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Ilya still lay there, pulling back from the collar he fastened around Chane’s neck. It glimmered sparkly pink and gold under the bright natural lights. Ilya thought they brought out his dark drown eyes beautifully. Shane couldn’t see himself describing it, but he was glad he couldn’t. How could he face this without showing more weakness than he needed to?
The plan was to be strong until he could do something about it, but Ilya was the one who was going to make that choice, whether Shane knew it or not. He wasn’t just a wife, but a toy he could push. And if he wanted Shane to break, he’d make it happen.
Ilya moved to take his hand and just hold it. Shane looked away, but Ilya didn’t waste energy chastising him. He was new. He’d get there. He moved the free hand up to his collar and let him feel the sewn edges of the leather.
“Too tight or just right?” He asked him, genuinely looking for his wife to be comfortable. Because none of this was a punishment, and he’d see that soon. It was a gift.
Shane swallowed against it, and while it was tight, it wasn’t too tight. It was the tightness Ilya wanted. The kind that reminded him it was there.
But he couldn’t say it was right. Not when it was so intrinsically wrong to him. He refused to speak.
“Hey,” Ilya snapped his hand to get his attention. “I am speaking to you.”
He wished he wasn’t.
Why was he still here? Why couldn’t he go out and away from him? Get hit by a bus, or maybe just get hit by some common sense that this was insane.
Shane didn’t think Ilya was born evil. He thought he became evil the second his twisted mind realized that grief was too much of a cross to bear. But it didn’t mean he needed to coddle the man like he was innocent. He was far from it.
“Hey!” Ilya repeated, this time grabbing his chin and forcing him to look. “You are being disrespectful.”
Shane had no choice but to stare up at him, thumb on his chin with the weight of a hammer. It stung. But he wouldn’t cry or crack. He’d just breathe through it all, like his therapist always told him in bad situations.
“Do you know what happens to disrespectful wives?” Ilya taunts him.
Shane still somehow had the guts to say nothing, even as Ilya’s eyes darken into dangerous territory.
“Fine,” He huffs, throwing the boy away at the chin, against the bedboard. “I show you.”
Shane’s head hit the dark wood, but before he could so much as wince, he was being turned around. Two big hands on his hips, forcing him over, twisting his chained wrist, and shoving his head into the pillows.
He sucked in a breath from the motion and only had a moment to fear before he realized what this was.
A sharp smack came down on his ass that sounded like lightning cracking in the room's echoes. Ilya was spanking him. As a grown 23-year-old man, he was getting spanked in bed for being disobedient. He was never even spanked as a child! This wasn’t fair or right. It was fucked up.
“Stop!” Shane immediately spoke again.
Progress, but progress was too late.
“No, be good girl and take punishment,” Ilya spoke, no emotion to his voice as he reigned down another smack, this time to the other side.
Spank after spank, with no mercy, were applied. This wasn’t one of those count to ten and be done things. No. He didn’t know when it’d stop, and it felt like it’d go on forever. His ass hurt, and he was sure it had bloomed into red, raised skin by now. Maybe he’d even managed to brand him with his handprint. Ilya would love that, wouldn’t he? Another way to show possession.
“Please!” Shane cried, lying flat on the surface, as if he could bury himself and hide away from the spanks.
Shane noticed that after a while, he was crying, and once that happened, he lost it even more. The pain, the humiliation, the genuine fear that had bubbled up in him. He was a sobbing mess by the time that Ilya decided it’d been enough.
Ilya ran his hand over his ass, satisfied by what he’d done, and spoke over the sobbing. “Are you sorry?” If he wasn’t, he’d be in for more. And it wasn’t just Ilya who knew this, but Shane too.
Far too broken to care, he agreed. “Yes! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry, Ilya, I’m sorry!”
“Shhh,” He hushed the boy as he turned him back around.
Shane didn’t like the feeling of the covers on his bottom; even if they were soft, it was all pressure, and he whined around the turn.
Ilya pittied her. This was his wife. She made a mistake. She was new. He still needed to care for her afterward and let her know it was over. That he was there. That he could give pain, but he could take it away too.
