Zakhar finds his new Pet

He grinned when Lino came.

He had succeeded in getting the boy to come. Good. Now he could focus on his own release.

The Lycan only lasted a few more thrusts, though, before he came with a groan. He didn't care that he had just come inside the boy. If Lino didn't like it then tough luck; he'd have to deal with it.

He pulled out of the human and laid out beside him, reaching up to untie his wrists and lave his tongue over the broken skin, cleaning it of blood and packing it with saliva to help it heal quicker.

The teenager continued to groan out with every thrust that Zakhar made until the man came inside of him. His eyes rolled back in his head and his stomach felt sick as the hot liquid oozed inside his body.

So that's what that felt like.

He laid limp for only a few moments before rolling off the bed, trying to get away again. He knew it was hopeless but that wasn't going to stop him from trying.

His knees gave out and he fell to all fours, crawling towards the door as he continued to cry, covered in both his own and Zakhar's seed.

Zakhar sighed and tutted when Lino tried to escape. Even now?

He didn't want to deal with this right now. He had just had sex, he wanted to bask in the afterglow, not stop his partner from running off. What a pain.

The Lycan stood and strolled towards the door languidly, pausing only to fish his key from the pocket of his slacks before making his way to to door again.

Locking the door was a quick process, then he disappeared into the bathroom to hide the key before returning to the room and picking Lino up, carrying him back to the bed and laying him down gently.

And that was that, the man locked the door. Even after having had his fun with Lino, Zakhar still didn't want him to leave. What did that mean? What was going to happen now?

Silent tears streamed down Lino's cheeks when the man picked him back up. His body was too spent to fight further.

"prego lasciami andare, ti prego. Non lo vorrei dire a nessuno te lo prometto" he begged, his voice wrecked from his moans and cries.

He meant to too. If he got out of this alive he wouldn't tell anyone. It was too horrible, to shameful to ever speak of again. He just wanted out, he just wanted to be free again.
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"please let me go, please. I wont tell anyone I promise."

Zakhar stayed silent.

He ignored the whimpered promises. He didn't care for them.

Lino was sensitive and responded well to his touches. He had entertained the idea of keeping him around and liked the idea a lot.

So he had decided to keep Lino around.

The boy turned away on the bed, trying to distance himself as far as he could from Zakhar. The silence scared him even more. What was the man thinking, what did he have planned? Did he have anything planned?

"Cosa hai intenzione di fare per me?" He asked in a small voice, scared to know the answer, but it was worse to be kept in the dark.

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"What are you going to do to me?"

Zakhar shrugged.

What was he going to do to the boy? "Qualunque cosa mi sento di fare al momento," he answered.

Was he answering himself or Lino? He wasn't quite sure.

But, as it was, he had no idea what he'd do to Lino.

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Whatever I feel like doing at the time

Lino curled up tight, his mind racing with so many thoughts it ached. He closed his eyes, but he didn't dare let himself fall asleep. He tried to think of how he would get out of this, how we could escape.

But the most obvious answer kept coming to his head.

He couldn't.

Zakhar relaxed back against the bed, eyes sliding closed.

Even after the little blip with Lino trying to escape, he had enjoyed the night.

Sex, a new companion. He was content. And now he wanted to relax.

The Lycan reached out to pull his human closer, turning on his side to press against the boy's back.

He clenched at the bedding when Zakhar pulled him closer, squeezing his eyes shut tighter.

Ti odio. Io cazzo ti odio così tanto. Vai al diavolo bastardo malato.

The thoughts resounded in his head but he wouldn't dare say them. His life was on the line, he was under this man's control.

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"I hate you. I fucking hate you so much. Go to hell you sick bastard."

His eyes slid shut and he nuzzled into the boy's curly hair with a low, contented purr.

As his body relaxed, he felt his consciousness ebbing.

It took only a few moments for him to fall into a light sleep, nuzzled against the boy closely. He loved the feeling of sleeping besides someone.