He sucks his fingers in his mouth and slides one inside of him, but he's not there to please him. He's simply ensuring that he's not going to actually hurt him.
"You want to show your ass to everyone on camera, then you can show them the welts once I'm done with you."
"Yes, s- yes, Luca." CK shivers under him, sensitive and spent but not caring. He gets to be used, played with. It's what he deserves, isn't it? "I'll show them whatever you want. So they know I'm yours."
Maybe not the most savvy business move in a career like his, but he doesn't care right now.
If Luca could destroy his career, he would. If Luca could cut off his followers from him, if he could make them reject him, he would.
CK belongs to him, after all, and no one else.
He continues to open him up, finding the lube so he can slide it along his cock. "Good." He uses his other hand to reach down and slowly wrap around his throat. He doesn't squeeze, he applies no pressure, but the hint is there, if he wants it.
In that, they're thinking very, very much alike. CK has money, after all. Why should Luca ever need to work again? Why should he go somewhere that CK can't follow?
The younger man pants and squirms under Luca's fingers, never trying to get away. He presses backwards, but freezes when that hand curls around his throat. He feels his pulse pound in his ears, his body flush. Will he do it? Strangle him as he fucks him? Uses him like the dirty, broken thing he is? Fuck.
Tired as it is, he feels his cock stir again, and he leans into that hand. Just slightly. His eyes looking back at Luca. Please?
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"You want to show your ass to everyone on camera, then you can show them the welts once I'm done with you."
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Maybe not the most savvy business move in a career like his, but he doesn't care right now.
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CK belongs to him, after all, and no one else.
He continues to open him up, finding the lube so he can slide it along his cock. "Good." He uses his other hand to reach down and slowly wrap around his throat. He doesn't squeeze, he applies no pressure, but the hint is there, if he wants it.
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The younger man pants and squirms under Luca's fingers, never trying to get away. He presses backwards, but freezes when that hand curls around his throat. He feels his pulse pound in his ears, his body flush. Will he do it? Strangle him as he fucks him? Uses him like the dirty, broken thing he is? Fuck.
Tired as it is, he feels his cock stir again, and he leans into that hand. Just slightly. His eyes looking back at Luca. Please?