in the detonate box; [tyrone] [M]

[leone michelangelo moretti]

With a little bit of effort, Leone Moretti could easily be an A + student, but the language barrier was usually what got to the boy. He was an immigrant from Italy, and although he'd been surrounded by English for almost four years now, he never quite allowed it to soak in. Despite being teased for the trip-ups in class or a nervous stutter, there was little ambition for improvement.

His accent was light because it would be a difficult task to get out of speaking English everyday, so the main indication of his Italian roots were the small mistakes in his speech.

Although the Courtyard was silently restricted for those with studying to do or friends to meet, Leone ventured there with neither of those intentions. Without a book in hand or a companion by his side he looked a bit out of place, but there was no concern on the boy's mind about his matter of appearance. He could brush off the strange looks he got as long as no one bugged him. The idea of confrontation with another was a terrifying thought to the Italian, a strange secret that didn't seem to match his outwardly confident behavior.

There was a patch of grass with long stalks and discoloration on the emerald soft spot where the leaves of the tree beside it swept over. The boy was immediately drawn to the blotchy circle, and once he was close enough bent down to his hands and knees to touch the cool soil. A sweet smile crossed his lips and he crawled forward only to bump his head against the back of someone's leg. Grimacing to himself, Leone shook his hair and sat back on his rear, peering up at the other with a look of curiosity.

"Oh... s-sorry," his apology was mumbled as blue eyes watched the stranger.

[tyrone darren sheffler]

Tyrone had just received yet another phone call from his mother aggravating him on the moral issues about being bi-sexual. Exasperated he had hung up on her yet again. It was now nearly two years since his parents had walked in on a party he had thrown in their absence to discover their son in the arms of another boy kissing intensely. They had quickly shunted just about everyone else out of the house as well as Kyle, his father typically grasping Kyles collar and forcibly tossing him out. Tyrone had been enraged of course, he was a master to parents who were slaves. How this phenomenon had occured he would never know but it usually meant he got pretty much his own way in everything, but this.

A shouting match had ensued and he had stormed out leaving them with the parting shot that he was attracted to females and males alike and that there was nothing they could do about it. He had gone to his best friends house that night, Vienna and Tyrone had been friends since kindergarden. She was beautiful and clever, witty and just downright brilliant in his eyes. He never did quite understand why they just gelled so well together but only as friends. They had never even tested any other waters and he knew for a fact that they never would. Being attracted to your best friend was just madness, so it never happened. Vienna knew about his sexual tastes and did not judge him at all which he loved about her.

He had happily crashed at her place that night and then the following day had been informed that she had to leave him while she went abroad. A whole year and a half without his bestie, he sighed now thinking about it. They had emailed, skyped, chatted till the early hours many nights when she was gone and had left him to house sit for her but it was never the same as having her here with him. He missed how she always teased him about the first item of clothing he put on and would make him change it immediately, how he always took nearly 15 minutes to brush his teeth and other little quirks that only she seemed to have picked up on over the years.

Walking along he decided to just hang out for a while, he had alot to contemplate. For the first time he had actually purchased a slave for himself. He liked the entire slave/master concept but had never put it into operation himself not from lack of wanting too but because quite frankly most of the slave candidates terrified him. Tyrone had finally come across a slave though who he thought he might actually quite fancy a bit. The boy was 17 and still in high school but he was over the legal age at least which was a plus. There weren't too many gay guys or bi-sexual guys in Creighton strangely enough. Still debating on when he should arrange to meet him, Tyrone felt the back of his legs get whalloped and spinning around looked downwards to see the very boy.

His own grey blue eyes met the boys blue and he smiled, holding out a hand to help him up. From the boys file he was Italian and new to the place, so probably didn't know much about the system. Tyrone hoped the two would have plenty of fun as he showed him and the other discovered it. Of course it would be just his luck if he had picked a major homo-phobe of course.

"Ciao Leone, io sono il tuo Tyrone padrone, ma si può chiamare me Ty".

[translation: hello Leone I am your master Tyrone, but you may call me Ty.]

