Ivan's first clue that Raynak wasn't going to keep his promise about not being too rough came with the grip he took on Ivan's bicep. Ivan had been trained not to wince when pain wasn't too great, but he was out of practice, and he was close to complaining.
"You've kept in good shape, Ivan. I knew you would. That's making this all the more delightful." There was a short chuckle that came out of Raynax. "I want you so badly tonight it isn't funny. I'm so hard, I'm hurting."
"I guess that means I'll be hurting too. Sir." Ivan growled, and now as they entered Raynak's chambers, he laughed. "Marty is such a good coach. Took a while to get him there, but he made sure you learned. Master will do too." Ivan was gritting his teeth: "what would you prefer tonight? Sir or Master."
"I'm going to turn it into a game, ivan. If you use what I prefer at a given moment, you'll be rewarded. If you do not, you'll be punished. Now, time to learn a few more of your duties. You remember the spreader gag on your first day?" Ivan did. He hated it. "Yes, Master, I remember it," he answered very curtly as Raynak took his wrists, pulled them behind his back, and began tying them.
"That gag is like training wheels. At some point you need to do it without help. That time is tonight, ivan." Raynak had finished binding ivan, and now his hand was on his shoulder. "On your knees. Time for practice." Ivan sighed, and as he began to get in position, something happened: he began to feel stirring. He remembered the first blow job he had given Raynak, and the satisfaction his conqueror took from it. All during the dinner, and as he had been brought back to the quarters, ivan had been resentful of the whole situation he was in. Now, though, he felt Raynak rubbing his ear, he smelled the man's aroma as he slid down his pants and his VERY hard cock came out, and he want to do one thing and one thing only: please his Sir.
"Lick the head first, ivan. Tease it. Make me want your throat even more." Ivan stuck out the tip of his tongue. He flicked it over Raynak's cock tip, and he heard the man moan. He whispered "fast learner. Good. "
"Go down on it, man bitch," he said, and the phrase got ivan even more aroused. Ivan's feelings confused him: he was trying NOT to feel eager, not to feel submissive, but he was losing in that fight. When Raynak pushed him on the back of his neck, and he almost choked on the cock, he capitulated completely. He began making sucking noises and passing his tongue over Raynak's cock. He was careful about the protrusions; however small they were. At one-point ivan looked up. "This is the man I tried so hard to please at academy. I still am." His own cock was getting hard, and he was hoping he wasn't dripping too badly.
Abruptly, Raynak pulled his cock out of ivan's mouth. "You get on the bed. On your back. Time for the second half." He saw ivan smile very quickly as he said "Yes, Master." Raynak thought "I've chosen wisely. He'll be fun to train." Raynak had enough experience to know that in the battle between desire and propriety, desire almost always won. He was one of the few generals who was willing to exploit that, at least in his private life. He had always thought that ivan had much more potential as a slave than as a leader: unfortunately the academy didn't do any kind of screening that way, and assumed every single one of its recruits was going to be a leader. If Raynak could break one of their best graduates -- and he knew he could -- then perhaps his educational reforms that included the screening for potential slaves could be implemented. But now....
"You're hard. And you're dripping, ivan." Raynak had slid ivan's pants off and he had opened his shirt. His rough hand, passing up and down ivan's torso, was driving ivan wild. And he DID have a hard-on, and it was dripping.
"Yes, Sir. It's just happening. I didn't encourage it."
"Well, we'll deal with that in due course. For now though." Ivan felt a hand go around each of his ankles, and he felt his legs get pushed into the air. Raynak's cock burned like the last time, but there was still some of ivan's saliva on it, and it made the sliding in feel less uncomfortable. He felt Raynak bury his dick deep inside of him. As Raynak slid it back and forth, slowly, ivan began to moan. "I'm not supposed to like this. But I do." He winced as Raynak slammed in hard. "PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT YOU'RE DOING, BITCH. SHOW SOME ENTHUSIASM."
