When he finally arrived back at Roland’s chambers he was disheveled and covered in sweat. He carried the bucket with the cleaning products in one hand as he knocked with the other. Roland opened the door himself instead of calling him in, which startled Iyasu a bit. He had a growing smile on his face seeing the state Iyasu was in. 

“You are a hard working slave when you want to be, Jerrod tells me you’ve done an excellent job.” Roland praised as he moved to sit back at his desk which was cluttered with even more papers.

"Thank you master." Iyasu said quietly, picking up a duster to wipe off all the surfaces of the room including his vanity which had a range of colognes, skin care and hair care products. It was strange to see such mundane things sitting on Roland vanity, it was difficult to think of Roland as a man made of flesh like everyone else. 

Roland’s room was probably the easiest to clean, almost suspiciously so. There was not much to do in a room that was already close to pristine. The whole time he could feel Roland’s eyes on him as if he were watching his every move. It made Iyasu want to clean as stiffly as possible because every position felt inappropriate with Roland’s gaze on him. He was happy when he changed the sheets and was finally done with the room. He was ready to excuse himself but Roland stopped him.

“Where do you think you’re going? You haven’t even cleaned my desk.” Iyasu heard Roland’s voice behind him. He closed his eyes and let out a breath, it seems like Roland was going to drag this thing out as long as possible. 

“You’re still using it though,” Iyasu turned to him again with an impartial expression. “Master.” he added after a thought.

“I’ll move out of your way then.” Roland said yet he only pushed his chair back to create a small space. Iyasu paused and watched as Roland sat there with an expectant look in his eyes. He walked up to the front of the desk to start stacking up books to put in Roland's personal library when he was stopped again.

“No, no, I want you to start over here.” The words made cold sweat form on Iyasu’s forehead, this was almost certainly some type of trap. Maybe Roland found out about him getting help and was going to punish him or maybe he had other motives that were much worse. Iyasu had no other choice but to obey even though his whole body protested against it. 

He walked over to face the desk, his back was turned to Roland who was sitting in his desk chair uncomfortably close. Iyasu focused on organizing the desk the best he could with all the confusing documents spread about. He had no clue what they were about but they looked like some type of official government documents. Iyasu read about how common crooked politicians were in all factions but it was terrifying to think someone like Roland had any political influence.  

“Don’t bother looking too closely, even if you can read it’s still above your level of intelligence.” Roland whispered, suddenly very close to his ear. He flinched away when he felt Roland’s body press against him only to be pulled back in by a hand on his chest. Iyasu could smell his strong musk again as it seemed to spread around them.  He held his breath not wanting to be affected by the smell.

“You know I’ve wanted to touch you since I first smelled your raw scent, don’t know how long it’s been since I felt so primal. ” He practically growled the word as he snaked his arm around Iyasu’s hip to grab at his crotch. Iyasu gasped at the rough treatment and ended up taking in Roland’s scent. His body began to feel warm as his blood pumped faster in his veins but he still recoiled in disgust when Roland’s hands touched him. 

“Stop struggling. You’ll only excite me more.” His voice was heavy with cruelty. Iyasu didn’t listen, he kept trying to pull away as his instincts screamed at him. Roland began to pant against his neck, right where his scent gland was while he ripped off Iyasu’s shirt. He pinned Iyasu to the desk with his larger body making Iyasu panic from the feeling of being trapped. 

“No, stop--” he tried to say but a hand was clamped around his mouth. 

“You might wake up the missus, you don’t want to do that do you?” Roland asked as he sunk his fingers into Iyasu’s hip. He undid Iyasu’s pants and pulled them down with his undergarments making the panic in him rise enough that even the musky scent didn’t distract him. He acted before he could think, elbowing Roland hard enough to make the man back off but only for a bit. Iyasu tried to get away but Roland grabbed his arm and flipped him onto the desk to face him instead. Iyasu knew he would pay for trying to resist later but he could only think of how much he wanted to escape his current fate. His hair came loose shielding his view momentarily as Roland yanked his pants and underwear off completely. Roland wrapped a hand around Iyasu’s neck, clearly growing impatient with him.

“Obey me or I will whip you until there’s no flesh left on your bones.” He had that stony look in his eyes again like the first time he tortured Iyasu. Iyasu knew he meant every word he said, it made him pause as his breaths came in small pants from the terror that gripped him. It must’ve shown on his face the way Roland seemed to drink in his expression.

