by Sean Michael
He groaned softly, his permanently bare ball sac pulling up. “Yes, Master Ceris.”
Kerr could be taught to need so many things, to obey. He just wanted to be used as he was meant to be. Maybe here he would be.
Ceris bit his earlobe, one hand dropping to cup and squeeze his balls. “I could make you come from just ball play. From nipple play, cock play, hole play. I could make you come with my words alone.”
He nodded and swallowed, caught in the ache of his needy balls.
“I will use you for hours, days. Your body is mine to do with as I wish, as our master wishes. You will never spend another day without something stretching your hole -- my cock, a plug, my fist. Never.”
The words were intoxicating, and he began rocking, not even caring if it wasn’t allowed. He wanted to be punished. Anything, as long as the promises Ceris made him were true.
“Needy slut. How lucky I am. I asked for someone to help with the new pet. I didn’t expect to find a hungry little demon.” Ceris wrapped the big hand around Kerr’s cock again, pulling hard. “You’ll not come until I say so or I will bind you and you won’t come again until tomorrow.”
“Yes, Master Ceris. I will not.” He wasn’t an untried boy. It might have been far too long since he’d been put through his paces, but that didn’t mean he didn’t remember how to obey no matter what was thrown at him.
“Good to know you’ve retained some of your training.” Ceris continued to pump him, fist tightening slowly as the water moved around them.
It was the little bites along the back of his neck that made him shiver, made his balls draw up tight against his skin. They were added to by rough pulls and tugs to his nipples, harsh little twists.
“Aside from a lack of ink and piercings, you have no bruises, no scratches or cuts. No indications that you have a master who loves you and loves to you use you as you so richly deserve. That is going to change, boy.” Ceris pulled his nipple out, making him arch. The strokes to his cock never slowed. “There will not be an inch of you I will not whip and adore, hurt and please.”
The promises poured over his soul, better even than the touches that had him arching, his body burning.
“I am going to take a special interest in you.”
He wanted all of it, more. He had never been so aroused. Never, not even as a new sub. He could feel Ceris’ club like cock, hot and hard against his ass and the small of his back. It, too, was a promise, and he prayed he got to feel it today, filling him in a way he hadn’t been in far too long a time.
“I want to feel you coming around my cock. I want to feel how your body reacts to my command.”
“Yes, Sir.” He arched back, rubbing his hole against Ceris’ prick, begging like he was in heat.
“Wanton.”
The word was not an insult, he knew this. He could hear it in Ceris’ deep voice.
“Yes, Sir.” He groaned softly, utterly confused as to what was wrong with him.
“Are you ready for me, boy? I don’t know if that was the rule where you come from.”
He shook his head. “I haven’t been filled in years.”
“Blasphemy!” Ceris stretched, reaching over the far side of the tub and grabbing a bottle of oil. Holding it out on his palm, he unstoppered it. “You will lean over the edge of the tub and prepare yourself for me as I watch.”
“Yes, Sir.” He moved, forcing himself to be graceful, beautiful, flowing, even in his need. He would do everything he could to make sure he didn’t disappoint. He needed what Ceris offered, needed it deep in his soul.
Ceris hummed softly, the sound pleased. Kerr swore he could feel the heat from Ceris’ hand as it passed through the air next to his ass like a phantom caress. He slicked his fingers, spreading wide enough that his ballsac dipped in the hot water as he slipped one finger in, slicking himself without denying Ceris the pleasure of stretching him.
“Lovely.” Ceris pressed a finger inside him, much thicker than his own and as hot as the water around them. “Nice and tight. You do your exercises nightly, boy?”
“Yes, Sir.” It was the most pleasure he received. “I was allowed two orgasms a day by my own hand.”
Ceris grunted, but didn’t say anything. Another finger pushed into his body, both of Ceris’ going deep and hitting that spot inside him that hadn’t been touched in what felt like forever and had surely been at least several years.
He moaned, his back arching with pleasure. Yes. Yes, so good. Now he just needed more.
