Father's Lover. Daughter's Toy.

Father's Lover. Daughter's Toy.

“It hurts!”

The metal chains left bleeding whelps on the young man’s pale skin. The chains criss-crossed over his slim body, holding him down to the stone slab he was chained upon. His hollow cries reverberated off the walls of the stone dungeons, going unheard by those who attended the party upstairs.

“Why are you being so loud? Is it because a party is going on upstairs? Silly boy, no one can hear you” a seductive voice purred.

Clawed nails danced along his skin, scraping painfully against the whelps. His body reacted to the touch, straining to pull away from the dangerously sharp nails. The chains would not grant him his wishes, hindering his movements and leaving him prey to the scratching nails.

“I’m not…I’m not being…loud…” the young man said, his aching arms tugging uselessly at the chain looped around his arms and wrist.

A soft laugh was his answer; slim hands grasped his hips, toying with the chains that dug into his hips. The young man gasped, his body shuddering as those hands moved to grasp his hard length, slowly stroking him. Pre-come oozed from the tip, staining the black leather band wrapped around the base of his shaft.

“ Oh! You’ve grown so big” his tormentor cooed, thumbing the head of the young man’s penis. “I bet if I removed this you would come quickly.”

A dainty finger tapped against the sound rod that had been inserted, drawing a loud groan from the young man. His hips bucked upwards, straining against the chains for that chance to feel that pleasure again. The owner of said finger only laughed, waggling the finger at him.

“Sorry. You didn’t say the magic word.”

‘Plea—“

The plea fell short at the sound of a door opening and closing. It was a heavy slam, as if the person stepping through the door was angry, or in a state of urgency. Metal heels on the stone floor made audible click sounds as someone came down the stairs.

“That is enough Tatyana” a deep bass voice commanded.

The owner of the voice was a man in his late forties. There was a stern expression on his effeminate face as he looked first at the black haired man chained down to the stone slab, and then the blond haired woman who hovered at the young man’s side. The newcomer was dressed in a black military uniform, his sweeping black trench coat containing non-tradition silver buckles. A band around the right sleeve was red with an upside-cross sewn onto it.

The man looked both beautiful and frightening as he walked in long strides over to the young man, a thin smile coming to his face as he pressed his palm against the young man’s bare stomach.

“Mishka” the man whispered, leaning down to press a kiss against the young man’s pliant lips.

The woman pouted as she moved away, her thin arms wrapping around the man’s waist. “I thought you said I could play with him, Father” she whispered into the man’s ear.

She was as tall as he was, making a beautiful figure in her sweeping blue gown and glittering jewels. Her hair was not as blonde as her father’s; but instead a dull blonde that seemed to threaten to change color completely. Both father and daughter had contemplated having it dyed, since it was a color that both loved so much.

“ I did,” the man said, chuckling as he made a gesture with his hand, “but I had no idea this is how you planned to use him.”

Tatyana continued to pout, her chin resting on her father’s broad shoulder. “This is the only way I know how to play. I am your daughter after all.”

The man laughed softly, turning in his daughter’s arms to place a kiss against her lips. “How easily I forget.”

Gripping her slender waist, he lifted her off her feet, hearing her heeled boots clattering onto the stone pavement below.

“Really now Tatyana, boots with this dress? Where are the heels I brought you?” he asked, placing her back down.

“I hate those shoes, they pinch my toes” she replied, slipping her feet back into the boots. They were a size too big for her, but she wore them nonetheless. They had belonged to her father when he had been a young boy and were her greatest of treasure.

The man sighed. It was useless to argue these things with his daughter. It really was his fault. After the death of the girl’s mother, he had raised her as only he knew how. She was the daughter of the general, he had known nothing about the secrets of raising a daughter and so he raised her as one would a boy. Only now was he realizing his mistake.

“If you had told me, I would have—“

“Sorry to break this Kodak moment, but these fucking chains hurt! Untie me Vladmir!” the tenor voiced young man commanded.

The man turned to look at him, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Such crude language. You still have no class my dear Mishka” the man murmured, shaking his head.

Tatyana giggled girlishly, tapping against the sound rod, which had Mishka collapsing back against the slab in a sweaty groaning mass. “How horrible. You’re in the presence of a woman you know!”

Vladmir placed a stern hand on his daughter’s shoulder, leading her away from the stone slab. “Ivan is missing you terribly my dear. You should at least be courteous and go speak to him.”

“Why should I? He will be my fiancé soon enough,” the young woman said, pouting as she was gently pushed towards the steps. “Father you said I could play with Mishka!”

“And you will be allowed to” the man said, kissing her lips lightly. “Tatyana please, I implore you. Have I not been gracious enough to lend you my lover for a week?”

“I lent Ivan to you in exchange!” she shot back, her arms crossed over her chest, matching his weary glance with a bloodcurdling glare. A glare she had inherited from him.

Vladmir knew that his daughter’s stubborn had also been inherited from him. “Just this one night, my dear Tatyana?”

“What will I get in exchange?”

“Anya is asleep in my bed. You may have her if you wish” Vladmir said, hoping the offer was enough to satisfy her.

Tatyana leaned forward and kissed the man soundly on the lips, giggling as she pulled away. “Thank you Father.”

