slow decay; [tyrone]

[leone michelangelo moretti]

Living in the Reynolds Residence was a squeamish kind of hell, although the anxiety of being amongst a pretty girl and his master was more bearable than the abuse he faced at his home, those fears, those nightmares still remained. He had successfully avoided his master for the length of the day, hiding out in the backyard by the pool and taking off at the sound of a front door opening. All the boy left behind was his duffel bag from home, stuffed to the brim and unpacked as if he was expecting to go back fairly soon.

How long would it be until Tyrone got tired of him? Leone wasn't an exciting person, he was fickle and paranoid and extremely skittish. He had a tendency to think and speak bad about himself, often seeing situations in darker light than they really appeared. Even now he was predicting abandonment from his master... and was only hoping and praying that he wouldn't end up with someone worse. As always he was worrying about future occurrences, fixating on what could, would, will, or won't happen. The slave was either stuck in the past or obsessed with the future, planting nothing but sick memories and grim predictions in his own mind.

Even now Leone laid low and quiet with his own mulling thoughts. He was always as quiet as a mouse, and crept up the stairs with near silent footsteps. He would retreat to the bedroom he was appointed to, fish through his bag to find some sort of entertainment until he was able to fall asleep.

Once upstairs - and seemingly alone - Leone redressed in more comfortable attire, a pair of dark boxers and a form-fitting sky blue v-neck. Bruises littered his body underneath clothing, carefully placed on the portions of limbs that were unseen by others. There wasn't much to make him limp or need medical attention, but painful and uncomfortable discoloration of battered skin along his ribcage and chest. As he had guessed his father, a former master, was not pleased at all with the purchase of his son. Especially when he found out the gender of this particular master. Despite none of this being Leone's fault - he was used as a human punching bag before finally being dismissed from the house with a few belongings. This was nothing unusual to the slave, he had been beaten many times before, the violent acts having an obvious, destructing effect on his behavior... turning the once energetic, happy boy into a walking, breathing, pathetic mess.

Ignoring the pain in his ribs and gut, the boy crawled onto a non shockingly comfortable bed and slide his body underneath the covers. It wasn't the least bit chilly in the room, but as usual he was doing whatever he could to try and camouflage himself... blend into the scenery so he wouldn't be bothered, wouldn't be touched.

[tyrone darren sheffler]

Tyrone was getting used to having Leone about but still he found himself frowning that his new slave behaved like nothing short of a prude or a mouse whenever he came near. So he didn't bother, he would watch from a bit of a distance mesmerized with the feelings that seemed to swamp him whenever he looked at his property. He was beautiful, fragile and breakable. Not at all the type that Tyrone ever went for but this was different and he knew it.

The difference could send him two ways though and he knew he had to be careful. Tyrone could easily balk at the idea of 'falling' for his slave and punish him cruelly or he could enjoy every single moment with him. Attempt to get the boy to actually trust him and welcome his advances but this bothered him as well. The tedious time consuming task of getting Leone to see him as anything but a monster was just not something he was sure he wanted to get into.

His time as it was, was limited to college and partying, studying and the high life. Was he really going to risk his fun times for his slave? A slave who would rather cry a thousand times over than have his master touch him. Sighing after what felt like a weary day, Tyrone turned the key in the door of Vienna's home. She didn't seem to be around when he roamed the bottom floor so he sent her a text message letting her know he was back.

The house seemed thoroughly quiet, so he walked to where his and Leone's rooms were, wanting to see his slave before he turned in himself for the evening with a mountain of study to get through. The door to Leone's room was slightly ajar, so with the tip of his finger he pushed it open lightly to see his slaves form hidden under covers on his bed. A smile covered his mouth as he stood there for a moment watching the gentle rise and fall of the covers and then he was moving silently into the room and closing the door behind him.

His clothing divested from his lean body with rapid silent ease as he neared the bed. Lifting back the covers carefully he slid beneath them and sidled over to where Leone lay, before the boy could move he placed an arm around him and held him close against his naked body. Burying his face into Leone's neck and inhaling his scent.
"You've been on my mind all day" he told him truthfully.