[leone michelangelo moretti]

He glanced up at the other and flinched instinctively, having grown so used to being bullied he only expected anger because of his own clumsiness. Even when Tyrone offered a hand Leone only stared at him for a moment, as if dumbfounded by the gesture. It was when the older boy spoke did Leone accept his hand and pull himself to his feet. "Oh..." he paused when the words calculated in his mind, and the boy grimaced with almost a look of fear.

The slave system was a clouded thought to the young boy, he knew of it's existence but he felt as if he could slip passed it. Nobody paid too much mind to him in this school, master or slave, so Leone considered himself practically invisible to this situation.

"Padrone?" he repeated with a weak growl to his voice. He didn't like the idea of being owned like property... and although he planned to fight it with all he got, the boy knew what he 'got' was not much. Not only was the boy physically scrawny, he didn't have any fighting spirit at all. Leone was naturally submissive, and although he didn't know it yet, could be an obedient kid as long as he had someone to keep him in line. There was a bratty exterior that was quite easily broken, it just took a few pulls at Leone's insecurity to train him.

"Tu non sei il mio padrone!" he continued, a slight blush crossing his cheeks at the thought. The boy was a virgin (hell, wasn't it obvious?), but that didn't mean he didn't experience physical attraction to other males. But the concept of homosexuality was still confusing to him, he'd never been with another teenager of his gender... and hadn't been with a girl either. The mere idea of flirting made him nervous.

"L-Leave me alone..." he almost whispered, slipping back into the English language as he ducked his head and tried to escape past Tyrone, fear showing through his shivering body.

[Translation: Master?
You are not my master!]

[tyrone darren sheffler]

He was not in the mood for a stupid slave being all coy with him, nor was he in the mood for disrespect from anyone beneath him. When the boy came to his feet, Tyrone surveyed him closely. He was cute but there was an outer edge to him, as if he had been spoilt or something before or perhaps it was just the look of peevishness that surrounded him. The boy clearly did not know what it was like to be ordered about or to have a master.

As slight as Ty looked he was anything but, his lean frame was always well hidden with his favorite ti-shirt and waistcoat combo's and loose fitted trousers or denims. He was toned and wiry, quite attractive when he wasn't wearing his glasses apparantly but he could really careless about that. Partners were never in short supply, he did well whenever he went out to clubs. Yet they were all such easy preys, all wanting to be touched and man handled in any way possible.

Perhaps it was the boys words telling him that he was not his master and to leave him that triggered his ruthless side, whatever it was Tyrone was not happy. He got enough crap from his parents he would not tolerate it in a slave. Placing his right hand on the boys left shoulder, his arm pressed up against his chest he pushed the boy back against the tree with no trouble at all.

"I am your master" Tyrone felt the stirrings of sexual pleasure begin to tingle within him, dominance had that affect on him. This boy was fresh from the shelves, the virginal blood almost intoxicating. Ty didn't know of course for sure but he could almost bet his life that this guy was a virgin. With that being said the guy wouldn't even know his sexual orientation yet surely. Tyrone moved closer his body brushing against the boys. His face close so that his breath was on Leone's face.
"You will do as I say when I say it. You're mine and I can do anything I want with you. Anything"

As if to emphasise these words his other hands slid about Leone's waist pulling him closer. Tyrone could feel the blood begin to pulse into his loins, damn but he hadn't meant to get horny especially at this hour of the day. He pressed his groin against the boy.
"Feel that" he whispered maliciously against Leone's mouth, "You did that."

[leone michelangelo moretti]

Anxiety was tight in his spinrle and jaw, and until Tyrone started pushing him, Leone stood frozen and wide-eyed. It took a lot more energy than it should for the smaller boy to push feverishly against the other's body. "L-let me go," he whined, his voice feeble and hopless.

There was no way he could fight Tyrone off, and even if he could what good would it do? He could only duck and hide for so long. A foreshadowing and ominous feeling of dread wracked Leone's mind, making him so dizzy he coulf barely stand. And for a split second he was grateful for the rough touch, for if not for Tyrone pinning him against the tree, the Italian would be reduced to a shivering ball of fear on the ground, and for now, he was ashamed enough to last him the week. Blue eyes met the gaze of his master, and he blushed heavily in response to the hot breath on his face. "Nn.." the boy grit his teeth and looked to the side, no longer able to lock eye contact with Ty. N-no..." the words passed as barely a whisper, "you can't own me, I-I don't want to do what you say," his body quivered as Leone drew closer to tears.

