Unsuspected Encounter (Zakhar and Evgeni)

His teeth bared up at the man with another low snarl, trying to jerk his head away from the painful grip.

"I don't take your orders."

He spat up at him again, a globule of saliva sticking to the man's cheek.

"You better start."

He bought a hand down on the man's bared backside mercilessly. The impact left a clearly defined handprint on the man's skin and set an almost painful strong in the skin of his own hand.

He fisted and unfurled his hand slowly as the sharp stinging began to fade.

"Do not spit at me."

He let out a screeching yelp, body jerking hard enough to hurt his wrists and ankles on the metal bindings.

Evgeni collapsed back onto the floor with a dry sob, squirming a little from the pain.

"Shibanyak!" he snarled up at Zakhar, lip curling back over his teeth.


(translation: "Motherfucker!")

Zakhar gripped the stinging flesh in an unforgiving grasp, squeezing the flesh before letting it go again.

"Do not spit at me."

If the man obeyed, he wouldn't get any more of those slaps.

If he carried on... That was another story.

He let out an uncomfortable whimper, squirming against the man's hand as it squeezed his burning skin.

But giving in now would be giving into Zakhar's mastery over him, and he wouldn't allow that. He would keep protesting.

"I'll do what I want."

He spat up at him again.

Another loud slap sounded. This one was harder than before. Much harder.

He wasn't in a forgiving mood any more.

"Do. Not. Spit. At. Me." Each word was punctuated with a sharp, unforgiving slap. What would it take to get Evgeni to obey such simple orders?

His body jolted and writhed against his bonds, as the man's hand came down on his skin over and over, and he barely even registered he was crying out because of the pain.

Not only were the slaps themselves agonising, but the jolting against his bonds had caused the metal to cut into his wrists, and he could feel blood bubbling onto the surface of his skin under the metal.

Tears pricked his eyes.

"Do you understand, Evgeni?"

He felt no sympathy towards the man for his tears.

He had bought this on himself by disobeying his orders. This was a punishment that the older man deserved.

He remained mute, biting down on his lip.

Although he wouldn't disobey, he wouldn't admit that he had done wrong.

His eyes screwed closed as he ignored the man's presence, trying to take his mind off the searing pain of his skin.

He slapped the man's thigh.

"When I ask a question, I expect an answer."

Zakhar glared down at the man for a moment. His stubborn streak was getting tiring. "Do you understand?"

Evgeni yelped again, the noise quickly turning into a quiet whimper. He let out a sigh of resignation, wilting back onto the floor.

His head turned to the side as he tried to avoid looking Zakhar in the eyes.

"Yes."

He muttered, cheeks burning in indignation.

"Yes, Sir," he corrected.

He'd beat obedience into the man and he'd do it thoroughly.

Zakhar would make a good Slave out of Evgeni eventually. But first he needed to teach him the basics; obeying orders, calling him by a respectful title.

Evgeni shot a deadly glare up at the man, remaining silent.

He had learnt his lesson the time that Zakhar had forced him to call him "Master" and then held it against him.

Never again would he address him in that way.

His hand came down on the older Lycan's other thigh sharply.

"Yes, Sir," he corrected.

He'd teach the man to play his game and he'd teach him well. Evgeni would be a good Slave when he was done with him.

Evgeni hissed at the pain, jaw gritting at the pain. But continued to remain silent.

He had had an awful lot more painful experiences in his lifetime than this, and if Zakhar thought that he could get him to surrender just from hitting him, he would be slapping until his arm broke.

Zakhar would have to try another approach if he wanted success.

Zakhar sighed and arched a brow as he leaned over to stare at Evgeni face to face.

"I am getting tired of your stubbornness, Evgeni." His eyes narrowed a little. "Disciplining you isn't working like it usually does on my Slaves. Perhaps I should do something more?"

One hand slid down the man's thigh, two fingers pushing into him without warning or preparation.

He stared the man in the face challengingly, a smirk curling his lips. So, he had lasted longer than most, had he? He was pretty proud of that.

"That would be because I'm not one of your slaves."

His words mingled with a sharp cry as the man's fingers pushed inside him, attempting to squirm away.

A snarl ripped from the back of his throat, eyes flashing as menacingly as he could manage from this position.

"Take. Them. Out. Now."

"You are a Slave. Just not a well trained one."

His lips curled upwards as his fingers began to thrust into the man.

If spanking wasn't working, he'd try something else.

"What would happen if someone walked in here now, I wonder... They'd see you tied up at my total mercy. I wonder if seeing you like this would turn them on. It's turning me on. I love seeing people whimper and writhe uselessly under me."

A pained cry spilled from his lips as the fingers started to move inside him, biting down sharply on his lip as he tried in vain to twist away.

His eyes scrunched tightly closed, trying to block out the man's words as he tried to think of other things than the taunting words and the pain.

He drew in a shaky breath, muscles twitching as the words finally started to get to him, twisting on the cold stone floor.

"Maybe they'll sit and watch. Jerk off to me fucking you like this."

His lips curled upwards into a dark grin. "You'll be the little porn start of the coven. Everyone will know you because you were the one tied up and fucked."

Zakhar gave a soft chuckle. "They'll remember it for years to come. Evgeni: the man that got fucked for everyone to see. You'll be famous in the coven. Just not for the right reasons."

His eyes screwed up tightly, a quiet whimper slipping from his lips at the images and the humiliation... he hated being talked to like this, and yet... his body was responding positively.

"Shut up." he growled, breaking his resolve to stay silent.

This really got to him, and he hated showing how much it was so. And being bound and open like this... there was no way to hide it.

Zakhar grinned widely.

"Dirty little whore, you like being humiliated, don't you? It turns you on thinking about people watching you. You're an exhibitionist," he crooned.

His fingers began scissoring inside the man as he chuckled lowly.

"I have a little exhibitionist for a Slave. Perhaps I'll fulfil your fantasies and drag you out wearing nothing to service me in the middle of the mansion where everyone can see."

The thought went straight through him. A shudder rippled through his body, jaw clenching tightly.

"I'm not-" he started in a growl, his words cut off by a soft moan of pain, tinged with pleasure as the fingers began to scissor inside him.

His back arched upwards with a whimper as Zakhar began to talk again, legs trying to squeeze together despite his bonds, in an attempt to hide how much these words affected him.

"Dirty little whore, so turned on by the thought of doing it with people watching."

The tips of the fingers of his free hand moved to brush over the head of the man's arousal in a feather light touch as his fingers scissored inside of him.

"Perhaps I should collar you up and take you down there now," he purred.

He hadn't yet gotten the collar from Tyrael, but there were many collars that he could use for now dotted around the dungeon.

He inhaled sharply as the man's fingers brushed over the head of his arousal, hips jerking impatiently.

His head fell back onto the stone slabs as his breathing started to speed up, hitching in his throat.

As Zakhar's words sank in, his eyes shot open with a panicked growl, body tensing suddenly.

"No."