[leone michelangelo moretti]

Eyelids began to flutter closed, the heavy weight of sleep relaxing a small body while reality mixed into a meaningless jumble of sounds and touches. The opening of the door was too quiet a noise for Leone to notice, he remained in a peaceful and drowsy haze, not a single movement aside from the slow rising of his chest radiated from his body. The slave was in the otherwise stressful state between deep sleep and a simple shutting of the eyes, a luxury in which he could never obtain before. At home only a trans of pure exhaustion allowed him a merciless rest. Such a place called home that caused Leone so much fear that he could only remain tense and shivering in his bed whilst everyone else was soundly asleep.

"Mmm," only when Ty lay beside him in the bed did Leone's eyes snap open, frozen and petrified. Memories of being waken from near hibernation for a beating had stricken him, throwing the groggy boy into an immediate panic. But as he remembered where he was by the colors of the walls and the newly familiar, unslurred voice of his master, tension melted from Leone as quickly as it came. "What?" he blinked rapidly, confusion knitted in his brow.

"Why?" this naivety was almost painful, coming from a teen that had always been so sheltered and so trapped in an abusive cycle that disallowed any street smarts from an outside world. Even simple tasks that dissected fellow human behavior was near impossible for Leone, and only left him to wallow in irrational fears.

A blur gaze trailed down to rest on Tyrone's bare chest, and he stared dumbfound at the rather...under dressed state of his master. For only a few moments he couldn't help but stare, taking as much as the uncovered body as he could with his own eyes. Just because he was prude and untouched didn't mean he couldn't have natural attraction to others. But once again he forced himself to repel to this type of touch, and the current lack of clothes of the boy holding onto him.

"I was busy the entire day," he assumed that an excuse was needed for his absence, and spoke with an unusual firmness to his accented voice. This was, of course, a lie, all Leone had done throughout daylight hours was wander or struggle with schoolwork. But as he felt the other's face nuzzle his neck he wasn't too worried about his lie being found out and exposed, but instead the plans Ty had for him that night, and of course that his naked master was once more pressed up against him.

As though seeing another nude body made him self-conscious, Leone sucked in his chest and glanced back at Ty's body with a blush. Naturally he couldn't help but let his mind wander to what sort of things were on the agenda and discreetly tried to squirm out of his master's grip.

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[tyrone darren sheffler]

Tyrone listened to Leone tell him he had been busy the entire day and sighed. His own had been hectic as well, so he could relate to his slave taking to bed early enough. He yawned a little as his arm tightened about the boy.
"So tell me about your day then" he smiled sleepily at him, suddenly overcome with exhaustion. Physically he wasn't too tired at all but his brain felt fried, exams and relentless study sessions and project deadlines all had him taxed mentally. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep now but the sight of Leone tucked up in bed had warmed him in ways he hadn't thought possible.

Even now lying with him, Tyrone would normally allowing lust to rule the day but feelings that seemed to be awakening towards Leone coupled with his tiredness was making him behave himself for a nice change. His fingers trailed gentle lazy circles onto Leone's back through his top and opening his eyes a fraction he frowned slightly.
"What are you wearing?" he asked before another yawn caught hold of him, "take it off for me." the order was not said in a threatening voice but it was still firm enough to make sure he was obeyed without question.

He wasn't feeling particularly frisky at that point, so Leone had nothing to worry about really. Though with the passage of time and the scent of the young boy filling him, he could feel the stirrings of arousal. His hand slid down to the hem of the boys top and slowly moved beneath it, gliding along his back gently and closing his eyes again as the tiredness washed over him once more. Pressing himself closer to Leone, he forgot all about his order as within seconds he was curled up beside his slave fast asleep.

[leone michelangelo moretti]

Without anything beyond that measly excuse, Leone's eyes widened at Ty's question. He wasn't expecting any curiosity, had figured any bits of his life outside the time he spent without his master didn't matter. "I just had a lot of schoolwork," his defensive tone was accidental, another unfortunate trait that often pitted others against him.

