[M] Mi dispiace di aver dubitato di te, Maestro.

The eighteen year old boy followed along behind his master as he lead them back towards their room. He knew he was in trouble for taking the collar off.

"Perché l'ho fatto?" He wondered silently. His face carried no real expression except for one of shame. Behind the pale silver blue eyes was a stirring sort of pain.

He had been so scared when Zakhar was gone, he found himself going to the man that he trusted and befriended, Farris.

Farris had told him he shouldn't wear the collar. He'd been trying to get Lino to take it off for some time now and only succeeded after the boy thought his Master had left him.

But that was wrong. Zakhar was back and now he would have the face the consequences for ever doubting that his master would return.

All of this he would never tell the man. Lino was scared to think of what the Russian man may do if he knew of Farris's promptings.

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"What was I thinking?"

Zakhar led Lino through the hallways with purpose.

He was still angry - fuming - over the fact that he had dared take his collar off. It was a personal offence to the Russian. One that he wouldn't let slide so easily.

He said nothing as he walked. He didn't glance back at Lino to make sure he was following. For his own sake, Lino damn well better be following him. There would be even worse punishments if he wasn't.

Zakhar was not in the mood to tolerate any form of disobedience.

"Evgeni," he snapped, stalking into their bedroom.

"Here. Now." There was no room for disobedience in his voice. If Evgeni didn't come to him he would be killed. It was that simple.

Evgeni was in the shower when Zakhar burst into the room, freezing at the tone of the man's voice. Never had he heard the man so pissed off before. Never. It made a spiteful smile curl at the corner of his lips.

He liked knowing that Zakhar was annoyed, even if it meant that he was in for something.

Had he done anything to annoy him that much? He couldn't remember. Part of him hoped that he didn't, part of him hoped that he did.

The man stepped out of the shower, wrapping himself in only a towel. It wasn't as if Zakhar hadn't seen him naked before.

"What?"

The young wolf stood closely behind his Master. He looked down at the floor, a puzzled expression on his face.

How did Zakhar know this man?

Lino remembered when Evangi had taunted him, when he held him down and licked and sucked along his neck to leave a hickey. The Italian boy had done everything he could to hide that from Zakhar, not only for his sake but for Evangi's.

How did Zakhar know who this man was? And what did he want to do with him now?

Lino's mind raced with questions, but he remained silent, waiting to see Zakhar's next move.

The Lycan merely stepped forwards and grabbed Evgeni's hair, yanking at it as he began towards the door again.

Once again, he didn't even glance at Lino.

The boy would follow. He hadn't been told to stay here so he had no choice but to follow his Master.

Zakhar dragged Evgeni along the halls, through the Vestibule and down into the basement.

"So much as groan when I have not told you to and you will die," he growled darkly in Evgeni's ear as he threw him forwards so he crumpled in a heap on the floor.

It took mere moments to find a rope and begin tying it around the older Wolf, threading it through a bracket on the ceiling and hoisting the man up. He tied the rope off then turned to Lino.

He cocked his head, gesturing for him to follow as he made his way to the wall. Mounted on the wall was a sex machine and some heavy metal cuffs. It took no time at all to fix Lino into the cuffs so he was stood with his legs spread wide and his hands above his head.

With a little manoeuvring, he pushed the dildo of the machine into Lino and flicked the switch to turn it on.

"Guarda noi. Non staccare lo sguardo di noi. Non chiudere gli occhi. Non distogliere lo sguardo. Non venire," he growled lowly, gripping the boy's throat, glaring down into his eyes.

"Non sei degno della mia attenzione in modo da stasera questa macchina vaffanculo al mio posto."

And then he let go of the boy, turning to face Evgeni.

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Watch us. Do not take your eyes off of us. Do not close your eyes. Do not look away. Do not come

You are not worthy of my attention so tonight this machine will fuck you in my place

A panicked snarl ripped through he throat, scrabbling at the man's hands and arms as he was dragged along the hallway.

But he stilled immediately at the man's words, hands dropping heavily to his sides as he panted softly, blood slowly draining from his face.

What had he done? Lino was here so... Was it about the time that he sexually harrassed him? Had Zakhar found out?

But... it might not be about that. He had better be quiet.

Evgeni winced as he was shoved onto the floor and bound, trying not to make a noise. He could feel the ropes cutting into his skin, rubbing away at his flesh. And he was completely bound to a clearly infuriated man. This was not where he wanted to be right now.

