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The front door slammed shut. Yuri immediately tossed his shoes and skates to the side before running into the living room. His grandfather greeted him with a soft smile and a few remarks on how the fourteen-year-old looks like he needs to eat a entire cow. Yuri grumbled a response, kissing his beloved guardian on the cheek and hurrying off to his room.
He threw the thin jacket he’d worn to practice on his bed, pulling back his desk chair and impatiently flipping open his laptop. There. There it was. As if his heart wasn’t beating fast enough from his run home, the small notification in his email had it fluttering all the more.
He formed the name of the sender in his mouth, letting it come out in a soft whisper.
“Victor Nikiforov.”
Of course the email was there. Why wouldn’t it be? It was Saturday, after all. Yuri remembered back to that time, six weeks ago, when Victor came to view his competition. The world renowned skater offered his support to him, so long as he won in his division. It was then that Yuri proclaimed he would do anything it takes to get Victor as a coach. But little did he expect such a sudden turn of events. The Russian wonder met him in the locker room later that day. He had a sweet smile upon his face and his hands tucked into his pockets. Yuri opened his mouth to let out a smart remark on why he should just train him now.
“You think you’re so ready, is that right?”
“I’m better than anyone I’ve competed against! Just take me on already!”
Victor chuckled, the sound causing Yuri’s stomach to twirl. Victor came closer to tower above him. ‘Give me your email’ was not the first phrase Yuri thought would come out of someone being a few inches away from his face. However, he complied. Words fumbled out of his mouth from such a surprising offer, but still, he complied.
“I will start off by sending you voice memos on how to properly train and prepare your body with a healthy diet before next year’s competition. I can’t be around much because of my own training so this will have to do. If you’re so good, you can at least follow my instructions this much for now, right?”
That was six weeks ago. And faithful to his word, every Saturday, a voice memo filled with detailed instructions for the young skater made its way into Yuri’s inbox.
He swallowed, glancing to make sure he had locked his door before slipping a pair of black headphones on over his ears. He hardly paid attention to his chin length hair that tickled his cheeks, curling his toes within their leopard print socks in anticipation. He gave himself no time to change out of his cotton black shorts that matched a thin shirt he’d worn at practice. He squeezed his thighs together, took a deep breath, licked his lips and pressed play.
“Hello little Yuri. Let’s get started for today, shall we?”
Yuri closed his eyes, slouching in his chair so as to comfortably rest his head back. The sound of Victor’s voice was the only thing in existence in that moment.
“Let’s start with stretches, of course. I assume you’ve just come back from practice so I’ll only go over some calm exercises for your middle splits today since your spread seems a little sloppy from what I saw.”
Yuri balled his fists atop his knees at the statement before soft laughter came through his headphones. Victor must have known exactly how the angry teen would react.
“Alright Yuri. Now… part your legs.”
Yuri’s breath caught as he felt a familiar hot sensation grow between his thighs.
“Not too fast though, I wouldn’t want you to pull anything. Lift one leg and slide it back, one at a time.”
Sitting in his chair, Yuri complied. “One at a time”, he parted his legs. His fingers trembled with the itch to touch his growing erection but he waited. He knew he must be patient.
“You must be patient, Yuri. Things like this take time.”
‘I know that already’ he thought to himself. He let out an exasperated breath of air from the fluidity of Victor’s voice in the last phrase. Yes, patient indeed. He must be patient for Victor.
“Are they wide enough, Yuri? Don’t hold back just because I’m not there to watch. You still want to impress me, right?”
Yuri released a whimper, sinking his nails into his thighs as he fought the urge to stuff his hands down his shorts.
“Ballet is an important factor to stretching, Yuri, so be sure you are graceful at all times. We must stretch the inner section of your thighs so lift your arms,” Yuri lifted his hands to his clenched abdomen, “straighten your spine,” he curved his back within his seat, “and slide your hands out in front of you.”
A soft ‘aah’ escaped Yuri as his hands came down over the small bulge in his shorts.
“Don’t just stop there, Yuri. Go a little further.”