Vladmir waited until he heard the door opened and closed, before heading back to his lover, who lay looking very unpleasant at the moment. One slender eyebrow rose as Vladmir took in the sight of the many toys that lay scattered on the floor. It seems Tatyana had been experimental this week.

“She did not harm you did she?” Vladmir asked, taking in the sight of his lover’s ravished body. “You know how careless she can be sometimes.”

Mishka did not favor the older man with a look, instead staring up at the ceiling. “You spoil her too much,” he said in a low voice strained from moaning.

Vladmir walked his fingers along the chains, snapping the locks that held them in place. Freed from the locks, they slid to the floor. Red marks littered his lover’s body. This is why he was so hesitant to share Mishka with the girl. She was much too impatient and amateurish. Had this been any other lover, he would not have minded as much, but Mishka was special to him.

“I’m the one who should be crying. Do you know how much that little wench hurt me?” Mishka growled, rubbing his sore wrist.

He gave a painful cry as he was harshly pushed down onto the stone slab. Callused hands, fingers digging into his thin shoulders, held down his shoulders.

“You will watch your mouth!” the man spat, that bloodcurdling glare now ten times scarier when done by him.

As if realizing who he was speaking to, Vladmir released him, leaning down to press an apologetic kiss against the man’s lips.

“ I was wondering when you would come to your senses” Mishka chuckled, sitting up.

Gripping the back of Vladmir’s neck, he pulled the man down for a longer, more searing kiss. It was easy to manipulate the older man, tongues mingling together as he gripped the sleeves of the trench coat.

“Take this damn thing out, please?” Mishka whispered into Vladmir’s ear, tugging at the lobe.

Vladmir chuckled, gripping his lover’s hard shaft. It seems Tatyana had been very experimental this week. Maybe it was time for him to have another little talk with her. No one liked a woman who was too experienced.

Grasping the small metal rod, Vladmir began the careful, slow process of removing it. With each inch that was exposed, Mishka would cling to his shoulders, shuddering violently as he vocally expressed his pleasure.

“The…the ring…take it off…” Mishka moaned, whimpering as he buried his face against Vladmir’s shoulder.

Vladmir obeyed the command, undoing the clasp that held the leather band in place. It fell to the slab between Mishka’s legs. The sticky fluid began to come out in more copious amounts, staining the leather gloves Vladmir wore. Removing them, he smeared the sticky fluid into his lover’s skin, licking it from his fingers.

“Disgusting. How can you stand the taste of that?” Mishka murmured, his lips pressed against the older man’s neck.

Vladmir only grinned, leaning his head down. The rod was half way out; the man ran his tongue up the length of it, listening to Mishka’s soft cries. He did not mind if the man was louder. No one from upstairs would be able to hear anyway. The entire dungeon was soundproof. It had been that way since Vladmir’s great-grandfather had used it as a torture chamber.

“Do not hold back Mishka. You know how much I love to hear your screams” Vladmir murmured, his lips trailing down the man’s length.

The young man’s moans were soft, though each sounded loudly in Vladmir’s ears. He sucked on the rod, slowly pulling it out with his teeth. His hands cupped the man’s sack, tugging them gently as he drank in the moans and groans that issued from the man’s lips.

“Ah…. Ah!” Mishka cried out, his hips bucking upwards.

The young man’s fingers tugged harshly at Vladmir’s blond locks. Had it been anyone else, Vladmir would have knocked the young man’s hand away, but if it was Mishka he did not mind. It sent a chill of pleasure down his spine.

“My beautiful dear Mishka” he murmured, pulling the last inch of the rod out.

Mishka’s cries rang out throughout the dungeon, followed by his soft whimpers. His fingers gripped Vladmir’s hair painfully, his hips molded against the man’s mouth as he came, body shuddering as he emptied himself into the man’s mouth.

Bonelessly, he sank down against the slab, panting softly as he forced the air back into his lungs. It was a minute later when he realized how hard he was gripping Vladmir’s hair, releasing him with a murmured apology.

“You did not hold back” Vladmir teased, a grin on his face.

Mishka pushed himself up on his elbows, beckoning the man with a single finger. “You missed a spot,” he said, wiping a remainder of his seed from Vladmir’s lips.

Mishka groaned as those plush lips wrapped around his thumb, sucking it like a newborn child would.

“ You missed me?”

Vladmir nodded, nibbling the tip of Mishka’s thumb. “More than you can imagine.”

“You missed being fucked by me?”

Vladmir leaned forward, pressing his lips against Mishka’s lips. He moaned softly against his lips as Mishka nipped at his lower lip.

“So much that no other could satisfy me” Vladmir whispered, pressing kisses along Mishka’s collarbone, suckling the skin.

Mishka laughed, pushing Vladmir away from him. “Then take me upstairs and I’ll rectify the situation, General.”

Vladmir removed his trench coat, handing it to the younger man to wear. No one would say anything to Vladmir if he carried the man upstairs to his room. People had long since learned to not question the Chernov family. Lifting the man into his arms, he started towards the stairs.

“Why did you stop?” Mishka asked groggily.

“…Tatyana is with Anya” Vladmir said.

Mishka’s eyebrow rose at the sheepish tone. “So? How is that stopping you from taking me upstairs?”

“…She’s, with Anya in my room” Vladmir said.

Mishka groaned, and this time it was not from pleasure, burying his face against the man’s shoulder. “You spoil her too damn much.”