Taunting Untold Feelings

"Poi controlla ogni tua mossa," he purred, gripping the boy's crotch tightly before his hand slid upwards again.

He bowed his head to give the boy a rough kiss, nipping sharply at his lower lip, purring when he tasted blood. The blood had a metallic tang but it tasted strongly of both Lino and himself. His poison ran through the boys veins, making him what he was. The boy, like himself, was just an animal in a human body.

He grinned darkly. Perhaps he should take him like an animal.

Bend him over and dominate him in the truly primal act of mounting him. Out in the open like this for anyone to walk past and see.

"Spogliarsi," he ordered deeply. "Non sarà bisogno gli abiti per il momento."

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Then I shall control every move you make

Strip

You won't be needing any clothing at the moment

Lino whimpered out loudly at the order. Why did it thrill him so much to be ordered around like this? And why did he love the he loathed the idea of being humiliated like this where anyone could see?

He kissed the man back passionately, moaning out when he felt the piercing bite into his lips. He clung onto the front of his masters shirt as they made out, his body all ready very aroused.

The pup wasted no time in pulling off his clothes, letting them just float away in the pool. The water felt amazing against his bare skin. He looked up again at Zakhar, trembling as he wondered what the mans next move would be.

Zakhar purred at the whimper. Making noises already and he'd done nothing more than kiss the boy.

His tongue delved into the boy's mouth and he kissed him deeply, one hand fisting in his hair to tug his head back after he had finished kissing him. His lips and teeth trailed over the newly offered flesh, biting into his neck and sucking at it to create a dark hickey.

"E 'questo quello che vuoi? Vuoi che possedere il vostro corpo senza condizioni?"

He ground his clothed hips forwards against Lino's bare ones.

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Is this what you want? Do you want me to own your body unconditionally?

The young man moved his grip to his masters shoulders when he felt his hair being tugged back and the skin on his neck being sucked at. How he loved the way his master's lips felt against his flesh.

His arousal was all ready hard, and Zakhar would be able to tell when he thrusted his hips towards the pup.

Lino swallowed and his eyes peeked open, looking up at the beautiful blue sky as Zakhar pulled his hair back.

"da" he whispered out in his masters mother tongue.

"Allora non vi deluderà."

He pulled Lino back out into the open waters, guiding him to the large steps that lead out of the pool.

When they were there, he bent Lino over a step, his head and shoulders out of the water, then knelt behind him.

His hands caressed Lino's thighs and stomach gently before one curled around his arousal, pumping him painfully slowly.

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Then I won't disappoint

So che non sarà. The boy thought to himself after Zakhar spoke.

Lino followed his Master's guidance, clinging onto him passionately as the man led him to the stars. As he was bent over the steps, he hung his head, the water still dripping from his hair and around his face.

The pups body shivered, and while he was still propped on all fours, he spread his legs a little more for the man, letting out a soft moan at the way he moved his hand up and down his arousal.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, cheeks hot and pink from embarrassment. What would happen if someone saw him being taken over like this?

Sarebbe bene. He thought as he whimpered, his breath picking up.

Avrebbero sapere con certezza chi sei veramente. Lei è la sua.

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I know you wont

It would be good.

They would know for sure who you really are. You are his.

"Apri gli occhi. Guarda lì," he ordered, gesturing to the path that connected the pool to the mansion.

His had continued to pump the man as his other strokes over his backside and thighs slowly.

"Se qualcuno cammina su questa strada, la prima cosa che vedrai saranno stai fissando su di loro come ti ho cazzo."

He purred as he circled the boy's entrance with two fingers before pushing them into him.

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Open your eyes. Look there.

If anyone walks down that path, the first thing they'll see will be you staring at them as I fuck you

With trembling breath Lino looked up, pale blue-gray eyes staring ahead as he was told.

His whimpers grew louder as he registered what Zakhar said. He was right, and this was right. This was exactly the way things should be. The pleasure mixed with the humiliation, the torment.

This was just how Lino wanted it.

His body squirmed as he felt the two digits enter up inside of him, sucking in a harsh breath through his teeth.

He wanted to close his eyes and hang his head again, but he kept staring ahead, quivering as the man pumped away at him.

A grin curled Zakhar's lips as the younger wolf quivered.

He loved the feeling of power that he got from making the boy do something that he would normally let slide.

Usually he'd let the boy's eyes stray downwards. But today Lino wanted him to completely dominate him and dictate all his actions. So he was going to make the boy do things he wouldn't normally.

The thrusts of his hands slowly gained speed.

