Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2024 15:31:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: "ropingtop@aol.com" <ropingtop@aol.com>
Subject: warrior student crush installment 3

            Raynax called for Ivan two evenings later. Actually, to say
he "called for" him would not be quite accurate. Most of the conqueror
elites would send a servant to the slave quarters to lead the chosen one
back to their quarters. Ivan saw that happen regularly, usually
accompanied by hooting and whistling: the slaves did talk about their
conquerors and their habits, which of course led to jokes, imagined
stories, etc. Raynax, however, came to the quarters himself. Marty and
several of the other slaves had told him that would happen. "There's a
lot of turnover here, and he likes to see who's new, who's still here,
whether any of his `communal' captures are being used, yadda yadda, you
know.

            "Turnover?" Ivan asked. It made him concerned. "Oh, not to
worry, big guy. It's really very rare that a chosen sex slave gets
assigned to another section. The turnover happens when a conqueror gets
assigned to a new position, or if a Master develops a fondness for one of
the `communals.' Then he or she will take them, maybe to become an
inside slave, or to wherever they're going. " He smiled. "And you
know, there isn't that much room in these quarters, so if there are
newbies coming in, well, they'll sell off the less popular guys. Maybe
they'll find a place elsewhere."

            "You didn't mention the army slaves." Rick, one of the
common property slaves spoke up. Marty sighed. "Well, it hasn't
happened in a while because there hasn't been a big mobilization.
Sometimes, if the whole army, or a good part of it is going to war, or to
some battle that they think will take a while, they'll bring some of us
with them.  War is dangerous and, well..."

            "I think I get it," Ivan answered. "Does Raynax go to
battle often?"  The other slaves looked at each other. "If they could
convince him, they'd have Gen Raynax on the field every day. He's
undoubtedly the best soldier they've got. But when you're as good as he
is, you get to call the shots. Like, the incursion where he captured you?
He wasn't really interested because it wasn't going to be that involved
an attack, but when he saw that you worked at the headquarters, well, he
got interested."

            "So, he..." Ivan never got to finish his thought. He heard
Raynax's  voice.

            "You're with me tonight, Ivan. How are you coming with the
plugs?"

            "I think I'm at number 4," Ivan answered, truthfully,
knowing that Raynax would check and be upset if his answer wasn't
accurate. He saw a smile play across Raynax' face.

            "Good. You'll be ready soon. I think you're ready for
something new tonight, Ivan." He opened the door to the slave quarters.
"This way, please. "

            When they got to Raynax' rooms, he instructed Ivan to take
off his shirt and then to lie on his back.  When Raynax started tying
Ivan's wrists to the frame of the bed, Ivan spoke.

            "I don't know why you tie me up. You know I can't get
anywhere. "  Raynax smiled. "Well, first of all, Ivan, you are a VERY
sexy man when you're tied down. But second of all, you should be
thanking me. I'm saving you a feeling of humiliation."

            Ivan snorted. "REALLY? You expect me to believe that?" He
got another smile and then felt Raynax' rough, soldier hand stroking his
chest. "It's true, Ivan. Bound, you have a sense that you can't get
away, so why fight it. I've tied you up before, you don't push against
the ropes, or struggle. But, if I held you down myself, you'd fight. And
you'd lose. To your older teacher. You can't tell me that wouldn't
make you feel embarrassed or humiliated."  He continued to pass his hand
over Ivan's torso. "Unlike this little massage, which I can see is
giving you a great deal of pleasure. As it is to me."  Exposed as he was
and wearing the very tight jeans that Raynax had instructed him to wear,
Ivan's erection was very visible. "You've seen the cages on some of
the slaves, Ivan?"  Raynax moved his thumb up to Ivan's right nipple,
and just pressed it there. Ivan moaned. "Yeah, I saw them. They told me
because they got caught doing what they shouldn't." "And that's
correct, Ivan. Just know that I would have no hesitation about putting
one on you if I learned you were behaving inappropriately.
`Self-abuse', for example, is something I will not tolerate. Part of
you learning your new role, is to understand that your climaxes, or
whatever you would like to call them, are under my control."

