A New Place To Play

The boy continued his pumping motions, gaining speed as he went, stopping only to lick his palm every now and then to make it easier and more pleasurable for his Master.

He let his thumb run over his master's slit, pressing against it in circular motions before jerking him off again.

He'd rotate between those two transactions, the pumping to the specific attentions on the the head of his masters arousal.

He shivered a little as he felt his master lick his shoulder and whisper into his ear. His breath was hot and steamy against the older lycan's chest.

Eventually he got the idea to try and further the man's pleasure.

Gingerly he wrapped his lips around one of Zakhar's nipples and flicked it with the tip of his tongue before licking it harder.

As he did this he never let up on working his hand with his Master's shaft.

Zakhar's breathing slowly picked up, coming in soft pants as he thrust against the boy's hand, tongue laving over his neck.

Soft moans escaped his parted lips as Lino's thumb pressed against his slit.

A sharp intake of breath sounded and his head lolled back, baring his throat as he groaned, pressing his torso closer to the younger Lycan's lips.

Lino picked up his motions, rapidly working against Zakhar's rolling hips. His own ankles were still bound to the table so he couldn't move his legs much.

To keep himself balanced better he used his free hand to cling to the mans shoulder.

He licked and swirled his tongue around his masters chest as he massaged his arousal rigorously, his hand nearly becoming a blur he worked so fast.

His soft pants were quickly growing heavy and the rolling of his hips became more erratic as the boy worked.

He swallowed thickly, pressing his face against the side of Lino's, panting in his ear.

"Dio," he murmured softly before a loud groan sounded as he jerked and a shiver wracked his entire body as he came.

The boys eyes widened when he heard his Master utter that breathy word into his ear.

His body flinched a little as he felt the familiar feeling of Zakhar's hot seed shooting out onto his body, landing on his upper stomach and parts of the eighteen year old's chest and hand.

He gradually slowed his motions down as he felt his master start to relax. Once he let his hands drop he laid back down on the table, staring up at the ceiling.

His pale silver blue eyes glossed over, his expression tired and worn. His lips were parted slightly as he breathed in and out slow and deep.

Zakhar slumped down on the table next to the boy, narrowly missing falling on top of the boy.

His breathing evened out slowly.

"Non è così male come si pensava che sarebbe stato quando mi fissò in preda al panico prima, da?" His lips quirked into a little grin.

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Not as bad as you thought it would be when you stared at me in panic earlier, yes?

Lino closed his eyes once his master laid beside him on the metal frame.

He kept his head straight, still facing the wall as his master asked him the question.

"N-Né padrone. Non avrei dovuto d-dubitare di te." He said in a weak voice. His throat was a bit sore from all of the screaming.

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"N-No Master. I shouldn't have doubted you."

"Ti è permesso di dubitare di me di tanto in tanto," he chuckled softly.

"Basta che non qui. So cosa si sente bene. Puoi fidarti di me qui." he was confident in his sexual prowess.

If nothing else, Zakhar was good for sex.

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You're allowed to doubt me occasionally

Just not here. I know what feels good. You can trust me here.

All the pup could do was humm out in response, still feeling worn and exhausted.

Bits of glistening white cum decorated the young lycans torso and thighs from both his own release as well as his masters.

He was too tired to unfasten the bondage around his ankles, too weak to sit up even.

Zakhar stretched languidly, giving a satisfied moan as his back clicked.

His eyes flickered over Lino and he grinned. "Sei un disastro." His tone was light and joking, silver eye gleaming in amusement.

He lifted a hand to run his fingers through a bit of semen on the boy's thigh, rubbing it between his fingers idly. "Forse il bagno è in ordine?"

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You're a mess

Perhaps a bath is in order?

The boy kept his eyes shut lightly, though the took in his masters presence in all other aspects. The way his back cracked, the shuffling of him moving, his scent and the words he said.

He swallowed when he felt his master gently caress his thigh.

"Riesco a malapena a muoversi." He admitted weakly, his voice still shot.