"Yes Sir, sorry sir." Ivan didn't know what he was supposed to do, so he tightened his muscles as if to expel the cock. He saw Raynak smile. "Resistance. Ah, resistance. Overcoming it. It's what I live for. " He growled and pushed hard. Ivan felt his muscles give in. His legs spread even further. He felt the pounding continue. He felt Raynak lean down over him and felt his tongue forcing open his lips. Ivan put up very little fight. He was overpowered on more than one level, and he sucked down Raynak's tongue until the man pulled it out and moved to ivan's ear.
"Please, Sir. If you do that, I'll explode."
"No you won't. Not if you want to avoid punishment, ivan." Raynak rubbed sharp teeth along a particularly sensitive section of ivan's earlobe, and ivan screamed. His hips were pushing wildly, as he shot a load.
"Before I did. Tsk, tsk, tsk. I know what to do to keep that under control. First though, a reminder, ivan. I can be very kind to you or... I can treat you like a cum dump. TAKE THE LOAD BITCH SLAVE." Ivan felt Raynak unleash inside of him. It just kept on coming. He moaned some more, especially when Raynak started kissing his face.
His top was winded. As he caught his breath, he whispered i "There is more for you to learn. And you WILL feel punishment for what you did. Now, though, it's time for sleep. You and I are both expected to be at work tomorrow. "
The central office where ivan had worked and would still be working was close enough to the place where Raynak was keeping him that they walked over. When he wasn't on a military mission Raynak would be working there too, albeit on a higher floor.
"Eventually you'll learn the rank system of my people, ivan, and the level of respect to give them. For now, they're excusing you because you're with me, and they imagine, correctly, I'm training you. Keep that in mind. You just looked a senior commander directly in the eye. He's one of the few people who outrank me. He could have you sent to one of the work camps and I could do nothing about it."
"Sir, he looked at me. He smiled. What should I have done?"
"Smile and bow your head, ivan. He clearly finds you attractive. And why wouldn't he? You look even better than usual." Ivan blushed. He was wearing a shirt somewhere between pink and red, tailored to his body, and a pair of slacks that he was almost embarrassed to wear because of how they shaped his ass. Raynak had chosen them. He had pulled them out of the closet after he had given ivan another lesson that morning. When they woke up, Raynak had rolled on top of ivan, pinned down his wrists and said "you'll ask me every morning if I want my cock sucked, slave bitch. Don't assume that if I'm hard I want it. My mood varies. I don't expect you to read my mind, but I expect you to understand your duties. And that's an easy one. As Raynak moved his fingers, and began playing with ivan's nipples, ivan asked "Would you like one this morning, Sir?" Raynak laughed. "Part of the changes to your thinking will have to be to stop thinking about your own pleasures. It's clear, already, that you love to suck dick. You don't suck dick for your pleasure ivan. You suck it to pleasure your Master."
"I understand, Sir." Then he grinned "But you haven't answered my question." That made Raynak smile.
"No, slave ivan, not this morning. It is very possible that I'll want one tonight. We shall see. And no, you do not have to ask me." He paused. "Oh, before I forget, you'll be leaving early with me today. We'll be visiting a facility for some necessary actions. At least, they're necessary in my view. "
Ivan winced as he sat at his desk. Raynak had fucked him really thoroughly the night before. "I hope I get used to it," he thought to himself. He saw someone at his door, coming in without knocking.
"Welcome back. I'm Archer. I'll be the new leader of this sector. You're ivan: Raynak's capture." Ivan still wasn't ready to be reminded of what had happened, but he did his best to cover. He stood and began to extend a hand shake then stopped. Marty and the others had given him a bit of instruction on how the conquerors expected the subjugated to behave. Instead, he put his hands behind his back, and looked away from Archer. "I'll do my best to serve you, Sir." Archer laughed.
"Oh, you better save your best for serving Raynak, ivan." He walked forward and ivan began to sweat. He saw a lustful look come over Archer. "I can understand why he chose you: you very much ARE `the pick of the litter' as your people say. " He took a breath. "I was in the force that defeated your squad. I had my eye on you, but Raynak outranks me. And he made it clear to all of us that NO ONE was to challenge you but him. And Raynak doesn't share." Archer ran a finger through ivan's hair. "Such a shame. I'm sure you have talents well beyond those of us who work with you will see."
