[M] Mi dispiace di aver dubitato di te, Maestro.

Across the room, Evgeni let out a quiet whimper, the thrashing and jerking motions becoming more violent as over time, the electricity really started to get to him. He could hear yells and slaps from the two men on the other side of the room, and though he didn't particularly care about Lino's plight, he was scared.

Was Zakhar just going to leave him here like this? He wanted to leave, not be stuck tied-up for whenever the man chose to come and get him.

If he came and get him at all.

"Please..."

"Mi soffermerò in seguito," he sneered after glaring down at the boy a little longer.

He didn't have the patience to deal with him right now. If he was left much longer with the boy he would end up beaten much worse than he already was and he'd risk the boy attempting to escape.

Perhaps he could get the boy a nice cage to go along with his new collar.

"Non venire," he called over his shoulder as he made his way back towards Evgeni's screaming and writhing form slowly. Now that he had nothing more pressing to deal with, he could enjoy the sound of the man's screams.

A grin curled his lips. "Was that a plead I heard, Evgeni?" Mercifully he stopped the flow of electricity and crouched before the man's face. "Do you want all this to end? Shall I untie you and let you leave?"

He lifted a hand to stroke the Bulgarian's cheek gently.

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I will deal with you later

Do not come

He stopped writhing with a sigh of relief as the flow of electricity was stopped, body becoming slack in its bindings.

What did Zakhar want? It was confusing him. He seemed to be angry with Lino, but then why did he bring him here? Had he done something wrong? He didn't think he had... but then, this treatment seemed to say otherwise.

He nodded silently, trying his hardest to resist pulling away from the touches to his face.

The soft smile morphed into one of sadistic glee as he yanked on the man's hair.

"You are just as stupid as he is," he chortled, motioning to Lino.

Were people really so stupid to believe that he would let people go in the middle of a Session like this? Not a chance. He enjoyed Sessions too much. Why would he let them end so soon just because his Slaves wanted them to?

He stepped back and grinned.

He had used the whip. He had used the collar. Now what? He could tease him until he was about to come. That would be amusing.

Yes, he'd do that.

Zakhar strolled around the man unto he was stood between his forcefully parted legs. He stroked the man's thighs as he knelt between them and leaned forwards to lap at his entrance with a low purr.

He would have fun teasing the man.

It was a trick. Of course. Zakhar was right. He had been stupid. Though perhaps it had been wishful thinking that had made him answer.

"Shut up." he growled, wincing as his hair was yanked on roughly.

A breath hissed through his teeth as a tongue lapped out over his entrance, hips jerking with a faint whimper. The ropes creaked a little as his legs attempted to curl and spread wider, though he was kept in place, much to his annoyance.

Zakhar scared him when he was like this. It wasn't the usual teasing. When Zakhar was angry, he acted almost mad.

The Lycan's tongue continued to lap over the older man's entrance, dipping inside a little.

His fingers trailed over the man's thighs and backside slowly, nails scraping occasionally, but never enough to even mark the skin.

Sensation play. Nails, hair, teeth. Anything. Anything he could use to bring odd sensations to the man that would be both a mixture of pleasurable and painful.

He turned his head and bit into a cheek sharply as his nails dragged harshly down his thighs, leaving behind bleeding trails.

He was still angry and Evgeni was the one that he was taking his anger out on. Evgeni would be the one to suffer through such rough treatment while Lino was left used but unsatisfied.

He moaned softly, back arching in his bindings as the man's tongue dipped inside him a little. A violent shudder rippled down his spine as he felt nails scrape along his skin, squirming a little.

He was terrified at the moment, and he wanted to leave, but this did feel good. And Zakhar wasn't about to stop now. Normally the problem would be being dominated. But not this time. Now he was terrified because he was open and vulnerable, and he had never seen Zakhar angry like this.

He yelped as teeth sank into his skin and nails tore at his thighs, writhing against the man's mouth before finally giving up and stilling, soft pants racking his chest.

A smirk curled his lips when Evgeni gave up and slumped in his bindings.

He had given up for now.

Zakhar could have free reign. He could do whatever he wanted. Have Evgeni do whatever he wanted. It was a brilliant feeling; knowing that he could manipulate someone to do whatever he wanted of them.

The Russian pulled back, disappearing into the depths of the dungeon for a moment before returning with a gag and a vibrator.

He was going to have a little fun.

He laved his tongue over the toy, lubricating it slowly as he gazed down at the older Wolf. That would do. He pressed the tip of the toy against the man's entrance before pushing it in slowly. He flicked it to a low setting before strolling around the bound Bulgarian.

The Lycan fit the spider gag onto him easily, grinning a little.

That was a beautiful sight. Evgeni was bound so he couldn't move, toy stimulating his ass and mouth open just waiting to be used.

His head lifted as Zakhar began to walk away, starting to squirm again helplessly. Was Zakhar just going to leave them there like this? How long would they be down there? Would he just leave them until somebody else found them? How long would that be?

He tensed as he saw Zakhar walking back towards them, unsure whether to be relieved or whether to dread him coming back. His eyes flickered over the vibrator and gag in the man's hand and gulped in anticipation.

His body jerked with a groan as the vibrator was pushed inside him, struggling for a moment against the ropes. And stilled immediately as it was turned on, letting out a quiet whimper. A shudder ran down his body, slowly beginning to twist and jerk from the toy's vibrations inside him.

His head attempted to turn away to bury in his arm as Zakhar tried to fit the gag on him, but unsuccessfully, eyes screwing up as it was forced into his mouth.

Lino held his head hung as the machine buried itself inside of his body. The teen’s bowels were so hot, the rectum giving spasms to try to evict the dildo from the home it pounded out.

Lino began to cough, weakly trying to move away and gasping wetly as he pulled on his restrains. Evangi's moans and screaming grated against his hears and he tried to block everything out. It was a useless effort.

His cheek burned from the beating as stinging tears continued to stream down his young face.

"Z-Zakhar.... p-per favore.....non di più ... fa male ..." He groaned out. His body shivered a cold sweat. Why did he say that? He knew it would be fruitless, as it almost always was.

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"Z-Zakhar... p-please.... no more... it hurts"