"Please... I, ah!" his plea was cut off, the words killed with a sharp and sudden gasp the moment Tyrone's erection prodded his body. As much as Leone wanted to fight back to gain any pride left, he felt paralyzed by the simple touch, and remained shaking and whimpering piteously while pressed up to his master.

Once those words registered in his brain, a terrified little wail forced itself from Leone's lips and broke the spell that was keeping him frozen. A sudden urge to get away sent his hips jerking back and away from Tyrone, while he turned his face the opposite way. "I didn't!" he squirmed desperately in the other's arms, his pulse racing. "I didn't do that..." unshed tears glazed big blue eyes, and his small hands trailed down to pull weakly at the grip around his waist. Leone didn't understand how sexually torturing he could be to dominant males. A cute face and a tight body, along with baby blue eyes and a delicate, almost fragile, posture. He was almost begging to be broken, and Leone unawareness to it all was his biggest fault. His fickle behavior about intimacy and confusion about his sexual orientation made him an accidental tease.

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[tyrone darren sheffler]

Pushed against the boy, hand about his waist, groin thumping as blood flowed there and seeminly stopped attending to his rational thought process, Tyrone watched Leone's reaction. Almost bidding him to give out, to fight and rage against him. Damn but this close and the boy's blue eyes were beautiful to look at. The flecks of different blues circulating the iris were captivating.
"Yes I do own you" he whispered to him, rubbing his forehead against Leone's feeling aroused beyond anything he was used to at first contact and sight. Moving the hand from the boys shoulder he began to stroke the side of his face, thumb trailing tiny circles across his cheek.

Tender, he was attempting to be tender trying to show his new slave that he wasn't a monster but if he was disobeyed what else could any slave expect. Leone squirmed and Tyrone smiled, the movement of his body pinned against his own felt amazing. He wanted nothing more than to rub himself against Leone, to have the boy go down on him. He was becoming harder and if he didn't control himself soon, release of some form would have to be found. A smile as he looked at the pleading eyes of his slave boy, his eyes glistening with tears.

He was simply just to delicious for words. Tyrone grasped one of Leone's hands and lowered it between them, held it over his crotch rubbed it against himself.
"You did do that and you're going to fix it too" he lowered his mouth on to the boys, his lips slightly rough moved across Leone's hungrily. Frenching him with intensity as he moved both of his hands to cup the boys face, pushing him harder against the tree trunk as his hardened shaft continued to rub against him. Breaking from the kiss he stared down at the beautiful mouth, damn but he seriously needed release now. Looking about him, he tried to figure out a decent place to go.

Then smiling as he saw the old alcoves, most students used them as make out zones anyhow so they were ideal. Grabbing Leone by the hand, his toned arm flexed beneath his ti-shirt as he dragged him across the courtyard. It was extremely uncomfortable to walk with the erection he had but he made it without any mishaps. It was a quiet time so he was fortunate not to meet anyone else. Hauling Leone inside, Tyrone undid his pants and removed his long hard shaft, pushing the boy down onto his knees before him.

"Put it into your mouth and suck it. Bite it once and I'll fucking kill you. Don't do a good job and I'll fuck you so hard right here" he pushed the boys head close to his penis, eagerly awaiting his wet mouth over the shaft.

[leone michelangelo moretti]

"No..." his fighting had ceased, the poor Italian boy was scared beyond his wits, and was starting to realize that there would be no slipping soundlessly out of this situation. Tyrone seemed fixated on his goal, and there was truly no escape route for Leone. But he hated every touch, couldn't even stand the gentle hand for every time Tyrone got close to him he felt sick, felt more dirty than anything for just allowing the other to touch him like this. Despite having no other choice but to submit and obey like a slave is expected to, he couldn't stand himself when he just stood there and took it all without even attempting to gain back his pride. That was the reason for his squirming and weak calls of protest, even if he knew they would amount to nothing more than harsher punishments.

