Zakhar finds his new Pet

Getting more desperate then before Lino brought his knees up and pressed them against the man's chest, trying to shove him away to get him off.

"Lasciami andare!" He yelled out through clenched teeth as he shoved the man away, trying to once again get away from the bed and make his way towards the door.

All he could think about was his mother and his sisters, how much he'd taken for granted in his life now that he was trapped like this.

To think that less then an hour before he would have sworn he'd never go back to his home. And yet it was what he wanted more then anything else in the world now.

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"Let me go!"

Zakhar sighed softly when Lino pushed him away and made a run for it again.

Once again he blocked the boys only way of escape.

"Il combattimento sta diventando ridicolo," he sighed softly. All this yelling and running was starting to annoy him.

His silver eye pierced the boy and he ordered in a soft, low, dangerous voice that governed no room for argument: "Siediti. Giù."

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Sit. Down

Again Lino couldn't believe his eyes. This man wasn't human. No one could move that fast, no one!

A sob finally emerged from Lino's lips, the realization of how trapped he was setting in. Whatever the man wanted to do with him he would do.

Obediently he sat down on the bed, but again he sat as far away from the Russian as he could.

"Perché stai facendo questo?" He asked behind tears, his voice small and weak.

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"Why are you doing this?"

Ah, and the waterworks begin, he mused as the sob broke the silence in the air.

Zakhar continued to lean back against the door with his arms crossed as he watched the boy sit down.

He gave a shrug in response to his question.

"Solitudine? La necessità di un compagno? perché sono un crudele, bastardo male? Fate la vostra scelta: sono tutti validi."

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Loneliness? The need for a companion? because I'm a cruel, evil bastard? Take your pick; they're all valid.

Lino curled up on the bed, bringing his knee's up to his chest and bowing his head down. His body shivered as he cried, trying to control himself.

"Cazzo stronzo." He mumbled between tears. How could he have just let himself walk in on this? He was like a goddamn lamb to the slaughter house, blindly following without thought. And for what? Food? A bed?

How could he have been so stupid?

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"Fucking asshole."

"Sono stato chiamato in modi peggiori."

Insults rarely got to him. Today was just the same as any other day. The boys insults would serve no purpose.

At least he had quieted down now.

He couldn't deal with any more screaming. It was annoying.

Zakhar watched the boy silently.

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I've been called worse

The boy remained sitting up on the bed, his body curled up as tight as it could be. The silence and nothingness disturbed him. What was the man waiting for?

He didn't dare look up. He couldn't look up. He couldn't move, he could hardly breath.

His body was no longer aroused, but hurt from having the attentions cut short before release. This wasn't a nightmare, it couldn't be. A nightmare didn't have pain. This was real.

Somehow this was real.

So pathetic, he crooned, watching the boy curl up into himself.

He dropped himself onto the bed again, moving forwards to kneel in front of the boy as his eye took in everything he could about him.

The way the soft tremors of his body as he sobbed and cried made his hair swish and bounce was interesting. He wondered what other actions could make the hair bounce in that same soft, fluttery motion.

What other actions could make the boy's body tremble like that?

He reached forwards again to run his hand up the boy's arm and down his side slowly, loving the feeling of the soft, young skin under his calloused fingertips.

Lino tensed up when he felt the mattress move under Zakhar's weight. The closer the man drew to him the harder he found it to breath.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight and curled up even tighter when the man brushed his fingers over Lino's side and arms. It made his skin crawl, the way the man's touches felt against him.

He wanted to scream out and tell the man to leave him the fuck alone, but he knew it wouldn't matter. If he complied to the man then maybe he would let him live. Maybe he wouldn't kill him and maybe it wouldn't go too far.

The boy could only hope.

His fingers continued to stroke over the boy's skin, slowly moving towards his stomach, brushing over the faint muscles he had.

This boy was so young; so innocent to the ways of the world despite what he had been through.

Zakhar wanted to educate him. His eyes flashed dangerously at the delicious thought. Yes. He'd educate the boy in the ways of the world. First lesson: submission.

The teenager couldn't help but tremble under the man's touch, his stomach knotting up tight. His mind raced so quickly he couldn't keep up. His impulses told him to lash out, to scream, bite, hit, kick, anything!

But he was frozen, fear gnawing at his gut so wretchedly that he couldn't move aside from the trembles. It was amazing he was able to get his lungs to work at all beneath the pressure, his chest feeling tight as his heart resounded inside of it.

He kept his head bowed, but his eyes were wide, full of shock. He still couldn't believe this was happening, and that there was nothing he could do to stop it.

His fingers hooked in the waistband of Lino's jeans, pulling them down over his hips.

Zakhar didn't feel the guilt gnawing at him like he felt he perhaps should. Rape was bad; raping children was even worse.

And yet he felt nothing for the situation bar a sick amusement as he thought over the different things he could teach the boy with his body.

He looked up to see what Zakhar was doing. The air that hit his once clothed skin was like ice, clawing at his now exposed flesh.

He began shaking harder and he reached his hands down to clench on the covers of the bed, tears still welling in his eyes.

"oh mio dio questo non sta accadendo" He whimpered, voice weak and full of dreaded disbelief.

