A New Place To Play

Zakhar walked through the halls purposefully, the heels of his heavy boots clicking against the hardwood flooring.

He wore his usual dress; black slacks, combat boots, white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top buttons opened and a simple black waistcoat. The only difference today was that his hair was tied back out of his face, leaving behind the few stubborn strands of hair that always stayed in his eyes.

The Lycan didn't need to glance back to know that Lino was following behind him obediently.

Finally he came to the end of a hall and opened a door, descending the stairs into the pitch black basement. He was old enough to be able to see well enough in the dark to not trip over anything.

"Chiudi la porta dietro di voi," he ordered as he carried on into the darkness.

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Lock the door behind you

Lino stared at the floor as he followed behind Zakhar, focusing on the soles of his boots and how heavy his footsteps were. He didn't care what anyone said, this man was made of power. This man was his God.

He watched his master descend down the dark looking stairs, a little knot of anxiety forming in his gut. This was only furthered by Zakhar's orders.

The boy stepped in and locked the door behind him as told, squinting his eyes to try and better see in the dark. He placed his hand up against the wall and let it slide down with him as he walked slowly down the stairs in near blindness.

"Maestro Ri.. Riesco a malapena a vedere ....." He mumbled the further down he descended.

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"Master I.. I can barely see....."

When he hit the bottom of the steps, he flicked a light switch on and breezed through an open door into the illuminated room.

His hand caressed the wood of a table as he gazed out into the room.

He had come down into the basement looking for some good wine and had stumbled upon this place.

Zakhar turned to gauge Lino's reaction as he walked into the room and caught sight of the toys and equipment that would put a sex shop to shame.

Lino squinted again when the lights were flicked back on. He let his eyes adjust and blinked a few times before registering what was before him.

He looked down at his feet, cheeks getting pink immediately. So this was what his Master had wanted to show him.

How ironic that the new home they move into would carry a dungeon such as this. It was as if it was made for the man and his pup.

His lips quirked into a dark grin.

It always amused him how easy he could make the boy blush. He didn't have to put any effort into trying; he blushed so easily.

"Che cosa dobbiamo fare per prima?" he purred lowly, eyes flickering over the different pieces of equipment. He would enjoy trying all this out eventually.

"È possibile ottenere la prima scelta. Scegli il tuo veleno."

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What shall we try first

You get first choice. Pick your poison.

With trembling hands Lino began to undress himself, unbuttoning his over shirt and letting it fall off, moving to take off his belt and pull down the zipper on his jeans. He still did not look up from the floor.

He didn't answer the man, he couldn't do that. Most of these things he didn't even know what they were. He reached up and held onto the tag on his collar, pressing the metal between his finger tips.

"Si è scelto per me Maestro." He hesitantly muttered as he looked up at the strong man, silver blue eyes big and despondent.

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"You chose for me Master."

Zakhar stared back at the man, not amused.

"Suvvia, ti ho dato una scelta. Scegli." This wasn't up for debate. Lino would choose what was going to happen to him or he'd keep him standing there nude for the rest of the night, embarrassing him with dirty words to the point where the boy would believe his cheeks would never lose their shade of red.

He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against a table, waiting impatiently for the boy to choose.

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Come now, I gave you a choice. Choose.

Lino pulled his jeans down and stepped out of them, then started walking towards the table to get a better look at his "poison." He took his shirt off as he approached as well, leaving him in only his boxers.

There were all sorts of things on display. Many he'd didn't even know exactly how they were used. There were restraints, cuffs, whips and paddles and some sort of machine like equipment.

Finally the pup spotted something that looked pretty tame. A tool kit sort of looking thing, with red cushioning and rows of sliver looking rods. They were not very thick though, and didn't look to be spiked or have any sharp edges. Whether they were used for cool caresses, tiny lashes, or even anal probing Lino didn't know. But they didn't look like they could do much damage.

"Che poi." He said softly, pointing to the kit and then looking back down, crossing his arms behind his back and holding his elbows.

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"That then"

Zakhar's eyes flickered down to the kit, lip twitching. "Quello?"

It was quite obvious the boy had no idea what he had picked. He had gone for what looked like the safest choice. bad idea when it came to things like this.

