Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2023 19:42:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: "ropingtop@aol.com" <ropingtop@aol.com>
Subject: Warrior Student Crush - installment 1 (Science Fiction/Fantasy; authoritarian)

The empires of Qinq and Ranzi had been at war for well over 150 years,
but it appeared that it would soon be over. The Ranzi had strung together
victory after victory and now they were laying siege to the complex out
of which the administrative arm of the Qinq ran the war: where Ivan Platt
worked, as director of finances for the military complex.

Ivan was bigger than any of the other boys he knew. When he finished his
growth spurt, he was 6'4" and weighed about 210. His weight never rose
above 215 and never went below 205. He was meticulous about that.

Like all other young men in the Qinq empire, Ivan attended military
academy. It was required, which is understandable in an empire that had
been at war for so long. The curriculum was rigorous: in addition to a
heavy academic curriculum, the students were expected to learn all
aspects of military life. Their training was not just theoretical: sword
fighting, for example, was required. So was hand to hand combat. If there
was an aspect of military training that could be taught, the Qinq
students learned it. And Ivan excelled at all of the subjects that
suggested he was a warrior in training, while doing acceptable work in
academics.

Thus it surprised many that when it was time for Ivan to choose whether
to specialize in the warrior track or the administrative one, he chose
the latter. He told no one the reasons but kept them to himself.

In fact, there was only one reason: Professor Raynax Krei.  Among the
Qinq, Raynax was revered. He had led the Qinq to many victories when they
were successful and had managed to minimize losses as the situation had
become more and more dire. Eventually, administrative decision makers
decided that Qinq setbacks were the result of poor training of their
soldiers, and they redeployed Raynax as an instructor/professor at
military academy. He taught various classes, including one on
swordsmanship, one on hand-to-hand combat, a course on restraining
prisoners, and several others.

When Krei walked into Ivan's elementary swordsmanship class and said
"good morning" to the students, Ivan's heart jumped. He didn't
understand it, but he couldn't keep his eyes off this man. He was
transfixed, and he didn't understand it.  In class, there was a great
deal of practical training. Every student had to spar with Professor Krei
at some point. Ivan longed for more, and more of those sessions. Yes,
there was no question: in this class, as in any of the other warrior
classes, the young students were defeated by the instructor every time.
They were judged not on wins, but on progress. Every time Krei defeated
Ivan, Ivan needed to hide away and relieve any built-up feelings he had.
Sometimes, he needed to masturbate three or four times.

Ivan studied swordsmanship with Professor Krei for two years. In his
third year, a short course on "bondage and escape" was offered with
Professor Krei, and Ivan took it. The students took turns tying each
other up and trying to escape and very much treated the class like a
joke. Until they had to present themselves to Professor Krei for
examination. Krei was not happy with how the students approached the
class and decided on a group punishment: there were fifteen students in
the class, and he bound each one of them professionally. The five
students who took the longest to escape, however much time that might be,
would receive a punishment. "Being punished by Professor Krei. That's
not punishment" thought Ivan, and he deliberately sought to be in the
bottom 5. Krei noticed. "There's always one," he thought, but THIS
one...he's exceptional." He came close -- VERY close -- to violating the
protocols for teachers and students but didn't.  Meanwhile, Ivan was
becoming mature enough to know that his obsession with  Professor Krei
would impact how he performed as a soldier. That's why he made the
switch.

When it became known that Professor Krei had in fact been a double agent
for the Ranzi and had slipped out of Qinq unobserved, the entire kingdom
was shocked. Their shock grew when the Ranzi began massing forces for
what would become the final battle. Krei was one of the commanders.

When Qinq's only remaining outpost was the complex that ran the armed
forces, the Ranzi selected special military personnel for the final
attack: the men who worked in the complex were much more valuable for
their information alive. Capture, rather than carnage, was the goal. Krei
was put in charge of the operation, and, with his skill, it was just a
matter of time before Ranzi soldiers were streaming into the Qing
complex.  The Qinq were far outnumbered, but they didn't surrender. They
were administrators, but they were also warriors.  Krei, who always
enjoyed a fair fight, put most of his men on the sidelines. The estimate
was that there were 300 Qinq administrators in the complex. He took 250
with him and began his hunt. "One on one. ONLY" he instructed his
soldiers.  Quietly, they went through the main building. The sound of
battle could be heard everywhere. If a Qing bureaucrat slipped through
the first attack, the soldiers in waiting captured him.  Ivan armed
himself and prepared for battle. He didn't expect the man who came
through the door of his office to be his former Professor.  "Prepare for
battle, Qinq," Ranzi exhorted, and the fight began. "AH. I recognize
those strokes, that technique. You were my student. Platt. That's right.
A good student. About to be taught another lesson." Whether Ivan's
obsession with Ranzi had anything to do with what followed is not clear.
It was a fierce battle: a very fierce one that ended with Ivan's defeat.