            "So if I were to jerk off?" The pleasure Ivan was getting
from Raynax' thumb had faded a little. "You'd be in a cage, and
probably receive a second punishment,  depending on my whims and the
situation.  For example, right now, it would be moving up your plug two
sizes instead of one. " Ivan gulped. He had handled the first three
plugs very easily but the fourth one was much more challenging.  Marty
had told him he could keep at that level until it fell out when he tried
to insert it.

            "You're still not ready to receive your conqueror's
greatest gift, Ivan, but tonight, you'll learn how to do something
else." Raynax opened the restraints, and Ivan sat up. He rubbed his
wrists. "Now please stand up and then get on your knees. Place your
hands behind you." Ivan's mind began to work: he was almost certain
what this meant, and he was wondering: did he have the courage to, well,
bite down?"  He felt new restraints going around his wrists.

            "You're a healthy young man, Ivan. I know you've had blow
jobs. You've put your dick into the mouths of women, for sure."

            "Yeah, so? Every cadet did. You even provided some of us
with women to take care of us."

            "And you enjoyed it, Ivan, didn't you?" Ivan couldn't
lie. He knew, from the days when he was Raynax' student, that the man
could see right through him.

            "I did. You said it was part of our upbringing: becoming
men."

            "Indeed, I did say that. Now..." He put a hand under Ivan's
chin and held up his head. "Did you ever use a man's mouth?" Ivan was
about to insist he never had, but that was a lie. There had been two
times. Both were "excursions" when the cadets were left in a part of
the countryside they didn't know and had to make it back to the academy.

            "Twice." Ivan answered curtly. "I've never had a dick in
my mouth."

            "Well, Ivan, that changes tonight." Ivan saw a strap with a
metal circle in the middle of it. "You were trained well, and I know
exactly where your mind is going, my fine man. But MY mind is ahead of
yours." He showed the device to Ivan. "This ring gag will keep your
mouth open and prevent you from biting down. It won't be quite the same
as a fine blow job, but it's like training wheels.  Now, you'll open
your mouth so I can put this in, Ivan, or..." He crooked his knuckles to
make the shape his hand took when he pressed it into Ivan's ribs the
time he captured him.  As Raynax secured it, Ivan felt uncomfortable.

            "Now, with this  position, you're essentially at my mercy
more than ever, isn't that so Ivan?" When he gagged out an answer,
Raynax laughed. Ivan decided to just shake his head. "For example, I
could reach in and stroke your tongue." He put a finger in Ivan's mouth
and did that. "With luck I could grab it and pull it out, and of course,
if I were to tell you to stick OUT your tongue as far as you could,
you'd do it, wouldn't you?" Raynax' fingers on Ivan's nipples made
his answer even more certain. He shook his head yes.

            "Now, this will come with experience. I'm sure the other
gents will ask you about it and give you all kinds of pointers --
especially those who've tasted mine and know what I like." He  opened
his pants. His dick was hard and straight ahead of him. "No time like
the present to learn something new." Ivan remembered it as one of the
slogans Raynax had used in class. Now, he felt Raynax' thick, salty cock
pass his lips. He tried to choke but the ring stopped him.

            "Developing a gag reflex is important, Ivan. I'm not poorly
endowed, but if I were ever to share you with some of our more `gifted'
soldiers, you'll need to have strong control over your reflexes." He
pushed in further. "Use your tongue. Lick it. You know what to do. You
know what you've had people do. Just think that through. MMMM. There's
only one thing better than face fucking a man, ha ha." Ivan noticed that
the ring was nearly contoured to Raynax' dick. (He later found out it
was a custom-made ring gag). Raynax gave him instructions along the way,
and he felt the dick getting thicker in his mouth. He heard Raynax making
some moans of pleasure. When he felt Raynax' hands on the back of his
head, stroking his neck and then rubbing his ears, his own dick began to
beg for attention.  He felt Raynax begin to thrust. Faster and faster.

            "MMMMM. You're close to getting an A on your first lesson,
Ivan. Very, very. CLOSSSSSSSSSSSSE!!!!" Ivan felt Raynax' cock spasm,
and then he felt waves of salty semen going down his throat. He tried to
close his esophagus. He didn't want to swallow.  He saw the smile from
Raynax.