“Get up.” Roland commanded in a low voice. Iyasu got up slowly, his body trembling slightly, anticipating more pain. “Turn around.” Roland continued as his eyes raked across Iyasu’s smaller frame. 

Iyasu turned slowly, his shoulders hunched with how uncomfortable he was. He wanted to plead and beg but he knew it would do no good for a man not capable of empathy. Roland pushed him until he leaned on the desk with his hands, making him bend over and more properly show his cunt and ass. Iyasu’s entire face and neck heated up with humiliation when he heard Roland sit down to get a better view. Suddenly there were hands on his ass spreading him further and making his own scent fill the room more gradually. 

“What a fine cunt,” his voice was deeper now, more hungry. “Let’s see how tight you are.” He said as he inserted two fingers inside not letting him get used to the width of them. His entrance tightened up from the intrusion but the small amount of wetness there allowed Roland to push them deeper. Iyasu gasped and swallowed a broken groan, his hips automatically pulled away only to have Roland grab his hips and force them back with a stabbing pain.

Iyasu bit back a curse when Roland began to fuck him with his fingers, the pull on his inner walls was painful from the lack of lubrication. But then much to Iyasu’s terror Roland hit that sweet spot inside of him that made him want to sob in pleasure and sorrow. He leaned on his elbows as Roland continued to violate him until he was wet and panting. Roland’s scent was beginning to build again as he listened to Iyasu’s pitiful moans and the small whimpers that escaped every now and again. 

“Even a poorly behaved low-breed like you can turn into a kitten when your nature takes over.” His words were arrogant as he plunged his fingers deeper making Iyasu squirm as he caressed the brand mark on Iyasu's inner thigh with his thumb.

Roland pulled out his fingers after that, catching Iyasu off guard. He turned to see if the alpha was finally done but a hand covered Iyasu's mouth again as he heard Roland unfasten his own pants. He tried to wrench his hips away but was penetrated roughly, causing him to scream into the hand covering his mouth. His hole ached as he tried to adjust to the unexpected girth but Roland gave him no time, he started to thrust at an eager pace as his breaths grew more and more heavy.

“Ah, you’re so tight.” was the last thing Iyasu heard before his consciousness detached from his body. He was floating, the sound of skin slapping was in the distance, the violation was numbed. His head was laid on the desk, his dark eyes staring vacantly at the vanity that sat further in the room. The sight vibrated with the thrusts but he could only focus on those mundane objects, anything to escape the feeling of Roland inside of him. He was jolted back into reality when Roland became more aggressive with his oncoming orgasm. 

Iyasu was about to protest when he heard Roland groan along with a splatter of warm liquid on his lower back and ass. Iyasu slid onto the ground after, feeling used. His legs shook and his stomach cramped with the threat of sickness. He curled into himself trying to catch his breath but was yanked into a standing position. He fell back onto the desk trying to gather himself. 

“Return to your quarters. Don’t be so dramatic.” Roland said coldly. Iyasu looked at him through lidded eyes, his body still throbbing with pain after the pleasure subsided, he could barely think let alone walk. 

Roland simply stepped around him towards the large cabinet that sat next to his equally large bed. He was covered in sweat, his long hair mussed and sticking to his face. Iyasu nervously kept his eyes on Roland as he tried to push himself up but his hips protested with a throb making him hiss at the pain. Roland glared at Iyasu as he smoothed his hair back from his face.

“Are you dumb or deaf? I said leave.” His eyes narrowed prompting Iyasu to gather his strength and push himself off the desk. He bit back a whine as a sharp stabbing sensation ran through his core. He pulled up his pants slowly before limping towards the door.

As he opened it he almost fell but managed to close it and lean his head against the smooth ivory wood. He could feel the tears coming, the burn in his throat and eyes as his vision blurred. He was a mess, his shirt disheveled and sticking to the semen on his back, his legs wobbling and slick from the remnants of blood and cum. He felt so sick and exhausted but he had to get to his room. He pulled himself together and walked down the corridor wiping away tears that stung at his cheeks. It was only when he got to the stairs that he looked up and noticed a figure dressed in white.

Even in the dimly lit space he could see light blonde hair and hard green eyes peering at him. They locked eyes for a moment until Iyasu looked down again. He didn't think before turning to descend down the stairs in a rush. He kept his eyes forward as he quickly made his way to his room. 

All the while that hard gaze never left him.