The boy shuddered, his vision blurring. He could feel the man's long fingers pushing in and out of him, the pool water working as a cool lubricant.

His arousal was hard and throbbing in his master's hand as he stroked it up and down. Lino wanted more, he wanted the man to hurt him, to make him cry.

"F-farmi del male maestro, p-per favore, fanno male!" He begged in between heavy breaths, still trying his best to focus on the path before them.

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"hurt me master, please, make it hurt!"

Zakhar's eyes flashed at the request.

Little Masochist.

He guided Lino further up the steps, just lifting him and placing him where he wanted him, so that only a few inches of his thighs were submersed in the water. Everything else was bared to the cool breeze.

Zakhar's hand came down on the boy's backside roughly, leaving a large, welting hand print on the skin.

The first slap was closely followed by a second, striking the already burning skin roughly.

Lino eagerly let the man guide him more up the steps, shivering as the air bit against his wet skin.

When his Master hit him, Lino's body jolted and he yelped out before clenching his teeth. A moan escaped his lips as the second strike came down upon him.

Tears welled up in his eyes but he would need more to make him actually cry. He longed for it, longed for more.

He continued to stare ahead at the path as he panted out, wondering if anyone would come by and see him being dominated like this.

He wanted it. Yes that's what he wanted. He wanted them to look into his silver eyes as was getting fucked and punished by his master.

That kind of humiliation would haunt him and he loved it.

Zakhar bowed his head, pressing his lips the the boy's soft skin.

His kisses trailed down the boy's spine slowly. When his lips found the soft flesh of a cheek, they parted.

His teeth sank into the skin harshly, tearing through layers of flesh until blood seeped from it, welling up and tracking down his tanned skin to dance along his thigh.

The Lycan's tongue followed the path of each trail of blood slowly, his tongue caressing the skin.

His hand came down on the boy's thigh, leaving another dark hand print

The pup let out a tottering sigh when he felt the graceful touch of his master's lips trail down his spine.

His eyes widened and he cried out as his skin was broken, his body struggling to get away despite him knowing that this was exactly what he wanted. Mind over matter, he forced himself to try and stay put, to take the pain.

Ami il dolore.

He bit down on his lip hard and bowed his head just once as he let his body take in the feeling of what was happening to him.

The lissome tears finally danced down his cheeks and he whimpered about loudly. He forced himself to look back up, all though it was getting hard. He wanted to hang his head in shame, but Zakhar had told him to look up, and so that's what he would do.

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You love the pain

Zakhar's hands gripped Lino's hips tightly when he struggled to get away.

His hand met with the skin of the boy's thigh again in reprimand.

Lino wasn't going anywhere. Lino had wanted this and he was going to give it to him, no matter how much the boy struggled and whined.

His tongue pressed against the broken skin brutally, prodding at the raw skin with the tip of his tongue, purring softly at the taste of blood coating his tongue.

"E 'questo quello che vuoi? E 'questo dolore abbastanza o vuoi di più?"

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Is this what you want? Is this pain enough or do you want more?

His body shivered in delight at the strong firm hands gripping onto his hips, forcing to keep him in place.

The tears kept running down his face while Zakhar laved his tongue roughly over his now wounded flesh. Struggling breaths and soft cries forced their way out of his body.

His vision got blurry again, but he continued to keep his head up. Everything Zakhar told him to do, he would do.

"P-più" was all he could moan out in a soft and weakening voice.

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"M-more"

"Quindi pronto per il dolore," he purred softly, grinning to himself as he stroked Lino's thigh and backside gently.

"Non vuoi il piacere?"

His hand slid around the boy, stroking his arousal. His fingers danced over the hardened flesh, thumb passing over his slit a couple of times.

"Non è, vero? Tu sei il mio Massochist po 'sporco. Hai voglia di sentire tutto il dolore che posso darvi," he growled softly, raising his hand to give another blistering slap to the boy's backside as he nipped sharply at the broken flesh on his other cheek.

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So ready for pain

Don't you want any pleasure?

You don't, do you? You're my dirty little Massochist. You just want to feel all the pain I can give you

The boy's breaths were intertwined with his soft and moan like whines, his body trembling more then before. The tears still rolled down his cheeks, dripping from his chin and into the water.

The soft touches, they tortured him just as much as the painful ones. When they worked together it was an unbearable stimulation.

He tilted his head back when he felt the mans fingers wrap around his member, stroking it and pressing against the sensitive flesh. He couldn't help but let out another moan.

A low growl emerged from his chest, a sound Zakhar would barely recognize coming from his pup.

