Chapter 0 - 50g

Ike strode briskly through the corridors of the ship. Any crewmen or mercenary he encountered was quick to move to the side and allow the commander to pass uninterrupted. The look of mixed exasperation and concern clearly visible on his face indicated to them that now was not a good time.
           
Ike opened door after door, strode down hallway after hallway, but still he could find no trace of the elusive thief. He was just about to call off his search when a gust of wind caught his attention. He was in the middle of the ship; on the bottom level in the storeroom, no less. There is no way there is a draft in here. Ike didn’t have time to ponder the breeze, though. Almost immediately afterwards, the only door in and out of the armory slammed shut behind him.
           
Ike spun around, but there was no one there; just the mercenaries’ supplies and a large, solidly locked door.  “…Volke?” Ike asked into the seemingly empty room. His voice revealed his trepidation.
           
“Right here.” Came the brusque reply from somewhere behind him. Ike spun around to see the master thief leaning casually against one of the weapon racks as if he had been there the whole time. Volke had the same smug grin on his face as he always did; a grin that seemed to say, “I know what’s really going on here, and you don’t.”
           
It was no secret that Volke knew more about anyone than they did about themselves. That was his business after all. He dealt in secrets. For all of his ferocity on the field of battle, what really made him dangerous was his knowledge of everything that made someone tick and what could stop them dead in their tracks.
           
Ike was momentarily unnerved by that cocky grin and the thief’s cold, merciless brown eyes, but he steeled his resolve and managed to muster up enough courage to chew out his shady employee. “Where have you been? You disappeared the moment we got on this ship!” Ike hoped he sounded more forceful and in command than he felt.
           
Volke just continued to lean casually back as he kept his eyes locked on Ike’s soulful blue eyes. Volke could see the uncertainty in Ike’s eyes; an uncertainty that Ike was trying desperately to mask. Volke tilted his head a bit, the subtle change in his demeanor made his once smug expression take on a much more condescending manner. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there when you need me.”
           
Ike was flustered by this response, but tried not to let it show. Even Shinon, who was openly antagonistic of everything Ike tried to do, did not fluster him near as much as the tall, thin, brown haired, man of mystery that was so disrespectfully standing before him. “It’s not me; it’s my sister. You’ve never once shown up for a meal, and she thinks you’re dying of hunger.”
           
Volke chuckled a bit at this. It was a dark laughter that sent chills down Ike’s spine. “Did we ever eat together when we are on land?” Volke asked; smug condescension dripping from his words.
          
Ike was getting very annoyed by this man now but tried to keep his cool, lest he say or do something that he’d regret. “All right. Listen. Land? Big. Ship? Small. It’s not the same thing. I don’t want Mist roaming the ship with a plate of food anymore. Eat one meal a day with us.”
           
Volke was genuinely amused by Ike’s little outburst, but he maintained the same smug look as before. It was so rare that anyone had the nerve to sass him. Volke was impressed. “One hundred gold.” Was all he said in reply.
           
Ike was taken aback. Was he really being charged to make someone else eat food? The nerve of this guy! “You’re going to charge me? To make you eat? And that’s more than you charge to pick a lock! Why?”
           
Volke stuck his hands in his coat pocket and began walking towards the door. “I don’t like large groups. Bye. Call me if you decide it’s worth it.”

As Volke walked past Ike, his demeanor changed a bit though. He put a hand on Ike’s shoulder. Volke whispered something to Ike. His voice was smooth and dark in such a way that sent chills down Ike’s spine, but his voice wasn’t sinister this time. If anything it was… seductive? “Or maybe there is some other reason you are looking for me?”

This man was always able to get Ike flustered, and this time was no exception. There was something different this time, though. Ike wasn’t so much bothered by Volke’s comment so much as he was… aroused? That would appear to be the case. Ike’s face felt warm and flush and he could feel a stirring down below. “What do you mean?” Ike inquired hesitantly.
“I make it my business to study ally and foe alike. You never know which will be which by the end of the day. You’re an interesting case, though. You appear to be a brave and noble leader to all you serve with and a ruthless and skilled warrior to those you fight against, but I have seen otherwise.” Ike gulped in fear as the mysterious man before him continued to speak. He did not like where this was going.

Volke sensed Ike’s anxiety and stepped up his advance. “I see a boy; a boy barely old enough to lift a sword, let alone lead an army. I see a pup who is not ready for the mantle of command, but puts on a good show because it is expected of him.” Volke pulled off his red scarf and draped it over a nearby armor rack. “I am offering you the opportunity to stop being commander of the Greil mercenaries for a bit. No one here has any expectations for you to live up to.”

Ike was admittedly intrigued by the offer. Putting on a brave face for his friends and family and the soldiers who served him had been wearing away at his resolve for a while now. He hadn’t been ready when command fell to him, and he still didn’t feel like he was prepared enough. “How much?” Ike asked with a mix of hope and reluctance.

“You learn quick.” Volke chuckled as he pulled off his brown coat and added it to the rack with his scarf. “fifty gold.”

“Fifty? But that’s how much you charge to unlock treasure.” Ike retorted with indignation.