Leone pressed tighter against the body around his, craving and relishing in this gentle hold. The boy closed his eyes and blocked out voices, as if restricting his other senses would amplify that of touch. Such a warm and harmless embrace was foreign to the smaller, he was much too young to remember the last time he was touched without vile intentions. Despite the position Ty had over him, and less than honorable schemes they endured before, Leone felt... safe almost, and quickly grew to enjoy this type of contact. His tightened body was beginning to relax then melt in Ty's arms, and he let out a light, pleased humming sound beside his contented sigh.

But then darkness stole away that relaxation at the criticizing of his state of dress. Leone frowned back and just lay silent, letting Tyrone observe the other on his own. "It's not very warm in here so I..." once again he easily trailed off with another lie, heart beating faster and blue eyes slitted with an almost angry expression as he craned his neck to look back at his master.

An accidental gasp escaped his lips at the feeling of a hand against the bare skin of his back. Much like a pet not wanting to be stroked, Leone growled slightly but then coiled at the demand. He was no longer going to foolishly obey for the sake of his pride, and with slow, choppy movements began playing with the hem of his shirt. However as Ty lay against him, Leone could feel the other's subtle change in body language as he relaxed into sleep. Perking up, the slave shifted and stared with momentary shock at the sleeping face of his master. A triumphant grin poked at the corners of his mouth as he was able to calm down once again.

For a moment he watched the other sleep, a very faint blush crossing the bridge of his nose at the form. It seemed everyone looked more beautiful in the mysterious state of slumber... and Leone was noticing just how attractive his master was, as long as they weren't pinned up harshly against an alcove wall together that is. Swallowing his feels and the unfamiliar quickening of his pulse, Leone squirmed down and tucked his head underneath Ty's chin, hoping his movements wouldn't wake the other as he waited for exhaustion to take him once again.

[tyrone darren sheffler]

Tyrone slept peacefully for hours, not once did he toss and turn as he usually did. He lay snuggled up with his slave boy whose head lay on his chest, in his slumber his other arm had curled about him protectively as well and the two looked so beautiful as they lay there together. He wasn't sure what had disturbed him in the end but slowly his eyes opened, looking at the head of hair and wondering for a moment who in the wide world this person was. When slowly he woke properly and his consciousness caught up with him, he realized who it was and smiled. Kissing the top of Leone's head, he relaxed a moment enjoying the feel of the boy in his arms and wishing it could like this between them all the time. Defenses down and no fear insight.

It was typical though that on waking Tyrone became incredibly horny, it couldn't be helped and having Leone so close to him was definitely encouraging the situation greatly. Turning himself ever so slightly he shifted Leone's head back on to his arm tilting his face so he could look at him as he slept. The guy was beautiful there was no denying that at all. Tyrone trailed a finger gently down Leone's cheek before brushing his thumb across the boys lips. They were too irresistible and he could not help but lean forward a little and brush his own against them. Placing his hand then on Leone's chest just above his heart, feeling the boys heartbeat as he watched him; Tyrone knew he could not leave him slumber any longer. He wanted him, he needed him like a desperate ache deep within him.

"Leone" he urged gently, "wake up Leone."
Gentle strokes across his chest above the fabric of the clothing as he tried to stimulate the boy to wake.

[leone michelangelo moretti]

Leone too slept soundly for one of the only nights in years. His body pressed up against his master, feeling his warmth, his scent all around him and carefully listening for steady breathing through a groggy state. The slave had willingly intertwined into one with the other male, not waking once as his body recognized itself how the two fit so well together, bodies curled around each other perfect and heated. Without fear, without resistance or anxiety Leone was obviously very contended taking a deep nap with a boy called Master.

But dreams were disrupted as they always were, and as he felt his body move Leone only shut his eyes tighter, like a kid not ready to wake for a schoolday. Groaning slightly, Leone's body stayed relaxed and limp against Ty's, barely feeling the touches on his face, and even then just focusing on the feelings he thought were all a dream.

