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</span></span>​</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> </span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span></span>​</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> </span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span></span>​</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"Oh..." </b>Luca said, then<b>, "OoOhhh..."</b> as Marcus slipped his hand down the taut flatness of his belly and wrapped it around the shaft of the beautiful seven inch cock nestled between his thighs. Marcus' fingers gripped him a little harder than normal and he was rewarded with the feeling of Luca growing almost instantly erect as if getting him excited and hard made him feel as if he were the most accomplished lover in the world. His grip stroked up and down Luca's shaft, squeezing and relaxing, letting him know who was in charge.<br/>
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Despite being his captor, Marcus was wealthy or certainly appeared the part. He was also intelligent and self assured man that Luca had always dreamed of ending up with. Luca was more the submissive type, the kind of guy that secretly craved having someone take control every now and again. Luca never imagined someone as attractive as Marcus resorting to abducting him and using intimidation tactics just to get him to oblige, but it was working in his favor. Marcus had absolutely no problem dominating Luca with his hands, his words and his cock.<br/>
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Marcus' hand stroked him a little bit faster, feeling Luca's hips move. Fondling him in the shower, he managed to wrestle a soft moan from his lips. It now seemed that Marcus would learn to adore the sounds Luca could make. During the undetermined amount of time the supermodel was his captive, he would become well acquainted with every square inch of his body as he tried to figure out just what to touch to duplicate those sounds.<br/>
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Luca writhed against Marcus' body as he was stroked until his hips begin to move, then Marcus slowed down. His grip around his cock tightened as he pulled back his foreskin to expose the shiny head of his cock. Under the steaming water, a tiny bit of slippery pre-cum began leaking from the tip. Marcus' thumb traced all around the lower edge of his cock head. which brought another low moan from Luca's chest. His hands, which had risen up to lay against Luca's forearm, gripped him just a little bit tighter. A low chuckling, rumbling growl echoed into his ear.</span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"><br/>
<i><span style="font-size: 18px">"Do you like that?" Marcus turned the side of his head into his lips and kissed the damp hair just above Luca's ear.</span></i></span><br/><b><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span></span></b><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"Mmmm... yes..."</b> Luca murmured dreamily. <b>"I love when you touch me there, Marcus."</b><br/>
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After Luca uttered those words, Marcus' hand slid all the way down his shaft and his palm cupped his balls. Luca's traitorous body was aroused, and his balls were brimming with sweet salty cum that was just aching to be set free. A finger slipped down and tickled the spot between his sack and his sweet little hole, teasing Luca, making him gasp and shiver. Luca obeyed Marcus as he released him, stepping out of the bathtub to grab a dry, fluffy towel from the towel rod to dry off his wet body.<br/>
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The knobs were turned off, and Luca stood in the bathtub, shivering from the sudden chill but still on fire from the waist down. Apparently, Luca wasn't the only one aroused, getting a good peek at Marcus' engorged member just before the towel concealed it from view. Marcus urged him to step out of the bathtub, holding a towel open for him to step into and Luca was cooperative. As Luca rubbed his skin dry with the towel, inwardly castigating himself for enjoying Marcus' touches.<br/>
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Luca was led out of the bathroom, and back into the bedroom and suddenly the amorous mood shifted. Luca gazed warily at Marcus, as he spoke of teaching him a lesson, for fear of appearing soft. He instantly regretted running out of the cabin the way he had earlier, and the sudden realization that everything was out of his control started sinking into his brain. He had the towel still wrapped around his waist, and for the life of him, Luca wasn't sure whether Marcus wanted him to lie down on the bed with it on or not.<br/>
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<b>"What lesson? Soft? I not do it again Marcus, please. I promise that." </b>Luca pleaded, but Marcus' expression was firmly set. He was going to do something, something bad to him.<br/>
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<i>Especially the way Marcus instructed him to get on the bed.</i><br/>
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Luca was very high-strung as a habit, but he was even more tense as he complied with Marcus' demands. <b>"What..will you do Marcus? W-why?"</b><br/>
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Luca lay prone on the bed, his left cheek pressed against the pale neutrality of the comforter with the towel wrapped around his hips and his hands crossed at the wrists behind his back just like Marcus requested. Tears flooded Luca's eyes in fear, as Marcus remained silent as he rummaged around in drawers looking for something in particular to either punish him with or to supplement the punishment he was going to dole out. Perhaps if he agreed to comply to Marcus' demands he could avoid whatever consequences he was going to face?<br/>
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<b>"I will! Please to not hurt me, Marcus! I will do what you say, please." </b>Luca sobbed.</span></span>