"Take me General Raynax. Take your captive. Take your slave. Pleasure yourself." Raynax heard the words come out of Ivan's mouth, and he thought: "Why do all students think they're smarter than the teacher?" All of the future warriors had been taught so-called "passive resistance." They had been taught it in the context of capture, and standard torture, but not in sexual situations. That always amazed Raynax, because what he was about to do to Ivan was fairly standard in warfare. Not all captives were used for sexual favors, but some were. Ivan was trying to use what he was taught when he might be presented with dangerous forms of torment: he was trained to lie to avoid torture.
No one had told him that it was very easy to see he wasn't sincere: his dick remained soft.
"We're going to do something else first, Ivan. I want your first time to be memorable." He laughed lightly as he inserted a long finger underneath Ivan, gently scratching his balls. Ivan's dick began twitching immediately, and he let out a gasp.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Ivan moaned again, as Raynax cupped his balls and rolled them. "Yes. Yeah. I do. OOOOOOOOH." He heard a small laugh come out of Raynax.
"Well, you're probably going to like this a lot more, Ivan." Raynax formed the shape of a "U" with his fingers and positioned them over Ivan's cock head. He moved them closer until he felt Ivan's skin, and heard a moan come out of his prisoner. "Slowly, slowly. Like opening a bottle." Ivan began to whimper, and Raynax thought "it really IS like opening a bottle. Like champagne when the bottom explodes."
He didn't let Ivan explode. Instead, he let go of the cock head, and now he began moving his index finger slowly back and forth on the back of Ivan's cock.
"OH MY GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD!" He was tied down, but Ivan began to squirm and to twitch. His hips pushed up and his cock got harder -- so hard that it began to hurt a little. He had closed his eyes, so he felt, rather than saw, Raynak move his finger away.
"You're wondering why I stopped, aren't you Ivan?" Raynak had begun stroking Ivan's torso lightly. It felt good, but not as good as what he had been doing. "You don't REALLY want me to fuck your ass, do you, slave Ivan?" For the first time, Ivan heard the iron in Raynax' voice that the cadets had all heard when they had caused a problem. He blushed. He knew how good Raynax was at ferreting out lies, so he didn't answer. Raynax' finger went to the back of Ivan's cock and began stroking back and forth. Ivan began to moan and squirm again.
"Just so you know, Ivan, I've done this to a man for a little more than three hours before he told me what I wanted to hear. And he was MUCH more experienced than you'll be for a long, long time." Raynax was now varying the speed at which he did the stroking, stopping periodically, and going back to the pincer movement on Ivan's cock head too. Breathlessly, Ivan spoke: "What do you want to hear from me?"
"You know what you are, Ivan? You're my BITCH." Raynax felt his own cock stiffen when he said it, and he saw the look of shock on Ivan's face. "Yes, you've used the word a time or two, I'm sure. Talking about a woman you'd screwed, or just talking about one you wanted to screw. If you put your cock in her, or you wanted to, she was your bitch, right Ivan?" The stroking began again. Ivan gritted his teeth together. "Tell me what you are, Ivan, and then maybe I'll let you get some relief." Ivan turned away so Raynax couldn't see his face, but the moaning, the squirming and most of all, his stiff cock bobbing out from him were all visible to Raynax. Ivan felt Raynax' mouth over his left ear, and heard him whisper "Three hours, Ivan. We've been doing this for fifteen minutes..."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. PLEASE. DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT" Ivan begged. "Oh, I'm not MAKING you say it, Ivan. I'm giving you a chance to say it, because I AM going to have your ass tonight. The only question still pending is whether you'll get some relief or not. I'm sure you saw some of your colleagues in their cage locks. I can get one on you in less than two minutes, so..." He paused and asked, in a low voice "Who's my bitch?" Raynax had begun running his thumb around the very bottom of Ivan's cockhead. He laughed as pre-cum squirted out of Ivan's dick, and he rubbed it on each of Ivan's nipples. Then he moved his hands away from Ivan's crotch and used them to begin pushing his legs apart. When Ivan resisted, he saw the look on Raynax' face, as he applied his thumbs to the back of Ivan's knees. "SHIT! I forgot about that!" It was a technique all the cadets learned -- it was illegal under the conventions of warfare, but they learned it anyway, with their instructors winking as they said, "keep in mind it's illegal to do that." Now, Ivan's muscles yielded, and he was helpless as Raynax pushed his legs apart. His eyes got wider as he saw Raynax' dick move toward his ass. Raynax positioned his cockhead at Ivan's hole, just as he began playing with Ivan's cock head again. Ivan began bucking wildly. His nerve endings were stimulated from all the plug exercises, and Raynax' "play" had made him even more sensitive. He waited for Raynax to enter him, but it didn't happen. Instead, he alternated playing with Ivan's cock head, and stroking the back of his cock. Ivan couldn't take it anymore. He whispered, "I'm your bitch." Raynax smiled. "LOUDER.As if you were talking to the class."