However this imaginary slumber could only last so long, and at the sound of his name and a soft command Leone could no longer fake sleep to even himself. "Nnn," Large blue eyes opened a fraction of a fraction of a centimeter before closing once more, unhappy without the warm body pressing against his and searching for it once more. Squirming closer to Ty, Leone buried his face right back into the other's bare chest and wrapped a frail arm around his Master's waist, the touch ginger at first then tightening with the desire to stay close. Without a harsh hand on his body or threatening words in the mouth of Tyrone, Leone found it easier to relax... and also to disobey the orders given to him. For now he was much too tired, and much too satisfied to move from where he was. The embrace of the other didn't feel empty like those of recyclable friends did, and the smaller boy felt as if he finally found something he had been craving so desperately for years.

"I don't want to wake up," his voice was gargled from that interrupted sleep, and Leone's body lay still as his body began rising and falling once more as he attempted to go back to sleep.

He was quite foolish when it came to sexual attraction, and didn't realize, even now, that his body pressed up against somebody and hot breath now on the chest of his Master could bring the other to arousal. With a soft sigh Leone's arm around Tyrone's waist loosened slightly, and moved up to grab at his upper back.

[tyrone darren sheffler]

Tyrone stiffened considerably as the boy literally cuddled into him. He wanted to do the right thing and just leave him there, hold him and enjoy the trust that Leone was finally giving him but his breath across Ty's chest was doing serious damage to his composure and serious damage to other body parts that were not as willing to behave no matter how hard Tyrone fought mentally.

He wanted him so badly yet he also wanted Leone to give himself of his own accord and that was not likely to happen if Tyrone got frisky with him now. Leone's breath fanned across Tyrone's chest, his arm snaked about him and held him close. Ty groaned aloud, this was the most exquisite and beautiful torture he had ever felt. Turning his head he kissed the top of Leone's head but this gentle action seemed to warrant another. The slave boys hand moved to his master's upper back as if wanting to be closer to him as well.

Tyrone hooked a finger beneath Leone's sleeping face, tilted his chin upwards and pressed his mouth to the boy's lips. There was no way he could disguise his erection, even if he had laid there allowing the boy to sleep on. He was hard, pulsating desperately for the angel that lay in his arms. His mouth grew hungrier across the soft lips, his tongue parted Leone's lips apart and delved in. Tasting the sweetness mixed with the hours of stale sleeping hours and yet the boy still tasted divine. The hand that touched his face moved down to cup a firm buttock pushing Leone closer to his hardened member.

He wanted nothing now but to strip the boy of his clothing, to see him completely naked and gorge himself on him. Tyrone's mouth moved relentlessly waking the boy up with kisses where words had failed.

[leone michelangelo moretti]

There was no intention of dropping sexual hints in the touches Leone was planting against Tyrone's body, but unbeknown to the young boy until now, sexual frustration was exactly what he was causing. The slave just wanted to lay there in that warm, secure embrace, ignore the filthiness he felt for trusting a man that could do anything he wanted with him. It was easier to do once he was comfortable in the arms of his master, and Leone was slowly, but inwardly accepting this new liking. Despite being a pessimistic, almost grim figure, in this situation, looking on the bright side meant survival for his pride and individuality. Instead of defying every touch, every kiss to soak up any honor off the floor, he wanted to learn to like it, learn to enjoy the sensations so he could possibly, maybe even be happy as Ty's possession.

However it was that word, possession, that was holding him back. Leone had considered that maybe in a slow-paced, gentle relationship he could be with another male... but in this situation, where he had no say, had no opinion, and was simply an object, the slave couldn't help but resist the advances upon him. Of course, the idea that he would willingly let himself go to Ty without any shame was far beyond ridiculous. Despite how he was warming up to his master, Leone was still fighting relentless for self-control, he was a ticking time bomb ready to explode at anything small sexual act he might not enjoy. For such a stubborn, rash teenager, force would be needed if his master planned to go far physically with his new pet.

Mindlessly he groaned back, closed eyes wincing at the unwelcomed rush of light as Ty pulled his face from the crevice of the other's neck. "Ty?" his voice was tortuously gentle and angelic-like as he spoke his master's name before the kiss, and slowly blue eyes slanted open to peer at the other.

