[C] Alzare, Lino

The older Lycan, fully dressed with his one bag packed and waiting by the door, looked down at his pup.

It had been nearly a week since they had left the red light district of the city; Lino sporting a new decoration on his body. The poor boy, since then, had been subjected to pleasuring his Master every night, forcefully or no. He would learn very quickly how to pleasure Zakhar right.

Zakhar hummed to himself with a wide grin as he lifted the half-empty stagnant glass of water he had set down on the bedside table for himself the night before.

Carelessly, he tipped the water over Lino's bare body. Rule one: do not wear clothes in bed, Zakhar wanted full access to him; even if just to see him struggle with finding a comfortable position to sleep in with the cage on.

"Alzare," he ordered.

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Get up

Lino gasped when he felt the water get splashed on his body. His mind still felt asleep, all though he had sat upright quickly from the shock. As he tried to let his brain catch up with his actions he smeared the water off, letting out a little tired groan.

He was in pain, his body involuntary becoming erect while he slept. That was one of the hardest things for him about the past week. The device was awkward and uncomfortable, but he could get used to it for the most part during the day. It was humiliating to have to sit while he pissed, but Zakhar had done a lot to humiliate him in other ways too.

Waking up though, that was always the worst part. His member filled the cage to the brim, trying to break through the plastic to get free. And having that restraint hurt.

Normally Lino would snap at someone for waking him up so rudely, but after having been controlled by Zakhar for the past week he said nothing. Instead he just got out of bed, wincing somewhat from the pain the device caused.

He dared not go straight for his clothes, but instead just stood there, waiting to hear what Zakhar wanted him to do next.

He was slowly becoming more compliant and fighting the Russian man less and less. Zakhar would still have to take him by force though if he wanted any sexual favors. Without fail Lino would fight that, and his mouth was getting very sore from having the spider gag in it so often. It was the only way that Zakhar would be able to get him to comply though.

"Cosa stai aspettando?" he snapped, silver eye narrowing at the boy.

Until the boy settled in to being a good Slave without the need for gags and cages holding him back, Zakhar was being unfairly cruel with him.

"Vestiti, ce ne andiamo. Se non sei pronto in due minuti, ti trascina fuori nudo."

A promise.

Zakhar had no qualms with dragging the boy out naked. Everyone would see his little slave boy, naked and covered in bruises, with the cage around him. Everyone would see that he was his. Total humiliation.

He'd love to see Lino's reaction to that.

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What are you waiting for?

Get dressed, we're leaving. If you're not ready in two minutes, I'll drag you out naked

Two minutes was more then enough time for the boy to get dressed. As soon as permission was given he had his boxers and jeans on in no time, followed by the jacket. He still had no undershirt to wear since Zakhar had destroyed his first one.

It was awkward still for him to move around, but the more the uncomfortable pressing occurred within the chastity device, the more his morning arousal calmed down.

Lino had continued to become thinner. He was all ready fairly lanky when Zakhar had found him. But ever since he had been turned into a lycan, he had refused to touch any food. He felt too nauseous to eat, or even look at a meal. His stomach would grumble in pain but the desire for sustenance was long gone.

And he definitely refused to swallow anything Zakhar would tell him to.

"Venire," he ordered, bending to pick up his bag.

Much like the 'nothing sexual' rule, Zakhar had taken the boy's refusal to eat out of proportion to teach the boy a lesson. if he refused to do something important, then Zakhar wouldn't allow him to do it at all until he cracked.

He refused to eat, Zakhar stopped buying food for him.

Eventually the boy would crack and beg for food. Just like he'd crack and beg to let him touch himself. Chastity and food deprivation were a mix meant to break people.

It just took time for them to break.

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Come

Lino was quick to follow behind Zakhar. He had no bag of his own, no personal belongings except for the clothes he wore, as well as the few small possessions in his pockets.

He stared at his feet as he followed Zakhar.

"Dove stiamo andando?" He asked quietly, his voice sounding raspy and sore. He didn't look up even after he spoke.

Zakhar shrugged in response, slinging the straps of his large bag over his broad clothed shoulder.

"Verso sud."

Zakhar didn't have plans when he travelled. he just let himself go wherever he feet took him. It had never failed him in the past. He'd been travelling wherever he felt for the past two decades.

He pulled open the door and gestured for Lino to go first.

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South

Lino looked outside the hotel room. For the past week he was beginning to question if he'd ever be able to get out of there, or if this was the place he'd be used until he died.

