Settling in Together

Lino let out a soft obedient moan as he closed his supple lips around the mans long fingers. He sucked on them as told, lubricating them as best as he could, his warm tongue sliding against them.

He knew what was coming from this. His toes curled and uncurled again, mentally bracing himself. While he continued to suck on Zakhar's fingers he again started pumping his hand against the man's shaft.

When he had decided that his fingers were wet enough, he slid them from the boy's mouth.

They traced down his neck, leaving behind a warm path of saliva.

Zakhar bowed his head to blow gently on the trail he had just left as his fingers traced lower, circling the tight ring of muscle slowly.

"Vuoi questo?" he purred softly against the boy's neck as his finger pressed against him, the tip of one finger dipping inside slightly.

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Do you want this?

The boys body shivered as Zakhar traced his way down, blowing on the wet parts of his neck. It was an interesting contradiction, the heat of his body compared to the cold kiss of the older lycan's breath.

He brought both hands up above his head and held onto his own forearms, his own nails now biting into his skin. He bit his lip as he stretched his body out, planting the soles of his feet on the mattress so he could raise his hips slightly, legs spread.

Eyes squeezed shut, a few soft whimpers escaped from his nose before he was finally able to speak.

"S-s-sì ... f-faccio" He muttered shamefully, his cheeks still flushed red from the intensity and his embarrassment.

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"Y-y-yes... I-I do"

"Poi io la do a voi."

But he wouldn't be gentle in doing so. Even when being somewhat nice, Zakhar didn't hold the ability to be gentle. He wasn't a gentle man.

Both of his lubricated fingers pushed into the boy, scissoring immediately, stretching him.

His fingers began to thrust into the boy, closing as they pulled out then opening as they pushed back in. His pace wasn't slow and his movements weren't careful or gentle like a lover's would be.

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Then I shall give it to you.

As soon as Zakhar spread his fingers out Lino's entire body jolted, his eyes widening. He cried out and his hands impulsively darted down to his sides. He gripped onto the bed sheets tightly, enough to make his knuckles white.

He tilted his head back as far as he could go, squeezing his eyes shut again as more tears welled up inside of them. His brown curls fell back out of his eyes, splaying back on the pillow, thus exposing his whole face.

The pup squirmed about and clenched his teeth together tightly; But that wasn't enough to stop him from moaning and crying out with every shove and stretch Zakhar forced inside his body.

His fingers continued to thrust into the man for a few more minutes, the movements slowly getting rougher and bolder, fingers occasionally curling within the boy.

"Ti piace questo, da?"

His finger pulled out of him and he shifted to kneel between his parted legs, hands grasping Lino's hips and pulling them further up off the bed.

"Dimmi quanto ti piace."

His hips thrust forwards, pushing himself into the boy with a low groan, head lolling back.

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You like this, yes?

Tell me how much you like it.

And the rougher Zakhar became the more Lino struggled to contain his all ready loud moans and cries. With every stretch and curl his body jolted about, the tears starting to roll down his cheeks.

As he felt the mans long hot shaft enter inside his tight body he completely tensed over, arching his back up but still clenching with all his life to the blankets. A long desperate moan erupted from his chest as he kept himself arched, the sweat beads littering his skin.

"S-Signorino" Was all he was able to groan out, not a muscle in his body relaxing, his own arousal still erect and throbbing.

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"M-Master"

"Ti piace questo, Lino?" he asked around a low groan as he began thrusting his hips against the boy's.

"Ti piace che ti piacere in questo modo?" His thrusts slowly began to gain speed as one hand began tracing idle patterns over the boy's stomach.

He bent over Lino, nipping at his earlobe. "Ti piace sentirmi dentro di te, intorno a te, ti consuma?" he purred as his hand curled around Lino's arousal, pumping it in time with the thrusting of his hips, thumb running over his slit.

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Do you like this, Lino?

Do you like me pleasuring you like this?

Do you like feeling me inside of you; around you; consuming you?

His soles of his feet stayed planted firmly on the bed to let Zakhar drive into him harder, the soft skin around his hips probably going to bruise over from the man's strong fingertips pressing into them and gripping them tightly as he drove himself against the pup.

He could barely think, barely breath, his mind numbing over and buzzing from the total sexual euphoria surging through his senses. He could feel the man hitting his g-spot hard, something he didn't even know he had until the older lycan had showed him.

Clear pre-cum trickled it's way out of his swollen member while Zakhar once again took hold and beat him off. Shivers ran down his spine as the Russian's hot breath whispered into his ear.

