May 24th - "Do you need a break?"
Heed the tags on this one. Noncon stripping and heavy themes of noncon throughout, but no actual noncon takes place. Follows directly from this post (Ben) and this post (Jake). As promised, this one is pretty brutal for Ben and Jake, especially emotionally.
Car battery | Restraints | Conditioned
Ben stared up at the yawning entrance to the plane. His breathing was rabbit fast and shallow behind the ball gag. He didn’t want to go. He didn’t want to see what waited for him on that plane. He felt Volkov’s heavy hand on his neck and his breath on his ear as the man spoke.
“Not thinking of bolting, or resisting are you, Malyshka? You remember what happens if you try that, don’t you?”
A silent tear slipped down his cheek and he nodded. He wanted so badly to beg for his freedom. He was going to die this time. He knew it. It was a miracle he’d been rescued the first time. How could he dare to hope for a second miracle?
Volkov tugged on his shirt and Ben stumbled toward the plane.
As he reached the top of the stairs, Volkov stopped him from entering the plane.
“I have a little surprise for you. I can’t wait to see what you think of it. Come along darling.”
Ben’s stomach was in knots, dread pooled in his belly. He turned and walked towards the seating area on the private jet.
There, kneeling on the floor, arms bound behind him, collared and gagged like Ben was his brother, Jake. Their eyes met and they screamed in protest, straining against their bonds.
Volkov shocked them both and ordered them to be quiet while they writhed on the floor of the plane. Jake’s wrists and ankles had been chained to the metal that bolted the seats into the plane. He was hauled back up to a kneeling position and Ben was dragged to the next set of seats.
Ben was bent over one of the seats and the zip ties were cut from his wrists. Volkov slowly pushed Ben to his knees in front of him. Ben’s breath hitched and his eyes wildly glanced between Volkov and his brother.
Volkov slipped his finger’s beneath Ben’s chin and forced him to only look at him.
“Now, Benjamin, let’s see how much you remember. We’ll start small. I want you to remove your shirt.”
Ben’s eyes were wide with terror and humiliation. He glanced quickly to his brother and then back to Volkov, the plea clear. Please don’t make me do this in front of my brother.
“I gave you a direct order, Benjamin.”
Suddenly Jake screamed as his collar went off. He twisted and thrashed, back arched against the pain.
Ben whimpered and held up his shaking hands to Volkov. His trembling fingers started to unbutton his shirt. His tremors were so bad that it took him several minutes to get the buttons undone. He’s brother moaned on the floor across from him. Tears tumbled down Ben's cheeks as he let his shirt fall from his shoulders.
“Very good, my little scholar,” Volkov crooned, running a possessive finger across Ben’s shoulders. He walked around and took in the sight of Ben’s ruined back. Volkov sucked in a breath as he ran his fingers over the fading tattoos. “Oh, Malyshka. I am soooo very disappointed in you. I’ll have to make sure we give you some marks you can’t have removed when we get to our new home.”
Ben kept his eyes on the floor in front of him, hands shaking at his side.
Volkov handed him something over his shoulder. Ben took them from him. Nononononononono! Leather cuffs that could be pad locked around his wrists. He knew the feel of their weight all too well.
“Put those on, Little Benjamin. And make sure they’re tight. If I don’t find the tightness satisfactory, Big Brother will pay the price again.” Volkov smiled down at him.
Ben didn’t have the courage to look at his brother anymore. He silently slipped the cuffs around his wrists, obeying his orders. Shame crept across his skin in a red flush from his shoulders up to his hair line. He offered his wrists up to Volkov who gave him an approving smile and slipped the small pad locks in place.
“Stand up, Little Benjamin.”
Ben obeyed, desperate to keep his brother from getting hurt.
“Take off your pajama bottoms, Malyshka.”
Ben whined but moved his hands to waist band. Trembling he gave Volkov one more pleading look, eyebrows knit together.
“Now, kitten, before you make me even more angry,” he said, tauntingly wiggling the remote to Jake’s collar.
Ben pulled down his pajama bottoms, revealing the green plaid boxers he was wearing.
Volkov tsked. “You know I prefer boxer briefs on you. Here I have a pair for you.” Ben squeezed his eyes shut as Dmitri handed him a familiar pair of black boxer briefs. A shiver went through his entire body as his hands touched the hated material.
Not wanting to push Volkov further, Ben looked at the floor and complied, stripping off his underwear. Even Jake could see the humiliation that covered him, the tears falling down his cheeks.
Ben moved to step into his black underwear.
“Wait, Benjamin. Hands at your sides. Let me look at you.”
Volkov, only a few inches taller than Ben at six-foot-five tilted Ben’s chin up to him. Ben couldn’t meet his eyes. He couldn’t.
“Awww. You’re doing so well. You’ve remembered how to be compliant and obedient for me. Such a good boy.” He kissed the tip of Ben’s nose. “You may be able to keep your brother alive after all. This is going to be so much fun, isn’t it?” Volkov looked him over and pushed his floppy hair from his face. “Isn’t it, kitten?”
Ben let out another protesting whine, but nodded, giving Volkov the answer he wanted.
“Perfect.” Volkov stepped back. “Go ahead. Finish up!”
Ben gasps in a breath as Volkov stepped away from him. He pulled up his boxer briefs with shaky hands.
“Such a good boy.” Volkov handed him two more cuffs. “Put these on your ankles.”
Ben knelt on one knee and fastened the strap around his ankle. Volkov handed him the padlock and Ben locked the shackle in place. He switched his position and repeated the process on the other leg before he stood back up.
Volkov smirked and made a spinning motion with his finger. Ben turned, his eyes back to the floor of the plane, and circled, arms out so that Volkov could look at him.
Jake pulled on his restraints, letting out a cry of protest at his brother’s treatment.
“Now Benjamin, let’s show your brother how well trained you are. You remember your place, don’t you?”
Still trembling furiously and knowing what was to come, Ben nodded his head… and sank to his knees in front of Volkov, crossing his wrists behind his back. Ben’s entire body was shaking. He didn’t think he would survive this, not again, but he would have to try and do whatever he could, for as long as he could, to keep his brother safe. Be obedient. Be cooperative. It’s better that way. He’d have to hope that he would have time to teach this to Jake.
Behind him, he could hear Jake start to sob.
Volkov met Jake’s eyes and smiled broadly. He fisted his hands in Ben’s hair and tilted Ben’s head to look back at Jake. “You see how your brother behaves for me? Isn’t he lovely?”
Ben didn’t meet his eyes. He couldn’t. It was too debasing.
Jake pulled on his restraints, growling behind his gag.
“We’ll see how long it takes to train the fight out of you, Junior. Especially when I have little Benjamin as a trained bargaining chip.”
Volkov looked up at Dmitri. “Tell the pilots we’re ready to go.”
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