Yuri slid a hand past his waist band, using his other to lift his shirt high up his chest. He groaned through clenched teeth, rising his hips into trembling fingers that played around his already dripping cock.
“More, Yuri. Stretch further. Always go further, alright?”
Yuri mewled, pulling himself out of his bottoms and continuing to gently pump his hand up and down the short shaft. Victor’s voice continued to serenade him, causing his legs to tremble with every order he gave.
“And when you reach as far as you can go, remember to stop right there and continue to pulse back and forth at your limit. You want to stretch the muscles so be sure you do this. Are you there yet? Now, as I said, pulse, Yuri.”
Yuri moaned, biting his lip as he stroked himself, lifting a hand to play and tease an erect nipple, “Aah!”
“Back and forth, Yuri. Back and forth. Hold and release, hold and release. Are you doing it properly? I’d love to see for myself.”
“Vi-victor,” Yuri whispered the name uncontrollably, his svelte waist rising into his grip on its own accord. He kept his eyes closed, always imagining Victor right there with him. His voice sounded so warm, so full of depth within his ears, causing him to quake and shudder within his seat, “P-please…”
“That’s it, Yuri. Keep up the good work for me. One day I’ll be able to spot you properly, so long as you continue to do what you’re told and impress me. Can you do that?”
“Y-yes,” Yuri widened his legs even further, pinching his nipple as he picked up the pace, thrusting more and more up into his hand, “I-I can!”
“I hope that you can someday. Oh, I almost forgot. The most important thing. Don’t forget to breathe. Slowly but steadily. Like so-”
Yuri’s eyes flashed open, his breath hitching when Victor did something very unexpected. He began to breathe heavily into the mic. Yuri’s ears were filled with long, drawn out breaths from Victor, hot and steady, one after the other. The sound of it was so exhilarating, Yuri threw a hand over his mouth to muffle the lewd whimper that escaped. He squeezed the tip of his cock, clenching his eyes shut as Victor’s deep breaths continued to torture him. The thought of Victor there, hovering above him and breathing deep into his ear and onto his neck completely intoxicated him.
And when Victor let out a groan at the end of a particularly heavy exhale, Yuri shuddered, spending all over his shorts. He shook from such a violent orgasm, releasing his mouth and slumping in his chair as tried to catch his breath. His eyes slid open, glancing at the screen in front of him that showed the last remaining 5 seconds of the voice memo. He watched it play out till the end, removing his headphones before standing to clean his mess. The last few words Victor had spoken repeated themselves in Yuri’s head like a silent prayer he was determined to hear one day from the Russian god himself.
‘Good boy.’
The ice cushioned Yuri’s fall when he slipped the following week. His left ankle gave out, causing him to slam down on his back. If anything, the cold soothed his heated skin from the thoughts that continued to break his concentration. He laid there for a moment, closing his eyes and wrinkling his brow. Saturday had returned.
The rink, along with the rest of the atmosphere, was a blur to Yuri as he changed and began his trek home from practice. Last week’s voice memo seemed a bit odd to him, as if Victor had been peering at him through some peep hole or something. Not that he was complaining, seeing as how he’d helped himself to the heavy breathing of his soon-to-be coach every night for the past week. Yuri tripped over his feet, covering his face from such vulgar thoughts. ‘Good boy’ spun throughout his mind, driving him more and more mad the harder he thought about it. The short phrase that had inevitably made a mess out of his attentiveness, not to mention his shorts. He mumbled a small curse before picking up into a jog.
The usual short exchange between him and his grandfather on Saturdays as of late took place before Yuri closed himself off from the world. His jacket hit the bed, his laptop came to life and his heart was ready to crawl up his throat. There it was, this week’s memo. Of course it was there, Victor was a man of his word after all, right? Black headphones slipped over his ears, his thighs pressed together and a trembling hand pressed play.
As usual, Victor’s voice came through like velvet, rubbing Yuri up and down and sending hot sensations all throughout his body. Although there seemed to be a perpetual frown upon the young skater’s beautiful face, he simply could not deny his unyielding want for this man.
“Just like that, little Yuri.”
“Ngh!”
Need for this man.