“Oh, соленько,” He cooed down at the teary, beautiful mess in front of him, he made. “Come here…”
Ilya picked the boy up like he weighed nothing and pulled him into his arms. He lay down and let him rest on top of him, listening to the pained tears as Shane was forced to listen to the sound of Ilya’s heartbeat.
He rubbed circles on his back and appreciated how smooth and beautiful his bare skin was, especially in contrast to his clothed skin. She was perfect. There was no question about it. Fate had made it so he’d have the perfect solution, yes, but also the perfect partner.
Shane was too shaken to fight. Too shaken to even think about how bad an idea fighting again would be. He just lay there and let the other man hold him while he cried to himself.
Was this mourning? It couldn’t just be pain. He had taken hits in hockey that didn’t even make him flinch, let alone tear. He felt emotional, but wasn’t that allowed in a fucked up situation like this? Or was he just being the emotional little doll Ilya wanted to play with? The idea of nothing being right made him feel just as stuck emotionally as he was physically, and the tears only continued to stream.
He found a place on his chest and just lay there, letting him cry himself out. Ilya’s hands ran all over him, but at least they stayed in fairly pure places. Until the crying stopped. That was Ilya’s cue that he was better, was it not? And what else could he want when he’s better than exactly what he told him he wanted?
His fingers moved to the back of him, finding the small of his back and then sliding down into his crack to tease at his hole.
Shane whined, an objectory sound, that did nothing to make anyone stop. He didn’t want to be touched anymore. He could admit the hands rubbing circles in his back felt good, but that was just science, not because it was Ilya. If he dared to get turned on by this… this monster, he’d never forgive himself.
He was so sensitive back there, though. He’d never had another man touch him there. He was, well, a virgin really. He was married to hockey, and when he thought too hard about his sexuality, he panicked. Not to mention, even if he tried to force himself to be with a woman, he was worried about the whole intersex thing being accepted.
So now, not only had Shane and his silicone dildo teased his hole, but Ilya had. And his fingers were so big, he almost felt like a girl in his touch. Helpless too, the way his whine left off on a small moan as he stuck himself into the ring.
“Nooo…” Shane told him, not opening his eyes or moving an inch.
“Shhh,” He simply dismissed him as he moved even lower, over his perineum and onto tease the end of his pussy lips. “You said you were sorry.”
Shane flinched. “I am.”
“Then be good girl,” Ilya provided, like it as so simple.
Shane didn’t want this. Not on a good day and not on a bad day either. He knew he’d try, he’d said as much, but so soon? Right after he’d gotten his ass beat too?
“Come on baby, you can get wetter for me, right?” Ilya spoke as he began placing kissing on the top of Shane’s head. “Show daddy how much you want him to fuck you.”
Ilya moved his body down so that Shane’s head was closer to his ears and began kissing at the boy’s soft neck, decorating around the collar with his tongue, dipping in and around it.
“I-I don’t-” Shane was out of it, let alone well enough for words.
“Shhh,” Ilya shushed him yet again, not very fond of the talking it seemed, or at least the talking that rejected him. “Daddy is being so good to you, be good for me.”
Shane hadn’t even processed it the first time he’d said it. Calling himself daddy like some kind of..some kind of… pervert. Why was it actually kinda fitting though? Why did it make his spine tingle as he was grabbed in another ste of handfuls that emphasized just how much smaller he was than the man who’d taken him hostage.
His breathing caught up in a bit more of panic, and he squirmed a bit to match it but it ws useless.
Ilya continued to move kisses from place to place, the first time his lips ever graced his wife. The first time of many. The first of a lifetimes. Because this wife? She was here to stay. He’d make sure of it.
His fingers moved to between his folds, massaging them and making his way closer and closer to his core. Just like he asked him to, he got wetter, his own body betraying him. Between the sucking on his collarbone and the way his hands felt on his most delicate place, he knew it was futile, no matter what he truly wanted.