He rubbed his eyes as he headed out into the hallway, but then stopped. If he let his feet continue he'd try to run for it, and he knew that wouldn't work. It'd only get him in trouble.

Good boy, he thought when the boy stopped.

He had some sense of self preservation. Not enough to keep him healthy, but at lest he wasn't going to end up killed for running away any time soon.

Zakhar gave a cock of his head (an order to follow him) as he brushed past the boy, heading down to the hallway to the stairs.

They'd just walk around the city for now; look around for a bit before finally moving on to the next.

Perhaps they'd walk a fair distance today.

Lino followed close behind Zakhar when motioned to follow. All he could keep his eyes on were the heels of the Russian man's feet while they walked. He didn't want to look up and see any people staring at him.

It was too hard to look into another person's face and know they would help you if they could. But with Zakhar, there wasn't any help. And as of yet, even Lino's God hadn't helped him. He was stuck, and there wasn't any escape any time soon.

The further they walked the more uncomfortable the chastity device was. He had really started to despise that thing, but he didn't have the will to beg for Zakhar to take it off. His stomach grumbled needily but again he wasn't going to ask for food, not yet at least.

That was what had gotten him in trouble in the first place and it made him sick.

Zakhar walked through town slowly, enjoying the sights, browsing through shops.

He didn't buy anything, but he looked. He enjoyed looking. It was something time consuming to do. Look at all the wonderful sights, see what people bought as souvenirs, taste the local confection.

After a couple hours, borborygmus filled the air.

Time for a snack.

Zakhar strolled towards the nearest bakery and ordered himself two sfogliatelle. They looked palatable.

Walking down the street again, he bit into one of them. Sweet. He decided he liked it.

The older Lycan's eyes turned to Lino as he ate.

Lino didn't take part in much of what Zakhar was doing other then walking with him. He didn't look into the shops, he didn't browse to see what was there. All of it seemed useless to him anyway.

When the two of them finally approached a bakery Lino's stomach knotted and churned in want. His pale blue eyes did take in all that the shoppe had to offer. He swallowed, his mouth feeling wet from want.

The young man couldn't help but notice the fact that Zakhar had bought two pastries. And when Zakhar looked back at him, he could have caught the boy staring.

Quickly he diverted his eyes back down to the man's shoes, feeling shameful that Zakhar had seen him gawking needily at the food.

Zakhar chewed slowly, dark eye alight with amusement.

They boy was hungry but he was also very stubborn. He wouldn't be asking for anything until he was so weak from the hunger he could do nothing but beg him to be fed.

It would happen sooner or later.

The Lycan's tongue trailed over his lower lips to remove any trances of the confectioners sugar clinging to his lips.

Lino could feel Zakhar's silver eye staring at him. He stuck his hands into his pockets and brushed them over his mp3 player.

Pulling it out, he put his headphones in and started up the music.

He only had a few songs, but music was always a big comfort for him. His whole life, when nothing else was there for him, the boy always had his songs.

Falling from high places, falling through lost spaces,
Now that we're lonely, now that there's nowhere to go.
Watching from both sides, these clock towers burning up,
I lost my time here, i lost my patience with it all.

Little did Lino realize that just behind him on a lamp post was a Missing Person flier. On it was a photograph young man with a bright smile. His hair was brown and curly, his eyes bright blue.

Where you been hiding lately,
where you been hiding from the news?
Because we've been fighting lately,
we've been fighting with the wolves.
With the wolves.

"Hai visto questa persona:
Nome: Lino Pianesi
Sesso: Uomo
Età: 18
Capelli: Castani
Occhi: Blu
Altezza: 180 cm
Peso: 82 kg
Segni particolari: ha molti nei sul suo corpo
Manca l': Camogli, Liguria, Italia "

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Have you seen this person:
Name: Lino Pianesi
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 82 kg
Distinguishing features: has many moles on his body
The missing ': Camogli, Liguria, Italy

Now he had done sight seeing, Zakhar had had enough of the city.

Time to move on.

He headed towards the edge of town, still snacking on the sweet he had picked up, the other still untouched in the bag dangling from his grip.

He wanted to move through a few towns at least today.

It wouldn't take much effort to get that far.

Lino noticed that they were getting further and further out of the city, but where they were heading exactly was a mystery to him. What was South anyway?

He followed in silence though, turning the volume up on his mp3 player so that he could get totally lost in the music.

His mind wondered to the far off places his music carried him to, helping to get his mind off of everything, from the chastity device to the gnawing in his stomach.

