Words spoken in between {   } are in Russian.

Another remake from my old page,  I swear this shit makes me mad, cause I feel like rewriting the old stories, causes them to lose their magic. Yet I'm going to try my best, you guys... the ones who read the original, let me know if it holds up, hell perhaps it'll be better. Old lurkers let me know. New readers allow me to introduce Malachi and Dimitri.

This shot may become a story in the future, it may also become Mpreg. This shot in Non-con and involves some sadism, it's full of vulgarity and sexual themes. As it may be triggering, read only if you're mature enough.
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POV
Malachi

Lust... It's such a strong emotion, it makes people do crazy shit. I know all there is to know about lust, I know all about the crazy shit it makes you do. My lust was focused only on one man Dimitri Ivanov, the son of Russian mob boss Igor Ivanov. Our fathers are both leaders of two notorious crime families, Ivanov's and Manchester's.

My family is of German ancestry, but before my grandpa started the business, my family was no more than common white trash. But he started moving drugs, and then drugs and guns, then drugs, guns, and people. Thirty years later my family is one of the richest in America, the crazy thing is everyone including the government knows how we got the money, but with over a thousand companies nationwide our money is untouchable.

Enough with the history lesson, this story is about my lust and the crazy thing it led me to do. As I said Dimitri's father and mine are both in the same business, they are allies, were before Dimitri or I were even born, so we grew up knowing each other, whenever are fathers had business we were forced to attend under the guise of family vacations.

I always thought Dimitri was fuckin hot, and that thick accent of his only added to my obsession. He barely ever acknowledged me, but we had some hot moments when we were in our early teens. So I plotted, I planned and now my scheming is finally showing some benefit. I'd went behind my father's back and hired some Russian mercenaries, I didn't hire them to kill Dimitri, but to kidnap him.

It seemed almost impossible for them to get him, but my pet made a mistake, he came to America, left the safety of his mother country, left his father's back pocket. My men weren't able to make it clean. They killed all his men as soon as they landed his private jet in his father's private airstrip. Knocked Dimitri out and they were on their way to me. I was in the process of finishing up our playroom, a nice spacious basement, that I had completely redone for what I had in mind.

I call it the red room, a room filled with sex swings, sex chairs, and sex tables. A room with an endless amount of sex toys and lubes.

I was just finishing up when one the guys told me they'd arrived, I finished setting up some toys just as the door opened and one of my guys brought Dimitri in, well more like dragged him in. He was blindfolded and I had to fight hard to keep my excitement induced erection from showing.

"Lay him on the table," I commanded, the two brawny guys heaved his muscular form onto the red metal table, and then they just stood there, their eyes looking around the room. I could sense judgment. "I paid you already, get the fuck outta here." I spat, following them to the door and slamming it shut.

I bolted the door and walked over to the table, I used the thick red restraints to secure my pet to the table, and when he was firmly in place I lifted the table into the standing position. His ass fit perfectly in the hole in the back of the table. His entire spine was exposed, cradled by leather-covered metal. I designed it specifically for him, his spine is more prominent than most, and it's sensitive to soft touches.

We only ever went so far, always clothes on, barely decent dry humps.

I sat down in the chair I placed in front of him and waited for the tranquilizer to wear off.

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Thirty minutes later Dimitri started to groan, he groggily started to wake up.
"W-where am I?" He asked, that accent of his so dreamy. "Safe," I said, before getting up from the chair that I'd positioned in front of him. "W-who are you?" He asked, and I giggled. I ran my fingers over his T-shirt covered chest as  I walked behind him.

I removed the blindfold and ran one of my fingers down the length of his spine. Then I slowly walked around to face him, his face frowned and a hard scowl emerged on his otherwise handsome face.

He was gorgeous, I hadn't seen him face to face in over two years, and now at twenty-seven, he was a full-grown man. Wide broad shoulders and a chest to match, silky brown hair and thick stubble. His eyes were so dark they were practically black, and surrounded by thick dark eyelashes.

His lips were a pale pink and I wanted to feel them against my own. "Stop Malachi!" He yelled, and I flinched, then realized I was reaching out to touch him.

"What will you do with me? Torture me? Blackmail?" He asked. I laughed which made him frown harder. "I'm not gonna hurt you, at least not too bad, I brought you here to play," I said, and his eyes narrowed. I walked over to another metal table, one that was covered in instruments. I ran my hands over all the silver instruments, then I started to strip. "Stop!" He shouted and I giggled again.