"Nngh," Leone let out a heavy breath again, hot air from his lips touching Tyrone's face on account of their close contact. Even if he didn't like the tender touches, he figured maybe in that moment he could at least get away with another plea, "please don't hurt me... please," he practically whispered, legs shaking as the struggle to keep standing continued.

Another gasp escaped his lips when his own fingers were forced against Tyrone's erection, and again he flinched instinctively, ready for another line of begging before lips were suddenly against his. Eyes widened and tears slipped down his reddened cheeks as he wriggled desperately against the other boy, unaware that his movement was only bringing him more pleasure. "Mm!" he cried, jerking violently away from the hardened shaft against his body but finding no refuge in the tree trunk pressing into his back. "Stop..." his whispered voice was piteous and small. Those calls meant nothing, he knew Tyrone was not going to stop, but for some reason wanted to let the other know that he did not want any of this.

It was not as if Leone thought his master was unattractive, in fact now that they were this close and touching the younger boy could see that he was quite gorgeous himself. But the Italian wasn't used to this type of contact, he felt dirty and ashamed and certainly wasn't aroused himself. Added to the fact that he was now in a situation where he had to obey every word of a complete stranger, even if his master was hot, what he was doing seemed repulsive.

"Please! Let me go!" Leone choked on his own words while being dragged, grabbing onto Ty's wrist as leverage while they moved. He stumbled and sobbed as he was forced to follow the other, but knew that his own discomfort didn't matter right now... nor would it ever matter again. It was all happening so fast, he was a slave now, a human toy that could be wound up and used for... basically anything. Was his life useless? Were all those short-term dreams crushed now that his whole world would now revolve around the boy dragging him away? For a moment Leone stopped his fit to watch Tyrone, realizing he knew nothing about the other, what he was capable, if he had any sick desires. All of which would be taken out on Leone...

He shuddered at the thought and remained silent, even as he was threw down and instructed to perform a sexual act. The boy curled into himself again, chest sucked in and shoulders hiked up. He was so terrified... but there was no way of getting out of this. Hesitantly he shuffled forward on his knees and wrapped shivering fingers around the base of the other's cock. Fuck... he'd never done this before, but it couldn't be too hard, could it? Tyrone had put it simply, just stick it in his mouth and suck. But for some reason that seemed to be a harder task once he was so close, and with fever and more sobbing Leone slid his lips around the tip, accidentally squeezing the base as he struggled to remain calm. "Nn!" he groaned in protest around Tyrone's shaft as he slid more into his mouth, going at a teasingly slow pace because of his own fear.

[tyrone darren sheffler]

Tyrone had never forced himself on anyone before, had never had reason or inclination and yet here he was debasing this complete stranger, yes his slave but still a young boy. Tyrone was torn completely as he dragged him across the forecourt, another protest from Leone's lips had nearly made him lose any inclination he had for what he was about to do but as soon as he looked at the boy once more in the darkened cavern of the alcove Tyrone's arousal had only grown.

Could he help it if the boy was beautiful? Could he help that the boy had turned him on so quickly compared to anyone else on this planet? He had done nothing seductive or perverse, nothing that would normally have gotten Tyrone's attention except for his apparent innocence and the denial to be anything but his slave. Looking down at the head of the boy, as it moved closer, Tyrone felt the first brush of his mouth on his erection and put his head back gasping with want. A hand reached out and touched Leone's head as he looked at him once more, the boys mouth taking more and more of his shaft inside of him.

"That's it Leone, that's it" his voice was soothing as he began guiding the boys head in and out, cradling the sides of his head now with both of his hands. The boy's mouth had obviously never done this before but it still felt great. Tyrone began to slowly pump his hips, pushing himself into the boys mouth further and further. He groaned with delight, feeling the damp mouth covering him but he was too horny now and an unpracticed mouth was not helping him any, it was only increasing the hardness of his member and the intensity for which Tyrone desired the boy.

Pulling himself out of the boys mouth, he ordered him to stand up grasping him under his elbow as he did so. Tyrone gave him no lee way as he pushed him roughly against the wall of the alcove and began kissing him roughly again.
"Kiss me back" he ordered as his hands began to fumble with the opening of Leone's pants.

