Raynax called for Ivan two evenings later. Actually, to say he "called for" him would not be quite accurate. Most of the conqueror elites would send a servant to the slave quarters to lead the chosen one back to their quarters. Ivan saw that happen regularly, usually accompanied by hooting and whistling: the slaves did talk about their conquerors and their habits, which of course led to jokes, imagined stories, etc. Raynax, however, came to the quarters himself. Marty and several of the other slaves had told him that would happen. "There's a lot of turnover here, and he likes to see who's new, who's still here, whether any of his `communal' captures are being used, yadda yadda, you know.
"Turnover?" Ivan asked. It made him concerned. "Oh, not to worry, big guy. It's really very rare that a chosen sex slave gets assigned to another section. The turnover happens when a conqueror gets assigned to a new position, or if a Master develops a fondness for one of the `communals.' Then he or she will take them, maybe to become an inside slave, or to wherever they're going. " He smiled. "And you know, there isn't that much room in these quarters, so if there are newbies coming in, well, they'll sell off the less popular guys. Maybe they'll find a place elsewhere."
"You didn't mention the army slaves." Rick, one of the common property slaves spoke up. Marty sighed. "Well, it hasn't happened in a while because there hasn't been a big mobilization. Sometimes, if the whole army, or a good part of it is going to war, or to some battle that they think will take a while, they'll bring some of us with them. War is dangerous and, well..."
"I think I get it," Ivan answered. "Does Raynax go to battle often?" The other slaves looked at each other. "If they could convince him, they'd have Gen Raynax on the field every day. He's undoubtedly the best soldier they've got. But when you're as good as he is, you get to call the shots. Like, the incursion where he captured you? He wasn't really interested because it wasn't going to be that involved an attack, but when he saw that you worked at the headquarters, well, he got interested."
"So, he..." Ivan never got to finish his thought. He heard Raynax's voice.
"You're with me tonight, Ivan. How are you coming with the plugs?"
"I think I'm at number 4," Ivan answered, truthfully, knowing that Raynax would check and be upset if his answer wasn't accurate. He saw a smile play across Raynax' face.
"Good. You'll be ready soon. I think you're ready for something new tonight, Ivan." He opened the door to the slave quarters. "This way, please. "
When they got to Raynax' rooms, he instructed Ivan to take off his shirt and then to lie on his back. When Raynax started tying Ivan's wrists to the frame of the bed, Ivan spoke.
"I don't know why you tie me up. You know I can't get anywhere. " Raynax smiled. "Well, first of all, Ivan, you are a VERY sexy man when you're tied down. But second of all, you should be thanking me. I'm saving you a feeling of humiliation."
Ivan snorted. "REALLY? You expect me to believe that?" He got another smile and then felt Raynax' rough, soldier hand stroking his chest. "It's true, Ivan. Bound, you have a sense that you can't get away, so why fight it. I've tied you up before, you don't push against the ropes, or struggle. But, if I held you down myself, you'd fight. And you'd lose. To your older teacher. You can't tell me that wouldn't make you feel embarrassed or humiliated." He continued to pass his hand over Ivan's torso. "Unlike this little massage, which I can see is giving you a great deal of pleasure. As it is to me." Exposed as he was and wearing the very tight jeans that Raynax had instructed him to wear, Ivan's erection was very visible. "You've seen the cages on some of the slaves, Ivan?" Raynax moved his thumb up to Ivan's right nipple, and just pressed it there. Ivan moaned. "Yeah, I saw them. They told me because they got caught doing what they shouldn't." "And that's correct, Ivan. Just know that I would have no hesitation about putting one on you if I learned you were behaving inappropriately. `Self-abuse', for example, is something I will not tolerate. Part of you learning your new role, is to understand that your climaxes, or whatever you would like to call them, are under my control."