After he had been defeated, Ivan had been bound, and moved to a room with
very sparse furnishings and no other people.  He pulled at the restraints
which tied his wrists to the chair, and then laughed to himself. Who was
he kidding? Raynax was the man who had taught him sword fighting, and how
to restrain captives. There was no chance he'd get out of these. Raynax
had taught him well, and Ivan had kept up his sword skills, but at the
end, when Raynax had slashed Ivan's sword from his hand, pushed him
against the wall and aimed his sword point to Ivan's adam's apple, Ivan
had muttered the traditional words of surrender: "I yield."  Raynax had
smiled at him. "You were my favorite student, Ivan. A little too cocky
for your own good, but a very fast learner, and always very crafty. When
you chose to follow an administrative path rather than the path of the
warriors, I was disappointed." He laughed. "I suspect you might be
regretting that, too.  Present your wrists. First, I'll remove the
retractable blades, which I assume you still use.

            Resigned, Ivan held out his hands. It had been Raynax who had
taught his students how to conceal a sharp object in their cuff buttons,
to use in case they had been captured and bound.  Ivan never forgot that.
Apparently, neither had Raynax.

            "And now, Ivan, there MUST be at least one trap web hidden
in that mass of your hair. But I'll see to that after you've been
immobilized. The chair, please. You know the position."

            "I still can't believe you went over to the enemy, Raynax.
You fooled all of us. " As Ivan put his wrists behind his back, Raynax
spoke. "Ivan, it doesn't surprise me that you missed it. Everyone did.
I have been with the Metas from day one. We think long term.  VERY long
term. And it has paid off. Now that we have the administrative center in
our hands," he patted Ivan on the shoulder "and many of its
administrators, this war will probably soon be over." Shocked, Ivan said
nothing.

"Now, let me check for that trap web. I certainly can't give you an
advantage when your interrogation begins." "FUCK" Ivan whispered under
his breath. Trap webs were a risky way to provide additional protection.
They were fitted with small explosives that could explode if touched.
They were also woven into material that was, literally, the thickness of
a human hair. Ivan's gray hair was a perfect match for the spun
material. Now, as Raynax produced one of the long tweezers which were
almost the only way to remove a trap web, Ivan froze. This would be
delicate work, and if he moved too much or too sharply,  the web could
explode.

            Afterward, Ivan wondered why he didn't try to explode the
web. Had he done so, he would have died, for sure, but so would Raynax.
The only reason he could think of was because Raynax was so crafty, he
might have some protection from the explosion. It never dawned on Ivan
until much later that perhaps he had feelings for his former instructor.

            "THREE of them. I'm impressed. I've had captives with two,
but never a three some." As Raynax removed each web, he placed it in a
demagnetizing bag.

            "I guess I was a lot smarter than some of the professors
thought, Raynax," Ivan growled. Raynax smiled. "I never doubted that
you were very intelligent, Ivan. Indeed, I wondered if, had you gone down
the warrior path and we met in battle, might you have defeated me. It was
possible. Not likely, but possible."

            For the first time since his capture, Ivan began to squirm
against the restraints. He had seen them in Raynax' hands, and he was
puzzled. They seemed very small: only one loop around each wrist, and
then an attachment to the horizontal bar on the back of the chair. As he
squirmed, Ivan understood: the bonds adjusted to his wrists and, with
every push, they shrunk about a millimeter. If he continued to struggle,
he'd be in great pain, very soon.

            "You never stopped developing more and more devious devices,
Raynax. These restraints have your mark on them."

            "It's good to combine the new and the old, Ivan. Very new
technology for your bonds -- the same material is restraining your thighs
and ankles by the way. But in case -- just in case we haven't cleared
the building yet." He produced a roll of silver duct tape. "Nothing is
more effective in keeping a man quiet, in my opinion. Especially one with
as much facial hair as yours,  Ivan." He wound a long strip around
Ivan's mouth.  Then he ruffled his hair.

            "Your interrogators will be here shortly, Ivan. What happens
after that, well, we shall see." With that, Raynax left Ivan in the
room, alone.

            The clock in the room had been destroyed in the battle, and
of course Raynax took Ivan's watch after his capture.  Ivan estimated it
had been about an hour and a half before he heard the door opening. He
had done his level best to keep as still as possible, because even with
limiting his movements, he could feel the bonds tighten. They were
beginning to hurt. So were his thighs. They hadn't constricted his neck,
but he wished he had loosened his necktie when he had the chance.   The
door opened.