Chapter Two
Ceris pushed in another finger, twisting his in with all three, and began fucking his hole, moving his hand easily. “Add another finger, boy. We’ll spread you wide enough my cock won’t cause a lot of pain.”
Kerr nodded, moaning as he slipped one more finger inside him. Oh, hells. So big. So full. So perfect.
“Not as big as my cock, but it’ll do for stretching you.” Ceris continued to move their fingers together, and his gland was stimulated again and again.
He had been trained to take the biggest cocks, years ago, and he sucked in a deep inhalation, let it out, then did it again.
“I want to hear the effects my touches have on you, boy. And so will our master if he calls on you. No stoic silence here. For good or bad, your noises belong to me.” Ceris pushed in hard, banging up against Kerr’s gland this time.
“Master!” He arched, and his fingers slipped free as he balanced himself on the edge of the tub.
“Very nice.” Ceris did it again, just as hard, then a few more times, the sensations rocking up through Kerr’s body. “I like a responsive boy. I’m going to let you ride my cock now. I want enthusiasm.”
Ceris sat back, hands on Kerr’s ass, encouraging him to move backward and down, guiding him to Ceris’ thick pole. He gritted his teeth and took the huge tip in, his eyes rolling as it popped through his ring of muscles.
Moaning loudly, Ceris tightened his hold on Kerr’s hips, though he didn’t yank him down. Ceris was just holding on. Kerr rode steadily, taking one inch after another, pulling up, pushing down, fucking himself.
“Yes. So good. So tight. Your instincts haven’t left you, boy.” Ceris’ fingers tightened on his hips, holding him hard enough they had to be leaving bruises now.
Ceris had promised him marks.
He clenched, squeezed tight to offer Master Ceris as much pleasure as he could. The low moan that came from Ceris told him he’d succeeded, so he continued to do it, needing to prove why he was honoured.
“Oh, you are a jewel, and with such will, too.” Ceris’ laugh filled his ears. “We will have such fun.”
The words were a promise and made him clench his ass down hard.
Groaning, Ceris slapped his ass as he pulled up, hard enough he could feel each of Ceris’ fingers on his skin. The sting soothed an itch deep down inside him.
“More,” Ceris demanded. “I want more.” This time, Ceris did pull him down, hands yanking his ass down so that Ceris’ thick cock slammed into him.
He stretched so wide, and he lost his breath, the burn perfectly awful. “Yes.”
“Absolutely yes.” Ceris pulled him up and tugged him down again, his big, strong master finding a rhythm and filling him again and again.
The water sloshed, moving with them, splashing against the edges of the tub, then rolling back to slap against his skin. His cock was hard as steel, stiff and throbbing, aching with the need to come.
Ceris ramped this up a notch, pulling him down even harder. The water splashed up over the edges of the tub, spilling on the floor. He stared into the room, his eyes burning, his world spinning.
Ceris bit at his earlobe, a single word whispered between them. “Come.”
“Master.” He shot, his whole world gone white-hot.
He felt Ceris’ come filling him, and nothing else existed but his and his master’s pleasure for the longest time.
When he came back to himself, Ceris was washing him, cock still filling him. The hands on his s
kin moved like they owned him.
“You’ll be tested every day,” Ceris promised him, hands slowing, massaging his skin. “Is your mouth as talented as your ass, boy?”
“I have been told so, Sir.” How the Hell would he know? He loved to suck, but he loved to fuck just as much.
“I’ll just have to find out for myself, then.” Ceris grabbed his hips and shifted him, circling him on the hard cock.
Kerr moaned softly, his eyes crossing at the heat.
Ceris continued to move him, the pleasure building slowly, but surely. All the while, he was scrubbed, cleaned. “I like my boys to be cleaned, inside and out, to be beautiful and eager for attention.”
“Yes, Master.”
“If I ever call on you and you’re not slick and ready for me, you’ll be whipped and not used for a week.”
“Yes, Master Ceris. I won’t forget.”
“No. No, sweet slut, I doubt you will.” Ceris chuckled softly, shook his head. “I’ll keep you plugged, so it will be on your mind, always.”
Ceris punched up into him, the sensation hot, hard, perfect.
