Yuriy Ivanov

This was torture. Yuriy desperately hoped that Garland would just quickly fuck him and be done with it but he wasn’t. He was going as painfully slow as possible. It just made his body yearn more. Made him squirm under him. Pre leaked from the tip of his cock. He felt so humiliated that he was enjoying this. The fact he was feeling any kind of pleasure from Garland just made him feel like a traitor. He tried to keep his eyes focused on the ceiling. Tried to calm his breathing but it wasn’t working well. Each time Garland’s cock brushed his sweet spot it just took his breath away again. He let it go on for a while before he couldn’t take it anymore, “Please… Please move faster… You’re driving me crazy!” Yuriy groaned out in a needy tone.

Yuriy was struggling. He didn’t want to enjoy this feeling. He hated Garland. He hated what Garland was doing to him. And yet… He couldn’t deny that this full feeling was starting to feel good. His insides relaxing around Garland. He bit his lip to stop the moan that threatened to come out of him when Garland toyed with his cock. His hips did buck a bit, however. Yuriy let out another whine. Ashamed of himself. He couldn’t look at Garland. He knew the bastard was looking so smug right now. Got to claim his first. Claim him. This was something he wanted to give to someone he trusted but that was all torn away by Garland, “Please… Please just move. It’s driving me crazy.” Yuriy weakly begged.

For just a brief moment, Yuriy completely forgot that it was Garland above him. He just leaned into the pleasure. Relaxing. Enjoying the feeling of Garland’s fingers moving in and out of him. By now he was fully hard, flushed, and slightly panting. But was pulled from his bliss with Garland removing his fingers. Yuriy blinked a few times. Reality hitting him all at once, “H-hey! W-wait!” He wasn’t ready! But it was too late, Garland was already pushing in. Yuriy threw his head back and gasped. His hands gripped the sheets under him. Garland was much bigger than the toys Garland had been using on him. Yuriy felt everything. Inch after inch sinking into him. His insides stretch around Garland and then clamp down again making things wonderfully tight for the man above Yuriy. “Fuck…” Yuriy let out a breath, eyes squeezing shut. There was no time for regrets now. He asked for this. This just seemed like the better option than taking one of Garland’s horrible punishments. But this also felt so very humiliating. 

Yuriy let out a breath of relief when Garland pulled his finger out but that didn’t last long. Two fingers replaced it, making him gasp. It was such an odd feeling, yet his body was reacting to it. He felt ashamed of himself for starting to get hard from this. Garland was now hovering over him and he refused to look up at him. Refusing to give Garland the pleasure of seeing his flushed face. “That doesn’t make it any less humiliating.” Yuriy whined, struggling to keep his voice from shaking. It was clear he was fighting back some moans. He was liking this more the longer it went on. His body relaxing around Garland’s fingers. Giving in to the man. He chewed on his bottom lip, squeezing his eyes shut trying to focus on anything else. 

Yuriy didn't have a chance to really prepare himself before Garland was pushing a finger into him. He let out a small yelp. It felt odd but much less painful than having a toy stuffed into him. He tried not to squirm as Garland pushed his finger in and out of him. He didn’t know how to feel about it. That is until Garland brushed on the spot that caused pleasure to shoot through his body. Yuriy arched and let out a gasp, signaling to Garland that he found that spot, “S-stop… No, don't touch me there.” Yuriy whined, red in the face. He didn’t want to take pleasure from this. He could feel his insides throb from the lingering pleasure. He love/hated that spot. It made everything bearable but at the same time it made it seem like he was actually enjoying what was happening to him. He didn’t want to give that pleasure to Garland. But he wasn’t in such a good position to deny the other man. Considering Garland could abuse his body in any way he wanted and there was nothing Yuriy could do about it.

Yuriy refused to look up. He caught a glimpse at how hard Garland was and it sickened him. The bastard really was getting off to putting him in this terrible situation. “No… I won’t run.” There was no point to it. There was nowhere to go. At least the experience would be so much better not cuffed up. Made him feel like he had a little bit of control over what was happening to him. He tensed up a bit when Garland forced his legs in a better position. He felt so vulnerable and exposed. It made his face red with shame. He could only hope this wouldn’t drag on. Garland just has his fun and just leaves him alone after. He kept his eyes locked on the wall rather than Garland who was now between his legs. Nervousness was just written all over his face and body language. He had to remind himself that he was willingly doing this. It was just better to be willing and not relive the horror of last time being tied up and forced into the act.