He continued to grind his teeth together, tears streaming down his face. There was an ounce of pride in him that caused him to not respond to Zakhar's embarrassing questions, questions that made him feel so ashamed and dirty.

His breath came in soft pants as his hips pressed against Lino's over and over.

His thumb ran over the boy's slit again, smearing pre-cum over both his hand and the boy's member as he continued to pump him in time with the quick movement of his hips.

"Rispondimi," he ordered in a soft growl.

His tongue ran over Lino's cheeks, collecting the tears before his lips slanted against the younger Lycan's, kissing him roughly.

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Answer me

Lino let out a blubbering cry of a moan as the lycan licked up his cheeks, ramming into him and swirling his thumb against his tender slit all at once. His heart resounded in his chest quickly, his panting loud and heavy still.

"S-SI SIGNORINO!" He bellowed, his heart full of shame. Another cry escaped his lips as he bucked his entire frame about, feeling the pressure once again, threatening to overwhelm him with climatic rapture. The young wolf let go of the blankets for a split moment only to quickly latch onto them again.


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"Y-YES MASTER!"

"Bravo ragazzo," he purred in the boy's ear.

His hips pulled back slowly, stopping at the point where he was nearly out of him, before they snapped forwards, burying himself into the boy with a loud groan, one hand tightening around the boy's hip, the other pumping him faster.

The way the boys loud cries echoed in his ears was addictive. He wanted more of the sounds. he wanted to make the boy scream so loud from Ecstasy that his throat would be sore.
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Good boy

The eighteen year old boys grip never slacked on the blanket as he felt Zakhar pull out slowly. He stopped writhing but kept his body tense, albeit a shiver as he arched his back.

He whimpered at the sudden slowness the older lycan was moving at, his nostrils flaring with his quick, heavy and desperate breaths.

Once he felt the man shove inside him quickly again he couldn't help but to tug upwards against the blanket, gasping out harshly before crying out again.

The pleasure was agonizing to him. He tried to not twist and writhe about as his master ravished him, but his body wasn't strong enough to listen to his will.

The hand clutching Lino's hip slid up his body slowly, palm slicking up his damp skin.

His hips picked up a fairly slow, hard pace after the initial thrust, his hand slowing down to match the pace of his hips.

He bowed his head, tongue running over his neck as his hand found out a nipple, rolling and pinching it.

The young lycan's eyes rolled around in the back of his head. He wanted release, he wanted to let himself erupt so badly. But as soon as his body would get close to it, the older man would pull back on his motions. It was as if he could read the boy's reactions perfectly.

"M-Mmmmaestro p-per favore!" Lino begged, his body twitching and jolting from the surges of pleasure he felt rushing through it.

The teenager wasn't sure how much more of this teasing he could take. He bit down hard on his bottom lip, eyes looking desperately up to Zakhar's before squeezing his eyes shut again.

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"M-mmaster p-please!"

"Resistere," was his verbal response to the boy's plead.

His body racked with a shiver. He loved making the boy beg and plead for release. His cries and moans and the jerky movements of his body were intoxicating.

His thumb pressed against Lino's slit as his hips picked up speed again. He could feel the heat smoldering in the pit of his stomach.

Zakhar's silver eye fell on Lino's face, gazing at him through the fringe of his hair.

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Hold out

Lino held his eyes shut even tighter, a few loud whimpers escaping him. Tears continued to flood down his blushy red cheeks.

"Non-Non posso!" He cried out, practically tearing at the blankets by now. He kept his back arched up high, his face contorted into one of hopeless determination. He felt he was about ready to erupt, he was so close. It took everything he had not to, but he couldn't hold out for much longer.

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"I-I can't!"

"Resistere," he repeated breathlessly as his hips picked up speed again.

The head in his stomach was smoldering hotter now. He was close and he was planning to have Lino hold out until he came.

He purred, his hand sliding from Lino's member to grip one of the boy's hands, dragging it up to cling to his shoulder. The boys other hand soon followed. He wanted to feel the nails piercing his skin.

Lino lurched his body up as much as he could when his hands were placed on Zakhar's shoulders. The pups nails dug deep into the man's flesh out of pure sexual conviction. This time it was enough to break the skin just slightly. But he didn't even notice, his mind too busy swirling with the panic of knowing he could not do as his master wished.