"Sir, Master Raynak was very clear to me. I'm his property. I'm not permitted to engage in anything without his permission."
"Ah, I'm very much aware of Raynak's possessiveness, ivan, don't be concerned about that; however, if you feel like someone is looking at you when you bend to pick something up, or someone `accidentally' brushes against you, you can be sure it might be me. And I'll have to talk to Raynak. One never knows." He sighed. "In any event, here's your portfolio for the next few days. I will be checking your work very closely because I believe that a disciplined staff is a well-performing staff. Keep that in mind, ivan.
"I will do so, Sir. Thank you for the advice." Ivan settled back into his chair after Archer left. He was reminded, again, of his night before. He would need to tell Raynak about the encounter with Archer. He hadn't received any discipline from Raynak yet, but he had a feeling that if he felt his rules weren't followed, it could be severe.
"Why am I looking forward to experiencing that?" ivan thought .
He heard Raynak coming down the hallway later that afternoon: Raynak had a very distinct voice and laugh, and ivan heard both of them. Then he heard Raynak and Archer speaking. "That can't be good," he thought, and looked at his watch. It was about an hour before Raynak had told him to be ready to leave.
"IVAN! I assume you've met Archer?" Raynak was in the doorway with Archer. Ivan rose and took the same position he had with Archer earlier. "Yes, Sir. We met this morning." Archer spoke. "Do you have him call you Sir in private?" Raynak shook his head. "Or Master. I'm thinking Sir' in public, Master' in private. Ivan blushed. Of course Archer knew what his situation was, but he didn't like hearing it discussed in public.
"Come over to your guest chair, ivan, sit down." Archer was still there. He had assumed that, with Raynak in the building, there would be times when he'd have to "put out" as Marty said, but not with someone else there. He sat down, somewhat stiffly.
"He's still sore from the pounding I gave him last night," Raynak said to Archer, who responded, "Think he'll ever get used to it," and Raynak laughed. Ivan saw a pair of hand cuffs in Raynak's hand. "Let's get those wrists secured, ivan." "Yes, Sir," he gulped, as he felt the cinch around each wrist. "You have the paddle?" he asked Archer, and Archer gave him what looked like a small fly swatter to ivan. "You know, if my education reforms ever get passed, all of the cadets will learn how to deal with this. But you're about to learn, ivan, that your lack of training in sexual discipline is a major failure of our educational system. Archer needs to see this. He needs to help me." He turned to ivan "Spread your legs."
At first, the paddle was relaxing and even arousing. Raynak slid it back and forth across ivan's crotch. It was almost like a massage through his pants. He could feel his dick leaking and hoped it didn't show up on his pants. He began to moan, in spite of Archer being there.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWW" ivan screamed. He had closed his eyes to enjoy the massage, and that's when Raynak brought it down the way you'd use a fly swatter. Ivan heard Archer murmur "MMMMM" Another smack came down, this one not so hard. "Now, how many of those do you think you could handle, ivan, if you were being tormented to reveal secrets?" Ivan gritted his teeth. "I don't know, SIR." Another slam came down and he came close to begging Raynak to stop.
"Hah, hah. I haven't even given you five, and you're sweating, ivan. And you're the best out of the academy." He went back to massaging his slave's crotch. "We'll continue this later in the week, only you WILL have a secret to maintain. Archer will give it to you. So far, the record for a slave withstanding the torture is 11 of them. Claude holds it, but even that big slab of meat has his limits." He turned to Archer. "I thought about it. Yes, you can have Claude tonight. I'll be occupied with this sweet, sexy slave." Raynak looked at his watch. "We have an appointment. Let's go."
Ivan recognized the building as the medical complex for the area. He had been inside for check-ups, for his physical examination to enter the military, and a few other odds and ends. Raynak took him to a wing he had never been do. He saw the single word "RESEARCH" on the transom. Ivan was confused. He felt Raynak's hand on his back. "This way, ivan." It didn't happen often, but ivan was scared. He knew he couldn't get away from Raynak, and Raynak wasn't giving anything away as to why they were here. A soft "Yes, Sir" was all ivan could get out.