The two of them walked for hours.

They passed through two large towns before the sun began to set.

Zakhar decided to settle in the next town. They could carry on in the morning once he had eaten something.

He booked them into a room.

When he had closed and locked the door of their room behind them, he slumped onto the bed and kicked off his boots.

Lino was quick to go to the bathroom. After so much walking he wanted to relax in the shower. Taking off his clothes he made sure to avoid looking at himself in the mirror. He couldn't stand to see that person anymore.

Once naked he stepped into the shower, cutting on the water and letting the cool hit him before it turned hot. He sucked in a breath through his teeth from the initial freeze, but quickly relaxed once the warmness began to engulf him.

Using the little shampoo's that came with the room, he washed his hair and body, trying to ignore the thing that was fastened around his member for as long as he could.

Finally we went about washing it, making sure to keep it clean. Once done with the shower he simply turned the water off, but he didn't get out.

He had locked the door and he didn't want to go back into that room.

Zakhar stretched out on the bed.

His back arched a little and he gave a low groan when his back cracked.

They had walked a lot today. It had been a good day for walking. It was warm and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. He was pleased with the progress.

He didn't care whether Lino left the bathroom or not.

The Lycan set the bag from the bakers on the bedside table. The sweet still laid untouched in it.

Could Lino resist it, he wondered.

Lino stayed in the bathroom for hours, eventually falling asleep sitting up against the wall. His head hung as he slumbered, and finally he slipped and fell forward in his sleep.

The startle woke him up, letting him catch himself before he hit the ground. He blinked once or twice, wondering what time it was and how long he'd been asleep...

And if Zakhar was asleep as well maybe. Their room was on the second floor, and Zakhar had locked the door like he always did. Chances of escape were slim. But maybe he could find the key...

Slowly and quietly Lino unlocked the door to the bathroom and peeked his head out, looking to see if his captor was awake or not.

He was awake.

Zakhar rarely slept and when he did, they were usually light naps.

The only time he slept properly was when he had exhausted his body to the point of not being able to stay awake. Or when he felt safe. Both experiences were as rare as each other.

He was laid out on the bed reading silently, wearing nothing but the thong around his neck.

His hair brushed against his shoulders as he shifted a little to make himself more comfortable.

His eyes didn't flicker up to see Lino when the door opened, though he knew he had finally left the bathroom.

Lino felt sick seeing that Zakhar was awake. Didn't this man ever sleep? So much for trying to sneak around.

The Russian man didn't seem to notice him, so the teenager slowly shut the door to the bathroom again, locking it.

Leaning back against the wall he finally got a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His eyes widened as he took in the reflection. It had been only a week, but he didn't recognize the person looking back at him.

Bruises littered his body, green and purple marks that blemished his soft skin. The corners of his lips were a little cut up from trying to fight the metal gags.

His eyes were heavy, dark circles under them. They looked different too... they weren't as blue anymore. They almost looked silver...

Like Zakhar's eyes....

To make it worse was that he could see his bones. His ribs and hips poked out of his frame in a sickly way that he never thought he'd see on his own body.

Once he had had a nice healthy figure, athletic but not too buff. A good amount of meat on his bones. But this?

This was hideous.

He was dying, and if he didn't eat soon that wasn't going to change.

Zakhar gave an amused hum when Lino disappeared back into the bathroom.

He was so scared; resorting to locking himself in the bathroom in hopes that Zakhar wouldn't do anything to him.

If Zakhar really wanted to do something to the boy a thin wooden door wouldn't stop him. He'd be able to break that door like it was made of cardboard.

He settled down more comfortably, turnnig the page in his book once more.

Lino closed his eyes tight. He knew that if he went out there he'd have to pleasure Zakhar again. That was a given. What would he have to do if he wanted to eat?

Seeing himself like that though was the big eye opener for the boy. He didn't want to die in such a way. Living was hard but death would be worse.

Slowly he opened the door again, timidly making his way out of the bathroom. He had gotten dressed again, and he had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. In the time he'd been asleep his hair had dried into thick poofy curls.

Hesitantly he made his way closer to the back where the sweet was, wondering if he could just take it without Zakhar noticing. He did look pretty caught up in his book...

He wasn't as caught up in his book as Lino thought he was.

He knew that Lino was in the room. And he could guess what he was planning. He'd finally cracked but he was still being stubborn about it.

Lino still didn't want to pleasure him.

But still Zakhar did nothing. No reaction whatsoever from the Rus.