He pushed off the table and prowled towards the boy, herding him backwards until the backs boys knees hit the cool metal of a table. He grinned crookedly as he pushed Lino back gently to lie down.

The Lycan made quick work of strapping the boy to the table. He perched on the edge of the table by Lino's hip and grinned, leaning over to kiss him slowly. "Cercate di non urlare troppo forte," he purred softly, his voice lined with sadistic amusement.

Zakhar flitted away from his tied up boy to retrieve what he needed, returning after he had collected everything together, setting them down on the table next to the boy's side as he perched in the same place next to his hip.

His hand smoothed up Lino's thigh slowly before curling around his member, pumping him a couple of times. He bent his head to flick his tongue over the head of his member before pressing his lips to it. He couldn't keep the grin from curling his lips as he pulled away and picked up the syringe.

He pressed down on the end of the syringe, pushing the contents of it into the boy's arousal slowly, watching his face intently.

The Lycan wet his fingers with the same lube that filled the syringe, running the smallest sound through his wet fingers. He wasn't cruel enough to start on a bigger sound. He'd get the boy used to the smaller ones first before moving onto bigger ones.

He positioned the sound and turned his bright silver eye to the younger Lycan. "Preparato?" he purred as he pushed the sound into the boy slowly.

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That?

Try not to scream too loud.

Ready?

Lino nodded his head at the first thing his Master said, feeling a little unnerved at the way his lip twitched like that.

He looked up into his masters eyes as he pushed him back, gasping out softly when his knee's hit the back of table. He clung to the mans shoulders as Zakhar laid him back down on it gently, the cold surface giving him small chills.

He let his body go limp as his master bound him with the fur lined leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles. That feeling wasn't one that was new to him, being restrained like that.

Once his master kissed him, he eagerly kissed back, putting a lot of passion behind it. He still felt guilty about what happened before, when he rejected the older lycan's kindness and the heaviness that set in the room thereafter.

He blinked his eyes open when his Master whispered in his ear like that. Try not to scream? He swallowed and bit his lip, heart rate picking up. Maybe he hadn't chose such a safe option after all....

He stared up at the ceiling and took a deep breath as he felt the mans strong touch pumping slowly against his shaft. The arousal started to swell and it wasn't long till he was hard from the man's attentions. He took in a little gasp of air when he felt his tongue and lips grace the head of his member. God that felt so good.

He looked over once his master had stopped, spotting the syringe. What was that for? As Zakhar held it up to his slit his eyes grew wide, and he squirmed a little in his bindings.

"Maestro che-- che cosa-?!" He tried to ask but his words were cut off as soon as he felt the tip of it slip inside him. He gasped out loudly and curled his toes tight, clenching his fists together. He let out a long soft moan, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he felt the lubricant fill up the inside of his shaft. Once the syringe was pulled away bit's of the jelly oozed out of him and he whimpered loudly, his body beginning to tremble.

He looked back down with big sliver blue eyes at the older lycan, a terrified look on his face. They'd done a lot together, but never anything quiet like this.

His breaths were quick and heavy as he watched the man hold the first sound up to his slit. This couldn't be happening. Before the boy had a chance to answer the question he all ready felt it being pushed down inside of his urethra.

His body completely tensed over again and he cried out a loud and desperate yelp, trying to yank against his retrains though it was no use.

"Dio mioooo" He moaned out in sensational agony, feeling the thing stretch down further and further inside him, stuffing him completely.


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"Master wha-- what the!?"

"Oh my god"

Zakhar's lips curled into an amused grin as the boy gasped and moaned in response to the syringe.

If he thought that was the best of it, he would be in for a mighty fine surprise.

"Non c'è nulla di cui preoccuparsi," he murmured comfortingly, free hand lifting to stroke the younger Lycan's hair as he looked at him with panicked eyes. Zakhar liked kinks but he wouldn't do anything he couldn't control with the boy. He wouldn't put him in harms way without knowing he could control it.

"Shhh," he murmured softly, stroking his cheek and neck to soothe him. He didn't want the boy to panic. That'd take the enjoyment out of this.

Slowly, Zakhar pulled the sound almost out before pushing it back in against just as slowly.