[leone michelangelo moretti]

By now his whole body was shivering once more, and there was warmth rising in his cheeks from shame and embarrassment. The poor boy had no idea what he was doing, and his actions against the other were already faltered and slow as he tried to keep himself from sobbing. But he was unsuccessful in his feat, full tears streamed down his face while rocking against the other, his tight body following the movements of his head. He only remembered what the other said about not using his teeth, and kept even his tongue suctioned to the bottom of his mouth, not daring to attempt any tricks with his master. The touch upon his head, as gentle as it was, caused the boy to flinch and cry out again, fearful of any punishments.

Those words brought out another ill, but submissive side to the slave, and for just a moment he was still, quietly obeying his master and trying to keep his body as calm as possible. "Ahh.." he pushed himself back violently in response to Ty pulling out, practically collapsing against the floor and wobbling on the spot. He considered fleeing once he was no longer under the hand of his master, but an order and another touch made him freeze and obey. Leone forced himself to his feet to avoid any rougher physical contact, shaking and gagging a bit from the sensations that tickled in his throat.

His lips were perfectly wet and pink, shining against the dimmed light of the alcove and parted slightly as he gasped feverishly for air, wincing as he still tasted Ty with each breath. The boy didn't dare close his eyes, but kept the wide blues against his master's, still glistening with tears as they made their relentless way down his cheeks. From the touch on the sides of his head Leone's thick hair was tussled and pulled from his eyes a bit, further revealing a baby face with soft skin and fragile features. He almost looked angelic (if an angel was broken and crying at least), a hidden beauty that was always masked with a loner attitude along with t-shirts or henley's that practically swallowed a lean torso.

"Stop it!" the boy whimpered as his body was crushed into the wall, wriggling and fighting Tyrone weakly once again. "No-mmf!" his protest was interrupted by a kiss, and for a few seconds Leone continued to squirm and squeal, arching his back to try and push his master off with the weight of his own small frame. The demand was certainly not a hard one, in fact Leone was relieved that the words from his lips didn't order a greater task. But unfortunately the virgin didn't know how to kiss, only thought of it as two pairs of lips joining together... and they already did that didn't they? Another strange moment passed where his piteous panting was the only sound out of the slave, eyes looking desperately up at his new master as if the answer to all his questions were written on the other's face. "I don't know how..." he mumbled, gritting his teeth and trying to jerk to the side.

The touch to his pants was what set the little slave off again, eyes widening further and a strangled wail escaping his lips. "No! You can't touch me there!" his hips wiggled to try and escape the hands, but he only proved to rub against Ty's fingers. "Please! I'll do anything just... d-don't touch me there..." he shuddered, gasping and hiccuping as his sobbing increased intensity and speed. The truth was, Leone was almost afraid of that part of his body, he'd never even masturbated before and certainly didn't want Ty being the first to see his body. The boy was so physically protective of himself, he didn't even like changing in gym class, didn't like the idea of showing off what lay beneath his clothes to the entire world. That was the main reason he was untouched, untainted, and so very petrified right now. His insecurities seemed to go on forever, and he didn't want to share those with his master.

[tyrone darren sheffler]

His mouth moved hungrily against Leone's not noticing at first the boys lack of response, when it did become apparent that only a hasty press of lips against lips was all that was forthcoming, the younger boys revelation nearly undermined Tyrone's equilibrium. A virgin with virginal lips as well, this amused him no end. How absolutely intoxicating was the idea of kissing someone who had never been kissed or knew how too? His hands fumbled to open his pants only to have Leone practically beg him not to touch him there. At first Ty was so consumed by his actions, focused on touching his slave how he wanted too. His fingers brushing over the boys crotch lightly as he opened the top button before touching the zipper at all.

His words then were almost as endearing as himself, anything. Infamous last words, Ty mused to himself as he looked at Leone. Still he had an erection that was painfully in need of release, leaning to the boys mouth he sighed against his lips. This was not how he behaved, this was not how he ever behaved. He knew plenty of gays and bi-sexuals, had been with enough but never once had he ever tried to simply force himself on one of them or had them do something that they seriously did not want to do. Why then he considered, did Leone make a difference? Why was Tyrone quite willing to toss sanity aside to touch the young virile body?