            "You're going to swallow, Ivan. You know it, I know it. Do
you really have to resist?" Ivan felt Raynax release the gag, and he
closed his mouth. "KEEP IT CLOSED, IVAN." Raynax pinched Ivan's
nostrils. He couldn't breathe. He fought it as long as he could but
then, when he gulped oxygen, the semen went all the way down.

            "Not an A+ performance, Ivan, but a mighty fine one for a
beginner. You're going to serve very well. Now, let's get those jeans
off so that I can...investigate your progress." What was to follow HAD
been Ivan's least favorite part of captivity until tonight. He was fully
naked and sprawled on his stomach on the bed. Raynax began slowly turning
the butt plug. Ivan's moans were a mixture of pleasure and pain: the
constant punishment had made his nerve endings very sensitive, and any
turn of the plug aroused them. On the other hand, this one may have been
only an inch longer than the one before, but it felt enormous.  (One of
the other slaves had told him that the move from 3 to 4 was the hardest
one, and the rest would be easier.

            "Know what I can tell, Ivan? I can tell that when I turn the
plug like this."  Raynax adjusted it slightly, turning to the left. "It
touches on something in you, and you just want to explode, don't you?"
He continued to torment Ivan. "I'll just keep on doing this until I
hear you beg to cum."  It didn't take long.  Less than two minutes
after Raynax had started, a plaintive cry much higher than the deep
baritone that was Ivan's natural voice came out. "Please Raynax. Let me
shoot. Please."

            "I want to see it, handsome. You can cum if you roll over
and put your legs in the air." Ivan gulped. It was such a helpless
position, but he needed release so badly.  Raynax grabbed his ankles as
Ivan took hold of his dick.

            "Close your eyes, Ivan. Think about what it means to be
another man's property. Just think of how someone has total control of
things like your ability to cum. And so much more.  Think about how good
it's going to feel sleeping in my arms tonight, on this comfortable bed
instead of the slave quarters."

            Something took hold in Ivan's mind, and it got him more
aroused. His hips bucked wildly, and he shot into the air.  "If you want
me to be especially nice to you, Ivan, you'll say `thank you' when I
let  you do this."  Ivan's eyes showed all of the confusion he was
feeling, but he whined, still in a voice register higher than normal.
"Thank you. Thank you for letting me cum." Raynax smiled. He whispered:
"you're mine, Ivan. Completely."

            Ivan slept remarkably well in Raynax's bed. Raynax cradled
him, almost like a spoon in a bigger spoon (Ivan was new to this), and
every now and then, during the night, Raynax's body would shift, and his
fingers would be on another part of Ivan. Every time that happened, Ivan
thought he would explode.

            When Ivan woke up, Raynax was already awake. Ivan felt him
playing with the plug, and he moaned. "You probably need another day
with this one, Ivan." He rolled the man onto his back and pinned his
wrists. "See? If you tried to get away, you wouldn't."

            "I don't know about that" Ivan grunted and pushed. He made
no progress. "Wanna keep trying?" Raynab smiled. "No. You've made
your point."

            "Don't be bitter about it, Ivan. You're in a much better
position than many." Raynax pushed his lips to Ivan's for a kiss. Ivan
didn't want to respond, but he did. "Mmmm. These lips haven't been
used too much. I like that. You like the feel of morning beard on your
neck, Ivan?" Ivan laughed. "I don't know. None of my girlfriends ever
had one. OOOOOOOOOOOH" He felt Raynax rub his against his neck. Ivan
tried to close up and stop it, but he couldn't. Nor could he stop
Raynax' tongue probing his ear.  "Oh, this is so good. If I could, I'd
keep you here for the next few days, training you myself, but..." He
kissed Ivan again. "Unfortunately, your colleagues in the neighboring
province have decided that they're going to re-take your campus.
And...." He sighed. "I've been put in charge of making sure that
doesn't happen, so, newbie, you're back to the quarters for the next
few days. Maybe a week. If you keep making progress well, you'll be able
to welcome me home with, ha ha, exactly what I want. " He leaned on his
elbow, tracing Ivan's nipple.