His eyelids went heavy, and he remembered his manners, belatedly. “Yes, Master. Thank you.”
Ceris chuckled and punched up into him again, then again. Then he surged up, pushing Kerr over the edge of the tub and pounding into him.
This possession was brutal, slamming into him, promising to leave him bruised and sore and swollen. It was exactly what he’d been missing for so long.
“Master! Sir! Please!”
“Please what, boy?”
“Please use me!”
“Yes, boy!” Ceris drove in harder, faster, one hand at his shoulder, the other on his hip, all digging in and leaving more bruises.
Everything inside him soared, the fires of Hell building within him.
Ceris didn’t stop, didn’t let up. In fact, the pounding got harder, the huge cock incredibly hard.
He bore down, squeezing as tightly as he could. Ceris moved faster in response, the demon a fucking machine. They were in a battle of wills -- his ass and Ceris’ cock.
Ceris was trying to make him come without permission, pushing him hard to earn a punishment. He refused, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth. Ceris wasn’t giving up either, the pounding continuing unabated. He pitted his will against Ceris’, knowing that he would fail, but needing to be his best.
Ceris reached around and smacked his cock. Hard.
He jerked, his eyes rolling. When Ceris repeated the blow, seed hiccupped from the tip of his prick.
“I felt that, boy. I felt your disobedience.” And still Ceris continued pushing into him.
“Forgive me.” He had been made to disobey, and they both knew it.
“I imagine I can. This time.” Ceris patted his cock, then pulled out and dipped into the water, cleaning himself off. “On your knees, boy. I want you to finish me with your mouth.”
He knelt in the water, his asshole aching and sore. The water lapped against his hole, the oils in it soothing.
Ceris cleaned his cock, dipping it in the water once again before lifting it to Kerr’s lips. He leaned in and took it, the heavy shaft spreading the corners of his lips. Ceris didn’t try to guide him, but let him have his head. He knew it wasn’t a kindness, but another test. Ceris wanted to know what he could do.
Fortunately, he was not only impeccably trained, but he enjoyed a heavy cock in his mouth. He found it comforting, intimate. He licked at the head as he pulled it in, his cheeks hollowing with the force of his suction.
After a few moments, Ceris groaned. The big hands dropped to his head, fingers curling into his hair as Ceris held on.
He hummed softly, taking Ceris in deeper as he swallowed. Ceris carded his fingers through Kerr’s hair, the touches soothing and sweet, and they told him he was doing well. His eyes dropped closed, and he sank deeper and deeper into the act of cock worship.
Ceris’ hums and moans were the best praise he could have asked for, and they wound around him like music. “Oh, you are a treasure. My treasure.”
The praise made him work harder to bring Ceris as much pleasure as he could before he made Ceris come. The longer Ceris lasted, the longer Kerr had to feel useful and good at it.
Ceris massaged his scalp, rubbed the hinge of his jaw so his mouth wouldn’t get too tired. It felt so good. And it wasn’t just the care, it was being used, it was knowing he was making his groom happy. Knowing that he was useful, that he was offering pleasure -- this was his purpose.
He could feel Ceris growing harder and knew Ceris’ climax was near. Was he supposed to back off and make it last longer or suck harder and pull Ceris over the edge? The hands wrapped around his scalp gave him no indication which was desired.
Kerr swallowed hard, his throat working convulsively. Ceris cried out, slamming the thick cock to the back of his throat and coming hard. He took every drop, learning the bitter salt fire that was Master Ceris.
Ceris patted his head. “Good job, boy. You’ve been well trained and aren’t too rusty. I’m pleased.”
He cleaned Ceris’ cock, tongue sliding around the shaft. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You must be hungry by now.” Ceris grabbed his arms and tugged him up out of the water and against the solid body. He wasn’t the tallest sex slave in Hell, but he was bigger than average. Ceris still made him feel small.
He was dried, his hair brushed out and left loose. He was dressed in a gauzy robe that hid nothing at all. Then he was brought to a strange, tall bench. When he reached it, he was bent over it, his legs propped on these odd extensions, his hands gripping handles. His asshole was totally bared and exposed, his cheeks spread wide.
