Евгений Борисович Волгин (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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fissionmailed2011-01-15 06:39 pm
colonelcrotchgrab) wrote in fissionmailed2011-01-15 06:39 pm
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BIG SWEATY GYM TIMES/TORTURE
[The Nexus gym is particularly loud and noisy today, as someone is in there barking orders like a standard drill sergeant, except the said orders are in Russian. The treadmill is rattling and rolling at a high speed, and there is the sound of feet clopping along on it in their frantic rhythm.
At the back corner upon entry, there is the large, imposing figure of Volgin, still quite large and still very imposing even in casual dress. He is currently overseeing the forced fitness regimen of one of the Raikovs he had come to grow some attachment to (as he is aware of clones in this place, but still grasping the concept). Fed up with this pattern of fattening Raikovs, the Soviet giant is determined to rectify the problem. Once a GRU colonel in charge of his own unit (in this Volgin's particular case), the proper care and maintenance of his men was a high priority and body shape was among those concerns.
No man looked like Volgin at his age without proper self-discipline! Like a good commanding officer, he feels it is his proper duty to keep his men in shape if they are so foolish as to let their discipline slip. There would be consequences.
Starting with this one.
Whenever Raikov's pace slackens, Volgin coolly holds a hand out, and a good electric probe to his asscheek helps him right back along. His face is locked for the time being into a stony indifference. No matter what sounds Raikov makes or how much he complains: There is a price to pay for letting such a beautiful body grow soft, and there will be correction.]
((OOC: Open post, anyone is free to walk in and interact in any way you see fit! Sometimes they're both there, sometimes Ivan is left there and Volgin is off doing something in another room. Pretty briefly, if he's out.))
At the back corner upon entry, there is the large, imposing figure of Volgin, still quite large and still very imposing even in casual dress. He is currently overseeing the forced fitness regimen of one of the Raikovs he had come to grow some attachment to (as he is aware of clones in this place, but still grasping the concept). Fed up with this pattern of fattening Raikovs, the Soviet giant is determined to rectify the problem. Once a GRU colonel in charge of his own unit (in this Volgin's particular case), the proper care and maintenance of his men was a high priority and body shape was among those concerns.
No man looked like Volgin at his age without proper self-discipline! Like a good commanding officer, he feels it is his proper duty to keep his men in shape if they are so foolish as to let their discipline slip. There would be consequences.
Starting with this one.
Whenever Raikov's pace slackens, Volgin coolly holds a hand out, and a good electric probe to his asscheek helps him right back along. His face is locked for the time being into a stony indifference. No matter what sounds Raikov makes or how much he complains: There is a price to pay for letting such a beautiful body grow soft, and there will be correction.]
((OOC: Open post, anyone is free to walk in and interact in any way you see fit! Sometimes they're both there, sometimes Ivan is left there and Volgin is off doing something in another room. Pretty briefly, if he's out.))
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[He wouldn't cease his egging, speech faltering slightly from the heavy boot.]
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A beat.
Suddenly, Volgin's foot released, but quickly worked under Raikov's torso to roll him over. If that did not work, Volgin was going to be manhandling Raikov into something on his hands and knees, and ass up.]
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Of course that's where manhandling came in, and Raikov found himself in an all-too-familiar position.]
Ah... [Well this was one work out he didn't mind engaging in. Even if his legs were still sore.]
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Raikov was knocked over to his side as Volgin stepped past him.]
I will go relieve myself, Vanya. [His direction indicated the door.] There is a lot to do and a few hours should be enough.
I will have things to prove to you after we're done.
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Hit the floor with a yelp.] Hey, what the hell?!
[Ivan pushed himself back up and turned around, leering.]
You can't just...set me up like that!
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[That was all Raikov got as Volgin disappeared out of the gym, bee-lining for the bathroom with long, quick strides.]
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[Ivan stared as Volgin receded and then disappeared.
He felt...betrayed. Or maybe a better way to put it was sexually frustrated.
Either way he sat there on the mat, pouting indignantly over his blueballs.
He needed to get in shape fast--so this never happens again. How could Yevgeny prefer his hand over him?!]
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Indeed, Raikov: This is your fate if you dare roll around the likes of the Mighty Yevgeny Borisovich Volgin with a load of lard around you.
He might direct you to a walrus instead. A big fat walrus.
And as Volgin enjoyed himself in the bathroom stall: Incentive is as incentive does.]