[C] Alzare, Lino

Zakhar purred as the boy choked and coughed.

The boy was struggling and struggling well. He was pleased about that. He'd break the boy sooner or later.

The boy looked so beautiful like this.

Zakhar tugged at the boy's hair painfully as he continued to thrust into him.

He wanted to see tears.

Lino's hands pushed against Zakhar fruitlessly as he tried to get away. His eyes flickered open but he did not look at the man. No, instead they rolled back in his head as he struggled to focus.

The boy did in fact cry out, but there were no tears. His moans and grunting were actually begs of mercy, he just wanted this to be over. He hated it all so much.

He wondered what it would be like if he just gave in and pleasured Zakhar on his own, without making the man do this to him.

It was so crazy how when he was out of the moment he swore he'd never give in, he'd never comply to Zakhar's wishes. And yet while it was happening, the possibility played in his mind and he wondered if it was all worth it, or if he should just give in after all.

Zakhar gave a soft huff.

The boy still wasn't crying. What a pain.

He wanted to see the boy's tears and feel his sobs. He wasn't going to give up now without feeling those sobs.

His free hand moved to stroke over the boy's torso before pinching a nipple, pulling on it brutally.

He wanted crying.

Lino finally got in control of his choking, and he tried to writhe away from Zakhar's wondering hand. But as expected, it was hopeless.

He cried out as Zakhar pinched and pulled at his nipple, his eyes widening and his back arching forward, trying to ease the pain.

He glanced up at Zakhar, his pale blue eyes pleading for mercy. His body shivered but he no longer tried to pull away from the man.

Zakhar chuckled as the boy looked up at him pleadingly.

This was closer to what he wanted. The boy was in pain. Begging him.

But still not enough tears for Zak's liking.

He continued to tug and twist the boy's nipple harshly. He wasn't going to stop until the pup was twisting and writhing and crying helplessly beneath him.

What did Zakhar want? Was he trying to force Lino to do something?

He had stopped trying to get away, and Zakhar's other hand was forcing Lino to bob his head up and down and pleasure the man.

More pathetic moans and whimpers escaped Lino as the man continued to torture his chest.

Tears finally welled up in his eyes and he closed them tight. He was so tired of crying, but the pain was stinging. The more Zakhar tormented him, the harder it was for him to stay strong.

A soft purr sounded when he caught sight of the tears welling up in the boy's silver-blue eyes.

His nails pierced the boy's skin, sending little rivulet's of blood streaking down his chest.

Now tears were welling up, it wouldn't take much to make the boy really cry.

Zakhar was suddenly enjoying himself again. His anger was fading away with every whimper and cry.

Lino winced hard and cried out loudly, nearing a scream once his skin broke from the man's rough and torturous touch.

"Si prega di smettere! Per favore!" He cried out, but thanks to the gag it was just incoherent moans and squealing.

The boy dug his nails into the carpet and his tongue rubbed and laved against the man's member in a desperate attempt to please him. His toes curled and his body shivered from pain and embarrassment.

Tears ran down his smooth cheeks all the while. He wasn't bawling, but the tears that did escape him were thick, causing glimmering wet streaks to reflect from his face.

Zakhar gave a soft moan as the boy finally cracked and began pleasuring him.

Mercifully, his nails slid from the boy's skin.

He stroked the boy's cheeks gently, wiping the tears away.

He loved those tears. They made him shiver in excitement.

"Brave ragazzo."

Lino moaned out in relief once Zakhar's nails stopped digging into him.

He could still feel the hot trickle of his own blood running down his chest.

The young man felt so dirty, but he didn't dare stop licking and sucking at Zakhar's arousal.

Weakly he opened his eyes to gaze back up at the man as the tears were brushed from his cheeks.

Those silver blue eyes were breaking, it was clear.

Zakhar ruffled the boy's hair gently.

Lino was finally cracking. He was finally getting the boy closer to where he wanted him.

It'd just take a little more time and a lot more fun on Zakhar's part.

He crooned soft nothings at the boy as he continued to thrust into his mouth and stroke the top of his head.

Lino's cheeks hallowed as he sucked Zakhar as hard as he could. His rounded lips latched on tight as he caused a sort of vacuum effect with his mouth.

He longed for Zakhar to cum soon and take this damn gag from his mouth.

Despite the fact that the Russian had stopped pinching him, tears still trickled down Lino's face and mixed with the saliva dripping over his chin.

Giving in like this always made him feel so weak.

Zakhar purred softly, eyes sliding shut as he enjoyed the feeling of the boy's mouth around him.

When Lino wasn't fighting this, he was okay at doing it.

In time Lino would get to the point where he loved doing this with the Russian.

It'd just take time and training.

He could the heat slowly increasing in the pit of his stomach.

Lino licked and sucked fervently now, pausing only to try and swallow despite the gag making everything difficult. His hot, panting breath hit Zakhar's crotch, all the while his tongue pressing and flicking away.

The boy again tried to find some sort of way to focus and do a good job to get Zakhar to come, and also find a way to retreat into his own world, where he wasn't here in some god-forsaken hotel being forced to orally pleasure the man.

It didn't take long for the Lycan to come.

He shuddered softly as he held the boy still, keeping him there until he relaxed.

Zakhar pulled away form the boy and laid out on the bed, ordering Lino to clean himself off.

The Lycan ran a hand through his hair as he stretched, purring softly.

Somehow the boy managed not to choke. He didn't swallow though, instead he just let the man's seed run out of his mouth and down his chin, neck, and chest.

He reached up and took the gag off his head. Instead of tossing it to the floor, he gently placed it on the little drawer by the bed, where it wouldn't get dirty.

He then stood up and went back to the restroom to clean off. While in there, he examined the damage done to his chest.

It didn't look as bad as it felt, though Lino was sure that by the next day it would be both bruised and scabbing over slightly.

He then locked the door to the bathroom and laid down on the floor, using towels for pillows as he tried to fall asleep again.