"No, I've wanted you for years, and now I have you. Only four people know you're here, and I'm not letting you go until I've had your seed in and all over my body." I said. "Disgusting faggot." He snapped, and I smiled picking up a pair of scissors and walking half-naked back in front of him.

I ran the scissors across his face and then down his chest, stopping the sharp weapon, at the small hairs beneath his exposed belly button. "Please, you can pretend all you want that you never thought about me... fucking me. But before the night is through, you are gonna be begging me to drain your balls." I said, cutting away his shirt.

His body was impeccable, hard muscle from years of doing endless workouts. Trained in all sorts of martial arts, a killer stood before me, at my mercy.

The fucking power running through me at that moment, I was rock hard. "You're dead." He growled, and I giggled cutting away his pants and underwear, ignoring his struggling. He was completely exposed, I took a moment to remove my sweats, stroking my already drooling cock.

"Malachi... Don't." He said, as I walked in front of him, and licked my lips looking down at his chubby. "Stop talking Mitri, I need this," I whined, then dropped to my knees in front of him. I watched as he pulled against the restraints, he wasn't getting free. I reached a shaking hand out and cupped his huge nuts.

I could hear my heart drumming in my chest, the blood pulsing in my ears. Some darkness in me took over, maybe it was like subspace, but I'm not sure, I certainly wasn't submissive, but whatever this feeling was it was intense. At that moment so many thoughts, horrible thoughts, dark thoughts went through my mind. I finally had him, completely, unquestionably, verifiably... He was mine, and I could do whatever I wanted.

With that thought I pressed my face firmly into his crotch, inhaling his scent. I groaned a low and desperately needy sound. It oozed from within me. When I was sure his smell of leather and something fruity, with his own scent mixed in, was all over my face I pulled away. {Stop stupid fucking American} Dimitri said, and I ignored him.

Using my tongue I lifted the head of his package. Then I slowly slid my mouth over his shaft. Impeccably he didn't make a move or a sound, not even a slight twitch. That didn't matter though, this was my moment, I was drooling precum and I wasn't gonna let him ruin my moment.

So I hollowed my cheeks and started my rhythm, slow and steady, this wasn't about getting him off, I wanted him to feel what I felt for years. A burning desire, he needed to know my ache.

Within two minutes he was at full mast, but still, he wouldn't break, I didn't need him to, not yet at least. I sped up the rhythm, swirling my tongue while bobbing up and down.

With a wet pop I pulled off fast and sharp,  and his abs flexed, he pulled in slightly, his thighs trembled. I pulled away with a giggle, then stood up and faced him. "I'm good right, don't worry I'm not done, but I've wanted to play with a certain toy for a while, but I didn't have anyone to use it on... Now I have you... Sexy pet." I said, kissing his nipples, running my tongue over the bud before walking away.

I walked behind him to a cart he couldn't see, then I wheeled it back in front of him. His eyes traced over the cart, on it sat an E-stim of my own creation. "Have you ever played with electricity?" I asked. "I'm going to kill you." He responded. I giggled and grabbed his hardness. I jacked it back to its full hard length, using lube to coat his cock.

Then I slipped one of the cock rings down to the base of his shaft, another one around the middle, another one around the head. The last one chocked his balls, I connected the rings to the wires that streamed from the power supply. I picked up the lube and the remote used for the power supply, then I went and sat down.

"I'm gonna enjoy this." I told him, "Fuck you faggot." Came his accent driven reply. I giggled again and turned on the power supply. A low and faint electric hum filled the room. Dimitri's abs flexed and tightened, his face contorted but he didn't make a sound. "Just enjoy that," I said, squirting a huge amount of lube onto my cock, before slowing stroking myself.

My eyes closed as I felt the pleasure my hand was bringing me, I was in ecstasy. When I finally slowed down I was on the edge, panting, and my eyes were locked on Dimitri who was watching me. "You're s-so strong," I said, getting up and walking over to the cart, I grabbed my favorite dildo and walked back over to the chair. I loved the feel of his eyes on me. He watched as I lubed my hand and worked a few fingers into my hole, using copious amounts of lube.

When I was open, I slid my dildo deep inside me, I slowly pulled it out, then slammed it back in. "Mitri!" I screamed, using the toy to work my hole. "Fuck me, Dimitri." I cried, pounding my hole with the ten-inch toy. I slammed it inside and left it there, Dimitri's eyes were on me. "More juice?" I asked, not waiting for his answer before turning the three setting power supply up another notch.

