Just A Bit Ruthless

The first hour was fine.His stomach was full, the room was warm, and he even hatched a plan.

Luke was relieved and a little surprised when Roman chose to punish him in this way.He had thought it would be worse.He was still a little nervous when planning to get caught, but everything went smoothly.Roman took it all.Now that the man was sure of his own strengths and intelligence, he would think he could see through Luke, and it would be easier for Luke to play tricks on him and trick him into letting his guard down.Thinking of this, Luke couldn't help but feel ashamed, but he quickly reminded himself not to be stupid: Roman Demidov was a criminal, and such a person deserved to be cheated.Besides, I'm not planning to kill or anything.He just wanted to save himself from danger.He just wanted to go home, that's all.

The second hour was a little rough, and by the third hour it was worse.His discomfort was getting worse by the minute.My knees were sore from kneeling on the ground for so long, and my arms and shoulders were beginning to ache.

The fourth hour revealed Roman's intentions in choosing such a seemingly mild way of punishment: being forced to maintain this rigid posture made Luke cry out in pain all over his body, his feet had entered a dormant state, and his neck and back It hurts especially badly.Luke had to remind himself: this was all part of the plan.He had to be "punished," and being punished would make the Russian think that he had been submissive—let's just say it.

But as the fifth hour wore on, he was almost overwhelmed.His eyelids were fighting, his bladder was swollen, and he was exhausted. The ribs that were bruised a few days ago were still hurting. In order to resist the strong sleepiness, he was almost fighting with physical strength.

As if mocking him, the clock on the wall ran strangely slowly.Minutes and seconds seem like years.Time passed by like a snail, and he couldn't help wondering if the clock had stopped.In order to keep himself awake, Luke had to imagine a thousand and one tricks to kill Roman.That bastard is probably lying on a comfortable soft bed right now, sleeping like a baby, unable to wake up even if the sky falls.Luke was losing all feeling in his extremities.

At six o'clock in the morning, he could vaguely feel tears streaming down his cheeks.There was pain everywhere in his body, he just wanted to curl up into a ball and pass out.

As a pair of strong hands held his shoulders and pulled him up, he realized that there was someone else beside him.Luke's legs were numb.He couldn't walk, his feet hadn't woken up from the dormant state, and his whole body was in pain.He buried his face in the man's broad shoulders and began to cry.

"Hush—" said a soft, deep voice, running long fingers through his hair. "You did very well."

A part of Luke's mind was still screaming in the sleep-deprived groggy state of his mind: Don't cling to that bastard like a baby, he's the one who started it all.But that voice was too far away, too powerless.It was nice clinging like that—the hands felt so good—and he was beyond tired.

He sobbed against Roman's shoulder, letting the man pick him up and take him to the bathroom.After entering, Roman put him on the edge of the toilet and stood him up. While letting Luke lean back against him, he unbuttoned the front crotch of Luke's pants and said, "You can pee now."

At any other time, Luke would have let him roll as far as he could.However, he was too tired, sleep-deprived, and aching all over.He should feel embarrassed in such a situation where he can't control himself physically and emotionally, but he has long since ignored embarrassment.

"If I walk away, you'll fall to the ground." Roman said dryly, a little impatiently.

He can actually fall.

Luke quietly took out his dick with numb, clumsy fingers.He originally planned to do as the other party ordered, but with Roman's broad chest pressed against his back and his hands on his crotch, he couldn't relax.Plus his bladder was so swollen—so full he couldn't pee.

"I can't," Luke whispered, trying to stop crying again.He was so tired, so tired, he wanted to... God, he wanted to close his eyes and let others play with him.

"You can do it, pee," Roman said. "I don't want to see you stain your clothes and stink up my room."

This is his room?

Before he could ask for confirmation, Roman waved his hand away, grabbed Luke's penis himself, and said, "Relax and pee. I have important things to do, so I don't have time to change your diaper."

Luke stared dazedly at the two of them in the mirror: he looked like a fragile doll in Roman's arms.Roman held his cock in one hand, and moved his other hand to his stomach and began to massage in circular motions.There's something unsettling about the man's movements: it feels too routine, as if... as if Luke is just one of his possessions.

Still, it worked.As the bladder finally gave up, Luke almost groaned uncomfortably.

Roman gave him a shudder before stuffing it back into his pants, and the whole thing felt especially surreal.Once again, Luke's weary brain noticed how weird Roman's domineering routine felt, as if he was doing all this perfectly normal, as if Luke was just his property and he was doing it. Routine maintenance.He should have been angry about it, but anger was hard work, and he had run out of energy.His body was already in a dying state, and he had been hungry for several days, which made him weak, and the lack of sleep made his thinking extremely sluggish.

"Go to bed," Roman said, lifting him up against himself with one arm and moving him back into the bedroom with ease.He threw Luke on the mattress and said, "Your clothes stink."

Luke winked at him feebly. "It doesn't stink," he muttered. "Your gorillas won't let me do my laundry. I don't have anything else to change."

Roman pursed his lips.In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

When he was shaken awake, Luke's eyelids had already closed.Reluctantly, he turned over and lay down on the bed, holding a soft and comfortable pillow in his arms.

"Change your clothes before going to sleep," said a familiar and hateful voice. "You stink."

"Hmm," Luke muttered into the pillow.

He heard someone swearing in Russian, but with half his brain shut down, he couldn't make sense of it.

"Blya, etomnechtolinado," Roman said exasperatedly, and he pulled Luke up to sit up and undressed him in two or two strokes.Luke didn't open his eyes, only vaguely aware of being wrapped in something long and soft.It still smells good.

Note ①: Russian: Fuck, I will really find something for me.

He just fell face down and fell back on the bed, but then, a big gentle hand stroked his hair. "Go to sleep."

"Hmm," Luke continued to mutter, before hugging his pillow and falling into a deep, restful sleep.