“You will be here for internal flushing daily, and you will be plugged here. Do you understand, boy?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Most days, it will be my pleasure to do this. Occasionally, it’ll be your pet. One day, you’ll order him to be here every day for flushing and plugging, and he’ll know exactly what that means from helping do you.” Ceris got the hose as he spoke, one end connected to taps.
“Yes, Master.” He sighed softly, pushing the air from his lungs to remind himself to submit to his master’s will, to experience this attention fully.
“You have a problem?” Ceris asked, one slick finger pushing into him.
“No, Master. I’m centring myself. Focusing.”
“Good enough.” Ceris twisted his finger around, then pulled it away. Seconds later, Ceris put two fingers inside him, stretching him open in order to feed the tubing into him.
The process wasn’t hurried, Ceris intent on making him feel every second, on making sure he was present. He was slowly filled, then made to hold the water inside. Finally, Ceris tapped his ass, indicating he should release.
He was emptied and cleaned, his body gently wiped down.
“I’m going to start you off easy because I know you’ve not been used in a long time.” Ceris showed him the plug. It was slick and shiny, a dark black and about half the size of Master Ceris’ prick.
“Thank you, Master. It’s lovely.”
“A lovely plug for a lovely boy.” Ceris slicked the plug up and set it against his hole. There was no teasing, just a push and the plug was seated inside him. Ceris patted his ass and helped him out of the contraption. Then his robe was settled about him, and he was led to a room with a lovely table, with a delicate number of goodies artfully arranged.
He smiled, pleased at the array. “Oh, that is amazing.”
There was a couch near the table, and Ceris sat and waved. “Bring me a plate. Then put together your own and come sit with me.”
“Do you have preferences, Master Ceris?”
“I like all the selections available, so anything you choose to give me will be enjoyed.” Master Ceris lounged easily, dark eyes watching his every movement.
“Yes, Sir.” He felt the plug with every motion, and it heated him, deep within.
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p; Ceris hummed, and Kerr could feel the approval in the sound. He felt seen, not just viewed, but seen.
He gathered the plates, taking care to make them pleasing to the eye as well as the palate. Ceris had poured him another cup of tea, the delicate liquid steaming.
There was a space next to Ceris that seemed to be a perfect fit for him, so after he’d handed over one of the plates, he settled there. Ceris made an approving sound and rested a hand on his thigh.
“You have remembered your training well, boy. I am pleased.”
The praise warmed him, and he ducked his chin in response. “Thank you, Sir.”
“I bet it feels good, too -- to be expected to use your training and to be well used again.”
“Yes, Sir. Today was a bit of a shock, but you have been very generous.” And he’d expected to be more upset, but he wasn’t.
“I imagine it was, but in the end, I don’t find it all that surprising given how you seemed to be neglected where you were. A boy like you doesn’t thrive under neglect.” Ceris grabbed a canapé from his plate and popped it into his mouth whole. He hummed as he chewed, clearly enjoying the bite.
Kerr nibbled his own food, finding it flavourful and well made, light and delicious. He sipped his tea, the luscious heat making his eyelids heavy.
Ceris rubbed his back, hand moving in a slow circle, adding to his feelings of ease and relaxation. “When you’ve eaten your fill, you’ll nap. Then later you can go find your pet and begin his training.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Such an obedient, lovely boy.”
There was a warmth in Ceris’ eyes that he couldn’t remember ever seeing, not in any of his trainers or masters or anyone who’d touched him sexually.
He tried to eat, but he was so tired, so very sleepy, that his fingers couldn’t work.
Ceris took his teacup and his plate from him, setting them on the floor before drawing him against the solid, warm body. It was so comfortable that he found his eyes closing outright, sleep dragging him down.
Chapter Three
Ceris held Kerr for longer than he probably should have, but the honoured demon felt good in his arms. This one had worked his way up in his master’s household, had found things to do when he wasn’t being used as he should have been. Ceris liked that -- he appreciated Kerr’s initiative.