That strange tingle of anxiety returned to his body as their kiss intensified, and Leone gripped at Tyrone's back, eyes closing once more as he accepted the touch. "Nnn..." he moaned lowly against the other's mouth, tongue sliding against his master's rather eagerly before he pulled back a fraction of an inch, wide eyes searching Ty's face. He remained close, close enough for their lips to brush, and with a hair of a movement they'd be kissing once more. "Ah, wait.." as if his words would mean something, Leone scrambled against the other's body, a hard blushing dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. There it was again, the signal of his master's arousal, something that Leone wasn't used to, and was in fact, terrified of. He wanted it all to stop, wanted to just keep kissing as they were and go no further. The boy would be a frustrating lover, and turned out an even more frustrating slave. He was picky and fickle, one minute ready for physical contact while the next moment he seemed to fight it with all he got.

"Wait," he urged in a growl, a cold sharpness to his voice, as he once again got cocky with faux authority. Leone half-glared at Ty and pushed back against the hand, rather feeling pressure on his own rear then have to be rubbed up against his master's bare shaft.

[tyrone darren sheffler]

Tyrone expected very little in return from Leone, perhaps a shove away from him but nothing more. What he had not expected was the kiss that Leone returned. The boys lips moved deliciously with his own, teased him just enough, pleasured him just enough but always leaving him gasping for more. Tyrone would have settled for a whole morning of kissing Leone, could have happily lay there in his arms all day if he chose to but then Leone was attempting to move away. Push himself from his master and in his stubborn set way, tell him to wait.

Tyrone was highly amused, the boy seriously didn't know what he wanted at all. Running hot and cold so fast it was enough to make anyone dizzy. A hand raised to the boys mouth, a finger pressed against his lips.
"Shhhh" Tyrone lowered his lips to his slave's once more, tender and pliant. Moving his body over closer again as his hands reached now for Leone's top and began to take it from him. The boy he knew would struggle but Tyrone was prepared for this and straddled him swiftly as he gave a final yank to the top over the timid boys head. Flinging it to the ground he turned back to look at the body now before him but instead of a smile he grimaced.

Someone had marked and scarred his slave and Tyrone was not at all pleased. No wonder he had always been so terrified of his touch. With such gentleness Tyrone ran his fingers along each one before lowering his head and kissing them as well. His lips caressing the marked skin, causing a fountain of tingles to erupt. He did not know where all this tenderness came from, he had never been so gentle with any lover before but Leone was not just any guy.

Removing himself once more from the boy, he lay back down beside him and brokering no refusal gathered him close to him. A hand stroking Leone's hair as his other cupped his face and tilted it to look at him.
"You are mine and you are under my protection now. No one will ever hurt you like that again" his words were sincere, strength behind them to speak of his honesty. Any one attempt to hurt Leone ever again would have him to answer too, that may not have seemed like much in the grand scheme of things but it was a start.

Again with the boys lips so close to his own, he found it impossible not to kiss him again. He was still hard, still excited to have the boy in his arms, still eager to possess him but knowing for sure now that he would have to take his time... just not too much time. Even with that thought it seemed all too much and again his hand ran the length of Leone's body. Above the boys boxer shorts he touched him. Ran his hand caressingly along his shaft as he felt Leone grow almost instantly hard. He had to taste him again, he simply had to.
"I'll be gentle ... I promise" he told him, not giving the boy any time to protest as he moved down his torso once more, kissing each line and sinew of the boys body as his hands began to lower Leone's boxer shorts.

It took little more than a few seconds and Tyrone was licking him, caressing his shaft, kissing his member hungrily. Fucking him passionately with his mouth and feeling ready to explode himself for the effort.