"So if I were to jerk off?" The pleasure Ivan was getting from Raynax' thumb had faded a little. "You'd be in a cage, and probably receive a second punishment, depending on my whims and the situation. For example, right now, it would be moving up your plug two sizes instead of one. " Ivan gulped. He had handled the first three plugs very easily but the fourth one was much more challenging. Marty had told him he could keep at that level until it fell out when he tried to insert it.
"You're still not ready to receive your conqueror's greatest gift, Ivan, but tonight, you'll learn how to do something else." Raynax opened the restraints, and Ivan sat up. He rubbed his wrists. "Now please stand up and then get on your knees. Place your hands behind you." Ivan's mind began to work: he was almost certain what this meant, and he was wondering: did he have the courage to, well, bite down?" He felt new restraints going around his wrists.
"You're a healthy young man, Ivan. I know you've had blow jobs. You've put your dick into the mouths of women, for sure."
"Yeah, so? Every cadet did. You even provided some of us with women to take care of us."
"And you enjoyed it, Ivan, didn't you?" Ivan couldn't lie. He knew, from the days when he was Raynax' student, that the man could see right through him.
"I did. You said it was part of our upbringing: becoming men."
"Indeed, I did say that. Now..." He put a hand under Ivan's chin and held up his head. "Did you ever use a man's mouth?" Ivan was about to insist he never had, but that was a lie. There had been two times. Both were "excursions" when the cadets were left in a part of the countryside they didn't know and had to make it back to the academy.
"Twice." Ivan answered curtly. "I've never had a dick in my mouth."
"Well, Ivan, that changes tonight." Ivan saw a strap with a metal circle in the middle of it. "You were trained well, and I know exactly where your mind is going, my fine man. But MY mind is ahead of yours." He showed the device to Ivan. "This ring gag will keep your mouth open and prevent you from biting down. It won't be quite the same as a fine blow job, but it's like training wheels. Now, you'll open your mouth so I can put this in, Ivan, or..." He crooked his knuckles to make the shape his hand took when he pressed it into Ivan's ribs the time he captured him. As Raynax secured it, Ivan felt uncomfortable.
"Now, with this position, you're essentially at my mercy more than ever, isn't that so Ivan?" When he gagged out an answer, Raynax laughed. Ivan decided to just shake his head. "For example, I could reach in and stroke your tongue." He put a finger in Ivan's mouth and did that. "With luck I could grab it and pull it out, and of course, if I were to tell you to stick OUT your tongue as far as you could, you'd do it, wouldn't you?" Raynax' fingers on Ivan's nipples made his answer even more certain. He shook his head yes.
"Now, this will come with experience. I'm sure the other gents will ask you about it and give you all kinds of pointers -- especially those who've tasted mine and know what I like." He opened his pants. His dick was hard and straight ahead of him. "No time like the present to learn something new." Ivan remembered it as one of the slogans Raynax had used in class. Now, he felt Raynax' thick, salty cock pass his lips. He tried to choke but the ring stopped him.
"Developing a gag reflex is important, Ivan. I'm not poorly endowed, but if I were ever to share you with some of our more `gifted' soldiers, you'll need to have strong control over your reflexes." He pushed in further. "Use your tongue. Lick it. You know what to do. You know what you've had people do. Just think that through. MMMM. There's only one thing better than face fucking a man, ha ha." Ivan noticed that the ring was nearly contoured to Raynax' dick. (He later found out it was a custom-made ring gag). Raynax gave him instructions along the way, and he felt the dick getting thicker in his mouth. He heard Raynax making some moans of pleasure. When he felt Raynax' hands on the back of his head, stroking his neck and then rubbing his ears, his own dick began to beg for attention. He felt Raynax begin to thrust. Faster and faster.
"MMMMM. You're close to getting an A on your first lesson, Ivan. Very, very. CLOSSSSSSSSSSSSE!!!!" Ivan felt Raynax' cock spasm, and then he felt waves of salty semen going down his throat. He tried to close his esophagus. He didn't want to swallow. He saw the smile from Raynax.