            "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!!" It was Raynax, back again. Smiling,
he asked Ivan "I bet you're  surprised to see me, my prize student."
 "Stillness. Stillness is all" Ivan recited to himself. "Ha ha. The
tranquility mantra. You remember it, Ivan, GOOD. You may need it. But
your eyes give you away. Fear. Anger. Surprise. Perhaps you would like a
chance to talk. I would certainly like that."  As Raynax slowly removed
the tape, which caused Ivan to involuntarily move his wrists and resulted
in a shot of pain, Raynax spoke. "By not pursuing the warrior program,
you missed out on my specialty, Ivan."

            "Gee, I wish I could relive the past," he retorted
snottily. "You're so good at swords, and cords, what could you POSSIBLY
do better." Raynax gave a slight smile. He had always wondered what it
would be like to have this fine specimen in his powers. Now he did."

            "Interrogation, handsome. Interrogation. I find it the
most... challenging of all the fields of warfare, and when our Commander
asked if I would like to interrogate you myself, I considered it an
honor."

            "I suppose I should too. Saving the best for me? I guess I
should consider myself special." Raynax didn't answer.  "Men with your
body type -- a mix of ecto and mesomorphic structures -- present the most
challenging and most rewarding specimens for interrogation. Especially if
they've been trained in how to resist it. " He paused. "Unfortunately,
I was too overtaxed to teach the administrative side of the academy
resistance. I would have relished giving you your final exam."

            "I probably would have failed, given such an expert."
Raynax laughed at Ivan's continued snide answers.  "You probably would
have NOT, Ivan. My colleague told us at the grading conference that you
were the last holdout.  I cannot tell you how excited that made me. I
wished for the examination to be taped but...in those days, one had to be
discrete." Ivan squinted. Did Raynax just admit he had "the hots" for
Ivan? If he did, well, he could turn this around if he could just get his
own feelings under control. He feared what would happen next, but he
couldn't deny that when Raynax had him up against the wall, he was
aroused. Or that Raynax' hands on him while he was being bound aroused
him as well.

            "So, let us begin, Ivan. They do not teach these things in
the program you studied, but skilled interrogators are taught to identify
the weak spot in any subject. And every subject has one, Ivan. Now, let
me begin my examination." He reached out and loosened, then removed
Ivan's necktie. Gently, methodically, he opened every button on Ivan's
shirt until it flapped to the sides.

            "No undershirt. You've made things easier for me, Ivan. "
Silently, Raynax put his large flat palms on Ivan's torso. They were
warm: Raynax had a body temperature probably three degrees above normal.
He moved them meticulously over Ivan's upper body. He whispered "Yes,
there are obvious ways to interrogate. Torture to the genitals.
Hairbrushes to the feet. But that's the work of amateurs. A fine
specimen like you requires a more `refined' approach." Ivan felt
Raynax put a second set of restraints on his wrists, before he took off
the first ones. "I'd prefer that you could squirm and struggle during
this next phase, Ivan. And you will."

            Ivan didn't know it, but Raynax was probing for involuntary
synapse firings: an experienced interrogator could learn precisely how to
approach his subject by learning where jumps happened when the subject
was touched. There was no tickling, which caused Ivan to breathe a bit
easier, but feeling Raynax' hands all over him, and not being able to
respond, well... "It is shared," Raynax thought, as he saw the rising
bulge in Ivan's slacks. His own trousers were very loose, and Ivan would
not have been able to see Raynax' erection. Ivan's blush told Raynax he
knew he had seen it.

            He completed his probe. "Interrogation probing is always so
satisfying, Ivan. I've just learned so much about you."

            "Yeah, and I bet you're gonna share it whether I like it or
not," he answered. "Some of it. Some I may save for later because, you
fine specimen, I will be FAR from being done with you after I do my
job."

            "You'll be disappointed!" Ivan belted out, wondering, yet
knowing, what Raynax meant.  "I think not, Ivan, but let's get the work
part of things done, shall we? Now, in my probe I found some very
interesting things. Like this sore spot, right below your left shoulder
blade." He pushed a thumb on the spot he mentioned, and Ivan screamed in
pain.

            "FUCK!  That's from sports. FUCK!!!!" Raynax had continued
to press the spot, and  Ivan struggled, uselessly, to get out of the way
of Raynax' strong fingers.

            "Ivan, that is not even the spot that I've identified."

            "FUCK YOU" Ivan answered, "I BET THAT'S ALL YOU GOT."

            "Wrong." Raynax said softly and moved his hand down to the
point on Ivan's right side where his rib cage ended. "Right here. Right
between your last rib, and the next to last rib, there is a knot. HERE."
Two knuckles pressed against the spot, and Ivan howled in pain.

