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Grabbing my belt, I fold it in half and give it an experimental flick of my wrist. Just the sight of Emilio’s perfect ass right there, asking to be spanked, has my blood pumping and my cock throbs with the ache to be in him. I force myself to take a breath and steady myself.

“Brace yourself,” I warn him.

The bloom of red across his fair skin is gorgeous, and it makes me want to see him marked up completely.

Over and over again, I whip him, listening to his small cries of pleasure-pain, watching as his ass turns from a lovely shade of pink to a rosy red. The strike from the belt, and his wiggling body, reopen the cuts on his hips and make the blood flow once more.

Dropping the belt to the ground, I step into him, pressing my leaking dick against his hot ass cheeks. He cries out, and I reach around him to fist his slick cock, enjoying the feeling of his sticky pre-cum all over my fingers.

“Are you going to come for me, naughty puppy?” I ask.

Picking up the remote, I lower the intensity of the plug to a nice buzz.

“Please… Hollis, please…”

I hum. “As much as I love hearing my name on your lips…”

We can both hear his unsaid Sir , and it drives me crazy. Never before have I ever wanted to be that for someone. It’s almost a need to hear him acknowledge my place with him, but it’s not a right, so I don’t push.

“If you come,” I tell him gently, “I’ll fuck you. Do you want that?”

“Please…” he says, in a sob of desperation.

Upping the vibrations once more, I fist his cock, jerking him off quickly. He shakes and moans, his body shuddering as his head lifts from the bed as he comes.

Gathering as much cum in my hand as I can, I quickly remove the plug and shove my fingers inside him, fucking him with his own release. The sight of being three fingers deep in his sweet ass is almost too much.

Pulling out of him, I ignore his cries of protest as I turn off the still-vibrating plug.

Turning him over, I undo his cuffs, tossing them to the side, massaging his arms and wrists as I lift them over his head. Emilio heaves for breath as I maneuver his body as I see fit. He easily raises his legs, his feet planted on the edge of the bed as I scoot him up the mattress a little.

His fingers close around the comforter as I leave his hands above his head. Taking my cock in one hand, I spread what remains of his cum over it, smearing my own pre-cum in the process.

Grabbing his ass with both hands, I drag him into me, digging more bruises into his already abused flesh as I hold onto him and slide my dick steadily inside.

He cries out, the pain of a quick, barely-lubed entry overriding the pleasure of finally getting a cock where he needs it most.

Spreading his legs wide, I hold onto him as I fuck into his tight, warm hole. Over and over, I fuck him, not sparing him a second thought, except for how fucking good he feels.

He wraps a leg around me, dragging me closer, and I allow myself to fall over him, holding myself up with one hand on the mattress by his head, the other gripping his hip, my nails digging in and drawing further blood.

It’s hard, fast, and fucking messy as hell, with no finesse or technique, but it is exactly what the two of us need.

Looking down at his flushed face, I meet his darkened green eyes, and it hits me that this is the first time we’ve fucked face to face. The realization has me jerking inside him, hitting his prostate harder than I meant to.

Emilio cries out at the sensation, and turns his head. His hot breath rolls across my arm, and then he moves his head forward, brushing a kiss to the edge of the scar across my wrist. I hold my breath as he does so, the care with which he treats me is far more than I deserve.

When he turns to look at me again, I see so many fucking emotions in his emerald gaze, it’s hard to remember what I’m doing.

“Fuck me,” he says. “Please… I need you to fuck me.”

Pulling out, I flip him over again, slamming my cock back in at the same time I grab his hair, dragging his upper body from the bed. “Is this what you need, Cucciolo?” I growl in his ear. “You need to be used like the whore you are?”

He gasps, and I swipe my knife from the bed. Pulling on his hair harder, arching his neck, I bring the blade to his throat.

“I could kill you like this,” I tell him. “And you’d let me, wouldn’t you? So long as I kept using this slutty hole of yours, you’d let me do whatever I wanted.”

Emilio screams, and his body convulses as he comes again, untouched this time. Just my cock and knife controlling his pleasure.

I grin as I drag the blade along his throat, not hard enough to cut him, but the scratch there will leave a pretty mark, at least for a few days.

Dropping the knife, I grip his throat, restricting his air flow, even as he gasps for breath.

Releasing his hair, I grip his hips, and fuck into him until I can’t any longer. When I come, it’s deep inside his tight ass. I press deeply into him, not wanting a drop of my cum to go to waste.

We’re both heaving for breath as I hold myself inside his ass and I slowly release the pressure on his throat. His body goes limp and I ease him onto the bed, draping myself over him.

“I got you,” I whisper into his ear as he shivers in my arms. “Shhh, it’s okay. I have you.”

Carefully, I pull out and drag him further onto the bed. I take a few minutes to grab a cloth from the bathroom, wiping myself down in the process.

Emilio is where I left him, and he barely moans in protest as I wipe his hole, hips, and shoulders, cleaning cum and blood off him.

He’ll need a shower to get fully clean, but that’s a problem for later. Right now, I climb onto the bed and pull him into me. He comes willingly, draping himself across my chest, burying his face against my skin.

“You’re okay,” I assure him. “I have you. Per tutto il tempo in cui avrai bisogno di me e mi vorrai. I’m yours, Emilio.”

He wraps an arm around me, squeezing me as tightly as he can, even though he doesn’t raise his head.

I hold him just as tightly. Letting the unexpected feelings for this boy swirl through me as we bask in the pleasure and need of each other.