He was only halfway through the audio, one hand stuffed down his little shorts and the other gripping onto his chair when a pause in the track had him staring at his laptop screen.
“By the way, Yuri,” Victor’s voice suddenly dropped into a low whisper, “I know exactly what you’re doing.”
Yuri screeched, his legs coming up to kick the desk instinctively. The slender things, far too powerful for their own good, had Yuri’s chair tipping backwards. Yuri hit the ground with yet another flustered yelp. The recording paused when the headphones ripped out of the laptop, Yuri snatching them off of his ears and dropping them as if they were on fire. His chest heaved up and down. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared incredulously at the headset and then at the laptop as if they were the cause of his complete shock. He peered around his room, inspecting the lock in place on his door handle. He was alone. He knew he was alone. But why did he feel so watched? So…exposed?
He swallowed. He must have imagined it. Or perhaps Victor was talking about something else. There was no way Victor could really know he touched himself every week to the sound of his voice, right?
“Tch!” Yuri stood, tucking some hair behind a blushed ear and uprighting his chair. He plopped down, wearing a face plastered with humiliation and rage. The room was silent as he frowned at his laptop, drumming his fingers atop his knees before reaching down to grab his headphones. He wondered for a moment if Victor was making fun of him, and if so, how dare he. A part of him wanted to throw the technology out of the window. But the other part…
Slowly, the headphones found their place back over his ears. A shaky hand came up to rewind the recording a few seconds back.Whatever it was that played before…whatever it was that had him on the floor…he had to be sure it was real, that he hadn’t just imagined it. He swallowed, pressing play as he tried to prepare himself for what awaited him in this week’s tutorial.
“I know exactly what you’re doing.”
Victor’s repeated words still had Yuri’s breath hitching, the chuckle that followed only stopping the poor young boy’s heart as he continued.
“Don’t worry, Yuri. There is nothing to be ashamed of,” Yuri slammed a fist on the desk, rage overtaking his embarrassment as he fought the urge to break his laptop before Victor seemingly read his mind once again, “so don’t freak out and most importantly, don’t stop this memo. Do you understand?”
Yuri scoffed, wondering what in the world this egotistical man could’ve been up to. Was he really making fun of him?
“I will help you with whatever you need. What good influence would I be if I didn’t do this much, right? So whatever you do, little Yuri, don’t stop.”
Yuri flinched. His eyes widened as he froze in place, the familiar liquid fire beginning to coarse through his veins. Had he just told him to…continue?
“Don’t worry. This can be our little secret. You’re such a good boy and I want you to continue to be, just for me, so keep going, alright?”
Yuri bit his lip, the silky voice making him tentatively reach down to grab onto his cock once more. He stuffed his hand over his mouth when Victor continued to talk softly into his ears.
“Think of me, Yuri. Stroke yourself and think of my hands, touching you all over. My fingers running through your hair, dancing across your collarbone, playing with your cute little nipples-”
Yuri muffled a yelp into his hand, his eyes becoming blurry as just those few phrases had him spending all over himself. He released his mouth, gasping for air before looking down at his still hard cock. Victor’s voice continued, “-keep going, little one.”
Yuri gripped onto his himself once more, wincing from how sensitive he had become even though he had just made a mess of himself.
“I want you to do as I say. Touch yourself for me. Wrap your fingers around your cock and think of my hands.”
Yuri whined, squeezing his eyes shut as he did as he was told.
“Think of my tongue, Yuri. Sliding slowly up and down your little cock before I stuff you in my mouth.”
“Nn, d-damnit!”
“Think of my cock as well. I bet you’ve never had anyone inside of you before so it may be a bit hard to imagine. But I want you to think of me filling you up, little Yuri. Think of me sliding into you, grabbing your waist and holding you in place as I have my way with such a stubborn thing as yourself.”
Yuri’s legs were spread as wide as they could go, his hips thrusting up fast into his loose grip, “Vi– ah, Victor!”
“I know that’s what you want. I know behind that attitude is a beautiful boy that simply needs to be tamed. Would you like me to do that, Yuri? Would you like me to pull that lovely golden hair of yours, arch your back and fuck you until you call me daddy?”
