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Torture
I do not own Assassin’s Creed. I don’t think I need to warn you guys about the explicit sex in this chapter do I? Enjoy!A gasp echoed through the room followed by a deep, seductive chuckle. The bound man arched helplessly withering as the man above him teased him. The Arabian was regretting his brave words now. The Italian was more skilled than he could ever hope to be. He wasn’t sure how long this had been going on, in all honesty he had lost track of time, all he could think of was those amazing hands. The Arabian felt a sob begin to build in his chest and only by sheer will alone did Altair swallow it back down. He hadn’t come, Ezio stopped every time he was close and he was becoming desperate. He had tried arching and teasing the man above him but the Italian had taken those silent pleas as a challenge.
“Please…” The Arabian finally whimpered, he swallowed trying to wet his dry throat. “Please.” “Please what?” Came the heavily accented voice, the hand around him moved again and Arabian could not hold back his cries, he had stopped holding them back some time ago. The Arab tried to arch up into his descendants grip but the Italian was having none of it, instead he stilled his hand, his other hand gripped Altairs hips preventing the Arabian from arching up into the fist. “Let me cum, please!” The Arabian whined, he couldn’t even have the decency to blush at his weak, submissive behaviour all he could do was focus on the heat of his body and the overwhelming heat of the hand around him and the body above him. “Scusi!” Leonardo’s voice echoed through the door. Altair groaned at the incredibly bad timing, he glared at his descendant through lust filled eyes silently warning the Italian. “There is someone here to see you.” The Italian smiled. “I will be there in a moment.” Ezio replied. He released his hand much to Altairs disappointment. The Italian checked Altairs restraints, tightening them further before securing the Arabs legs. The Arabian glared struggling futilely against the restraints. The Italian merely smirked and picked up a very thin piece of material, he raised an eyebrow and with quick movements restrained the Arabs erection. “Wha…” The Arab went to complain. “Keep him hard for me, I’ll return.” Ezio told Desmond. The boy asked how and Ezio smirked leaning forward and whispering into the boy’s ear. The boy blushed a deep crimson before nodding. Altair narrowed his eyes watching as the boy took Ezio’s place between his legs. He went to snap at the boy but his voice was muffled as Ezio gagged him, tying the long material securely behind his head keeping the gag firmly in place. “Don’t want our guests to hear do we?” Altair would have glared, but his eyes slid shut instead as he groaned into the gag, as he was swallowed by an excruciatingly hot heat. He arched desperately, trying to reach completion but the restraint around his erection prevented his release. Ezio’s weight disappeared from the bed and Altair barely noticed the door opening and closing. Gentle hands explored his body, weighing his balls and gently rubbing the skin behind them. Altair whimpered his head thrown to the side helplessly. Normally he’s be angry at being kept so weak when a stranger was in the building but he couldn’t think, he only wanted completion but both his lovers denied him. He whimpered desperately wanting to beg but the gag prevented him. The Arabian was close to cursing his lovers, he was already mentally screaming in Hebrew and yelling obscenities at his youngest lover through the gag. How long would the keep him like this? A sharp tug around his erection was his answer and suddenly he was screaming louder than he had been before, his voice broke and white flashed before his eyes. When he finally emerged from the white out, his tired eyes met loving brown ones. A gentle kiss was pressed to his lips as hands gently rubbed his sore wrists. “You left.” Altair told the Italian trying to be angry but was too tired to sound angry. “I know, I’m sorry.” Ezio replied soothing the older man. Desmond’s gentle hands rubbed his ankles, getting the circulation going before sliding up and kissing him in apology. Altair accepted the kiss and sighed, relaxing into his lovers arms. “What was that about?” Ezio chuckled in secret amusement. “You’ll both find out later. Much later.”While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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