He moved his hands from the boys pants, brushing his crotch once more with a subtle groan as if he were letting Leone know the pleasures he was denying himself. Cupping the boys face in both hands he kissed him slowly this time.
"Open your mouth" his voice a whisper as he spoke against Leone's lips, soft and gentle he moved his mouth over the boys, pressing himself against him as his tongue slowly moved into the crevice of the slaves mouth. Exploring the darkness there, circulating in tiny ripples across his tongue and teeth. Tangling his own tongue with the boys when he took Leone's hand in one of his own and moved it to touch himself.

Breaking from the kiss he stared at the boy.
"You said anything and this has to go down" placing the boys hand over his erect member, he gladly began to instruct Leone how to work it. How to move his hand up and down the shaft, increasing the speed and pressure Tyrone moved his own hand so that it was now just Leone doing the work. Again he cupped the boys face in his hands, resting his forehead against his breathes becoming unsteady at the intense feeling of euphoria that was washing over him.

"That's it Leone, that's it" he whispered, his breath now in ragged gasps inches from the boys mouth. The boy was definitely a virgin but Tyrone knew one thing for sure, if he was going to be his slave that would not last long. Not very long at all.

[leone michelangelo moretti]

All movements from the boy halted while tensely awaiting Ty's next move, rightfully accepting the other boy as the physically dominant one, and knowing that what happened in the alcove, more specifically how far they went sexually, depended on his master. However that didn't mean Leone was going to lay back and let just anything happen to him, he would go as low as to beg and plead in order to avoid touches and punishments that he knew he wouldn't be able to stand without getting sick.

As of now Leone was damaged, but not completely broken. The tears that fell from his face and the desperate look in his eye didn't signal future obedience and cowardice, but instead a blind resistance to this treatment, to this way of life. He could be headstrong when he wanted to be, but often times that stubbornness took effect in situations when it was not needed, or would even harm the boy. Even now he couldn't stop himself from flailing and jerking away from the touches he especially disliked, and informing Ty of his unwillingness. Not like his cries were stopping the other boy (in fact it slipped passed Leone's attention that they were actually encouraging his master), but he already knew he couldn't stop this, only wanted to let Tyrone know that he didn't like it... a pathetic way to try and preserve his pride.

"Ah.." a heavy gasp in response to a brush against his own crotch, the feeling amplified as he pressed himself anxious and frightened against the wall. Not only was he completely against the idea of hiding his body and shying away from sexual situations, Leone was incredibly sensitive in both his body and mind. The words that escaped Tyrone's lips left shivers down his body, it was certainly the first time he had someone breathing like that against him... having such lust in their voice that the younger boy wasn't used to.

This time he allowed himself to obey the command, finally picking his battles against his master. The boy thought that if he obeyed enough rules than perhaps he could resist others without punishment? And even though he didn't appreciate his first day of kissing to be rough with a stranger in a dark alcove, Leone was relieved when the hand on his crotch was removed, and the attention was no longer on his body. Whimpering and whining into the kiss, the slave managed to stop his wriggling and shut blue eyes tight, his own small tongue pushing back against Ty's with a nervous submission in its movement. He gasped subtly for air and released hot breath into the mouth of the other's, not daring to open his eyes to check for a reaction.

Once again he broke from the kiss with hesitation, fearing the next step in their little adventure, and preferring to stay tongue-tied... considering that was the easiest, and least horrifying for the slave to do.

Even as his hand simply touched upon the erection beneath him, Leone cried out and tensed, eyes snapping open to ready himself to try an escape once more. However when he made eye contact with what he was doing, the boy suddenly felt dirty, and decided he didn't want to look or think about what he was doing anymore... instead of claiming his hand back away from the boy's crotch, Leone shut his eyes softly and let tears run. He barely noticed the removal of the other's hand, and worked diligently at the erection, pumping his hand and tightening the grip every so often. His small body trembled as it pressed harder and harder into the wall, trying to avoid contact with Ty's body as he moved. Knowing nothing about sex, Leone guessed carelessly that this was as far as it would go, that if he begged and pleaded like before than his master wouldn't touch his body. He was foolish to believe his own claims.