[leone michelangelo moretti]

Eyes stared desperately at Ty for only a moment, begging him silently for a pause in this encounter. However after feeling those tender lips upon his own Leone relaxed once more, no longer pushing at the hand bringing him closer to the other's arousal, but certainly moving nowhere near it. He was a fickle boy, teasing then resisting Tyrone while the next minute trusting and accepting his movements, actions that would otherwise be used for sex appeal, but for Leone it was a simple matter of a change of mind based off his unwillingness to affirm his sexuality, and that ever present fear. He would want Tyrone... if not for the situation they were in, but at the same time if the other hadn't forced the two together, there would be no way Leone could act upon his urges of attraction toward his master. As simple students, the slave would just force himself to pay no mind to a stranger, even if that sexual attraction was present and obvious.

"No!" all thoughts were cut off, all previous signs of arousal from the smaller boy halted as he felt fabric sliding up his body... bruised and scarred skin revealing itself to the world. "D-Don't..." he gasped at the touches, for as gentle as they were he didn't want anyone to see him like this, especially Tyrone, who he'd sudden grown the urge to impress. "Don't look at them, don't look at me," his voice was hushed, and shoulders drew in at a feeble attempt to conceal his body. "Please... I'm ugly," another whisper, his tiny voice barely audible if the two weren't so close. With tanned skin and so many marks faded or blended, most were difficult to see, (less visible than Leone was making it seem with this violent reaction) but with Tyrone being inches away, and that look on his face, Leone knew that his master had noticed.

Watching him in strained confusion, Leone leaned into the touches, grabbing at Tyrone again like a kicked puppy hiding behind a hero from a previous, abusive master. All he wanted was to be safe and loved by someone, ANYONE, but now he was bond to a master, who in Leone's eyes, wanted to use him in only one way... and that certainly didn't involve any love. But there was something in his voice, something that the slave couldn't just ignore. For another rare occurrence he was trusting in Tyrone to keep his promise, and continued to cling to him like the needy pet he was, praying, waiting to be told everything would be okay.

"Ah!" Leone shuddered, shying away from the touches and trying to dissolve his body into the bed and away from Tyrone's hand. Wide, shivering eyes watched that hand as it descended lower, growing more and more aroused as unfamiliar pangs banged at the inside of his lower stomach. "Nn... d-don't," short gasps replaced steady slow breathing, and small hands gripped at the other's back, showing no gentleness as his fingertips dug sharply into Tyrone's back and shoulders. All of these moves were spontaneous of course, little fits of frustration and pleasure that Leone wasn't used to in the least bit.

"Fuck... no!" The smaller boy cried out, showing no mercy in his vocals. He continued to whine, moan, and practically scream in pleasure with the feelings of warm, wet lips around him. Never once did he experience this kind of sensation, and although it was filling him with quick, intense euphoria, it also brought upon equally intense feelings of shame and humiliation. "Nnnn... dooon't," his last pleading protest was easily flawed as it translated into a moan, narrow hips jerking up instinctively as his whole body seemed to react on it's own in accordance to Ty's efforts.

His cheeks and ears had become bright red, while he kept a pair of teeth tight over his own wet lips in order to keep sounds inside himself. Although his body was shaking and becoming damp with sweat from the sudden pleasure, he was also tense, and his thin legs drew close together, as if trying to deny Tyrone access between the limbs. He was tortuous to watch, an angelic beauty who's own resistance and shameful feelings attached to pleasure were endearing in themselves.

"Ty!" He groaned the other's name, louder and thicker than any sounds before, hands groping down to grasp at the other's hair. Leone tugged with every movement of his master's lips, gasping and writhing against the hold. "N-No... stop, stop," his head tilted back while eyes rolled up then closed softly, all noises of pleasure and resistance ceasing as he felt a warmth rise in his belly. Being a virgin in every way possible, Leone was reaching his climax quickly, and was too overwhelmed by the bizarre jolts of euphoria he couldn't even think straight to resist.

[tyrone darren sheffler]

Tyrone heard his slaves words about being ugly but tossed them aside for now, that was a matter he wanted to address when he wasn't so geared up. As his tongue flicked and licked Leone's shaft, he felt every jerk and movement the younger male made and knew that try as he might to deny it, Leone was enjoying himself. The boy was so bloody confused sometimes it took all of Ty's patience not to whack him himself but he wasn't the violent type and slapping his slaves about was not what he was famous for at all.