"I'M YOUR BITCH!" he yelled out, in that deep bass baritone that so many people, Raynax included, found so sexy. Ivan felt Raynax begin to slide his dick into him. A loud moan escaped his lips. It felt similar, but different, from all the plugs he had used over the last two weeks. He could feel Raynax sliding in, further and further. "Imagine if I hadn't prepped you, bitch boy. How do you think this would feel?" A larger drop of pre-cum came out of Ivan's cock. "Let me tell you this, stud. It feels SO DAMN GOOD to me. SO DAMN GOOD." Raynax had stopped pushing: his entire dick was inside Ivan, and he had just grabbed Ivan's ankles to push his legs up in the air. That allowed his dick to get in even deeper, and Ivan cursed, loudly.
"You feel so sweet, Ivan. So unused, so pure." He began sliding back and forth, and that's when Ivan remembered an old story about the race that Raynax belonged to: the story was, their dicks were slightly ribbed, and for that reason, women wanted one of Raynax' people as a lover more than any other man. "It's true," Ivan thought to himself. He didn't notice it as Raynax entered him, but now, the sliding made it very evident. It was foreign, but it was pleasurable. It got more pleasurable when Raynax bent down and shoved his tongue into Ivan's mouth. There was another rumor: they had tongues slightly longer than average and pointed. As Raynax tickled Ivan's mouth, Ivan learned this was also true.
"Man bitch" Raynax said in a curt, dry voice as he pulled his cock out of Ivan. "Your turn. Then it's my turn again. Unless you'd prefer not to have release, BITCH."
"NO. PLEASE. I WANT IT."
"Ask me to climax my BITCH." Ivan almost cried when he did so. But he forgot that shame when Raynax began a more deliberate assault on his balls, dick, and belly. When Raynax' fingers took hold of a nipple, Ivan couldn't suppress things anymore.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. OH GOD. OH GOD." He bucked wildly and then the jizz spilled out of him. He tried to deny what he knew: it was the largest orgasm he had had in his life.
As Ivan was catching his breath, Raynax slid his own dick back inside of him. "Remember, Ivan. You're a SLAVE. I'm a MASTER. It's my right to have pleasure. For you? A privilege. You'll have to earn it." By now, all of Ivan's nerve endings were saturated. He couldn't react to anything else -- or so he thought, until Raynax clenched his glute muscles, and Ivan felt like the cock inside of him had just doubled in size.
"TAKE MY LOAD, SLAVE BITCH. TAKE IT!" Raynax screamed in a guttural tone that Ivan had never heard, and he felt long waves of fluid filling him. He saw the smile, the look of bliss on Raynax' face. The waves continued. Ivan lost count. His mind was off somewhere when he heard Raynax say "I knew this would be good. I didn't imagine it would be THIS good. You're a natural bottom, Ivan. I should've seen that when you were a cadet." Ivan didn't know how to answer, so he just said, "Thank you."
Raynax didn't take Ivan back to the shared quarters. "You'll be sleeping with me most nights from now on, Ivan." Ivan didn't sleep much that night because, once they got in position, Raynax put his big palm over Ivan's nipple. If Ivan moved suddenly, he'd feel Raynax' fingers tighten on that nipple, and every time he did, he could feel Raynax' cock thrust at him.
From years as a soldier, and then working in a military office, Ivan had learned to wake up early. He didn't use an alarm clock. It could be said, in fact, that anyone who had gone through military training woke at the same hour, every day. When he woke up the next morning, however, Raynax wasn't in the room, and from the position of the sun outside the window, Ivan could tell he had overslept for about three hours.
"FUCK!!!! I'm late for work!" was his first thought. Then he saw Raynax in the doorway of the rooms. He was smiling.
"Relax, handsome. I've arranged for you to have the day off. You're not going anywhere." Ivan looked at Raynax as he walked toward him. "The only place you're going, in fact, is underneath me." Raynax pushed the blankets off the bed, and Ivan learned that he was naked underneath the General robes he was wearing. "Best to reinforce what you learned last night."
"Raynax, PLEASE. I'm sore, and..." Raynax clapped a hand over Ivan's mouth. His knee pushed into Ivan's crotch. "MMMMMMMMMMPH" squeezed out of Ivan's mouth. "Spread your legs. You squirm so well when you sleep. I wanted to fuck you all night, but I didn't want you to miss it." Ivan sucked his teeth as Raynax penetrated him again. "You're still moist. Good. That means your body's not used to absorbing things quickly. That's delightful. And about you being sore?" He chuckled. "Get used to it." He didn't tie Ivan to the bed, but his strong hands kept Ivan very much in place. Ivan knew what to expect this time, but he was still getting used to it. This time, although he wouldn't have admitted it, he enjoyed being fucked a bit. Raynax knew from the way Ivan's cock was moving, that he did. When he bent down and chewed a nipple on Ivan's chest, Ivan exploded. Raynax did shortly after that. He lay down next to Ivan, and this time, he pinned his wrists down.