“D-daddy!? Ngh! Fuck!”
“I can do that for you, Yuri. I am looking forward to it as well. Who else will teach you how to fix those lazy toe loops of yours? And someone must show you how to emit an emotion other than anger on the ice, right? I will teach you. I will teach you passion, Yuri. Touch yourself for me. Slide your hand faster-”
“Ahh!”
“I want you dripping. Imagine I am there with you, parting your legs wide and giving you a true taste of sensuality. Don’t get too loud now, I’m not there to stuff my tongue down your throat and keep you quiet. Better yet, something else. Hah, all of this has gotten me so worked up, what should I do?”
Yuri was now sloppily jerking his hips up, grinding more and more into his grip as he fought to keep his soft calls from drifting past his bedroom door, “Vi.. ah! D-daddy! Sh..shit!”
“My cock is all hard Yuri. I think I will have to relieve myself while I think of you,” another bout of soft laughter came from Victor before low groans began to fill Yuri’s ears.
“Ah, Yuri… I can only imagine how tight you are.”
“Ngh!”
“Such soft looking skin, such delicate curves… It feels much better when I think of these things, do you understand?”
“Please!”
“I want you, Yuri-”
“Ah, god!”
“And I will have you in due time. Mmm, I can only imagine what kind of face you must be making. I bet your cute brow is furrowed. I’d love to see it right now, see your red cheeks from how good I make you feel, hear you call out for me-”
“Vi- Victor!”
“One day soon. This is simply not enough. One day, I will drown you in such pleasure, you will remember nothing but how to wrap your legs around my waist, sink your nails into my back and beg for more-”
“I- D-daddy, please! I- I’m gonna-”
“And on that day, I will make you mine, little Yuri. Do you understand? I will make you my little kitten. Now. Come for me.”
Yuri arched his back, crying out as he came for the second time within five minutes. A few tears glided down his reddened cheeks as he fought to catch his breath. Exhausted, he collapsed in his chair, leaning forward to slam his forehead down on his desk.
“What a good little kitten you are.”
“You… you bastard.”
Victor placed the rag from around his neck into a locker, shutting it to find an angry Yuri glaring at him from behind. He paused in a moment of surprise before flashing his usual spectacular smile that snatched the hearts of millions across the globe. “Good afternoon, Yuri!”
“Don’t ‘good afternoon’ me, you bastard.”
“Ooh, someone seems to be in a bad mood.”
“Don’t act innocent either!”
Victor smirked, placing his water bottle down before turning to look back at the young skater. Yuri was unamused, leaning up against the lockers, arms folded and face set in an angry pout.
“And to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing little Yuri in the middle of one of my rehearsals?”
“You’ve been avoiding me. This was the only way I knew I could get to you. Now tell me what was up with that last audio you sent.”
“Hmm..”
Yuri kicked a locker behind him, “Quit playing dumb, you’re not fooling anyo-!”
The sound of his head suddenly slamming back against a locker echoed throughout the dressing room. Victor gripped hard onto Yuri’s chin, pressing himself up against the belligerent child and looking down as he towered above him.
“You sure do have a smart mouth, Yuri. Did you know that?”
“Nn.. G-et off.”
“The last I recalled, I was the one giving the orders.”
Yuri struggled against the hold on his face, muffling out any words he could even begin to form.
“F-fuck you!.”
Victor kicked a locker between Yuri’s legs, the loud noise causing the boy to jump.
“I’m sure that was meant as less of a proposal but I will take it all the same.”
Yuri reached out to clutch at the first thing he could find. Victor looked down at the small hands pulling at his shirt. He brought his gaze back up to the the face he held in place. Slowly, he brought his knee up to gently glide over the bulge in Yuri’s particularly small dance shorts.
“Hm? So this is it, this is why you came here? It seems as though my pre-training has been working well.”
“Nng!”
“What delightful noises you make, Yuri, just as I imagined.” Victor allowed Yuri more friction as he leaned in to whisper in his ear, “have you been a good little kitten for me?”