The boy bucked and groaned, called out again and again. Spouted the odd expletive and called his name. Tyrone registered it all away for future reference, he could feel the pulsing throbbing member almost quicken, the change in the boys movements and knew he would come. Moving himself so that he leaned somewhat over the boy, his hand caught the cum that spurted out of the shaft before it seemed to deflate. The gooey mass in his hand was massaged slowly into Leone's stomach, Tyrone's own cock was near bursting and he wanted to take Leone badly. He was tired of waiting, tired of giving this boy space. He wanted him!

He didn't mean to do it roughly but that was how he rolled Leone over and lay on top of him.
"It'll hurt just a minute" he kissed the boys cheek before spreading his legs a bit wider and positioning himself and his shaft just behind his slave. He guided himself in with one hand while his other held Leone by his right hip. With one strong thrust he pierced inside the slave trying to spare him any pain by taking his time. Damn but the boy felt amazing, in and out he slid. Both hands now gripped each hip as he plunged in and out, muttering his own expletives now.
"Oh fuck, oh Leone... fuck!" he muttered again and again, groaning as he penetrated deeper and let his head roll back.

Again and again, faster and faster he went before slowing down to watch his penis slide in and out of his slave. It was only about three minutes, he wanted to drag it out longer but he had waited what felt a life time for this and so with one final thrust, one good ram he came inside his slave before flopping his weight down on top of him. His hands stroked the boys face and arm, their sweat mingling as he lay on top of Leone's back.
"You are possibly the best shag I have had in quite some time" he grinned continuing to kiss the boys face as he slowly slid out of him.

"Just give me a few minutes to get some strength up and we'll go again"gently he began to rub against him as he lay there.

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[leone michelangelo moretti]

"Ohh... no, stop, please, please just stop," repetition of robotic pleas continued the pass the slaves swollen lips as he began to succumb to pleasure. He couldn't take this shame, but oh when it felt so intoxicating who would really do much to fight it?

And for a moment he was relaxed, noises ceasing as his body tensed up and cramped, movements unstable as he reached his peak. Without control of his release Leone only watched the other's hand move the mess to his stomach, swallowing hard and panting as the thick liquid spread on his skin. Curling fists up to his chest, sheepishly watching Ty's fingers as his breath came in heavy gasps. Did he owe the other a thank you? A smile? Any look of gratitude at all? Of course Leone had really said no... multiple times in fact, but now he was relieved his master ignored his protests, because that was the best damn sensation of his life.

He was out of mind while Ty turned him over, back and ass now exposed to his master. Freezing, the boy's eyes widened in realization, but the leftover tingling euphoric feeling from his orgasm disabled any physical resistance. "Please, don't..." his voice was barely a whisper, a practically silent begging that he was only saying to himself. By now Leone had accepted that his master wouldn't stop for his own sake or discomfort... but he was so scared and ashamed of these feelings he wouldn't go down without a fight. "Not now, please," tears formed at his eyes, but didn't flow. Not even when he felt a piercing, dry pain carving into his body.

Without any type of lubrication or preparation the pain of losing his virginity like this was almost unbearable. The boy tried to stay as still as possible, mouth opened and attempting to let out a strained cry for help, while his eyes stayed glued and blank on the pillow he was being pounded into. He tried to scream, tried to beg his master to stop, but his voice had seemed to run cold. Now too stressed, tense and petrified to feel any but a tap of pleasure, Leone made a yelping noise as he felt hot cum inside of him. With damp droplets of sweat lining his body, the slave remained shivering underneath his master, burying his blushing face to hide any signs of shame he felt.

No... he didn't want to take another round, couldn't take another round... he was already in pain, humiliated and close to tears. Even those words made him wince, something that was supposed to be a compliment just making him sick. It made him feel worse to know that he was nothing to Ty but a temporary sex toy, something that he could easily sell for something better. Why didn't he fight more?! Why didn't he defend his honor until he died! Leone cursed himself for this, burying his face into the plushness of the mattress and trying to ignore the words Ty spoke to him. He needed a shower, that's all he wanted at the time, to scrub himself raw and clean to get rid of the filth that encased his body. Was he some sort of slut..? Was that the reason he was in this position now? Could Ty tell that he was easy and that's the reason he fucked him so quickly... without emotion or tenderness..