Yuriy looked a bit red. He wasn’t sure how to answer that question. Being with another man was taboo in his country. He is still confused by his own feelings about being with men and now it’s being forced on him by Garland. Yuriy flinched at the comment, looking hurt, “...Not surprised. They’ve always had a thing going.” Seemed they both completely forgot about him and his team. If something was going to happen, it would have happened months ago. Confirming that he has indeed been abandoned made what was about to happen all the more miserable. “Doesn’t matter really. You’ve seen everything anyway.” He sighed in a defeated tone, removing his shirt then his pants and boxers. It was clear how nervous he was. He was shaking. He slowly got on the bed knowing they were going to get there eventually. “Are you going to cuff me?”

Yuriy pressed his lips together considering not answering. Either way he was going to be mocked, “No… It was Takao.” He knew he had a certain level of feelings for Boris but couldn’t place them until Takao happened. The moment the boy freed him from Balkov with such a stupid smile on his face it couldn’t help but make Yuriy realize he liked boys more than he should. And then his feelings for Boris came. He let out a small sigh. None of that mattered anymore. They were both violently ripped from his life and here he was about to lay with his capture. He felt a bit sick. It was going to happen eventually, he’d rather do it by choice and on his terms. It would make him feel better about it over all. “You can handcuff me if you don’t trust me but I really would rather be able to watch you. I don’t want to be surprised and panic.” Besides, being face down would just bring up those awful memories of the toy. He didn’t want that weighing on him while he’s attempting to enjoy himself despite the situation. Yuriy let out a sigh of relief at that as he followed behind Garland back to his room. “Thanks… I actually really appreciate that.” Even if Garland wasn’t doing it for him. It still nice to be on the plush bed when everything happens rather than some uncomfortable, shameful surface. Yuriy swallowed a bit when they got to the room. “Should I uh strip?” When he was with women, they were usually in the heat of the moment. Both aroused. He was far from that at the moment. He was about to have sex with his abuser.

“I’ve been with women, I just never thought about being with a man until recently.” Recently when he realized he had more feelings for Boris than friendship. What poor timing that was. They finally got it all out with each other and then this happened. He had to swallow back a ball in his throat threatening to form. No point in dwelling. Unless something changed, or some miracle happened, They were all screwed. He still slightly hoped that Kai was out there. Just as it was, there was no way he could make it out of this building by himself. He took Garland’s hand and stood up, “Basically the same thing.” Yuriy let out a small huff. Which turned into a cringe at Garland’s question. That punishment was still fresh in his mind, “Back. I would rather see what you’re doing.” He didn’t want to panic and start fighting. If this got him out of a terrible punishment, he’ll take it. Sex was nice with women, why wouldnt it be with a man? He really hoped he wasn’t just lying to himself to feel better about this.

Yuriy pressed his lips together. He spent so much time desperately trying to get out, he never really put much thought in how he got there in the first place. How foolish. He’s been leading himself on with false hope. Yuriy let out a heavy sigh, “I didn’t think of that at the time. All I ever thought about was them… I’m sure you would have done the same if it were your teammates.” Maybe. Or maybe Garland was every bit as heartless as he thinks he is. Seemed like Garland was cared about. That Moses guy was ready to beat him down if something happened to Garland. The threat of that wasn’t enough to stop Yuriy from striking Garland down if he had the chance. Though what would even be the point of killing Garland? Surely he would be killed too. There was no winning. There was no saving himself or then others. Not unless some miracle happened. Yuriy was far from demanding. He knew better. He was more asking. Maybe pleading a little. “I know what sex is like. I’m inexperienced, not stupid.” He flinched at the cold spray. It stung but it was far from the worst pain he had been in. “You’ve been dying for me to be willing, here's your chance. I won’t fight you.” There was no telling when he would get his nerve back and start fighting Garland again. If there ever was going to be a point.