Yuri moaned as best as he could with his face still held tight. Hot whispers sent shivers down his spine as Victor dropped his knee to instead press his hips to Yuri’s.
“Is this what you want?”
Yuri let out a whimper when the pressure of Victor’s hard cock pressed against his own.
“Is this what you are so desperate for? You get upset and storm into my practice wearing something like this… you are practically begging to have me bend you over right here in this locker room.”
“V-vic.. Ah!”
“I love that about you, Yuri. Your anger and your persistence. It inspires me,” Victor slid his free hand around to play with the elastic band of Yuri’s black ballet spanks, “It makes me want to tame the ferocious tiger that I know is within you-”
“Pl.. please-”
“-and make it my little kitten. But I must wait. And you,” a breathy cry escaped Yuri when Victor slid a finger under his shorts, quickly removing it and snapping the elastic back in place, “you must be patient, dear boy.”
Yuri gasped when Victor released his jaw, still unable to move when the living idol remained in place before him. He winced when he felt the insistent throbbing between his legs. Trembling hands pulled on Victor’s shirt. Yuri’s flushed face was a mix between a scowl and a plea for mercy.
“Victor… please-”
“Please, what?”
“Tch!” Yuri turned his head to the side, but when he suddenly remembered the sting of his cheeks crushing into his teeth from Victor’s grasp, he snapped it back in place. He could try to play brazen but he decided he better not take the chance. He swallowed, “Please.. D-… daddy.”
“Mmm,” Victor smirked as he lowered down to his knees. “What a good little kitten you are, indeed.”
Yuri let out a delicious cry when Victor stuffed his face into the apex of his shorts. He reached out, clawing at his future coach’s hair as he felt something hot and wet ghost over the length of his restrained erection.
“Ngh, god!” He thrust his hips into Victor’s face who in turn reached up to hold the wriggling little thing in place. Victor opened his mouth wide, slowly tracing circles around and around his small package, lapping at the damp spot he had caused on his future trainee’s shorts. Yuri shook, writhing beneath Victor’s will, far too sensitive to quiet down from such a vulgar affair.
“Victo- ah, shit, daddy!”
“There you go, little one.”
Victor continued lapping at Yuri’s shorts, sucking on his strained erection and coming back up to flick his tongue on what he knew to be the tip of his cock.
“I can’t.. Ah, I’m g-gonna- Aah!”
“Mmm,” Victor hummed in satisfaction, holding steady to Yuri’s thin waist as the young boy spent within his shorts without so much as a single touch from Victor.
“My, Yuri, you don’t seem to hold back much, do you?”
“Sh.. shut up, ngh..” Yuri winced, the feeling of sticky, wet shorts not the most comfortable thing in the world. His mind slowly began to free itself from the lustful cloud Victor seemed to always cause him before he realized something awfully horrific. He was unsatisfied. Victor chuckled, standing to his feet and patting the flustered boy on his head, “You should head home. I have to practice a bit more, then I’ll do the same.”
Yuri remained propped against the lockers, face turning towards the floor as he listened to Victor’s footsteps reach the entryway of the room.
“How long.”
“What was that?”
Yuri continued to look down, the humiliation from what just happened setting into him and having him far too embarrassed to show off his red face, “How long… must I be patient for?”
Victor smiled sweetly over at Yuri, walking back to him to lift his chin with a single finger, “Just until a very special occasion,” a thumb came up to softly brush Yuri’s bottom lip, “your birthday.”
Yuri’s eyes widened. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d received any attention for his birthday, other than that from his grandfather which was usually more than enough. A month. He’d have to wait a month. It seemed like such a long time away but he couldn’t help the excitement it gave him all the same. He swallowed, “You better not forget.”
“I don’t forget, Yurachka,” Victor leaned down, kissing Yuri’s forehead before turning to walk back towards the ice, “I am a man of my word, after all.”
Yuri watched him disappear, sighing to himself and muttering.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
He took one step towards the bathroom before stopping and wincing at the uncomfortable mess within his shorts, “Gah!”
Victor’s voice floated into the locker room from the ice, “Extra shorts in my locker!”
“Fuck off!”