The premises were immaculate. There was a very muscular man in scrubs at the reception desk. He looked up, smiled briefly, and then very professionally greeted Raynak. "Commander. Right on time. Let me call an orderly to get things started. Raynak smiled, and now, ivan spoke: "Sir, what is this about? I don't feel sick." Raynak laughed. "Oh, no, you don't seem sick at all, ivan. To the contrary, you seem very, very healthy. That's why we're here. You'll understand very soon. " An orderly came out and smiled. "You must be ivan? Would you come with me, please? We'll get you changed into a robe for the procedure."
"PROCEDURE? WHAT?" Now ivan was really scared. He looked at Raynak, who was beginning to look angry.
"Ivan, you'll go with Samuel, or we'll give you something to put you to sleep. Maybe even a choke hold." He gave an evil look to ivan. Ivan remembered when Raynak had demonstrated choke holds to students. He used men who were already in the military. He remembered how they'd struggle, and then pass out. "No, I'll go," he said, still not knowing what was going on.
In less than a half hour, he was in a hospital gown, and lying on a gurney. The attendants had strapped down his wrists at his sides and wheeled him into a room. Raynak was in the room, smiling. "Good afternoon, gentlemen. I'm Dr. Rosen. You're here for a draining, correct?"
"That's correct, Doctor." Ivan was still confused. Raynak explained. "It's my belief, ivan, that the only semen that should be in a sex slave's body is his conqueror's. And we can eliminate production in you, by some pretty effective pharmaceuticals; however, titrating the dose is tricky. So, ivan, you're here to get a full measurement of how much semen your body can produce in a given period of time. To determine that, we need to have you drained, and the fluid measured. And while we're here, I want to take care of something that needs to be done: something to remind you more fully of your status." The Doctor wheeled over a machine, and he pulled out what looked like a suction cup attached to a long tube. "No, I'll do it. No one touches my bounty's cock but me." The doctor simply answered "Yes, of course, Commander. I forgot about the relationship. Let me get you some sterile gloves. "
"Do we have to do this, Sir?" ivan pleaded. "Yes, we do. I want it done." The brush of Raynak's gloved hands tingled, and when he put the suction cup device on ivan's dick, ivan could feel a surge through his whole shaft. After he did that, Raynak put a small device that vibrated underneath ivan's balls. "We can get started, Doctor," he said, and then he stood back.
At first, ivan felt nothing. Then he began to feel like he was jerking off -- no -- not that -- as if someone were jerking him off . Someone who was VERY good at what they were doing. He saw Raynak's smile as he got harder and began moaning. Raynak's clothing did not give away his own stiffy, and ivan hoped that he WAS getting aroused, seeing what was happening to him.
Ivan prepared to shoot. Then, the stimulation stopped. He looked around, puzzled. "No, there was no malfunction, ivan. The stimulation will continue again, but at a more intense rate. And that will happen until the doctor decides that any resting period in between peaks of stimulation is pointless. That, ivan, as one might say, is when the fruit is ripest." He folded his arms, and ivan began to experience waves of excitement, and then nothing. "He's rather resilient" the doctor said to Raynak. "My students usually are," was his reply.
After a time -- maybe 30 minutes -- the feeling from one round of stimulation had not faded completely when the second one began. It began to make things uncomfortable for ivan, and he was moaning in between cycles, which seem to be coming faster and faster, as well as with more and more power. He began to beg Raynak, the doctor, ANYONE in the room to let him climax. "I think it's time," the doctor said to Raynak, who answered "then do it." Ivan saw the doctor push one of the levers hard, and the jolt that went through him sent him into orgasmic spasms. He screamed and kept moaning. Whatever device was under his balls seemed to now be massaging them. "You can see them shrinking," he heard one orderly say to the other. The other laughed. "Yeah, it's about time. He really DOES have a healthy set."