His muscles trembled as he tried to keep his head up from the suspension.

And follow Zakhar Lino did. A knot formed in his stomach as he witnessed Zakhar dragging the man through the hallways. The boy had not seen Zakhar display this level of aggression with anyone else other than him.

Once he realized where they were headed he could feel his heart drop from his chest. He’d only been in the dungeon with Zakhar once before, but never with anyone else.

The pup felt the air get thin as Zakhar threatened Evangi. He watched with big pale eyes as the oldest Lycan suspended the man in the air. It was lovely ropework. An art almost that Zakhar had perfected. And yet such art pierced the boy with fear.

Quickly the boy followed when Zakhar motioned for him to. He closed his eyes, the familiar blush coming to his face as his master stripped him down and suspended him with spread legs over the machine.

A stifled groan came from his lips as he felt the dildo get pushed up inside him. He squeezed his eyes shut even more when Zakhar turned it on, the pumping making him whimper as he tried to keep quiet.

Once he felt the man’s hand around his throat he weakly squinted open his eyes, looking into the Russian man’s glimmering silver one. The glare on his face seemed to cut down right into the Italian boy’s core.

“S-si signore.” He said, his voice shaky and soft.

No matter what he would obey Zakhar’s wishes.

He turned again when Lino spoke, hand striking the boy's cheek.

"Non hai il permesso di parlare. Frena la lingua," he growled darkly. He wasn't in the mood for any disobedience. None whatsoever.

After taking a moment to glare down at the boy he turned his back again.

He wasn't in the mood for false pleasantries. If he was he would have told Evgeni he had a gift for him, teased him a bit, had some fun.

But right now he was far too angry.

He merely stalked forwards, pulling the Lycan's collar out of his pocket and fastening it around his throat. He was calm enough, at least, to make sure it wasn't fastened too tight before moving away.

The rack of leather on skin pierced the air a few moments later as Zakhar returned with a whip and struck Lino's thigh.

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You did not have permission to speak. Hold your tongue

Evgeni remained silent as the collar was fixed around his neck. He really didn't like this. It made him feel owned. He didn't want to be this man's slave, and he didn't want to be collared.

But he had never seen Zakhar this angry before and even he knew that it was probably a good idea to shut up and take what he was given right now.

But he wouldn't thank Zakhar. Zakhar had told him not to speak, and he wouldn't.

The eighteen year old cried out when he felt Zakhar strike him. He whimpered as he stifled back tears, the fuck machine making it even harder for him to remain silent. He looked down, feeling too ashamed to even look at Zakhar. He could feel the man’s eyes burning into him though, such pressure enough to make him feel sick with guilt.

He deserved this. He truly deserved all of this and then some. Hell Zakhar was being merciful compared to what Lino felt he really had coming.

The young wolf’s breathing was gradually picking up as the machine worked away at him. His thighs twitched as he subconsciously tried to pull them together, but with no avail. His erection was growing from feeling the object working away inside of him, pounding against the sensitive parts inside his body.

He was sure to keep his eyes open and watch though, just as Zakhar had ordered.

"Scream for me," he purred darkly at the older Lycan as his arm came down once more, whipping his thigh once again.

The whipping slowly gained a rhythm, over and over the whip struck Evgeni's skin.

A low purr started rumbling in his chest as the skin under the whip darkened. Bruised.

It wasn't enough.

The rhythm was disrupted and an even louder crack sounded as be bought the whip down with the intent to break the skin.

A smirk curled his lips as blood welled up on the man's skin.

Evgeni hissed a breath, jerking as the whip his skin for the second time, teeth grit tightly as he attempted to remain silent. The hissing and whimpering noises became softer cries as Zakhar continued to whip him, body twisting and jerking in the rope.

He had to stay silent, he had to. He had to have this one act of defiance.

But he could feel the volume of his cries and groans slowly becoming louder as Zakhar whipped him, eyes starting to sting and water from the strength of the lashes.

Finally, his will left him as his skin tore under the leather, letting out a long, drawn out scream.

Tears welled in Lino's eyes as he watched his Master, his God, torture and defile Evangi like this.

They fell down the boys face in large cascading streaks, causing his pale and soft skin to glisten.

He dug his nails into his palm, his muscles flexing as his body tensed up. His toes curled and his frame quivered from everything that was happening to him. From witnessing the sadism to feeling the machine work away at himself, it was all overwhelming to the young man.