“Yes. It’s a fair price. It’s what I charge to open up anything.” Volke continued as he pulled his belt off too.

“But I’m not some chest!” Ike was getting indignant now.

“Really, now?” Volke asked with a tinge of smug sarcasm as he moved forward and began unbuttoning Ike’s shirt. “No. I suspect not. You’ve got a really nice chest.” Volke chuckled as he ran a still gloved finger down the contours of Ike’s abs.

Ike’s face was completely flushed by this point. He knew he needed this, and Volke knew he needed it too. “Ok, yes. I accept.”

“Contract accepted.” Volke replied as he pressed his hand into Ike’s throbbing erection. A damp spot had appeared on the crotch of Ike’s pants and continued to spread as he leaked pre. Volke deftly removed his shoes and pants, and was soon standing before Ike in all his naked glory. He wasn’t nearly as ripped as his younger commander, but he was definitely well muscled. He had a lithe musculature befitting of a finely tuned killing machine.

Volke’s cock was thick and veiny. Ike gasped as he saw the incredible piece that the thief was sporting below his thick mass of brown pubes. The impressive tool had to be at least nine inches and it wasn’t even hard yet!

Volke knelt down in front of Ike and worked at his belt. His deft hands easily had the buckled undone and Ike’s pants around his inkles in a matter of seconds. Volke was now eye to eye with the commander’s sword. Ike’s dick was not nearly as thick as Volke’s but was long and smooth; almost as long as Volke’s. Below Ike’s firm shaft dangled two large, heavy balls. The whole package was topped off with a small blue tuft of hair. It turns out that Ike had naturally blue hair after all.

Volke wrapped his mouth around the commander’s ready shaft as he worked over Ike’s huge nuts with his gloved hands. Ike was quickly losing himself in the pleasure. He was quickly reaching climax. He could feel the pressure building up inside his full balls.

What happened next caught him completely off guard. He could no longer feel Volke’s lips around his meat. Instead he felt something much tighter. Ike managed to open his eyes and look down. His cock was now adorned with a series of small leather belts; much like the ones that decorated Volke’s dark coat. Ike has always thought all those extra belts had just been for decoration. Now he wished he had known better.

The straps around his cock were wrapped so tight that it was impossible for him to cum. He desperately wanted to, though. “What are you doing? This isn’t what we agreed upon.” Ike asked frantically.

“Isn’t it? You didn’t ask me to get you off, pup. The agreement was I would treat you as you wanted to be treated; a whiny little boy who is neither ready nor willing to command troops. What you crave is to be put in your place. Now you are the subordinate and I am the master.” Volke stood up and began kissing his way down the nape of Ike’s neck as he pulled Ike’s shirt off the rest of the way. When Volke’s trail of kisses reached Ike’s shoulders he bit into the boy’s soft flesh; not enough to draw blood, just enough to mark him as Volke’s property.
Ike didn’t want to admit that he was aroused by this, but his still throbbing erection gave him away. He was not afraid of a little pain, and having all power and control stripped from him for the night was strangely liberating. He was losing himself to the constant barrage of pleasure and pain as Volke continued to work him over.

Volke slid around behind Ike and used another belt to bind his hands together while he continued kissing and biting along Ike’s neck and shoulders. Volke made sure the binding was nice and secure so that Ike would be completely unable to use his hands or otherwise break free. Once he was sure the boy was suitably bound, Volke delivered a swift kick right into the center of Ike’s muscular back.

Ike gasped in shock as he topped over. It was impossible for him to regain his footing with his pants down around his ankle as they were, and so he fell, face down into the hard, plank wood floor. Ike tried to look behind him to see what Volke was doing, but it was impossible for him to see what the shady individual was doing. He didn’t need to see, though, for soon he felt exactly what Volke was up to.

Volke beamed a sadistic grin as he stared down upon the now exposed muscular ass of the company commander. Ike’s tight hole had obviously never been used, and Volke intended to rectify that. Volke got down on his knees and gripped Ike’s firm cheeks with each hand. He spread them wide as he ran his tongue along the exposed crevasse. Volke could taste the boy’s sweat and feel Ike’s eager hole twitch with anticipation under his tongue.

Volke was spurred on by the boy’s reaction and redoubled his efforts. He continued to run his tongued around the boy’s twitching ring and even played at poking inside a little. The whimpers of pleasure from the commander made it obvious that he was enjoying the attention that his ass was getting; enjoying it a little too much, maybe.

Volke had had enough of play with his prey. “Enjoying this, are we, whelp?” Ike whimpered a little in reply. A few dribbles of pre that managed to slip past the tight leather barricades were dripping onto the floor. “Don’t get too comfortable. I’m just getting warmed up.

Ike almost screamed as the gentle play at his backdoor changed to something much harsher. Volke plunged into him raw, and continued to ream the boy over and over at full force. Ike clenched his eyes and tried to work through the pain as Volke’s huge, thick cock tore him up.

Strangely enough, Ike found himself enjoying the sensation after a few minutes. Once the initial shock was over and his muscles loosened enough to allow the thief’s shaft easy access, it started to feel kind of nice. He began to rock his hips back and forth in time with the steady rhythm of Volke’s cock sliding in and out of him.