Did this dungeon even have a room where he could wash off at? Or would he have to go all the way back to the comfort of his dorms to clean up.

That would be horribly embarrassing, anyone they may bump into on the way from here to there being able to get a pretty good idea of his predicament.

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"I can barely move."

Zakhar chuckled softly, fingers taking to tracing idle circles on the boy's thigh.

He began humming softly, an old chant the village mothers used to sing to their children when the day was quiet.

The tune lulled him into a serene mood. He gazed at Lino through half lidded eyes, hand now laying flat on the boy's thigh.

Tears began to well up behind Lino's eyes and he shut them even tighter.

The way his master hummed was deep and beautiful, comforting and secure. He'd never heard him do that before. It made his heart ache.

He subconsciously let out small whimper as he furrowed his brow, cheeks pink. His tears were threatening to spill over. But he didn't want to try.

Granted, he never wanted to cry, but in the intense lustful moments the master and slave experienced together he couldn't help himself. He was too focused on the way his body was feeling and reacting to stop himself from letting a few tears and sobs escape.

But now? Now things were calm and still. His lip quivered as he tried to contain his stirring emotions, the aching he felt deep inside his chest and the knot churning and grinding in his stomach.

"Ti disturbo?" he asked softly, eyes flickering to the younger Wolf, his tune cutting short.

The whimper hadn't escaped his notice.

If he was annoying the boy, he wished he'd tell him instead of suffering through it. He didn't want to annoy the boy.

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Am I disturbing you?

"Perdonami per favore padrone" Was all he was able to choke out before using his forearm to cover his eyes, a small sob escaping his lips.

It was happening again. Everything was clashing. The cold sadistic man was humming a beautiful tune, his demeanor was friendly and warm.

This didn't make any sense, and Lino didn't think he could handle it. It made his heart and his mind ache with confusion and fear.

A different kind of fear than he felt when being lashed or dominated. It was a fear of uncertainty. That the only thing left constant in his life, the only thing he was able to count on, was slipping.

His mind was slipping.

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Forgive me please master.

Zakhar watched the boy sob silently.

He knew that touching him and trying to comfort him would make thing worse. He'd just sit it out.

Be patient while the boy worked the emotion out of him.

This was getting coamplicated. Ever since he had asked for friendship. Anything he did that was outside his usual rough exterior had the boy tense or scared.

Would it be easier for the boy if he stopped doing things like singing and being compassionate around him? Would that keep the boy calm?

Lino was able to gain composure of himself quickly again, sniffling a little as the tears died down.

He still felt a knot in his throat but he was able to keep it at bay now at least. He kept his arm rested over his eyes though, not really wanting to move in the slightest.

He'd remain immobile like that until Zakhar released the restraints around his ankles, all though with his wrists free he could have done it himself. Still it felt like he would be challenging the man if he freed his own bondage.

Zakhar slid from the table and glanced at Lino.

He shook his head and padded away, collecting the boys clothes and tossing them to his stomach.

He made quick work of the cuffs around his ankles then started towards the exit, pulling his slacks back up around his thighs.

The Lycan would try this approach. Go back to behind the solid person he had been before with little in the way of compassion and see how that affected the boy.

If it had a positive effect, he'd stick to it.

Once the older lycan had released the boy he sat himself up and pulled his knees up to his chest.

He blinked a few times as he watched Zakhar go, a guilty feeling wrenching in his gut to the point that it actually physically hurt.

Silently he slipped his clothes back on, sliding off of the metal table. He looked at the sounding kit and the other tools they had used, gathering them up to clean them off and sterilize them.

He slid the sound around in his fingers as he washed it off, still not believing what it had been used for, still unable to comprehend just how exactly it felt so agonizingly good.

He felt smutty for having liked it so much, for having thrashed about and reacted so lustfully.

Once he had everything back in it's place and sterile he put his hands in his pockets and slowly made his way up the stairs.

His head was hung and his curls draped over into his eyes as he stared at the floor, making his way back to the dorm room so he could clean himself off better.

The now dry and clear substance still stuck to his skin from under his clothes.