            "You want to keep me happy, don't you Ivan? Not just to
keep from being treated as a regular prisoner of war, but just because."
Ivan didn't answer. He'd be lying, and Raynax would know it.

            "I'm the spoils of war. That I know. If you chose to send
me to a penal colony, or anything else, that would be your choice. I
understand my position."

            "Your position is UNDER me, Ivan. Remember that." He kissed
him again. "Get your clothes on. The guards will be furious if I don't
return you. But I'll be back."

            Raynax was gone for 9 days.  For a few of those days, he
spoke of being relieved that his conqueror was gone, but by the 4th day,
he had to admit to himself: he missed Raynax. Yeah, part of it was Raynax
prohibition on Ivan doing anything to relieve himself sexually, but the
other part of it was, well, the stimulation he got when Raynax took him
-- at least the way he played with him, tied him, and even the blow job.
He wanted out, but not completely. "When Raynax feels you're completely
trained, he'll let you back into the rest of the world. Until then..."
Marty smiled. "Just keep on using your plugs. Where are you? At six now?
That's great." Ivan could see that during the day several of his
"suitemates" would dress and get led out, either by their captor, or
someone else. They were dressed for work: dress shirts and slacks,
sometimes ties, sometimes jackets. They'd  be gone most of the day, and
then at some point, they'd rejoin the quarters. Sometimes, it was well
into the evening. "Gen picked me up at work. We went out and then...
well, I won't be able to sit comfortably for a day or so." He'd hear
comments like that a lot. And each one got him hornier. He needed to get
laid, and he found that the tat indicating he was Raynax' personal
property kept the other victors away from him. One left, muttering "what
a shame."

            Then a rumor started spreading: the campaign had been
successful, but difficult, and the army was returning.  One of the
servants spoke of "another surrender, and some VERY valuable captives."
If anyone knew the particulars, they weren't speaking. Then on the ninth
day -- right after he had finished with the last of his plugs, Ivan
heard  "Your owner is in the compound. He needs to take care of some
things, including processing prisoners. Two new sex slaves coming too."

            "Personal property?" Ivan looked up. Marty saw it and
laughed. "Why, Ivan? You jealous? Afraid that cock is gonna be for
someone else and not for you." Ivan blushed as the other "companions"
started laughing. He didn't know why he had asked the question. He
justified it by telling himself "Those plugs weren't easy. I worked
hard. For nothing?"  Marty suggested he take a nap because at some
point, Raynax was going to want him, and he should be as fresh as
possible. When Ivan napped, he dreamed about what the first time having
his ass taken would be like. He woke in a pool of semen. "SHIT" he
thought. "Of all days."

            Ivan and the others heard the steps coming down the hall.
"JUST KEEP MOVING, CLAUDE. You're not getting away!" Ivan heard the
name "Claude." There was a Claude at the academy in his class. A very
good soldier. BIG. VERY big. Ivan had been the top student, but he
wasn't first in all of his classes. Claude had been the top wrestler,
the top marksman, and a few other things. At the end, the difference in
the scores was very very small.

            "Meet your new roommates, gents!" Raynax was inside the
quarters. Ivan saw his classmate, Claude. He looked scared, but also
angry. He had clearly undergone the process for removing his hair. So had
the man with him. EVERYONE recognized Beed. One of the members of the
entertainment class. Beautiful voice and, allegedly, in base terms, a
top-level whore. "I'm sure you'll make them welcome." Ivan saw that
Beed hadn't been marked, but Claude carried the same mark of personal
ownership that he did: he belonged to Raynax. His mind was distracted,
but Raynax' deep voice took him out of reverie.

            "IVAN! It's been too long, and they say you're ready for
me." He smiled. "You have half an hour to get ready. We'll celebrate
many things tonight."

