TASK

 (Ivan’s POV)

A surprised, strangled gasp falls out from his lips. He glanced at us, afraid again. I could see the battle in his eyes, against his own body’s desire.

“I…”

To be ours, Ace had to learn some things.

First, we wouldn't hurt what was ours for speaking up. In fact I wanted him to speak up so I knew when he was enjoying something and when it hurt too much. Because I liked doing a lot of things to my toys; bending them, tying them up, cutting them and he needed to be able to tell me if he was bleeding out.

“Is this going to become a habit, Pet?” Nicolai asked, thinking what I was thinking, “not answering when you're asked a question?”

“No sir,” he whimpered.

Me next…

An image of us taking turns with him, one after the other popped into my mind and my hands fisted at my side. I took a deep breath but my voice still came out hoarse when I repeated myself. “I said, do you want your cock sucked?”

He swallowed, looking like he scarcely believed what he was going to say next, “Yes. Please.”

I nodded, a smirk pulling my lips up. 

Second lesson of the day; it didn’t matter what he wanted if we didn't approve it. Ace was going to learn that we were his gods and his devils.

I nodded to Nickolai and we both took our position on either side of him. We stood slightly behind his line of sight until all he could see were our hands and shoes. I knew it would kick up the pace of his heart again.

“What do you think, brother?” I asked, “Does he deserve it? Does he deserve my mouth?”

My hands snaked down to grasp his throat, and I could feel him swallow as I gripped. He was sweating beneath my fingers, shaking too but his erection still hadn't gone down, poking out of his trousers, determined to be paid attention to.

Ace liked it. Underneath his palpable fear, his heavy shame and maybe even a pinch of aversion he felt towards us, he liked what we were doing to him; the teasing, the games.

He would learn to let those silly emotions go very soon, we’d pull them out of him slowly, pleasurably, and maybe sometimes, painfully.

I couldn’t fucking wait.

“No,” Nickolai answered, looking down at him. “We don't know how good he can be, how well he listens. He has tried to run away from us before.”

Ace whimpers at that again, beginning to cry again. 

Poor, poor boy. He must be strung so taut. He’d had an eventful day, from his fearing for his life, to the uncertain situation he and his cock had found themselves in.

"You hear that, little Bird,” I prodded. “Nickolai doesn’t think you deserve it.”

I couldn’t resist anymore. I leaned down, grabbing his jaw to tug his head up, and ran my tongue over his cheek. 

I groaned. I tasted his tears and I could almost taste the horny, afraid concoction in his skin. I moved to his lips, wanting a taste badly.

Fuck.

Ace let me work him like a doll, nipping the plump flesh of his lip as he made those little sounds in his throat.

Biting down as I pulled away, he winced. I didn’t want to, not yet  but I wanted to see my handiwork. I knew they'd be a bright shade of red, matching his face, and I wasn't disappointed.

He was like a fucking painting with the light fell on him, teary-eyed, bright red. Would his ass be that exact shade of red when I spanked him?

“Well I tried,” I shrugged, patting his cheek twice. “Except…”

I pushed Ace's face to the other side, up to Nickolai.

If he looked a little lower he would have seen hard-on Nicolai had. I knew he would like this. He liked balancing his pleasure on the edge, keeping himself there for as long as he could, the control freak. A lot of the time he liked to watch at first before joining the fun.

“Except he has mercy on you, if he tells me to use my hands.”

Ace swallowed, and I could almost imagine his eyes blown wide looking at my brother with the way he was looking down at him. Oh, he would not have to ask long.

“Pl… please sir,” Ace started, sniffing. Everything he begged, the words got soaked even more in that pitiful mixture of need and resentment. “Please, I want— need… some help.”

But the little Bird was stuttering less already. I wondered just how kinky he was, what I could coax out of him. I licked my lips.

“And you’ll be good?” He muttered, hands sliding into Ace’s hair.

“Yes,” Ace whimpered, and I could hear the self-loathing dripping from the word.

Nickolai tilted his head, his face darkening and I wondered what thoughts were running rampant in his head. “I'll consider it,” he dangles, “if you do something for him first.”

My brows quirks up over Ace's head. What was he up to?

Nickolai leaned down, and with the knife in his boot, cut the ropes around Ace's wrist in a flash. Ace gasped as they fell at his feet.

He lifted his hands tentatively, and looked back up at Nickolai. “Take his cock out of his pants.”

Oh fuck yes. I would buy Nickolai another fucking car, one of those hefty ones that he liked.

Ace hesitated for a moment then turned to me. Trembling, tears in his eyes, he reached out for my zipper, tugging it down.