When the orgasm stopped pulsing, one of the orderlies applied a cloth to ivan's cock and balls to get anything that dripped during the procedure. This was added. When the doctor whistled and said "GEEZ. That's the giant economy size," ivan blushed. He had always had big orgasms, but they had gotten bigger since his capture. He heard the doctor tell Raynak "The dose is going to be on the high side. We can cut it back if you want some residual sperm production but to stop it completely..."
"I want to stop it completely. If there are side effects, I'll report them. Now, can someone wheel him into the personal area." The doctor looked at Raynak. "AH. Yes, of course. I always forget who old school you are, Commander." "Almost done, stallion," Raynak laughed." The orderlies rolled ivan's gurney into a large, well-lit room. There was someone else in the room already, also on a gurney. Ivan recognized him: Magnus, the captain, or now the FORMER captain of the navy. Had he been captured, too?" Portraits of Magnus adorned many a soldier's room. The navy was the most difficult branch of the military to be accepted to, and Magnus' trajectory had been a quick one. He was, perhaps, two years older than ivan, with brown hair that tended toward red. Clearly, he was being held somewhere other than the site where Raynak kept ivan. Magnus looked up. "Hey bud. I guess I'm not the only one getting shaved today."
"Shaved?" Raynak squirmed. "Shaved, where?" Magnus laughed. "Where most people can't see. Your pubes, mate." Ivan tried to get up, but the straps restrained him. "WHAT?" Magnus explained. "The culture of these guys goes back a long time, bud. Back to when no one wore any clothes. To distinguish slaves from owners, slaves were kept shaved on their pubes. It was either that or branding. I guess of the two choices, shaving is better. But their tradition also says that the slave's Master has to do it, and he has to do it with the old-fashioned instruments.
"Very good explanation, Magnus," Raynak spoke. He sighed. "You gentlemen did not learn our history in your schools. The young will from now on." He looked at Magnus. "I presume that there were foreign sailors on your ship. That's how you learned."
"Yes, Sir. They had been captured in battle and were sent to our ships to work at the low skilled jobs." (Raynak's people came from inland and didn't have a navy). "That's how I learned." Magnus' Master came in from getting a coffee. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid. "AH, Preziosilla, when was the last time we saw each other," Raynak asked. The woman smiled as she shook Raynak's hand.
"Probably the conference to divide the spoils after the defeat of the Renghi. That must have been, oh, three years ago." "Time flies," Raynak answered. "We will have to talk sometime. I am now tremendously curious as to how you defeated a navy man."
"Sometimes women have advantages you men do not," she said. "But yes, we should meet for wine." She looked at Magnus. "Are you ready to return home, Magnus? Perhaps you will wrestle better tonight."
"Yes, Mistress. As you say." They left, and Raynak looked down at ivan, who turned away. Raynak took him by the chin and turned his head back so their eyes locked. "Now, in private, you will know your role, ivan. It's key to your training as a slave. I would suggest you keep still. Ivan saw the straight edged razor in one of Raynak's hands, and the container of foam soap in the other. He began trying to control his breathing. There was no way out of this. He repeated his breathing exercises as the first shot of foam hit his pubes. He continued to try to put himself in the state of mindlessness as he felt the blade moving back and forth over his cock and balls. "I won't do the area around your butt hole today, ivan, but rest assured, when this needs to be redone, I will." A very faint "yes, Sir" came out of ivan. He thought the shaving would never end, but finally, Raynak reached for a towel and gently wiped him down. "A very fine job, as you will see." Raynak released the restraints and pointed to a small room. "You should get yourself dressed, ivan. You'll dine with me tonight and then we shall celebrate this new step."
Ivan looked down at his pubes. He couldn't remember when they were that smooth. His hair had come in when he was very young, and he had never shaved his jock area for anything. He remembered a woman he had slept with, who kept that area clean. She was the only person he could remember who was smooth there. "Now I'm like her. Like a woman. Smooth, and taking cock." He brushed a tear from his eye. "Why am I enjoying it?" flashed across his mind for a quick second. He forced that thought out of his head: Raynak was calling to him to hurry up.