"Fai il dolore piacere. Fottimi così forte che fa male." He grunted out with a sneer.

He looked ahead again, silver eyes smoldering on the path before him, still streaming with his tears.

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"Make the pleasure pain. Fuck me so hard it hurts. "

Zakhar paused when the boy beneath him began to growl.

Had he ever heard the boy growl like that? No, he didn't think so. He couldn't remember it anyway.

The older Lycan didn't know whether he was shocked or amused, or a dark mixture of the two emotions swirling together.

"Il tuo desiderio, il mio comando," he purred.

"Lo vuoi in questo modo tutti così può vedermi scopare senza pietà da dietro?" he asked, pressing his clothed hips forwards against Lino's backside, grinding slowly.

"Oppure vuoi vedere che ti cazzo?"

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Your wish, my command

Do you want it like this so everyone can see me fucking mercilessly from behind?

Or do you want to watch me fucking you?

Lino was panting heavily by now, trembling more then before. His breaths had a grunt like quality to them, a new, more animal like side beginning to show in the young wolf. This was definitely a side to the boy Zakhar would never have seen.

"N-non mi importa qu-quello che fai, fallo e basta." He said between breaths. His whimpers were gone now, replaced by a hauntingly more desperate sound.

He pressed his backside closer to Zakhar's grinding hips, his teeth clenched and the tears still falling down his face as he rolled his own hips against the man.

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"I don't care what you do, just do it. "

Zakhar shivered violently.

He loved these desperate sounds. They were raw and full of emotion and he loved them.

Zakhar fisted a hand in Lino's hair, pulling his head back and leaning over to kiss him deeply.

"Allora io ti scopare come questo in modo da poter vedere chi ci trova cazzo pure. Faranno tutti che sei mio," he purred silkily in the boy's ear, nose burying in the light brown curls.

His free hand dropped to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them and pushing them down his hips so he could grind against the boy's backside again.

"Implorare," he ordered.

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Then I shall fuck you like this so I can see whoever finds us fucking as well. They'll all know you're mine.

Beg

His vision whitened for a moment when his head was pulled back by his hair. As soon as the man's lips met his own he kissed him back fervidly, nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily through his nose.

A restless moan came from the boy when he felt his master's flesh against his own. He kept his eyes open, staring at nothing but what was ahead of him. Funny how in this moment the grass, the tree's, the flowers and the cute little path all seemed to be blurring with sin.

He tried to pull his head away from Zakhar's grip, hoping that the man will tug back and cause the searing pain to jolt through his body again.

"P-per favore scopami Padr-rone." He pleaded. His eyes burned and his body quivered from his cries.

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"P-please fuck me Mast-ter."

Just as the boy wanted, he gave his hair a sharp tug when he tried to pull away from his hold.

"Soggiorno. Put," he growled softly in his ear.

His hips ground against the boy for a few more moments before he pushed into him slowly with a soft groan.

"Che qualcuno dovrebbe pensare se hanno camminato su questa strada ora e ho visto che ti cazzo? Pensi che sarebbe disgustato o eccitato?" His tongue laved over the boy's neck before he gave another sharp tug to his hair. "Pensi che mi guarda cazzo si svolta su altri?"

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Stay. Put

What would someone think if they walked down that path now and saw me fucking you? Do you think they'd be disgusted or excited?

Do you think watching me fuck you will turn others on?

Lino let out a pained but satisfied groan when Zakhar roughly tugged back on his hair again, his body still shivering.

"Si Signore" He whispered at the order, still rolling his hips back against the man's in lustful anticipation.

"Spero che siano disgustati." He growled, his tear ridden eyes smoldering on the blurry path ahead of him.

"Sp-Spero che..... mi vedono e non ......vuole guardare di nuovo, perché sapranno........ che io sono tuo e solo tuo." He confessed in desperate breaths between gasps and maons as his Master thrusted himself inside his weakening body.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he struggled to breath amidst all of his grunts and whines and gasping escaping him.


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"Yes Sir"

"I hope they are disgusted"

"I hope they'll see me and never want to look at me again because they'll know that I'm yours and only yours."

His tongue laved over the younger Lycan's neck before biting into the soft flesh.

"La cerchiamo di dare loro qualcosa di cui essere disgustato," he purred.

The older man pulled out of the boy and moved to sit on the edge of the pool, pulling Lino towards him.

He guided Lino into his lap, also facing the path. His hands gripped the boy's thighs, guiding him down onto his member with a soft groan.

"Toccati."

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The let's give them something to be disgusted about

Touch yourself