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There's nothing to worry about

Lino focused on getting control over his breathing, focusing on exhaling in and out deeply as to not let himself get to hysteria. The tender way his Master stroked his hair, cheek, and neck soothed him greatly. There was nothing to worry about. There was nothing to worry about. He kept repeating the mans words in his head over and over as he calmed himself down.

He was still breathing heavily, but not panicked like he was a few moments ago. He continued to shiver, his member stiff and pink from the attentions he was receiving.

He arched his back up and tilted his head as the sound was slowly pulled out, moaning loudly again. He'd never felt anything like that in his life. The way the metal stretched up and slid against the inside of his most sensitive area's was unbelievably stimulating, like an orgasm in slow motion. He wiggled his legs about and jolted his hips slightly as it was pushed back down in.

"Dio" He moaned out again, dragging out the "o". He sucked in another deep breath right afterwards, eyes shut tight as they could be.

"Ti piace questo, da?" His lips curled upwards softly as he stroked the boy's neck gently. Nothing to worry about.

"Vedi? Niente di cui preoccuparsi."

This wasn't hurting the boy. From the looks and sounds he was giving off, it seemed to be quite the opposite.

His hand slid down the boys body, skimming over a nipple as his hand moved down to press against his pelvis to prevent him from bucking.

"Non Dio; Zakhar," he purred lowly, pulling the sound out again. He wanted the boy to call out his name.

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You like this, yes?

See? Nothing to worry about.

Not God; Zakhar

The pup bit down on his lip tightly, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in and out quickly. His eyes remained closed as much as they possibly could be, his brow contorted upwards from the intensity.

Again as his master slowly pulled the sound out he groaned out loudly. His hips tried to raise up against the man's hand, his stomach quivering as he pulled at the restraints on his ankles and wrists again. It was like getting fucked, but it was his member instead. The lubricant caused all sorts of tingling sensations as the metal tool moved about and pulled from the inside of him.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Z-Zakhar!" he panted out, crying the older man's name through his gasps and whimpers, his entire body shivering violently by now.

Zakhar groaned softly as the boy cried out his name.

He shifted a little in his place. "Non ti muovere," he ordered as he lifted his hand from Lino's pelvis and moved it to the zipper of his slacks. The trousers were getting far too tight for his liking.

He unzipped his trousers and pushed both them and his boxers down his hips to free his arousal, groaning again as he wrapped his hand around it and gave it a few slow pumps.

Atfer only a handful of pump he laid his hand back on the boy's hip and began thrusting the sound inside him again.

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Don't move

Lino became as still as he could, save for the way his body shivered out of his control. His arousal bobbed slightly, the lubricant jelly still oozing out of it slowly.

He peeked his eyes open and watched Zakhar pleasure himself for a moment, a hot feeling coming over him as he did. His silver pale eyes saw the man's erection and it only helped with his own.

When the sound was again entered inside him the sucked in deeply for air, eyes fluttering shut and brow furrowing. He gripped onto the leather suspending the cuffs on his wrists to the bed, just to have something he could cling to.

Mindlessly he tried to pull his knees up, but the retrains around his ankles kept his legs still as they flexed, trying to pull away.

He whimpered loudly with every breath he took, tilting his head to the side, his short puffy curls spilling out around his face.

His lip twitched as an idea struck him.

He shifted as he pulled the sound out of him again, his tongue laving along the length of the boy's arousal slowly.

How worked up could he make the boy?

He'd enjoy finding out.

Zakhar blew softly on the end of Lino's arousal as he pushed the tool back into him again.

Lino's eyes flew open again when he felt not only the climatic way the sound was extracted from him, but also the hot wet tongue of his master lathering up his shaft as well. He arched his body about, crying out loudly.

His eyes rolled back in his head before he squeezed them shut yet again, trembling even more violently with the ecstasy his body was experiencing.

"Ahhh! AH! M-Maestro! Zakhar!" He bellowed out loud enough to echo inside the dungeon walls, pulling away at his restraints as much as he could.

He smirked.

He seemed to like that. How could he deny the boy something he liked so cruelly? It just wasn't in him to do so.

