Russian Trade chapter 4, Oh damn, that underwear

Hi everyone. I'm sorry I've been such a big scumbag again and left my stories rest. It started out as a writer's blok, but now it feels like I've upgraded my writing once again! I thought of this chapter as something very difficult to write. But don't worry, I've written the end of this story. Sorry again for being a douche. Here ya all go, cause ya all deserve it! (Ohoho, such devoted followers! At least this one is more popular than my fictionpress stories.) :-D

Ivan came with a deep moan, clenching his fingers into Matthew's hair. Matthew grimaced as the bitter taste of cum invaded Matthew's mouth. The salty taste made him want to spit it out, but the big man towering over him gave him a look that seriously made him doubt.

"Open up your mouth and show me. Do not swallow it just yet." Ivan dragged the last word out mockingly as he eyed the blonde man on his knees. The Canadian parted his lips weakly and stuck out his semen coated tongue. "Such a good boy," Ivan praised warmly, stroking his golden hair. "You look so pretty like this, Matvey. Makes me want to go for another round. But I wouldn't, it would make you felt spent, like a cheap whore. God knows we don't let those in here."

Ivan tucked himself inside his pants and realized one detail he'd missed. His gun didn't rest in his hand anymore. It laid in shaking Matthew's pale hand. "The gun," he said and reached out his hand to get it. "I suggest you give it to me. Now." Matthew shook his is head weakly. He looked like he might give it back, then kissing the toes of his captor.

''No,'' the Canadian protested. 'I can't give in once more.' ''I was not made to always obey.'' The Russian giggled slightly at his guest. Matthew's confused purple eyes met the taller man's eyes. 'Why's he so happy? I don't understand.'

''You really are naive, my love. One phone call and your beloved brother could be taken out of school. Maybe I'll hire a madman like myself to shoot him in the back of his head. If there is anyone like me.''

''What?!'' the blonde man screeched with a mix of anger and terror in his voice. ''Have you no heart!? I give you your damn gun, and you leave him be!''
Matthew handed his captor the gun before retreating to the corner by his bed to sulk and to think up plans to escape. Ivan turned in the doorway.

''I'll bring a doctor over after dinner to get that bullet out of your shoulder. I guess it can be dangerous to have it stay there much longer.'' he then left, locking the door. 'If *he* isn't the dinner. One could never know what's going on inside of their heads,' Matthew whispered to himself.

Later on:

The doctor seemed old and scared. His hands shook over every damn thing he did.

''Lie down in the bed, my boy.'' he pointed to the bed with a shaking claw. It sounded dirty, but an old man couldn't do much damage, could he? 'There is no way in hell I'll let him infect any wound of mine if he fails,' the blond man thought furiously, but lied down anyway after hesitating a bit.

''You there.'' the doc pointed at Ivan. ''Restrain him so he cannot escape, because this will hurt a lot. I forgot to bring my anesthetics today. Every day I forget something or two, you see. The importance of the items I forget can vary from safe to life threatening sometimes. Best to make it feel like I didn't forget them. Sit on his back and do not forget to hold his arms down by his shoulders.''

The Russian mob boss climbed on top of the wounded man, pinning down his arms after making himself comfortable. Matthew did not feel at ease- his ribcage was being crushed against the unforgiving mattress.

The doctor had his vulnerable back to them as he plucked out his items. A scalpel, bandages, some small anti-infection bottle and a rag. He lied them down on the nightstand as they weren't in use. One cut there, one cut here and the bullet was quickly out after some pained grunts and embarrassing moans. He let Matthew sit in the bed as he wrapped bandage over the shoulder and his torso.

The doctor smiled with glee as he took in the sight of another patient of his. ''Well… I guess that's it, then. See ya all crazy mobsters later, just don't gun me down first!'' the doctor gathered the rag, bandages and the anti-infection bottle, dropping the items into his bag before he left the room. What he hadn't noticed was how innocently his trusty, if not rusty scalpel lied on the nightstand as he left the room.

Matthew stood up and stretched his arms as much as he could with the bandages on.
"I guess I'll just go-" his body was pulled back onto the bed as Ivan pulled him in. His warm, big and strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist, closing the space between their flesh, bones and pounding hearts.
"I'm very happy you exist," the Russian man whispered. Matthew felt a weak flutter in his chest. "But I see one flaw. Where is the marking I put on everybody I hold dear? I don't see it."

Matthew looked innocently up at his captor, not understanding what this marking could be.
"What kind of marking?" Ivan smiled with glee as he thought about it.
"A marking that is carved deep in your flesh. I think it would look very nice if you got a scar with the letters I.B. Everybody would know who that is."

The Canadian tried to get out of the sticky situation with a gentle:
"I would rather not have one even if you care very much for me." as he tried to wriggle his body out of Ivan's tight hold, resulting in the opposite. Ivan laughed as he tightened the grip.
"It's sweet of you to try to be polite. I'm very sorry dear, but you have little choice here but to obey to what I tell you to do. I wish to carve a sunflower next to I.B. into your right inner thigh. I can see it in my mind."

Matthew's breathing came out quick as he felt panic crash into him. He pushed against Ivan's arms and kicked with his feet, but he had no chance against the brute that most probably have fought bears before. He breathed out and slumped against Ivan's body in defeat. "Have you given up now?" the man behind him asked.
"I guess so." Ivan smiled widely as he took Matthew's hand and led him to the bathroom.
"Come! "

Ivan took hold of Matthew's hips and lifted him up to sit by the sink. He spread the young mans legs, much to his embarrassment. Ivan pulled his knee long pants down, leaving his captive in only his underwear patterned with yellow fishes. "that underwear needs to go." as his hand rested on the waistband of Matthew's boxers, the owner gave a battle cry and grabbed the pestering hand to lead it stray from its original intentions.

"Don't touch what ain't yours!" the Canadian threatened.

Ivan chuckled. He overpowered the other man with ease and held both his hands in one hand as he slipped off Matthew's underwear, making him all red on the face.

"Who's strong and mighty now? I see you enjoy your position, what a pervert you are. I'm beginning to think you're not as innocent as I thought." Ivan fetched a rope and the scalpel the doctor had forgotten and tied his captive's hands together before leaning in to carve whatever he thought was necessary.

"Don't look!" Matthew said, ready to burst from the exposing angle he sat in.

"I do whatever I want." Matthew winced at the pain as the scalpel was dragged along his sensitive skin. Something he realized soon was that he got turned on by this activity. 'Shit. Think about old grandmas.' he thought.

''This isn't as sharp as it should be, but it'll do. I will cut even deeper if you dare scream. Just clench your teeth together.''

A/N

I'm honestly worried about how Ivan goes from batshit insane to approved friendly family man (and vice versa). Hahahaha! :-D

- MobileWriter will try to be quick this time.