            "WHAT THE... WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?" Raynax stopped
pressing but kept his knuckles where they were.

            "Simply showing you what I've got, Ivan." He pressed his
knuckles in again, less forcefully than the first time. Ivan whimpered.
"Now, would you care to make a wager as to how long you can hold out
before you agree to tell me everything I want to know?"

            "YOU'LL GET NOTHING. NOTHING. YOU THINK I FORGOT THE
RESISTANCE TRAINING?" Raynax pressed a little harder.  "OH SHIT.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." Raynax released the pressure again. "You remember
from basic biology, Ivan, that humans exhibit bilateral symmetry. Hence,
it stands to reason that you'll have another knot at your other side.
Maybe not as sensitive, but we should check nonetheless, for the sake of
science." Now, two sets of knuckles were pressing into Ivan's ribs. One
set on each side. He struggled and fought, but he was bound securely.
Raynax said nothing, just kept the pressure at an even level.

            "Raynax...DAMN... All your students loved you. FUCCCCCCCCCCK
THAT HURTS."

            "Does it? Enough for you to agree to tell my examiners
everything they want to know?" Ivan was silent. Then he screamed as
Raynax increased the pressure. "You younger ones. You do well at
academy, you get a few victories under your belt, and then...you get soft.
You don't continue to study. You basically BEG to be in the position
you're in now, Ivan." He pushed very hard for a few seconds. "Right
now, there are six of you being interrogated. Perhaps we'll bring you
all into a room and have you compete."

            "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG"  Ivan screamed. He
wondered if the sounds were going to the other rooms.  Then, Raynax
stopped. He stood in front of Ivan. "Look at me, IVAN." He took the
tone he had when he was an instructor and Ivan automatically looked up.
"You will not endure this much longer. You know it, and I know it. And
surely you know, you will never go free again."  Ivan gulped. He hadn't
thought about that.

            "What happens to me, Raynax?"  Raynax clasped his hands
behind his back and began to circle Ivan.

            "AH. Now THAT is a very salient question, Ivan. Much depends
on cooperation you know. For example..." he put his strong hands on
Ivan's shoulders and massaged them. Ivan closed his eyes in pleasure.
"A captive who gives no information, is of no use at all. There are
slave colonies throughout our empire, and prisoners are assigned to them
randomly. I will admit that of those whom I have interrogated and been
sent away, I've never seen them again. My understanding is that they are
`living' brutal lives.  Of course, on the other hand, those who comply,
well, they remain prisoners, but their lot is far superior I would say."

            "How?" Ivan asked.  "Many ways. It is of course up to the
interrogator and the command. I have some ideas for you, when you comply,
but I will keep those secret."

            "I'M NOT GOING TO COMPLY... PROFESSOR." Ivan spat out. "I
think we've had enough of a break, Ivan. I wonder, is there another spot
we can investigate." When he pressed his knuckles back into Ivan's
ribs, Raynax rested his chin on Ivan's neck.

            "There's another spot right here, isn't there, Ivan? That
one is no secret. I watched your student wrestling match and how the hold
immobilized you."

            "IT WAS ILLEGAL! AAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH."

            "On a scale of 1-10, Ivan, I'm only at about a 6. You will
suffer much, MUCH more." This time, Raynax pressed the tip of his chin
into Ivan's neck while his knuckles continued the pressure.  He
whispered "Have you heard of pleasure slaves, Ivan? Captives who have
been chosen to service their Masters. They live in relative pleasure.
They only need to satisfy their Master's needs." He brushed against
Ivan's back, and Ivan felt the hard-on through Raynax's trousers.
"Let's go to level 7," Raynax announced, and the pressure continued.

            "NO MORE. NO MORE, PLEASE. NO MORE. I GIVE. I'LL TELL YOU
WHAT I KNOW BUT... NO MORE."  The pressure stopped immediately.

            "An excellent decision, Ivan." Ivan looked down,
dejectedly. Raynax had defeated him again, but...

            "You'll guarantee I'll become a pleasure slave?" Raynax
laughed. "Oh, I will do everything in my power to make sure you are a
pleasure slave. MY pleasure slave. You can start now." He opened his
trousers and pushed his cock to Ivan's mouth. "Surely the skills you
learned as a student remain with you." Ivan looked at Raynax
questioningly.

            "Ivan, every boarding student in the history of the academy
has had to take care of his needs, one way or the other. You were all on
camera at all times. Enough history. SUCK."  Ivan fell on Raynax' cock.
At that moment, he felt that he had wanted this from the start. Yes, he
had fought, but he wanted to be regarded as a worthy opponent so he could
be considered a worthy lover. Now, he had to prove he was as apt at cock
sucking as he was at sword play.