Zakhar pulled away from the boy for a mere moment to suck on two fingers of the hand that had been on the boy's hip. His hand slid between the boy's thighs and he pressed his wet fingers against the tight ring of muscles.

"Grido," he ordered as, all at once, he pushed his fingers into the boy, pulled the sound out and ran his tongue over his arousal.

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Scream

He was full of so much sexual conviction that he could barely focus his thoughts or vision on anything at the moment.

He stretched his fingers out before clinging back onto the leather, weakly peeking his eyes open only to see his master lubricating his own fingers.

Another whimpering moan escaped his lips as he registered the meaning of that, anticipating the action.

Even had the older lycan not ordered him to scream he would have done so anyway. The intensity was blinding. He lurched his body about and screamed out louder than he had in a long time, tears welling up in his eyes, his cheeks turning crimson.

That was music to his ears.

A scream full of pleasure like that hadn't sounded from the boy's lips in a long time and he reveled in it.

He had been the one to cause that scream. He was the one bringing his boy pleasure. This boy belonged to him and only him.

"Vieni per me," he purred as each movement sped up. He wanted this to be unforgettable for the boy. He had chosen for this to happen and he wanted the boy to know that his choice had been good.

He'd give the boy as much pleasure as he possibly could with these tools.

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Come for me

Every breath, every inhale and exhale was accompanied by a loud desperate moan or whimper now.

The young lycan thrashed his head back and yanked against the restraints as much as he could, the leather around his ankles and wrists rubbing against his flesh enough to leave it red. Were it not for the fur lining the skin would have been broken.

His stomach, the insides of his thighs, his chest, everything quivered about in a spasm from the climax rising within him.

If he felt like he was getting fucked before that was nothing compared to now. The thrusting from his masters fingers combined with the quick motions in which the sound was shoving in and out of his arousal was overwhelming. And Zakhar's tongue only added to that overwhelming pleasure.

He continued to scream out between the moans and gasps, tears freely falling down his cheeks.

The hot white liquid squirted out from the boy's tortured phallus, pushing to get out against the metal sound inside him.

In that moment he arched his back up high, eyes wide, fingers outstretched, but he didn't make a sound. He was in too much ecstasy to be able to, his lungs forgetting how to breath, his vocals getting caught up in his chest and throat.

When he felt the pressure against the sound, he pulled it out slowly one last time, twisting it as he did, tongue running along his length again, fingers pulling out of him just as slowly as the sound.

His lips trailed kisses up the man's stomach until he found his lips.

The kiss was deep and long and full of lust.

Zakhar unbuckled the cuffs around Lino's wrists one at a time, massaging the red skin gently, still not breaking away from the kiss.

Slowly he sat up, pulling Lino to sit up with him so he was straddling the boy's lap. "Aiutatemi," he murmured softly, guiding one of the boy's hands to his neglected arousal, curling the boys fingers around it and guiding his hand to pump him at a fast pace.

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Help me

As soon as the boy was done with his released he sucked in a deep gulp of air, relaxing himself back down against the table.

His wrists hung limply and the only movement he had now was the way his chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. His eyes still rolled around in his head as they blinked open and shut. Little stars blinked in his vision from how intense it was.

No, he would definitely never forget this exact moment.

He weakly kissed his master back, but was feeling pretty spent. As each wrist was free'd from the bondage it fell down against the table listlessly.

He rested his head against his Masters shoulder and began pumping his hand on his own. All though he was still fairly exhausted he was able to gather up the vigor it took to beat his master off in a quick and enjoyable way.

The pup's hands had a way with feeling. Soft, rotating in pressures, from tugs and squeezes to strokes and caresses he took in the feel of his Master's arousal, doing his best to pleasure him.

His own body still throbbed from his recent orgasm, especially the head of his member. Never before had it been treated in that way. When he came it had forced most of the jelly out, but he thought he could still feel it tingling inside him.

His eyes slid shut and he buried his face in Lino's neck.

He gave a soft shiver as his hips thrust against the hand stroking and squeezing and caressing him. He loved the feel of his pups hand around his arousal.

Zakhar's tongue laved over the boy's shoulder as he felt the telltale heat start churning in the pit of his stomach.

"Non smettere di," he purred softly

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Dont stop