He's louder now, moaning and sobbing into the mattress. Not trying to hold anything back to save face or keep his dignity. Luca's already seen him at his worst, anyway.
CK looks back at him, over his shoulder, tears in his eyes but face flushed. His ass is throbbing, and he licks his lips. "Should I beg you to stop?" He asks it softly, as if saying it too loud will break the scene, but his heart is pounding so hard it feels like it's filling the room. The idea of Luca, sweet Luca, tormenting him while he begs for relief, well...
CK can't help but whimper as Luca massages his tender, bruised ass. God, he really knows how to draw it out, doesn't he.
Yes. CK licks his lips and nods, gasping when Luca pulls him into his lap, his cock now pressed into the older man's thigh. "Please," he gasps, hands twisting eagerly in the sheets. "Please, Luca, I don't think I can take any more."
"Shut up," he snaps, sliding a hand down his back and to his shoulder, pressing him down to the bed there. "The more you whine about it, the harder I'll hit."
And without warning, he slaps him across the ass, the sharp sound of it matching the intended sting.
He leans back over the bed, picking his pants up from the floor and pulling the belt from the loops. It's nice and thin, but he's smart enough to wrap his fingers around the metal parts so only the leather will touch skin.
Luca might not be at all the same clubs as CK, but he certainly is no
amateur to the proper way to swing a belt.
He can make it loud, he can make it sting, he can make expert welts without
bruises. Right now, he simply passes the belt along the sensitive red skin.
"Clearly I need to make this lesson stick."
He brings the belt down, even as another hand grips CK's cock.
CK's eyes widen, even as his heart beats faster. Fear, anticipation- does it even matter anymore?
He doesn't even have a chance to get more words out. The belt lands and sparks go off behind his eyes. He throws his head back, gasping for air, and his cock twitches and drools in Luca's hand. He doesn't care. This isn't like when he whips himself. It's better. Pain and adrenaline carrying him on a heady cloud to where he feels like he's floating. His eyes glaze over as he slumps back on the bed.
"Please... please, master, another?" He can't pretend he doesn't want this, need this. Not anymore.
Now he isn't playing the game that Luca wanted. He's beyond that now,
apparently, and as much as he wants to give in, it's far more exciting to
hear him beg again.
Call him master.. no.
"You stupid slut," he growls and snaps the belt against his ass once more.
"You'll give it out to just anyone, won't you, and then beg them for more.
Say my goddamn name or I'll tie you up and leave you here."
Another line of hot, searing bliss. His cock is hard and throbbing in Luca's hand, so close already.
"You're right. You're right, I'm a slut. A whore. I can't- can't help myself-" a gasp and sigh, squirming on Luca's lap. "But I'm yours now, Luca. Please believe me, I'm yours."
"Y-yours, Luca. Luca! Luca!" He jolts as each hit sends him higher, until he comes hard, screaming his lover's name. His body shuddering and quaking until he slumps bonelessly back onto the bed.
His head is swimming. Once again, Luca's left him feeling drunker and higher than he's ever been. He can feel his pulse through his whole body, but especially in the welts across his ass and his throat raw from screaming. God, he'd do anything for the man right now.
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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Date: 2025-02-07 09:29 pm (UTC)CK looks back at him, over his shoulder, tears in his eyes but face flushed. His ass is throbbing, and he licks his lips. "Should I beg you to stop?" He asks it softly, as if saying it too loud will break the scene, but his heart is pounding so hard it feels like it's filling the room. The idea of Luca, sweet Luca, tormenting him while he begs for relief, well...
...it's only what he deserves, isn't it?
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Date: 2025-02-08 03:13 am (UTC)Does he want that? Is it too soon to ask for something like that?
CK, however, is offering, and he can hardly deny him. "Yes," he answers and shifts his position on the bed so that he can pull CK over his lap.
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Date: 2025-02-09 07:26 pm (UTC)Yes. CK licks his lips and nods, gasping when Luca pulls him into his lap, his cock now pressed into the older man's thigh. "Please," he gasps, hands twisting eagerly in the sheets. "Please, Luca, I don't think I can take any more."
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Date: 2025-02-09 07:31 pm (UTC)And without warning, he slaps him across the ass, the sharp sound of it matching the intended sting.
He leans back over the bed, picking his pants up from the floor and pulling the belt from the loops. It's nice and thin, but he's smart enough to wrap his fingers around the metal parts so only the leather will touch skin.
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Date: 2025-02-11 02:44 pm (UTC)He's interrupted, and his whole body arches under the other man's hand. He gasps, ragged and harsh, clinging desperately to the bed.
"What are you doing?" He sounds breathless, a mix of excitement and fear. But he isn't really asking for it to stop, is he?
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Date: 2025-02-11 03:04 pm (UTC)Luca might not be at all the same clubs as CK, but he certainly is no amateur to the proper way to swing a belt.
He can make it loud, he can make it sting, he can make expert welts without bruises. Right now, he simply passes the belt along the sensitive red skin.
"Clearly I need to make this lesson stick."
He brings the belt down, even as another hand grips CK's cock.
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Date: 2025-02-11 08:36 pm (UTC)He doesn't even have a chance to get more words out. The belt lands and sparks go off behind his eyes. He throws his head back, gasping for air, and his cock twitches and drools in Luca's hand. He doesn't care. This isn't like when he whips himself. It's better. Pain and adrenaline carrying him on a heady cloud to where he feels like he's floating. His eyes glaze over as he slumps back on the bed.
"Please... please, master, another?" He can't pretend he doesn't want this, need this. Not anymore.
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Date: 2025-02-11 08:47 pm (UTC)Now he isn't playing the game that Luca wanted. He's beyond that now, apparently, and as much as he wants to give in, it's far more exciting to hear him beg again.
Call him master.. no.
"You stupid slut," he growls and snaps the belt against his ass once more. "You'll give it out to just anyone, won't you, and then beg them for more. Say my goddamn name or I'll tie you up and leave you here."
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Date: 2025-02-11 08:58 pm (UTC)"You're right. You're right, I'm a slut. A whore. I can't- can't help myself-" a gasp and sigh, squirming on Luca's lap. "But I'm yours now, Luca. Please believe me, I'm yours."
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Date: 2025-02-11 09:02 pm (UTC)"You are mine. Only mine. I want you, CK. Let this be a fucking reminder."
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Date: 2025-02-11 09:14 pm (UTC)His head is swimming. Once again, Luca's left him feeling drunker and higher than he's ever been. He can feel his pulse through his whole body, but especially in the welts across his ass and his throat raw from screaming. God, he'd do anything for the man right now.
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Date: 2025-02-12 12:58 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2025-02-14 03:13 pm (UTC)Maybe not the most savvy business move in a career like his, but he doesn't care right now.
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Date: 2025-02-14 05:49 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2025-02-14 08:21 pm (UTC)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?