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Post by tyrone darren sheffler on Jun 10, 2010 13:34:39 GMT -5
Usually it irked Tyrone no end when Leone made his strange little noises and became positively frigid, tightening up and barely kissing him when ordered but now he felt the boy was somewhat justified in his actions and chose not to reprimand him over it. Instead, he smiled at him and slipping from the bed as quick as a march hare he took Leone by the hand and walked him to the bathroom. The floor beneath his feet was cold stone tile and sent shivers through him as he pushed the shower door back and turned the tap on. Checking the water took a mere moment and then he was standing back to allow Leone to get in but of course he wasn't going to just leave it there. It seriously wouldn't have been Ty if he had.
He stepped in directly after the boy preventing him from closing the door if that had been his intention and once inside, shut the door himself. The water sprayed just to the left of them and Tyrone reached for a sponge and some shower gel, giving enough of a squirt he lathered up some suds and turned back to his slave. "I'll wash you" he told him and with the utmost care he slowly wiped down the boys chest. The strokes were slow and pleasurable, almost erotic though the intention was first and foremost to cleanse Leone. He moved the boy forward so the spray would rinse him as he turned to wash his back down. Again the same delicate motions with sponge against skin, circular rotations lowering all the while to his buttocks. Here he just lowered himself, so that he was able to wash along Leone's thighs and between his legs.
It must have felt like infinity as Tyrone sponged every inch of his slave and rinsed him clean. By the end of it they were both facing one another, the glass doors of the shower had long since steamed up and Ty could feel his breathing coming in gasps as he looked at his slave. Dropping the sponge his hands cradled Leone's face as he kissed him. Gentle yet firm, mouth moving a little more urgently with every motion. Their bodies were beginning to press closer and Ty could feel their shafts touching as if wanting to duel. He could feel Leone's stiffen, an involuntary reflex no doubt as his own did the same but Tyrone also knew his was from excitement building. He moved himself back against the wall of the shower looking at his slave the entire time. "Leone, go down on me" he whispered, "give me a blow job and do it like you mean it." He hoped the boy wouldn't put up any protest, that he would sink to his knees and comply willingly. Tyrone of course also dreamed often that Leone would offer these type of services willingly without having to be asked, but dreams were just that and highly unlikely to ever come true. [/color][/size]
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Post by leone michelangelo moretti on Jun 10, 2010 20:28:05 GMT -5
Relieved by Tyrone's positive reaction, Leone squeezed the other's hand light, a hint of desperation and neediness behind the gesture. Despite how much he seemed to despise his master, Leone was also becoming quickly attached... Tyrone was the first to see him completely naked, first to kiss, give to and receive pleasure from Leone. It was strange to think a boy that forced his slave into unwanted sexual attention would be admired the way that Leone looked to Tyrone, but the younger boy wasn't as stable as most after being abused for so long. Not to say that he liked being abused, but was rather used to it... and at least Tyrone wasn't hitting him, and treated Leone like a human being now.
Like a shy schoolgirl Leone clung to Ty's arm as the other turned on the water, body aching for that soothing touch of steamed water. Unlike most times Leone wasn't surprised or frightened out of his wits as Tyrone entered, and from the corner of his eye he watched the door encase them in a heated chamber.
Leone simply nodded, accepting the words and turning a shade of pink when the gentle touches smoothed over his chest. The slave was particular sensitive in that area of his body, especially the pink budded nipples. Blue eyes rolled back and a whine of pleasure and desire escaped barely parted lips. He held noises back as water rushed over him, watching as it stung and burned his skin just enough to actually reach satisfaction. A heated gaze raised up to Tyrone's, shuddering and swallowing hard as he watched the other lower himself. Without a word Leone wrapped his arms gently around his master's shoulders, shying away from the touches of the sponge between his legs, his rear and inner thighs sore and sensitive after their previous adventure.
He felt a little silly being cleaned in this way, like an inadequate boy having to be scrubbed and rinsed. However he couldn't deny how soothing it was, how relaxing relieving and comforting it was to have somebody care for him like this. Without any real knowledge of it, the slave could feel a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, and his body and eyes softened greatly as he rested his hands against the other's shoulders. "Thank you..." despite the meekness of his words, there was strength behind them, genuine and true.
Immediately the younger male kissed back, hands sliding down slowly from Ty's shoulders to his arms. Tilting his head, Leone intensified the kiss with his own inexperienced, and rather sloppy skills. He still found himself making mediocre errors and getting his lips placed in an awkward spot, but considering how skittish Leone had been this whole time, he was really learning quite fast. He would never think this physical connection would eventually come naturally, but now whenever the two males kissed he actually enjoyed the sensations.
"Nngh!" his hips bucked forward as their shafts touched, gripping tighter to Ty's arms only to watch as the other pulled back. His pulse raced as he looked over his master's body, this time with strange stirrings inside his lower body instead of anxiety. The request, of course, was something he didn't want to do, but in fear of having to have sex once again, Leone figured this could be his way out. "Yes, master," he surprised himself, because after those whispered words he found himself harder than before, and with widened eyes dropped to his knees to hide this.