"You're going to swallow, Ivan. You know it, I know it. Do you really have to resist?" Ivan felt Raynax release the gag, and he closed his mouth. "KEEP IT CLOSED, IVAN." Raynax pinched Ivan's nostrils. He couldn't breathe. He fought it as long as he could but then, when he gulped oxygen, the semen went all the way down.
"Not an A+ performance, Ivan, but a mighty fine one for a beginner. You're going to serve very well. Now, let's get those jeans off so that I can...investigate your progress." What was to follow HAD been Ivan's least favorite part of captivity until tonight. He was fully naked and sprawled on his stomach on the bed. Raynax began slowly turning the butt plug. Ivan's moans were a mixture of pleasure and pain: the constant punishment had made his nerve endings very sensitive, and any turn of the plug aroused them. On the other hand, this one may have been only an inch longer than the one before, but it felt enormous. (One of the other slaves had told him that the move from 3 to 4 was the hardest one, and the rest would be easier.
"Know what I can tell, Ivan? I can tell that when I turn the plug like this." Raynax adjusted it slightly, turning to the left. "It touches on something in you, and you just want to explode, don't you?" He continued to torment Ivan. "I'll just keep on doing this until I hear you beg to cum." It didn't take long. Less than two minutes after Raynax had started, a plaintive cry much higher than the deep baritone that was Ivan's natural voice came out. "Please Raynax. Let me shoot. Please."
"I want to see it, handsome. You can cum if you roll over and put your legs in the air." Ivan gulped. It was such a helpless position, but he needed release so badly. Raynax grabbed his ankles as Ivan took hold of his dick.
"Close your eyes, Ivan. Think about what it means to be another man's property. Just think of how someone has total control of things like your ability to cum. And so much more. Think about how good it's going to feel sleeping in my arms tonight, on this comfortable bed instead of the slave quarters."
Something took hold in Ivan's mind, and it got him more aroused. His hips bucked wildly, and he shot into the air. "If you want me to be especially nice to you, Ivan, you'll say `thank you' when I let you do this." Ivan's eyes showed all of the confusion he was feeling, but he whined, still in a voice register higher than normal. "Thank you. Thank you for letting me cum." Raynax smiled. He whispered: "you're mine, Ivan. Completely."
Ivan slept remarkably well in Raynax's bed. Raynax cradled him, almost like a spoon in a bigger spoon (Ivan was new to this), and every now and then, during the night, Raynax's body would shift, and his fingers would be on another part of Ivan. Every time that happened, Ivan thought he would explode.
When Ivan woke up, Raynax was already awake. Ivan felt him playing with the plug, and he moaned. "You probably need another day with this one, Ivan." He rolled the man onto his back and pinned his wrists. "See? If you tried to get away, you wouldn't."
"I don't know about that" Ivan grunted and pushed. He made no progress. "Wanna keep trying?" Raynab smiled. "No. You've made your point."
"Don't be bitter about it, Ivan. You're in a much better position than many." Raynax pushed his lips to Ivan's for a kiss. Ivan didn't want to respond, but he did. "Mmmm. These lips haven't been used too much. I like that. You like the feel of morning beard on your neck, Ivan?" Ivan laughed. "I don't know. None of my girlfriends ever had one. OOOOOOOOOOOH" He felt Raynax rub his against his neck. Ivan tried to close up and stop it, but he couldn't. Nor could he stop Raynax' tongue probing his ear. "Oh, this is so good. If I could, I'd keep you here for the next few days, training you myself, but..." He kissed Ivan again. "Unfortunately, your colleagues in the neighboring province have decided that they're going to re-take your campus. And...." He sighed. "I've been put in charge of making sure that doesn't happen, so, newbie, you're back to the quarters for the next few days. Maybe a week. If you keep making progress well, you'll be able to welcome me home with, ha ha, exactly what I want. " He leaned on his elbow, tracing Ivan's nipple.