            "Get ready?" He asked to the air.  Claude saw him. "Hey.
They caught you too?" Ivan shook his head. "Raynax captured me
personally. He's still amazing." Claude laughed "I know. He came after
me, too. Had me good. I was on the floor. His sword was at my adam's
apple. He offered me the opportunity to die or to surrender. I would've
taken the former but then... someone brought in Beedy."  Ivan looked up.
"So you and Beed..." Claude smiled. "For a couple of months. Who knows
if it was  permanent with Beedy. For a while though it's been, well,
bliss."  Marty intervened.

            "You two can get reacquainted later. Ivan, we've got to
make you look REALLY sharp. Let's get that hair washed. And get some
nicer clothes on you."

            "MMMM. It looks like you dressed for a prom, Ivan." His
white shirt was snug, as were his jeans. His stomach churned. "Thank
you," he said, but looked away. Raynax came in, and like he had that
night before the expedition, pulled up Ivan's chin. "Let me see those
eyes. Grey. Inviting." Raynax eyes were black with gold flecks. Ivan
couldn't stop looking. He felt a hand on his ass.  "Let's go." As
they went back to Raynax' quarters, he remarked. "I'm surprised,
Ivan.  Those jeans would show a hard-on. You don't seem excited at
all."

            "I was sleeping and..." He was blushing. "AH, the wet
dreams of young adulthood. You'll have to tell me about the dream."

            "It was about you, Raynax. I knew I had finished the plugs
and, you were back and, I knew what that meant." Raynax looked at him.
"You're telling the truth. I've told you once and I'll tell you
again: I know when you're lying. You're not lying now. Thinking about
me when it happens is excusable. DO NOT let it happen now that Claude has
been captured."

            Ivan felt a bolt of "something" go through him. He DID have
a crush on Claude when they were in academy. He had put it aside when he
learned that Claude favored more effeminate guys.  Publicly owned sex
slaves could "cavort" with each other without problem, but not the
privately owned.  Ivan's mind had been so crowded with what was going to
happen to him that night that he hadn't thought about...other things.

            "You know how I like you on the bed, Ivan." "Yes," he
answered, trying to keep his mouth from drying out.

            Raynax pinned down his wrists. "Go ahead, stud. Fight your
way out. If you don't, I'll tie you down just the way I like you."
Ivan smiled. He knew he was going to lose, but he didn't mind losing if
his opponent was a stronger man, a better warrior. He knew Raynax was.
 He knew also that struggling was useless, and it would probably make
Raynax even more sexually aroused than he clearly was. But he fought and
struggled as hard as he could. Every time Raynax laughed he struggled
more. Until his strength began to give out.  Breathing hard, he whispered
"I yield. "You are the victor," the traditional words they had all
used at academy to indicate acceptance of defeat. "You are still
formidable, Ivan. You'll always be a challenge." Raynax secured Ivan's
wrists. "So handsome too. So wonderfully handsome." He pressed lips to
Ivan's, and this time, he forced Ivan's lips opened. His tongue snaked
down and, much to his surprise, Ivan liked it. He moaned and
instinctively moved his tongue back and forth, wrestling with Raynax'
before yielding. He pursed his lips to make his mouth entrance tighter,
which brought out a groan of satisfaction from Raynax.

            "There is very little you need to learn there, Ivan."
Raynax had begun opening his shirt buttons. "So you graduated from
another course? The one designed to make you my very personal
property."  Ivan breathed hard. "Please. Do you have to do this?"
Raynax smiled. "I don't. I could do it to Claude. Or so many others.
Would you like that?"  Ivan wasn't ready for the question. He realized
that, marked as Raynax' property, any sex was out of the question.

            As he was thinking about it, he felt Raynax' long fingers
run down his sides. It tickled. It tickled more as Raynax pressed, and
Ivan began laughing hysterically.

            "I want my under me to be happy. Smiling. To enjoy what
he's experiencing. You will, Ivan. Trust me. You are not the first man
whom I have introduce to the joy of being -- what they used to call a
bottom, and we now call and underneather. " Ivan felt his shoes and
jeans being removed. "I will be gentle tonight, Ivan. That will not
always be the case." Ivan felt Raynax' thumb at his hole. He spread his
legs. He thought back to how Marty and the others had prepared him, and
he whispered "Take me General Raynax. Take your captive. Take your
slave. Pleasure yourself. "