He cried out as his entire body began to shake from trying to withhold himself. But it was no use. Moaning out loudly, Lino felt the hot semen shoot out from himself, coming out in forceful splurts as he orgasmed. His vision whited out for a moment at how excruciatingly intense it felt.

He let his nails drag down Zakhar's shoulders as he fell back, leaving red scratch marks in their wake. Flopping back on the pillow he gasped out loudly, writhing about a bit still from his Master's attentions, the man not being done just yet.

"Mi d-dispiace Maestro! Ho p-provato!" He wept out, knowing that Zakhar would not show mercy on him for not fulfilling his orders.

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"I'm s-sorry Master! I t-tried!"

Zakhar gave a loud moan as the nails bit into his skin harshly.

Small beads of blood welled under the boy's nails, staining their tips red and streaking down his back to stain paths along his own tanned skin.

A low growl rumbled in the man's throat, miffed that the boy had come before he had.

But since he had come, he'd force the boy to ride his orgasm to the bitter end.

His hips still continued their fast, hard pace as one hand slid back to his arousal, pumping him in time with his thrusts.

It didn't take long for him to come himself, shuddering violently as he stilled inside the boy.

He panted softly as his hand fell away from the boy's member, gazing down at him with hooded eyes.

"Mi hai disobbedito," he murmured softly.

He pulled out of the boy and moved to sit at the edge of the bed. he pat his thigh, silently ordering Lino to lay across his lap.

He didn't like being disobeyed and the changeling knew that all too well. He reached out of the belt still laid out waiting for him, folding it in half and wrapping it once around his palm, gripping it firmly.

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You disobeyed me

Lino moaned out desperately as Zakhar continued to ride him and beat him off, despite all ready having came. He jolted and bucked his body, kicking his legs about on either side of the older Lycan, unable to get away. Again he sunk his nails, now tainted with the blood of his master, into the bed sheets, tugging on them in his impetuous state. The tears were flowing down his face now more then before.

This would be something Zakhar was not unfamiliar with. The boy always wailed about and cried when things got intense like this. Partially from the physical feeling, but also from his shame that he liked it, that he let it happen.

The pup whimpered loudly as he felt his master release inside him, the hot sticky substance painting the walls inside his body yet again. He kept his eyes closed, biting his bottom lip as he could feel the older man stare down at his trembling frame.

He let out a soft gasp when the man pulled out, and then his body relaxed for the first time since they began, too weak to hold itself up or tense any longer. He crumpled, curling up on the mattress and shivering. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter when he heard the Russians words.

"Ho provato M-Maestro, ho provato" He simpered, still curled up on the bed.

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"I tried M-Master, I tried."

He patted his thigh again, the sound of his hand slapping against his muscled flesh sounding throughout the room.

"Non mi disobbedire ulteriormente."

He ran the leather over Lino's calf softly before it snapped against his skin. It wasn't hard enough to leave behind a mark yet but the warning was clear. Do as you're told before the punishment gets worse.

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Don't disobey me further

The young lycan took a deep, albeit it tremulant breath. He sat up and looked at his master, his pale gray blue eyes still burning with tears.

Obediently he crawled over to the man and laid himself across his bare lap. He tried let his mind try to wonder elsewhere, hoping he wouldn't get any new scars from this round.

"Mi dispiace Signore. Me lo merito." He said in a soft feeble voice, almost a whisper. He braced himself for what was to come.


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"I'm sorry Sir. I deserve this."

His hand stroked Lino's hair gently as the cool leather caressed his thighs and backside.

...What was wrong with him?

For the past few weeks he had found it getting increasingly more difficult to raise a hand to the boy. granted he still could - and did - but it left him with an unsettled feeling at times.

He inhaled slowly as he bought the belt down on the boy's backside twice.

Once for coming before he had permission and a second time for him not moving the first time he was ordered.

The whips merely left tingling red marks on the boy's skin. There was no broken skin, no blood. This was a much tamer punishment than he usually gave.

He was getting soft.

Lino closed his eyes lightly as he felt the caress of the leather and a strong hand feel through his hair in an almost tender fashion. He bit his bottom lip, readying himself.

The gentle touches always led to the rough ones. Always.

He stirred about and gasped when the belt whipped against him. A few more tears slid down his cheeks. Not from the pain, but from the embarrassment he felt.

He expected more then just two lashes, not moving once Zakhar had stopped. Those weren't even the strongest of whippings he'd received. They were pretty tame in fact. He whimpered out softly as he waited for the man continue, not realizing that he was done.