"You want to keep me happy, don't you Ivan? Not just to keep from being treated as a regular prisoner of war, but just because." Ivan didn't answer. He'd be lying, and Raynax would know it.
"I'm the spoils of war. That I know. If you chose to send me to a penal colony, or anything else, that would be your choice. I understand my position."
"Your position is UNDER me, Ivan. Remember that." He kissed him again. "Get your clothes on. The guards will be furious if I don't return you. But I'll be back."
Raynax was gone for 9 days. For a few of those days, he spoke of being relieved that his conqueror was gone, but by the 4th day, he had to admit to himself: he missed Raynax. Yeah, part of it was Raynax prohibition on Ivan doing anything to relieve himself sexually, but the other part of it was, well, the stimulation he got when Raynax took him -- at least the way he played with him, tied him, and even the blow job. He wanted out, but not completely. "When Raynax feels you're completely trained, he'll let you back into the rest of the world. Until then..." Marty smiled. "Just keep on using your plugs. Where are you? At six now? That's great." Ivan could see that during the day several of his "suitemates" would dress and get led out, either by their captor, or someone else. They were dressed for work: dress shirts and slacks, sometimes ties, sometimes jackets. They'd be gone most of the day, and then at some point, they'd rejoin the quarters. Sometimes, it was well into the evening. "Gen picked me up at work. We went out and then... well, I won't be able to sit comfortably for a day or so." He'd hear comments like that a lot. And each one got him hornier. He needed to get laid, and he found that the tat indicating he was Raynax' personal property kept the other victors away from him. One left, muttering "what a shame."
Then a rumor started spreading: the campaign had been successful, but difficult, and the army was returning. One of the servants spoke of "another surrender, and some VERY valuable captives." If anyone knew the particulars, they weren't speaking. Then on the ninth day -- right after he had finished with the last of his plugs, Ivan heard "Your owner is in the compound. He needs to take care of some things, including processing prisoners. Two new sex slaves coming too."
"Personal property?" Ivan looked up. Marty saw it and laughed. "Why, Ivan? You jealous? Afraid that cock is gonna be for someone else and not for you." Ivan blushed as the other "companions" started laughing. He didn't know why he had asked the question. He justified it by telling himself "Those plugs weren't easy. I worked hard. For nothing?" Marty suggested he take a nap because at some point, Raynax was going to want him, and he should be as fresh as possible. When Ivan napped, he dreamed about what the first time having his ass taken would be like. He woke in a pool of semen. "SHIT" he thought. "Of all days."
Ivan and the others heard the steps coming down the hall. "JUST KEEP MOVING, CLAUDE. You're not getting away!" Ivan heard the name "Claude." There was a Claude at the academy in his class. A very good soldier. BIG. VERY big. Ivan had been the top student, but he wasn't first in all of his classes. Claude had been the top wrestler, the top marksman, and a few other things. At the end, the difference in the scores was very very small.
"Meet your new roommates, gents!" Raynax was inside the quarters. Ivan saw his classmate, Claude. He looked scared, but also angry. He had clearly undergone the process for removing his hair. So had the man with him. EVERYONE recognized Beed. One of the members of the entertainment class. Beautiful voice and, allegedly, in base terms, a top-level whore. "I'm sure you'll make them welcome." Ivan saw that Beed hadn't been marked, but Claude carried the same mark of personal ownership that he did: he belonged to Raynax. His mind was distracted, but Raynax' deep voice took him out of reverie.
"IVAN! It's been too long, and they say you're ready for me." He smiled. "You have half an hour to get ready. We'll celebrate many things tonight."
"Get ready?" He asked to the air. Claude saw him. "Hey. They caught you too?" Ivan shook his head. "Raynax captured me personally. He's still amazing." Claude laughed "I know. He came after me, too. Had me good. I was on the floor. His sword was at my adam's apple. He offered me the opportunity to die or to surrender. I would've taken the former but then... someone brought in Beedy." Ivan looked up. "So you and Beed..." Claude smiled. "For a couple of months. Who knows if it was permanent with Beedy. For a while though it's been, well, bliss." Marty intervened.