He mourned a bit more once Ilya moved inside him with a finger. This was his first time, huh? And sure it was with a man who was incredibly attractive, but it was also with a man who didn’t take no. Who saw him as a woman. Who wanted to make love to him like one.
Shane bit his lips to stop the noises but once Ilya was opening him with two fingers in his cunt he couldn’t help but let a moan slide. It felt so good. The fingers, bigger than his own created a stretch that was unreal. He could only imagine how the stretch would feel when he put what he really wanted in him.
An involuntary whine escaped when Ilya pulled back, one Ilya couldn’t help but coo at, making Shane’s face red. Ilya quickly undressed and in front of Shane it was something horrifying. Ilya was huge. How was he meant to take that?
“Ilya-”
“You’ll be fine,” Ilay assured him as he kneeled back onto the bed. “Haven’t broken anyone yet.”
“But I’ve never taken-” Shane stopped himself, not finishing the sentence, not able to.
Ilya knew what he meant though. “I know, but that just makes it more special yes?” He moved to hover himself right over his re-strecthed cunt. “You’ll only know, only need the feel of one cock for your slutty little hole, won’t you?”
“I-” Shane couldn’t help but gasp as Ilya stuck the tip in. Even the tip stopped him. Let alone the rest.
Shane grabbed at his back with his nails, as if it could make him feel grounded. Ilay just saw it as a clingy little woman under him who couldn’t get enough of his dick in her greedy cunt. All he saw Shane as right now.
“Just enjoy,” He told her, starting to move in and out of her.
The pace at first was soft, but then it worked up into more, punching noises out of Shane like no other. He cursed himself for each noise, but he couldn’t help it. His body spoke for him. And his body was on fire with it all.
“Tell me what you want,” Ilya said.
“I-I want you off of me-” He cried.
Ilya looked down at him, and for a second, Shane wondered if he’d pull out and let it go for now. But no. Instead he decided he needed another sound-altering slap to the face.
“Stop lying!” He seethed. “You don’t think I can feel how you want me? How bad you want this?”
Ilya kept moving, even harder now.
“Now stop being a brat and ask me for my baby.” He said smply, looking down with a bit of sweat on his hairline.
Shane had been wide eyed since he was slapped, but the whole time he watched as his eyes turned a thousand shades of black. From lust, want, evil, you name it.
“I can’t-” He sobbed, sincere.
“Yes you can,” Ilya told him. “I won’t cum until you do.”
Which meant, I won’t stop fucking you until you do.
Shane didn’t want his dick, no matter how full it made him feel right now. He never consented. He didn’t want his seed. Whether it got him pregnant or not, he’d feel so filthy he’d never recover. And he didn’t, under any circumstance want a baby. Let alone Ilya’s baby.
Ilya moved a hand back, ready to slap him again when Shane winced before he could even hit him. A chance. A chance to be good. He usually loved being good. But today? It was a fight just to not break, let alone bend for someone.
“Fine,” He said, tear falling. “I want-I want your baby.”
“Whose baby?” He picked up the pace again, being relentless with his G-spot.
“Oh fuck,” He moaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes at how sensitive he was to it all. How even when his brain said one thing, his body could say another, and he had to just take them both despite himself.
It felt so good, especially when Ilya reached up to circle his clit. He hated that it felt good. But what could he do? He didn’t have a choice. With this or the words. Not if he wanted to make it out of this alive.
“I want your babies, daddy!” Shane gave in, another moan falling out of his lips as he did.
“Louder!” Ilya growled.
“Babies, daddy, need your babies in me,” He cried, biting his lip to starve off another moan right after them, legs falling blindly at the side, hoping for more of what he swore he’d never asked for.
With that, Ilya was cumming. Hot and fast and so full that Shane felt pregnant by the time he pulled out. A bit of the cum tried to trickle out after Ilya’s dick, but he pushed it back in with his thumb. Each push back in revealing another moan from Shane, who was overstimulated at the touches.
“Perfect,” Ilya said as he shoved the last of the cum back in him and kissed at his thighs. “Such a perfect, perfect, girl.”