[tyrone darren sheffler]

The boys hand was inexperienced that was for sure but he was still being effective in his administrations none the less. Tyrone groaned deeply, enjoying the sensations that his new slave was scorching through out him. He had never intended this to happen, had wanted simply a meet and greet but life had a funny way of twisting things about and now here he was, being pleasured by his incredibly cute new slave. Closer he moved to stroke his face, to rub his thumb aginst Leone's mouth when he saw the tracks of his tears racing down his cheeks.

"I don't want to see these" he murmured his eyes seemingly suddenly harsh, he wasn't quick to anger usually but this innocence the boy portrayed was only cute for so long. He'd have to toughen up and tougen up fast. Tyrone was not a bad master, in fact the few slaves he had were now even considered friends of his but he could not put his finger for the life of him, on why this particular slave just messed him up mentally and physically.

Pushing his thumb inside Leone's mouth, he slid it in and out watching the motion as Leone's hand continued to work away on him. He was going to cum he could feel it, so with his other hand he clasped it over Leone's and pushed the boys hand away. He began the tedious task of giving himself a handjob, his thumb still penetrating in and out of the boys mouth until Tyrone gasped and spurting his seed into his hand. Panting slightly and feeling bloody great, he glanced at the boy. Removing his finger he cupped his face with both his hands.

"Do not cry on me, kiss me properly this time I mean it" he was not rough this time but let his mouth move slowly over the other boys, as his body moved in and pressed against him. Ty's tongue plunged the depths of Leone's mouth, tasting and exploring him flicking against his tongue willing it to move and react to his own. Slowly his hands moved back a little so his fingers curled into Leone's hair instead pulling his face closer into the kiss as he continued to press himself against him, imagining now their naked bodies doing the very same thing.

[leone michelangelo moretti]

Anxiety melted slowly from his body, relaxing as he worked on the other with all rebellious noises ceasing. Despite having been degraded and shamed, touching his master like this came surprisingly easily, maybe because it was simple to just close his eyes and pretend like he was somewhere else, movements of his hand becoming almost robotic as he put his mind somewhere else.

He let out a small breath in response to the touch on his lips, but was quick to calm down and opened one eye to face the words. The boy almost retreated when catching that look in Tyrone's eyes... he had seen that anger before, had dealt with the consequences for causing such anger with his father back in Italy, and he sure had the scars to prove it. With a shudder Leone obeyed, taking in a sharp gasp while trying to force down the endless streak of tears. He still didn't know what Tyrone was capable of, and at this point anything was possible in his future. Even if his master was genuinely not cold-hearted or cruel, Leone couldn't tell as of now, and already had a paranoid nature pushing at this assumption.

The slave swallowed hard and allowed such movement with no resistance, letting his own pink wet lips slide across the skin of his master's thumb. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes as he watched the other's hand, but neither said a word nor shied away from the act.

That confusion heightened as his own hand was pulled away, but Leone couldn't say that he wasn't relieved. The boy curled tightened fists up to his chest as Tyrone jacked himself off, remaining silent as he desperately tried to block out any noises, any looks that the other was issuing to him. It was only the touch, those hands against his cheeks that broke Leone's imaginary thoughts to bring him back to what they were doing. Wide eyes searched the other's face, taking a moment to comprehend the words then nodding almost instinctively. ... it couldn't have been that he liked the kisses, could it..? Here Tyrone was forcing him to do this, so why when he felt soft lips against his own and a tongue violating his mouth, there was a small twitch in his pants?

Most of his previous resistance was based on his own insecurities and pride, none of which really had to do with Tyrone. Other than the slightly rough treatment that returned horrid memories in the boy's head, he didn't have too much to defy at this point. Leone couldn't quite escape the fact that he was gay, and without being forced to touch or be touched, the kiss was... enjoyable. But of course this was another shameful thought to Leone, so instead of going all out like he instinctively wanted to, the boy moved his tongue just as slowly back to his master's, sliding it teasingly gentle underneath Ty's and pushing at it with experimental touches.