"You two can get reacquainted later. Ivan, we've got to make you look REALLY sharp. Let's get that hair washed. And get some nicer clothes on you."
"MMMM. It looks like you dressed for a prom, Ivan." His white shirt was snug, as were his jeans. His stomach churned. "Thank you," he said, but looked away. Raynax came in, and like he had that night before the expedition, pulled up Ivan's chin. "Let me see those eyes. Grey. Inviting." Raynax eyes were black with gold flecks. Ivan couldn't stop looking. He felt a hand on his ass. "Let's go." As they went back to Raynax' quarters, he remarked. "I'm surprised, Ivan. Those jeans would show a hard-on. You don't seem excited at all."
"I was sleeping and..." He was blushing. "AH, the wet dreams of young adulthood. You'll have to tell me about the dream."
"It was about you, Raynax. I knew I had finished the plugs and, you were back and, I knew what that meant." Raynax looked at him. "You're telling the truth. I've told you once and I'll tell you again: I know when you're lying. You're not lying now. Thinking about me when it happens is excusable. DO NOT let it happen now that Claude has been captured."
Ivan felt a bolt of "something" go through him. He DID have a crush on Claude when they were in academy. He had put it aside when he learned that Claude favored more effeminate guys. Publicly owned sex slaves could "cavort" with each other without problem, but not the privately owned. Ivan's mind had been so crowded with what was going to happen to him that night that he hadn't thought about...other things.
"You know how I like you on the bed, Ivan." "Yes," he answered, trying to keep his mouth from drying out.
Raynax pinned down his wrists. "Go ahead, stud. Fight your way out. If you don't, I'll tie you down just the way I like you." Ivan smiled. He knew he was going to lose, but he didn't mind losing if his opponent was a stronger man, a better warrior. He knew Raynax was.
He knew also that struggling was useless, and it would probably make Raynax even more sexually aroused than he clearly was. But he fought and struggled as hard as he could. Every time Raynax laughed he struggled more. Until his strength began to give out. Breathing hard, he whispered "I yield. "You are the victor," the traditional words they had all used at academy to indicate acceptance of defeat. "You are still formidable, Ivan. You'll always be a challenge." Raynax secured Ivan's wrists. "So handsome too. So wonderfully handsome." He pressed lips to Ivan's, and this time, he forced Ivan's lips opened. His tongue snaked down and, much to his surprise, Ivan liked it. He moaned and instinctively moved his tongue back and forth, wrestling with Raynax' before yielding. He pursed his lips to make his mouth entrance tighter, which brought out a groan of satisfaction from Raynax.
"There is very little you need to learn there, Ivan." Raynax had begun opening his shirt buttons. "So you graduated from another course? The one designed to make you my very personal property." Ivan breathed hard. "Please. Do you have to do this?" Raynax smiled. "I don't. I could do it to Claude. Or so many others. Would you like that?" Ivan wasn't ready for the question. He realized that, marked as Raynax' property, any sex was out of the question.
As he was thinking about it, he felt Raynax' long fingers run down his sides. It tickled. It tickled more as Raynax pressed, and Ivan began laughing hysterically.
"I want my under me to be happy. Smiling. To enjoy what he's experiencing. You will, Ivan. Trust me. You are not the first man whom I have introduce to the joy of being -- what they used to call a bottom, and we now call and underneather. " Ivan felt his shoes and jeans being removed. "I will be gentle tonight, Ivan. That will not always be the case." Ivan felt Raynax' thumb at his hole. He spread his legs. He thought back to how Marty and the others had prepared him, and he whispered "Take me General Raynax. Take your captive. Take your slave. Pleasure yourself. "