A blubbering sob escaped his lips after Evangi screamed out. How? How did Zakhar know exactly how to punish him? How could he have even known what this would do to the Italian boy?

He ignored the youngest Lycan's sobs and cries in favour of watching blood streak down Evgeni's tanned skin.

It was a beautiful sight. Watching each drop run over his skin, staining the skin red as it passed over the contours of his thigh.

A soft moan sounded as he dropped to his knees in front of Ev's thigh.

He leaned forwards, lapping up one bead of blood, tracing the trail it had left behind all the way up to the wound. He repeated the process numerous times before growing bored and biting into the cut harshly, causing more blood to spill.

Another moan sounded, louder this time, as blood began to fill his mouth.

The metallic taste was addictive.

He let out a relieved sigh as Zakhar stopped whipping him, body dropping down as he untensed. A soft whimper escaped his lips as the man's tongue chased up his blistered and mutilated thigh, squirming uncomfortably.

His thigh throbbed so much that it was almost numb. The man let out a shaky breath as he started to feel the pain start to subside, shifting as well as he could in his bindings.

A shriek of surprise and pain ripped from the back of his throat as teeth tore through his skin, twisting and writhing with a sob.

By now Lino was panting, gasping, and chocking on his tears. His stomach quivered, his thighs twitched, and he perched himself up on his tiptoes to try and ease the relentless machine up inside of him.

He felt his knees could give out at any moment as moans and cries escaped him. More torturous then all of that though was watching what was happening before him.

The boy struggled to keep his eyes open, to watch the scene. He couldn't. He could barely stand it. Maybe... just maybe if he closed his eyes Zakhar would focus his attention on him instead of Evangi.

Even the worst of beatings and sexual torment would be better then witnessing what was before him.

And with that Lino disobeyed his master yet again, closing his eyes and hanging his head as cries and groans escaped from his lips.

His lips quirked with a grin when Ev writhed and sobbed.

How beautiful. He loved it when his Slaves writhed in painful torment. It was something he absolutely adored.

For the first time, he turned his gaze towards Lino. "Volete quest-"

He paused mid sentence, eyes narrowing in a glare. He wasn't watching him. How dare he go against an order?

The Russian stood, reaching in his pocked for the remote that Tyrael gave him, pressing the button of the lowest setting to bring pain to Ev even if he wasn't paying attention to him.

"Stai diventando uno schiavo molto disobbediente, Lino. Non vuoi essere il mio schiavo? Mi stai dicendo che non vuoi che io con questa disobbedienza?" He stared hard at the boy for a moment before a loud growl rumbled in his chest.

"Apri gli occhi e rispondimi tu patetico pezzo di merda!" he yelled down at the boy, lifting one hand to fist it in Lino's hair, yanking his face up.

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Do you wis-

You are becoming a very disobedient slave, Lino. Do you not wish to be my Slave? Are you telling me you do not want me with this disobedience?

Open your eyes and answer me you pathetic piece of shit!

His head turned to gaze back at Zakhar, half-lidded eyes lingering hazily on that smirk. Zakhar enjoyed putting him in pain. That much was obvious.

He knew himself the joys of having someone at your complete mercy, knew the pleasure that people got from it. He wished that he was the one in that position now, not trussed up in rope.

Another cry ripped from his lips as the button was pressed, body arching as a shudder rippled through it with the flow of electricity. What... what was that?! He wanted to scrabble at the collar around his neck, but his hands were bound. The pain rippled down his spine, and made him twist and jerk from the flow of pain.

"Take it off!" he yelled, the noise more panicked than angry or defensive.

Good, it was working. Zakhar had left Evangi’s side and turned his attention towards Lino, just as he had hoped would happen.

The boys eyes rolled around inside his skull as the machine continued to pump inside of him. His toes had turned white from the pressure of his body weight being on them for so long.

Zakhar’s words struck a sensitive spot inside of Lino’s heart. He bit down on his lip, keeping his eyes shut as he whimpered and moaned. It wasn’t until Zakhar pulled his hair and yelled at him like that did he open his puffy red eyes.

The boy really was a blubbering, pathetic excuse for a person. Just as he had always been from the first time Zakhar had found him.

“M- Mi dispiace Zakhar!” Was all that he could cry out, answering the question with an apology laced thick with a begging tone.