"Ahh- sss." He hissed as the electricity coursed throughout his cock and balls. I watched as his face kept contorting, a pool of his pre-fuck juice on the floor. With the dildo buried in my ass, I bent down and slurped up the puddle. It was salty, yet I fuckin loved it. "D-disgusting." He said, "Delicious." I moaned back, before getting up and turning the power up to three, its highest level.

He tried to arch off the table, but the straps held. The dildo had a suction base, so I slammed down on the floor. It held up, and I started riding while watching Dimitri's jumping, drooling cock. He started to openly grunt, softly growl and pant. He was watching me again, his eyes were glued to me and my actions. I rode the toy for thirty minutes straight, edging my cock for the entire time. When I was panting and my brown hair was clinging my sweaty forehead, I looked up at him. "A-are you re-ready to fuck me?" I asked, barely catching my breath.

He said nothing, and that pissed me off, I stood up and slapped him. It was hard, his headshot to one side, before shooting back to me. "When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer. You're starting to hurt my feelings." I said. "I want to squeeze your throat until it's crushed." He said, in a growling voice. "Well you can't, but I can do whatever I want to you, and I want to taste you again," I said standing up, I walked over to the power supply, watching him, allowing him to think I was going to shut it off. At the last minute I walked behind him, I reached down pulling a handle, which caused the table to flip upside down. He grunted from a quick fear-induced adrenaline boost and again I giggled.

"You've always had the perfect ass," I said, climbing on the back of the table where thanks to a hole in the table his ass was exposed, as well as his prominent spine. "I've wanted to tongue this ass since I was sixteen years old," I said slapping the globe of muscle until the skin was a cherry red. I spread the cheeks and whistled at the sight of his slightly hairy hole, without thought I plunged my tongue straight inside, I had to force my wet muscle pass his tight ring. He made a sound of annoyance and I slapped his cheeks again. {Die disgusting faggot} He growled, but I continued my meal.

After twenty minutes of slurping, kissing and licking his hole, he was finally making sounds of pleasure, soft pants, super quiet whimpers. "Are you ready to fuck me, daddy?" I asked, running my tongue slowly and gently up his exposed spinal cord. He grunted and I climbed off the table, pulling it back to a standing position, and looking him in the face.

His eyes were heavy, as was his breathing, looking down I spotted a huge puddle of cum. "You came and I missed it. That's so selfish pet." I said, moving a sweaty piece of hair out of his eyes, noticing he didn't pull away from my touch. "Look at me Dimitri," I said, reaching over and turning off the power supply. His head lifted slowly, hanging to one side, his dark brown eyes meeting mine.

"I've loved you since we first met, you and I. The stuff we did as kids, it couldn't have just been experiments. They weren't for me." I said, before removing two of the cock rings, the ones at the tip and the middle of his shaft, living the ones at the base and his balls.

I went down and started kissing his tortured cock, I put it back in my mouth, reaching beneath me finally pulling out the dildo and throwing it. I made love to his cock with my mouth, and he grunted, I swear I heard a moan. "If you're going to fuck me... fuck me." He said, and I smiled with a mouth full of his shaft.

I slurped off of his cock, and stood, grabbing a handful of his cum from the floor to use as lube. I dropped the table back and climbed up,  I used his cum to lube his stiff cock.

I was still loose so it wasn't hard for me to squat down. He slipped inside and we both moaned in appreciation. I didn't hesitate to start rising and slapping back down, his cum was perfect lube. It felt so good my toes locked in the curl position. I rode him watching as his face contorted. {Fuck}
He groaned, and I kissed him. All his noises stopped, and I opened my eyes to see his blown wide. I was scared until I remembered he was powerless, with that I went back to kissing him. I could feel the pressure rising in my groin.

"Mitri, I ca-can't hold on... Please cum w-with me!" I shouted, slamming down harder and lifting up faster, my cock jumped as his cock exploded inside me. My sweaty forehead fell against his chest as I continued milking his cock. "That w-was everything I always dreamed of." I sighed, too weak to move. "Wh-when I'm free, I'm still g-going to kill you." Dimitri panted. "We'll see my pet." I said, before turning my head, placing my ear above his heart, and letting myself drift off.
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