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"Oh my god this isn't happening."

He pulled the jeans from Lino's legs and tossed them aside.

They hit the floor with a low thud, soon followed by the boy's boxers.

Zakhar leaned forwards, his hands resting on Lino's knees as he pressed his lips to the boy's chest.

His tongue laved over the tanned skin, travelling lower slowly.

Once the teenager was naked before the man his instincts started kicking in more then before. He couldn't let this happen to him.

He cringed when he felt the man's tongue licking down his torso. His knees tried to come together despite the man being between them. Frantically he gripped the sides of Zakhar's hair and tried to pull his head away, a panicked cry emitted from his lips.

His hands gripped the boys knees painfully tight, stopping him from bringing them together.

A low warning grown sounded when his hair was tugged, nipping sharply at the boys stomach. "Non tirare i capelli."

His lips feathered lower, pressing against the boy's navel as his thumbs began stroking the skin of his knees.

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Don't pull my hair

Lino's eyes widened and he let out a surprised little yelp when he felt the man nip at his stomach. The growl sent shivers up and down his spine.

He was scared to death but he didn't let go of his grip on the man's hair, continuing to pull against it and try and writhe away from the Russian.

So much for compliance. He couldn't just sit here and take this, he couldn't.

"Non farlo" He begged weakly, large tears rolling down the soft complexion of his cheeks.

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"Don't do this"

His grip dissipated on one knee as he lifted his hand. It came down against Lino's thigh sharply.

"Non tirare i capelli," he repeated with another warning growl.

His hand slid up to grip the boys knee again as he pushed them, spreading them apart.

Zakhar's lips trailed to the boy's thigh, tongue lapping over the skin.

Lino gasped out when he felt the man hit against his thigh, his body squirming more then before. His cheeks were hot, blushing a deep rosy color when he felt Zakhar spread his legs out even more.

He cried out desperately as he lurched his body about, trying to get away. His legs kicked and he tugged at the raven hair, despite the man's warnings. The boy wasn't thinking clearly at this point. He just wanted to get away, to save himself. His heart was pounding so hard it resounded heavily in his ears, his blood flowing hot inside him as his adrenaline picked up.

Zakhar growled loudly.

All the damned hair pulling. Was Lino a pathetic little girl that couldn't do anything to defend herself except pull on hair?

He held the human in place with one hand as he worked at removing his belt with the other, folding it in half and snapping it against Lino's thigh before he began the motions of tying his hands together and fixing them to the headboard.

As much as he writhed and squirmed to get away he couldn't, the man was too strong. Stronger then he looked even, which was pretty damn strong.

He grunted out when the belt lashed against the tender skin on the inside of his thigh, wriggling about to try and free himself despite the realization that it was a hopeless endeavor.

He tried desperately to not let the man tie him down, but somehow the Russian was able to almost effortlessly. With his wrists tied above his head he still yanked at them, his legs still kicking.

Another sob heaved from his chest. He couldn't even keep up with what was happening, it was all happening so fast. He just wanted his mom and his sisters and Penelope. That was all he needed. How could he have taken them for granted like this? He'd even take his horrible step dad, anything, over this.

"Per favore!" He cried, though his voice was caught up in his chest, causing it to come out weaker then he anticipated.

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"Please!"

He bowed his head to lave his tongue over a nipple before biting down on it gently, rolling the bud between his teeth.

He ignored the pleads and stilled the thrashing with firm hands on the boy's thighs.

Once again, his lips trailed lower, feathering over his navel.

The eighteen year old took in a sharp gasp through clenched teeth when he felt the man bite down on his nipple, his back arching in reflex.

A soft and desperate moan came from the boy as he felt the man's lips tickle down his navel. He continued to squirm, his skin sure to get bruises from Zakhar's finger tips pressing into him as he held the restless teenager down.

He tried to numb his mind out, to go somewhere else, anywhere but here. Music. Music was all he had. His thoughts raced to try and cling onto some sort of lyric, any lyric he could pull from his head and delve into, wrap around for comfort.

Weep for yourself, my man,
you'll never be what is in your heart
weep little lion man,
you're not as brave as you were at the start
rate yourself and rape yourself,
take all the courage you have left
wasted on fixing all the problems
that you made in your own head

The most recent song he'd listen to was all he could hear in his head, the words all he focused on as he writhed and panted out hopelessly. It was less then comforting, and he hated how true the words sounded to him.

Zakhar's hands caressed the boy's thighs, kneading the flesh.

His tongue laved over Lino's member slowly, giving the head a gentle suck as his nails ran over his skin.

No matter what mindset a man was in, with enough stimulation they'd become aroused. This would be the same for Lino.

Lino squeezed his eyes shut tight, pulling so hard at the belt around his writs that it cut into his flesh, causing the pressure to pale his normally tanned skin.

A loud and despondent moan came from him as he felt the man's tongue lave up his shaft. He would not and could not stop squirming, his brow furrowed and tears dripping down his face and onto his fluctuating chest.

His hips arched about, and he whimpered out pathetically as his body gave into the man's provocative attentions.

but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?
didn't I, my...