Mi dispiace. Mi dispiace. Mi dispiace, io sono un pezzo di merda patetico. Mi dispiace ho preso il collare. Mi dispiace che tu disobbedito. Sono Maestro così dispiace. Non sarò mai abbastanza buono. Mi dispiace tanto.

His thoughts resounded, screaming inside of his head, but the words would not come out.

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"I-I'm sorry Zakhar!"

I’m sorry. So sorry. I’m sorry I’m a pathetic piece of shit. I’m sorry I took the collar off. I’m sorry disobeyed you. I’m so so sorry Master. I’ll never be good enough. I'm so sorry.

He struck the boy again, still holding onto his hair so he could feel the full force of the hit.

"Rispondimi," he growled.

"Non me ne frega un cazzo dei tuoi scuse inutili, piccolo slut. Rispondimi." He had asked him a question - no, he had asked him numerous questions - and he wasn't answering them.

He was already pissed off. This was just making him worse.

"Forse prendere il collare era per il meglio. Siete disobbedienti. Non vale la pena il mio tempo. Vuoi per me rinnegare te, Lino, perché se non hai un modo terribile di mostrare che." He was very close to terminating his contract with the boy. Just denouncing his ownership and sending the boy on his way.

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Answer me

I don't give a shit about your worthless apologies, little slut. Answer me.

Perhaps you taking your collar off was for the best. You are disobedient. Not worth my time. Do you wish for me to disown you, Lino, because if you don't you have a terrible way of showing that

This time, when struck, instead of wailing out Lino could only let a low, pained moan drag out from his lips.

Little Slut.
Worthless.
Not worth my time.

"Lino, I’ll wait for you as long as I can and as long as you need me to. I don’t wanna lose something as special as this and I hope that someday you’ll see what I see in you. I hope you’ll see that special, handsome, beautiful man that took my heart and filled it with more love then I’ve ever felt before. I also hope that someday you’ll see that no part of you is worthless or used up. Every part of you is a part I wanna hold and love and share a life with."

The boy’s eyes, still brimming with tears, stared up into Zakhar’s glaring, piercing eye as he stared down at him. Little sobs escaped him, a look of true pain on his face.

“I-Io ... io n-mai voluto questo.” He whispered, his voice scared, his body trembling more violently then before.

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“I… I n-never w-wanted this.”

His expression smoothed out.

Was that it?

Even after prompting him to answer his question, he still avoided it. Did he truly want the man to disown him?

"Se non lo vuole, allora si ha la possibilità ora di decidere se ancora lo vuoi."

He stared silently at the boy for a few long minutes.

"Vuoi risolvere il contratto?"

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If you didn't want it, then you have the choice now to decide whether you still want it

Do you want to terminate our contract?

The boy’s eyes widened and he looked up to his Master. His God. The man that owned him. And here he was, in this situation where he was given the opportunity to leave it all behind.

This had been his life, and he honestly never saw himself getting out of it. He was scared, always scared. But he had Farris…. Farris changed everything.

With a heaving sob Lino nodded his head yes.

His expression hardened.

After everything they had been through together, he wanted it to end so quickly? Six months and with one nod of his head he wanted it to end?

No.

He had asked, expecting him to deny it. A useless question that he already knew the answer to.

But that hadn't happened. Lino had said yes. He wanted this to end.

He had no choice when they started and he would have no choice now. He didn't care even if he had to break the boy down again. Lino was his. He had his tattoo, his collar, his poison. He was his.

"Poco Lino, se avete pensato fuga mi sarebbe stato così facile allora sei uno stupido," he crooned, stoking the boy's cheek tenderly before slapping him hard.

The boy was his.

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Little Lino, if you thought escaping me would be that easy then you are stupid

The Italian boy's eyes fluttered shut as Zakhar gently stroked his cheek. His long eyelashes caressed the tops of his cheeks as the tears continued to stream down them.

He cried out, wincing when Zakhar struck him yet again. By now his face was sure to bruise from the amount of times the Russian man hit him. The stinging, prickling pain caused white to flash before the boy's eyes.

His knee's gave out and he fell down onto the machine, his feet not able to support him on tip toe anymore. The working dildo pushed further up inside of him.

He arched his body, tugging on his restraints. He couldn't help but let out a loud moan behind clenched teeth. Much to his shame and embarrassment his arousal was growing.

For a moment, for a glimmer in time he had actually believed that Zakhar would let him go.

But no, it had been a test, and Lino had failed.

He really was stupid, little, worthless, all the things Zakhar said he was.