[C] Alzare, Lino

A small growl came from Lino's chest as he forced himself to stop leaning against the wall and follow Zakhar again.

He'd walked miles and miles without a single gripe, but the first time he says something Zakhar snaps.

The man was unfair and mentally unstable. It wasn't like Lino wanted to be following him like this.

Still, he didn't say a word again until they found a place to rest. As much as he hated to admit it, he was terrified of the lycan.

Zakhar whirled around, stalking forwards until he was stood toe-to-toe with Lino.

"Growl a me di nuovo, ragazzo. Ti sfido," he growled darkly.

He was not in the best of moods.

With an angered huff, Zakhar turned around and began searching out a hotel again. Little things were beginning to bug him now.

He found a hotel, paying for the room and leading Lino up into it with a deathly aura swirling around him.

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Growl at me again, boy. I dare you

Lino felt like he would nearly pass out as Zakhar prowled towards him and growled like that.

If the boy were to have a tail it would be between his legs.

He felt his stomach knot up and his knee's went weak. Wide eyes stared at the ground and he tensed his shoulders.

"Spiacente!" He whimpered.

Whatever little good mood Zakhar had had before was gone now, Lino could sense it as they walked up to their hotel room.

He wondered if Zakhar would kill him, a legitimate fear he had.

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"Sorry!"

No. He wouldn't kill the boy.

He was far too prideful for that. He had created this boy and he was going to damn well train him.

Killing him would be too easy.

"Nel. Ora," he hissed, pushing open the door to their room.

"Spogliarsi. In ginocchio." His voice was a low, dark bark. He was not best pleased right now. It was safer for the boy's health to do as he was told.

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In. Now

Undress. On your knees.

Lino had seen this coming. He wasn't surprised when the order was given to him.

He pulled his jacket off and removed his trousers and boxers, and then got on his knees.

He hated admitting it, but he was starting to get used to being naked in front of the man. He still had shame, but he didn't quiver or cry because of it anymore.

He dumped the bag on the floor with a heavy thud and strolled forwards.

His silver eyes flickered over the boy's body slowly, shaking his head.

Zak's boot pressed again the boy's side, pushing hard so the boy sprawled out over the floor. "Guardate come pateticamente sei magro."

Lino was of use to no one this thin. It was pitiful.

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Look at how pathetically thin you are

Yup, nice Zakhar was long, long gone.

Lino grunted slightly as he was pushed back by Zakhar's boot.

The boy glanced down at his body. Zakhar was right, it was pathetically thin. He wasn't always that way.

When he had lived at home his mother had fed him so well that he even had a bit of padding around his stomach.

But now he was so skinny he hardly recognized himself.

He swallowed and made sure not to make eye contact with Zakhar. His chest expanded and fell from the fear he felt, causing his breath to be labored.

"Non si ottiene la scelta di morire di fame se stessi più."

He'd fatten the boy up a little even if he had to force feed him. He wasn't going to let the boy continue to starve himself. He looked no better than a corpse at the moment.

"Vai pulire te stesso," he muttered, giving the boy's back a firm nudge.

Zakhar didn't want to even look at him at the moment.

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You don't get the choice to starve yourself anymore

Go clean yourself up

As soon as he was given permission to leave the man's sight, Lino was on his feet and scrambling towards the restroom.

He locked the door and ran his hands through his hair, biting his lip. His body was quivering, hard now. He had been mentally preparing for abuse and now he was able to get a shower instead. His body, however, was high in adrenaline.

Shivering he turned the water on to the shower and let it go as hot as it possibly could without scalding him.

He was sure not to look himself in the mirror. He didn't want to see himself. Not in this state.

Lino was sure to clean himself off well, lingering in the shower and taking much more time then he needed.

He didn't want to get out and face the angry man.

After an hour he turned the water off and dried himself with a towel. Hesitantly he made his way to the bathroom door, but he didn't want to open it.

So instead he sat down on the floor and closed his eyes, thinking maybe he'd get lucky and Zakhar would let him sleep in here on this night.

When the shower shut off, Zakhar stood and made his way to the bathroom door.

His fist pounded on the wood a few times. "Get out here and eat."

He had ordered spaghetti and a large slice of chocolate cake for the boy. He was going to make sure the boy was well fed from now on.

He didn't want to look at a skeleton every day.

Zak turned back around and sat down in one of the two chairs in the room as he waited for Lino to appear.

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Get out here and eat

Lino wanted to yell out that he wasn't hungry, but there were two things stopping him.

One, that was a big lie. He was starving, literally.

And two, he knew that if he defied Zakhar the man would go ballistic on Lino. So much for spending the night in the comfort of the bathroom.

Timidly Lino exited, now with a towel wrapped around his waist. When he saw the feast that was waiting for him, he thought he could pass out.

"E 'questo per mi?" He asked softly, afraid to just dig in and help himself.

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"Is this for me?"

Zakhar nodded, eyes flickering up to Lino.

"Mangiare," he insisted before he leaned over to drag his bag towards him, pulling a book from its depths.

