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</span>​</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">All the pleading in the world wasn't enough to sway Marcus' intention of carrying out the punishment meant for Luca. It didn't matter if Marcus promised the sun and moon to Luca, because he could only remember the wrathful way Marcus' eyes looked when he pinned him and choked him out in the forest after he'd attempted to escape, and Luca would never forget it.  He didn't believe Marcus, he didn't trust Marcus.  Worst of all, he seriously doubted that Marcus would refrain from becoming violent in the future to get his point across. Luca was crying, but they were silent tears as he expressed his fears and anxiety over the unknown.<br/>
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His hot, wet tears left moist spots beneath his head while lying still for Marcus, who delivered on his promise. Although Luca didn't exactly see what Marcus had taken from the closet, he believed that whatever the object was  it was meant for him. Lifting his head slightly off the bed, Luca turned slightly to one side so he could breathe. Marcus approached the bed,  sat down and placed something on the bed next to him. Luca's watery eyes enlarged, the hairs on the nape of his neck bristling with the added tension he was feeling. Goose pimples laminated Luca's moist, naked skin as he felt Marcus' lips brush gently down his spine.<br/>
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It felt good, but unlike before it wasn't enough to keep his anxiety at bay.  Shifting sideways, Marcus gazed down at Luca, his eyes glistening in the light of the bedroom while running his hand along his inner thigh. The erection he had left the bathroom with, was slowly deflating and the teasing brush of fingers between his exposed legs did little to summon his manhood to life. It was as though Luca knew what was coming and he glanced away, eyes squeezing shut. His hand reached for the wrists that were obediently at rest at the small of Luca's back, pressing them together. Luca chose not to see him, it was enough that he felt the smooth cord as he was bound so that the choice to move was taken from him.<br/>
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Luca didn't seem to mind his wrists being bound behind his back. In fact, he didn't struggle or fight back as Marcus secured his wrists.  It was when his ankle was grabbed, that he panicked.</span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">"NO! What you doing, Marcus?! Stop ...stop. Please stop! <i>Por que você está fazendo isto comigo? </i>Uhhh...nnn!" he slipped into his native Portuguese, grunting as he was pinned down to the bed by Marcus.<br/>
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Luca's yells were muffled as his face was forced downward into the mattress. Immediately he started bucking and kicking to free his legs, but Marcus' strength and bulk pressed down upon him with crushing force. The black extension cord was slipped around one ankle, then the other ankle and cinched in several tight knots that connected his wrists together to his lower extremities. Luca's belly was even with the surface of the mattress, but it wasn't going to be his final destination for the evening. Luca's face contorted, turning an angry red as his Latin anger erupted out of his mouth in a tidal wave when <i>Marcus said he personally wasn't going to enjoy this.</i></span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Off went Luca's towel, exposing his taut ass and nethers, and off went Luca from Marcus' bed to the floor as he heaved  his body  off the bed like an oversized suitcase.</span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><i>"Eu não acredito em você. Você diz mentiras Marcus! mentiroso!"</i></span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">
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Marcus had a hardwood floor bed for Luca's fully exposed body to lie upon and rest, so that he would unable to find comfort no matter if he was hogtied or not.<br/>
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<b>Affection? Affection! </b>Luca was livid. He growled and thrashed around for a few moments and it hurt. <i>"Eu te odeio!</i> I hate you! Go to the hell!"<br/>
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He may have said the English words incorrectly, but his angry remark was flung at Marcus like a dagger regardless  as Luca responded to the things Marcus said about<i> affection and being able to see the appeal of sleeping in his bed.</i><br/>
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And to his good night wish. "Fuck you, Marcus."  his words forming a crystal clear wail of displeasure.<br/>
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Perhaps Luca should have had more water to stay hydrated today, because the lack of fluids was causing his muscles to cramp up.<br/>
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When the light turned off on the nightstand, Luca began to shiver from a draft coming from floor level. Marcus was tucked under the blankets, asleep, warm and oblivious to his distress.<br/>
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It would be a long time before dawn, as his muscles alternated between relaxation and a dull ache. It would be hours before anything resembling sleep would happen. and when morning came the sentiments of the evening would likely remain in every sore muscle in his body.</span></span>