Volke grunted and Ike moaned in pleasure as Volke unloaded his seed into the commander’s greedy ass. Wave’s of spunk flooded the boy’s inner corridors. Ike had never imagined it could feel so good to be filled in such a way. He gave a contented sigh as Volke pulled out and spunk dribbled out of his now ravaged hole.

Volke looked down at his handy work. It would take weeks for the boy’s hole to close up normally again. It didn’t look like Ike minded how nice and loose he was, though. “It seems you like having all my cum inside you.” Volke teased. Ike managed a contented whimper as a reply.

Volke’s lips spread into a twisted grin. “Oh, but it’s all spilling out. You don’t want that, do you?” Again, all Ike could do was whimper. Volke reached over and grabbed a spear off of one of the weapon racks and shoved the end of the long pole into Ike’s now incredibly loose ass. The shaft easily slid in several inches and stayed there.

Ike gritted his teeth against the pain. The wooden pole was much less pleasant to have inside of him than Volke’s cock was. It did feel kind of nice to still be nice and full, though.

Volke walked around to Ike’s front. He squatted down and grabbed a mass of blue hair. Volke lifted Ike up by his hair and stared into the boy’s lust clouded, blue eyes. “Had enough yet?” Ike tried to nod, but it was impossible with the way Volke was holding him.

Volke sneered at Ike, and then swiftly flung Ike backwards by his hair. The blade of the spear wedged in tightly between two of the floorboards causing Ike to fall back onto the firmly rooted shaft. The wooden pole shoved painfully into him even deeper than before. Ike managed to move his hands into position and grab hold of the shaft and steadied himself upon it. He wasn’t able to move any direction, but at least he was able to keep himself from falling even farther onto the spear.

Despite the pain, Ike was still hornier than he had ever been before. All he wanted was to find release, but the pleasure and pain he had been subjected to made it near impossible for him to form words. Ike’s eyes pleaded with Volke to release him, or at the very least allow him release.

Volke gave Ike and sadistic grin as he kneeled down in front of the commander. He grabbed a hold of Ike’s still rigid dick and worked the shaft up and down. As he did this, Volke used his thumb to play with the sensitive head of Ike’s cock. Tears were streaming down Ike’s eyes as his mind pleaded for release.

“Please… take them off…” Ike managed to croak between gasps of pleasure and pain.

Ike looked at him. His eyes were cold and dead serious, but his mouth was still frozen in a twisted grin. “Fifty gold.”

“Huh?” Ike managed to ask incredulously. Was Volke really going to charge him to get him out of the situation that Volke had put him in in the first place? The look on Volke’s face let Ike know that he was dead serious. “Do it… I’ll pay.”

Volke nodded. “Contract accepted.” He said flatly as he undid the first binding, but then went back to working over Ike’s still bound cock.

“The rest… please!” Ike gasped.

“One payment. One lock. Fifty gold.” Volke responded coldly.

Ike nodded. He knew this already. “I’ll pay!... take them off!”

“Contract accepted.” Volke undid the second binding. There was just one more to go, but Volke calmly continued to stroke Ike’s dick.

“Last… The last one… please.” Ike gasped. He needed release, and his muscles were shaking from trying to hold himself up in such an awkward position.

“Fifty gold.” Volke once again callously demanded.

“I know!... I know… please… I accept.” Ike was panting now. He needed this so bad.

“Contract accepted.” Volke said as he stood up.

“What? Release me!” Ike demanded. He didn’t know what Volke was doing, but he obviously wasn’t in the middle of undoing the last strap.

Volk casually stroked the last little bit of cum from his cock into the palm of one of his hands, and then cleaned the rest of it off of his cock with his other glove. Volke then looked at Ike and calmly replied. “You know how I work. I accept the contract, but it is up to me to decide when and where to execute it. Now be a good boy while I’m gone.”

Ike was livid. He was about to let this insolent little sellsword have a piece or two of his mind, but before he could even get a decent shout going, Volke wadded up his cum-coated gloves and shoved them into Ike’s mouth.

Volke patted Ike on the cheek and with a sadistic grin, he replied. “Try not to have too much fun.”

Ike could do nothing but watch as Volke casually got dressed in front of him, and strolled out of the room like nothing had happened. Ike was completely helpless. He couldn’t move or else he’d end up impaled even farther onto the spear, and he couldn’t shout because of the soggy wad of leather shoved into his mouth. All he could do was remain perched there, and pray that his muscles held out until Volke saw fit to release him.

Volke strode calmly into the dining hall as the rest of the crew got their food. All eyes were on him. The vast majority seemed to be annoyed that he was there, fearful, or otherwise displeased to see him, but there was one little girl who was very excited.

“There you are! I was worried about you!” Mist ran up to Volke with a fresh plate in her hands. “I hope you like it. I made it myself!”

The girl looked around for a second than looked back at Volke. “Have you seen Ike?”

Volke took the plate and patted her on the head. “Oh he’ll be along later. He’s a little tied up at the moment.” Volke was smiling as he took his plate to a quiet corner of the room to enjoy his meal. 