Slowly he squirmed underneath the other, cheeks red and flushed as he peeked from the blankets of the bed in order to search for a way out. Although his body language was hostile, Leone didn't utter one curse, didn't defy their contact, but simply stayed quiet in dreary, terrified obedience.

[tyrone darren sheffler]

He heard the gasps and moans, the cries and pleas but he had been too far gone to stop. His hand soothed Leone's forehead as he moved himself slowly so that he was leaning half on and half off the boy, his stomach still pressed against him and his right leg draped among Leone's.
"I didn't mean to be so rough with you" he whispered to him truthfully, he had hoped that Leone's first time would have been pleasurable but Tyrone had lost control and reason and Leone had lost his virginity in what must have been a painful experience. It only dawned on Tyrone in that moment that he had entered the boy without any type of lubrication and he groaned inwardly, cursing himself. The boy had slowly become special to him though he would deny it from the mountain tops if any other master or mistress mentioned it.

Now however his hand gently stroked the side of Leone's face, as his lips kissed across his shoulders in between whispered words.
"I'm so sorry. It'll be better next time I promise" he told him, as he lifted himself up and moved across Leone so that he now faced him, using his hand to tilt the boys face to his. Tyrone lay close all the while, not daring to move too far away incase Leone ran or did something stupid. If the boy felt as if he had just been raped he wasn't far off and it actually gutted Ty to think this. Leaning closer he kissed him tenderly, parting his lips with his tongue while his hand caressed his cheek.

A moment later he was looking in the boys eyes.
"I should have used something to make it easier on you" he wasn't trying to make excuses for himself but he wanted to reassure Leone that he was not just a piece of meat that had just been used for his masters primal desires.
"I will in future, I want this to be special for you too" he leaned in to kiss the boy again, whispering at Leone's lips for him to kiss him back.

[leone michelangelo moretti]

His body still trembled gently, shoulders hunched up to better hide his face and fists tight around the linen sheets. He hoped to stay like this for a while, wait until the other slept so he could take a long, dangerously hot shower. But he didn't plan to run, simply because he knew there was no where to run to. His father would only beat him more if he found out. And his mother, seldom depressed and indifferent, would take no notice to her son's anguish and pain. Ignoring the movements of his master, Leone lay still and silent as he felt a warm body shifting against his. With Tyrone's cum still inside of him, Leone felt dirty from the inside out. He was almost near puking when those words struck him, causing a strange line of emotions to question what his master just said.

Slowly and hesitantly he turned to face the opposite male, this gesture quite a struggle because of his shame. He just couldn't trust in those words, not when he had been forced so many times by this boy into unwanted physical contact. Biting his lip, Leone closed his eyes and stayed quiet, once against turning so that his eyes were hidden. He wanted to pull from those kisses, from those words... just wanted to disapear into nothingness. With eyelids wrinkled with the effort to stay tightly closed Leone tried to drigt off, to make himself invisible, blind and deaf so that Tyrone would just leave him alone.

He had said no... he had begged and pleaded, and was going to stand by this as feelings of tight shame gripped at his heart. He didn't want this... did he...? The question was painful to ask, and once again humiliation burned at his cheeks. This pale and sickened expression didn't leave his features as Ty looked at him, and Leone wriggled desperately back, eyes averted and lips stiff and hostile as he tasted his master on his lips once more.

"Nngh... no... the boy fidgeted violently and grimaced, reaching back with one hand to attempt to bring covers to hide his exposed self. Don't look at me! his voice was a piteous wail, and despite a small outburst he succumbed easily to Tyrone's unspoken order, kissing him back with hard urgency to distract himself. Fluttering eyes open, Leone shuddered and stared into the other's eyes, further bringing up the blankets. Can I please take a shower? he begged softly, voice and weak body submissive.

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