Lifting both hands he ran both thumbs against either side of Tyrone's cock, and resting palms on the other's lower hips when they reached there. Gentle as always, Leone scooted forward and arched his back, pouted lips teasing the very tip of his master's shaft. After a small groan Leone took all of Tyrone's cock into his mouth, lips tightening around the flesh and sucking gingerly and almost curiously at the skin. As he worked his body rocked back and forth, giving his master a clear view of his lower half as he bobbed. Once again he could feel his own groin pulsating, stiffening and hardening as he sucked on this male.
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Post by tyrone darren sheffler on Aug 12, 2010 9:52:27 GMT -5
He had expected a lot of things, protestations coming out the whazoo but he didn't get any. Instead Leone meekly complied, sank to his knees and touched Tyrone softly. His eyes closed from the initial contact as his fingers reached out and curled into Leone's hair. The feeling was exquisite as his slave took him inside his mouth. The pleasure was unspeakable, there were no words for the ecstasy that coursed through him at that very moment. Finally opening his eyes he looked down, the boy actually looked as if he were enjoying himself. Back and forth he rocked gently and Ty could see his hard cock sliding in and out of Leone's mouth. Planting his feet apart to steady himself he aided the boy by holding firmly yet gently to his head, guiding him back and forth along the hard shaft. Groans of pleasure escaping him as the moist feel of Leone's mouth cloaked him.
He moaned a little, his own hips moving with the rhythm now, back and forth pulsating as the intensity threatened to overwhelm him. Ty wanted to touch Leone, wanted to lick and kiss every inch of him. Wanted to hold him so badly and do so many wonderous things to him and with him. Had Leone come out of his shell enough? Would he trust Tyrone enough to be more forth coming now? He could feel he was about to explode inside the boys mouth but decided that Leone probably had enough shock for one evening, so moved his shaft back from the boy and guided Leone to stand. It was only then that Ty saw how indecently hardened his slave was. "Fuck me!" he swore under his breath but hastily held up a hand as he looked up at Leone again, "I didn't mean that literally, as much as I want you too."
He couldn't help but look at it again and reached out to gingerly touch the swollen organ. Damn but his slave was well hung! He softly caressed the shaft with the tips of his fingers as water still dripped from the shower. With his free hand he turned the water off, he felt so unbelievably horny again as he pushed the door back and glistening from the shower stepped out taking Leone by the hand with him. Standing before him, the two erect members almost sizing each other up, Tyrone moved in closer to cradle Leone's face with his large hands. His lips pressed gently to his mouth, his tongue parting the lips that were always so stubbornly set against him. Probing the depths of his mouth he lowered one hand to Leone's shoulder, stroking the damp skin as the kiss deepened.
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Post by leone michelangelo moretti on Aug 14, 2010 19:16:48 GMT -5
He flinched instinctively at the touch, opening his eyes and loosening his lips as Tyrone guided him back onto his feet. Panting to regain the breath stolen by sexual arousal and effort, the boy flicked his thumb against his own bottom lip and watched the other. "W-Was it bad...?" he was wondering now why his master had stopped, when before he wouldn't even slow down to Leone's pleas and begging.
Ashamed at the state of his erection, the slave slowly descended his oustretched fingers over the throbbing member in a lame attempt to conceal it. "Nn," he blushed modestly, eyes closing as he tried to will away his obvious signal of desire. "I'm embarrassed," he whimpered quietly, shifting closer to the boy opposite him and burying his flushed face into Tyrone's warm neck. But now in this position their cocks were touching, simultaneously sending even more pleasure to both males. And as he breathed in the now freshened, cleaned scent of his master and stood so close... Leone couldn't deny the quick hardening of his cock.
Tingling inside and out, Leone cried out suddenly when fingers stroked against his swollen erection, this time his bursts of pleasure pulsing through his body without feelings of shame and fear. He was able to collect himself while following Tyrone diligently out from underneath the water, practically shaking with want. Big blue eyes scaled the body of the other boy, skimming across his bare, perfect skin as water snaked down it in a slick, gentle glide. Never before had his master looked so beautiful, never did Leone think he would be allowed to witness so much. No longer did he feel like a play thing nor a toy being cast aside after too much use. Briefly he wondered how long things would stay like this, how long he would be under the care and orders of Ty. Leone expected it to go from bad to worse, but as he stood there kissing the other back, he was beginning to fall into trust with his master, learning to behave in order to receive this kinder treatment.
Once more his body was stiff, not from the typical negative reaction earlier that day, but with the effort to please Tyrone. The slave had never kissed before, and in a matter of weeks lost both his first kiss and first session of lovemaking in rather... unpleasant experiences. His master was the only one to ever touch him like this, to ever use his lips on the younger boy, and Leone felt he fell short because of his lack of sexual activity before this. Clumsily he opened his lips, parting them wide then taking the initiative to narrow the opening once more, either out of his naturally teasing behavior or with anxiety of doing something wrong.
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