Zakhar finds his new Pet

For most young men his age, the boy was quiet inexperienced. He'd only had one girlfriend he was sexually active with, and they were a pretty traditional pair when it came to their experimenting, both of them having been virgins before.

Never had anyone touched him in the way Zakhar was, never had anyone intruded his body like this. Girls were the one that got penetrated, not the guys, right?

He felt like a bitch, like he was Zakhar's bitch. His eyes rolled around in his skull and he continued to cry and whimper and moan pathetically, completely unsure of what to make of these sensations. His body kept twitching and squirming, but he tried not to fight too much, scared of upsetting the Russian man.

The speed of his finger increased with each thrust.

After a few minutes, he pulled his finger from Lino and bought his hand to his mouth. He laved his tongue over two fingers before returning them to the human's entrance, pushing both in slowly.

He twisted his fingers, curling them within the boy as he began to thrust them again.

The young Italian squirmed his body, thrusting his hips back quickly when he felt Zakhar pull out of him. He peeked his eyes open, trying to focus, to see what was coming next. Tears stained his vision though, and he choked on his breaths.

When he felt Zakhar again push inside of him with two digits, his body yet again jolted, trying to writhe his way away. He sunk his nails into his wrist, the leather of the belt cutting into his skin from pulling at it so hard.

His breaths were heavy and every exhale was met with a moan or cry. His stomach trembled as he tried to keep himself together.

Zakhar scissored his fingers slowly as he continued to thrust.

The cries and whimpers fell on deaf ears and the small jolts of his body were ignored.

The scissoring gained speed as he took Lino in another deep kiss.

When he felt the man stretching his fingers out inside the tight walls of his body he let out a bellowing cry, Zakhar's lips falling over his mouth to silence him somewhat.

He wanted to beg and plead with the man to not, but he'd all ready tried that. So instead he did nothing. He didn't fight back, he didn't bite the man's lips.

He could only cry and wriggle about as all these new feelings took over his inexperienced body.

Zakhar gave a low warning growl when the boy cried out.

If he was going to train this boy properly, he'd have to find a new venue. It was too risky here. People could hear his cries and come to investigate.

His hand slid from the boys arousal and moved up to press against his mouth, sending a dark glare up at him.

"Non fare rumore," he growled softly. He should have issued that order earlier.

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Do not make a sound

There it was again, that inhuman growling noise. His body trembled both in fear and from the stimulation Zakhar was causing.

He whimpered about when the man covered his mouth, trying to stifle his noises as his nostrils flared from his heavy breathing. His heart was thudding so hard in his chest could swear he could hear it.

He closed his eyes again, trying to be quieter, trying to get control of himself. Well, what little things he still could have control over at least.

When Lino squeezed his eyes shut, Zakhar's hand slid from his mouth and returned to his arousal.

The boy was good at following orders. He liked that.

Slowly, he pushed a third finger into the boy.

Gasps and moans filled the room. No matter how hard he'd try to keep himself quiet, he wouldn't be able to control that. Not with the way this man was touching him.

A long aching moan came from his chest when he felt the third finger enter inside him. He kept his eyes squeezed shut tight, enough to make the entoptic phenomenon turn red and black and nothing else.

He felt stretched out, like Zakhar was breaking him. And this was just the man's foreplay. He couldn't imagine anything bigger being put inside him. He dreaded the thought, the tears still making their way down his cheeks.

"Non ce la faccio più" He groaned out, knowing it would fall on deaf ears but hoping desperately it wouldn't.

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"I can't take anymore"

Zakhar almost tutted.

I can't take any more.

You'd think the Lycan was torturing him to death rather than just having sex with him. Not even sex yet.

He spread his fingers before sliding them from the boy.

He was prepared enough. Zakhar was getting impatient.

For the young man being dominated like this was torture. He writhed and cried out when he felt the man spread his fingers out inside him.

As soon as he pulled out the boy gasped and panted with relief, though his member still ached and throbbed from the pleasurable touches.

He didn't know what to make of himself, of any of this. His mind hurt with confusion.

Hesitantly he peeked his eyes open to see what the man was doing next, though he dreaded it.

Zakhar shifted to kneel between the boy's legs, his hands moving to grip his hips and manoeuvre him into a better position.

He pushed into Lino slowly with a low groan.

A shiver chased down his spine as he began to thrust into the whimpering and moaning boy, his grip on his hips tightening a little to guide his hips against him as he thrust.

Another groan sounded.

He watched with a horrified expression as Zakhar positioned himself before him. He again kicked and tried to get away, to close his legs, anything. But it was useless, all useless.

When he felt the man's shaft enter up inside him he jolted his body about, arching his chest forwards and tilting his head back on reflex.

And for only a moment the boy made no sound, too shocked to be able to hardly breath.

But once the Russian man began thrusting his hips the cries and moans and pleas returned. He shook his head from side to side and clenched his teeth.

"Fa male!" He cried out in a desperate groan, his body trembling violently.

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"It hurts!"

"Rilassatevi un po 'e si farà male minore," he grunted as a reply.

He continued to thrust his hips, giving soft moans as he did so.

His hands slid from Lino's hips to his thighs, clutching at them as he thrust before pushing them up towards his chest.