He'd make sure the boy ate every last scrap.

He was done trying to manipulate the boy into being more compliant. From now on, he'd use good old brute force.

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Eat

Lino was smart enough to know not to protest in the slightest. He sat down and ate his food, savoring it's taste. It had been a long time since he'd had a meal so nice.

Once he finished the spaghetti he glanced at the cake. It looked good, but his stomach was having a hard time holding everything down.

After going so long without a decent meal, it was hard to handle so much food.

Still, he was too scared to refuse it.

Slowly he finished off the cake, looking slightly ill by the time he was done with everything.

But he had done what Zakhar said, he finished all his food.

"Bravo ragazzo," he praised when Lino had finished.

He returned to reading his book.

Lino could do whatever he wanted now until his food settled. Zakhar wouldn't have the boy do anything so soon after eating.

Lino was safe. For now.

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Good boy

Lino let out a soft sigh of relief at the praise he got. It was insulting, being treated like a pet. But still, at least Zakhar seemed to be calming down.

The young man laid down right where he sat, facing away from the now empty dishes and view of Zakhar sitting on his bed and reading a book.

Lino's head pounded, throbbed even, with the onslaught of a terrible headache. His heavy eyes shut again. All he wanted to do was sleep.

Sleep and never wake up.

Zakhar was content to just sit back and read for hours.

And so he did.

Hours passed in silence as Zakhar read. It wasn't until three hours had passed that he finally moved from his spot.

He closed his book and set it down, reaching forwards to rifle through his bag until he found a familiar piece of metal in it.

Then he stood and padded across the room to Lino, dragging the boy up by his hair and holding the gag out silently. Lino knew what was happening.

The three hours went by in the blink of an eye for Lino.  One second he was longing for sleep, the next he was being dragged up by his hair.  It all happened so quickly for him at first he was somewhat dazed.  

When his eyes adjusted and focused and he saw the gag, he tried to turn his head away.

Fighting Zakhar was useless, Lino knew that much.  But he was too stubborn to just give in and comply.  

The boy held onto what little dignity he had left and closed his eyes tight, preparing for what was about to come.

Zakhar tutted softly when Lino turned his head away.

"Quanto più si combatte, la meno piacevole è per voi."

Lino was fighting this tooth and nail. As amusing as seeing the boy's stubbornness was, he was losing his patience with him.

He forced the gag into the boy's mouth roughly, buckling it around his head.

He dragged Lino towards the bed, sitting down and forcing Lino between his legs.

"Sai cosa fare," he murmured after he unzipped his slacks to free his member.

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The more you fight, the less pleasurable it is for you

You know what to do

Zakhar always knew just what to say to get under Lino's skin. How was this ever supposed to be pleasurable for him? He was being forced to pleasure a man he despised.

Instinctively another growl rumbled from Lino's throat as he tried to get away, gripping at Zakhar's wrist to try and break free.

He never used to growl before Zakhar bit him, but ever since that day little things were changing. Lino was becoming more animal like.

Zakhar dragged Lino up by his hair so the two of them were nose-to-nose.

"Non ringhiare contro di me," he growled in return, baring his teeth threateningly as his silver eye pierced the boy.

He wasn't in the mood for the boy's piss-poor attitude.

"Sai cosa fare," he repeated, forcing the boy's head down again.

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Do not growl at me

You know what to do

Lino closed his eyes tight as Zakhar threatened him. We're he not gagged he would have tried to explain that he couldn't help it, it just happened.

But of course, that wasn't the case, so Lino could only whimper instead.

When he was again forced down into Zakhar's lap he wriggled and tried to get away, no longer growling but not complying either.

Zakhar's hand reared back then collided with the boy's cheek harshly.

"Non farmi ripetere le cose di nuovo, ragazzo."

He gave a soft angry hiss before taking matters into his own hands, thrusting into the hole in the gag.

No more nice Lycan. He'd make the boy crack. Sooner rather than later.

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Don't make me repeat myself again, boy

A soft grunt escaped Lino when he was struck across the face.  Without further time to react he found Zakhar was forcing him again and honestly, a part of him was relieved.

Zakhar would force this to happen, Lino couldn't have to obey, and they could just get it over with.  

The boy dug his nails into Zakhar's thighs but didn't push away.  His eyes stayed shut tight and he tried his hardest to retreat inside of his mind and not focus on what was happening.

The man's hips rocked; pushing into the boys mouth over and over, deeper each time.

He wanted to feel him gag. Hear him pant and struggle with each hard thrust.

He wanted to see tears well up in the boy's eyes and roll down his cheeks.

A soft groan sounded from the man as he rocked his hips harder again. He'd have the boy crying and struggling.

The more Zakhar picked up his pace, the more Lino struggled to get enough air in on the outward thrusts.

He started to choke and desperately tried to jerk his head back. When he wasn't allowed such freedom a frightened moan escaped him between the jerking and coughing and choking.

Spit ran down Lino's chin and coated Zakhar's penetrating arousal.

The boy's nails dragged down the man's thighs, leaving little welts in their wake.