"You'll get to do that a few more times, Ivan, but you'll need to learn: the MASTER climaxes before the slave. And as the conquered, you ask for permission before you do that. Slaves have been sent to the mines for violating that rule too often." The threat of "the mines" was something every child had grown up on. Movies of "the mines" or "what happens to mine workers" were part of every elementary school curriculum, so the threat carried meaning for Ivan.
"I understand," he said meekly. Raynax saw that the threat had had an impact.
"This afternoon, Marty and the others will give you some tips for restraining an, ahem `overactive conquered libido.' It's a particular problem with the most desirable of you since you've pretty much had free rein to pleasure yourselves whenever you wanted, for your whole life." He paused. "If the education committee would just implement some of my suggestions, perhaps it wouldn't be so much of a problem, and you more attractive ones would last longer. Just pay attention to what they say."
"Yes, Sir," Ivan answered. He was unsure what to call Raynax: he wasn't his official teacher anymore, and "General" didn't sound right to him. He'd have to ask.
As he thought about it, there was a knock at the door. A servant woman stood there. "Yes?" Raynax asked coldly.
"General, I ask that you excuse my interruption, but the flogging circle is beginning in five minutes. Your attendance, Sir?"
"Ah, yes. I was so involved with my new prize that I forgot, Gutrun. Thank you." He turned to Ivan. "Another sector of the compound has a problem with a group of five slaves who insist on taking their pleasure whenever they like: circle jerks. We've tried numerous ways to address it, and this is our last attempt before they go to where you don't want to go. It would be best if you didn't see this, Ivan: you're new here. To describe it, however, they will be bound in a circle around one of the grand pillars. There will be five floggers, who will administer ten lashes to each of them. Then they'll recover in solitary confinement." He shrugged his shoulders. "Part of the job." When he saw the look on Ivan's face he laughed, rumpled his hair, and said "You've taken most of the testosterone out of me, lad. I'll be more gentle than usual." Then he turned to the servant woman. "Gutrun, if you would please go to the general quarters and have someone bring Ivan suitable clothing for walking the halls to the quarters, I would appreciate it." He reached into the robe pocket and pulled out a coin, tossing it to her. She caught it with one hand. "Blessings to you, General." When she left, Raynax turned back to Ivan. "I will have a kiss from you, my handsome captive. In the future, it will probably be a blow job before I leave in the morning, but for now, you need recovery." After the kiss, he pulled on his robes, and left. Whether he changed in another room, Ivan didn't know. By the time that it took for someone to bring him a t-shirt and some slacks, however, he could hear the snap of whips in the air, and the moans of men after they were flogged. "Close by," he thought.
"So, how was your engagement party?" Marty joked as Ivan came back to the quarters. Ivan blushed, and Marty patted his shoulder. "We've all pretty much been there, Ivan. We know. All of us. So, we have some things to cover, I understand."
"Yeah, Raynax told me..." he saw Marty wince. "Well, there's something he didn't tell me. How do I address him?" Marty shook his head. "Yes, I should train you before he comes after me for not. When you are in a public setting, like tonight's dinner, you should address him as MASTER Raynax, or if the context seems right, GENERAL Raynax. In private, I believe he prefers to be called Sir."
"Excuse me, Marty but, dinner?"
"Yes, he must have been distracted. When captives are chosen as slaves to the upper echelon, they are introduced at an orienting dinner. There are four of you from the last battle. After that introduction, unless Master Raynax wishes to dine with you privately, you'll eat with us." Marty saw the confusion on Ivan's face. "Relax, Ivan. Everything is taken care of. Your brothers will get you ready, and it will be alright. Master Raynax has chosen how he wants you attired, and there will be a somewhat uncomfortable walk to the dining hall, but you'll get through it. You'll have to." Some hours later, dressed in close fitting grey trousers, and even closer fitting white shirt opened at the collar and with the sleeves rolled, Raynax bound his wrists behind his back, before putting a thin collar that fit tightly around his neck. There was a lead attached to it.
Ivan was instructed to keep his eyes to the ground as Raynax led him to the formal dining room, but Ivan's peripheral vision was strong, and he could see the other three captives -- two men and one woman -- being led into the room. One of the men was being led by a very strong, stern looking woman. For all of his training Ivan, like most men, remained more than a bit chauvinistic. He wondered how humiliated the soldier who had been defeated by a woman was feeling. As Raynax led him, he spoke in a low voice. "I want you to know, Ivan, that I spent most of the day thinking of what I would do to you tonight and now, that I see how ruthlessly attractive you look, I may have to change my plans completely. Unfortunately, I cannot be too rough with you because while I could get you one day off from your revised position, that was all I could do. You'll be expected at work tomorrow." He seemed almost gleeful as he asked "If at some point you'd like a standing desk rather than a seated one, we can arrange that. Everyone knows how you'll be spending your evenings."