A low purr sounded in his chest as his thrusts picked up in speed slightly.

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Relax a little and it will hurt less

Relax? Relax?! How could the man tell him to relax?! How could he expect him to do that now!? Lino didn't know what Zakhar was going to do to him after this was done, if he'd kill him or not. If he'd let him go or take him. He had no idea.

"H-hai det-to che non mi--mi avrebbe f-fatto male!" He sobbed out, his brunette hair swishing about his face with every thrust Zakhar forced inside him.

The man's intruding member hit a sensitive spot inside the young Italian and he arched his hips and back in reflex. Through the pain parts of it felt good, and his body was responding appropriately.

Lino didn't understand. How? How could it feel good despite the hurt? Why did his body react this way? What was going on, what was going to happen?! His mind rushed with questions and confusion, his cries never ceasing.

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"Y-you said-d y-you would-n't hurt m-me"

"Tanto," he purred, finishing the boy's sentence.

He had thought the last part of the sentence when he promised the boy; he hadn't voiced it out loud because he knew that it would have panicked the boy.

Right now he wasn't complaining about it. Through all the whimpers and tears, the boy was still very much aroused. Perhaps his joking question of him wanting rough play wasn't so much of a joke.

The boy seemed to be enjoying his rough touches under his mask of tortured victim.

He moved a hand from one of the boy's thighs to pump his arousal, pressing his thumb against his slit.

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Much

Another sob escaped his lips after the man finished the sentence. The Russian man had no mercy on him, none what so ever. Furthermore he had total control over Lino, complete dominance.

He sucked in a harsh breath when he again felt Zakhar's hand pumping at his member, and his body wriggled even more when he felt the thumb slide over the most sensitive part. It was clear he was a responsive and sensitive lover, young and inexperienced up onto this point.

He suddenly felt the anxious buildup starting to form, the need for release. No, he didn't want his body to give in like that, he didn't want to cum for this man. Grinding his teeth he tried to use the little will he had over himself to hold back, though a small bit of precum was seeping it's way out of his slit, lubricating Zakhar's thumb.

Zakhar gave a feral smirk as Lino wriggled and tried to deny the pleasure he was receiving.

It was useless now. There was no way Lino would be able to deny this.

The Lycan's thumb began a slow circular motion against the boy's slit as he continued to pump and thrust into him.

"No no no no no no no" He whimpered out over and over as he felt his body giving in. He planted his feet on the bed and arched his hips forward, then bucked them back, trying to break free of Zakhar's touches. The more he moved though the more he could feel the man inside him.

"Dannazione!" He cried out, knowing he couldn't last much longer at all. His member throbbed from under the man's grasp, hard as it could be, the tip a rosy pink color which glistened from the clear pre cum that was being swirled around it.

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"Dammit!"

Zakhar chuckled huskily as the boy repeatedly whimpered out the world.

"Da," he purred, leaning over Lino to press his lips against his ear. "Da da da da da da." Teasing the boy was amusing. Especially now as he whimpered and cried, begging for it to be over.

Zakhar could feel himself coming close to his release. It wouldn't be too long now.

The Lycan traced the shell of Lino's ear with his tongue, purring lowly in his ear.

Much like a helpless puppy the boy whined out, shuddering at the way Zakhar's breath and tongue hit his ear.

With the last bit of fight in him Lino turned his head over and bit down on Zakhar's ear, hard. He yanked his head away with the man's ear still clenched between his teeth.

He knew he'd regret that, just knew it. But he had to do it.

Zakhar gave a surprised moan when Lino tugged sharply on his ear.

In response to the pain, he thrust his hips harder into the boy. Lino was lucky Zakhar liked receiving rough touches just as much as he liked giving them. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have reacted in the same way.

Much like his split lip, the teeth in his ear egged him on; made him want more.

One hand came down on Lino's thigh sharply.

Lino didn't let go of the Russian man's ear. He kept his teeth clutched tight as he moaned out from Zakhar picking up his pace.

A small line of blood ran down from his wrists, he pulled so tightly at his restraints it cut into his flesh.

He swallowed and his eyes rolled back in his head. He was close, so close. He couldn't fight it much longer.

"Emettere," he purred huskily.

Zakhar pressed his thumb against the boy's slit, jerking him faster.

His thrusts slowly became more erratic as his release drew closer and closer. But he wouldn't come before Lino. No, he had far too much pride for that. Zakhar just couldn't bring himself to come before his submissive.

His hand met with Lino's thigh again, laving a blazing red print on his tanned skin.

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*Its the Italian equivalent of come.

Lino moaned out louder as the man picked up his motions, his speed, his intensity. He couldn't, couldn't hold back anymore, despite how desperately he wanted to. Especially with the way the man ordered it.

He wanted to say no, he wanted to resist and hold back and defy the man, but he couldn't. Zakhar had total control over his body, and he loathed that.

He tensed, his stomach quivering and thighs twitching as he felt himself forcefully release. It had been a few weeks since he had done that, and as such he had a big load that came out onto his stomach and chest.

The boy's lips parted, releasing Zakhar's ear. His breaths were frantic, shamed, quick, moans escaping every exhale.