[tyrone darren sheffler]

Tyrone was not naturally mean or in any way nasty. He behaved one way around his gay friends while another around his straight friends, it did sometimes bother him that he did this but so far it seemed the right approach to take. Vienna was the only one to see the true side of him and for the briefest of moments he wanted to simply share that side with the boy before him now. Their bodies pressed tightly together felt divine and he wanted more of this, so much more but he knew that Leone was like a startled doe. He would have to be coerced gently, practically wooed into any further physical contact.

He could of course just force himself on the boy but in the long term he didn't want this. The feeling of being a superior master only lasted so long and then humanity kicked in big time, always making Tyrone wallow in self loathing for any misdemeanor he may have committed. Breaking from the kiss he smiled gently at Leone, having noted two things. The boy had kissed him back this time and judging from the subtle change in body language the play of his tongue, as if experimenting in waters he wanted to dive into but was too afraid to, Tyrone was certain that his slave had begun to enjoy the feeling.

Gazing into his face he changed position moving himself back against the wall and taking Leone by the hand brought him to stand before him. Keeping Leone's hand in his own he raised his free hand and gently trailed his fingers along the boys jaw line.
"How many girls have you been with Leone? How many boys?" Tyrone was certain that the answer to these questions would be none at all as he shifted his position a little and moving his hands to cup the firm cheeks of Leone's perfect little rear and move him in closer to stand between his legs. In case he got uncomfortable again, Ty slowly moved his hands up to his slave's waist. His thumbs circling slowly against the fabric of his shirt.

"I'll take things easy with you Leone but I won't put myself out. If I want you and I can't hold back any longer, then be prepared. I'll be as gentle as I can be but I can't promise anything more than that" his words held only truth to them as he leaned in once more and covered Leone's lips with his own.

[leone michelangelo moretti]

For only a moment Leone's panting from fear and anxiety translated into a breathless, almost inaudible moan, but considering Tyrone's closeness, there was no way his master couldn't hear it. Biting his lip as if to keep himself quiet, the smaller boy averted his eyes, shutting them for a moment to try and relieve the reddened dryness his previous crying had caused.

Now that things were calming down he had a better hold of himself, he was no longer desperate and searching for an escape, or in the midst of an anxiety attack. But there was no way that fear could just evaporate. He was terrified of the sexual activity he was just thrown into for the first time, and even more petrified for the actions he would be forced into in the future. For even if Ty was more gentle than he was today, even if he treated Leone better than he really had to treat a slave, the younger boy didn't want any physical contact with a boy. On his list of fears was his own sexuality, the awkward confusion of trying to find his place physically and emotionally attached to another person. ... not like he expected Ty to fall in love with him or anything, despite inexperience Leone knew the other was only acting on lust, but it was a dangerous path to follow - basing his future sexuality on these physical acts.

"Ah..." he was left speechless at the answer, at first turning his head down and trying to ignore it, but his tongue was untied as he felt hands against his rear. "Nngh!" another blush crossed his cheeks as he felt excitement, once again a spark and fidget unexpected in his jeans. "N-None I..." he glanced up at Ty and shook his head for confirmant. Without much of a thought the smaller boy arched against the touch, his hands raising to rest timidly on his master's chest, only because their previous endeavors had provoked even a small reassurance that it was okay to touch... plus he had nowhere else to put his hands in this position. "Is that okay?" he asked the question in a small voice, keeping his eyes trained on Ty's. He didn't realize how dangerous it could be to admit his virginity, even if it was pretty obvious by now.

He listened carefully to the words, swallowing hard and beginning to chew on his damp bottom lip once more. The boy was used to being treated like dirt, hell he was only so skittish from being used as his father's punching bag for years. His parents were both masters, and were beyond ashamed to learn their first born son was the opposite. That frustration was always taken out on him, leaving bruises and injuries that had long ago turned into scars ever since Leone came to this school. Here he thought that he could be free for a while, live in the dorms where he wouldn't have to be uptight and tense while waiting for his next beating. Now his safety net was broken, and despite the other's words he couldn't help but wonder and worry about pain he may have to endure.

Without a flinch he kissed Ty back, eyes closing tight and fists tightening and quivering for a moment against the other's chest. When they parted he let out a small breath and looked down, his body drained and suddenly exhausted. "Yes, Master," a hushed voice whispered, drenched in shame.