by Sean Michael
So many of the pleasure demons were spoiled and lazy, wanting only to be pampered in between bottoming for their large-horned masters. Ceris worked hard to train the slaves and to keep his master’s harem ever ready. He took care of every problem and ran this portion of the household so that all Belial knew was that when he wanted a boy, one appeared before him, skilled in every manner of giving pleasure Belial could think of.
When he’d been informed they’d be having a new addition this morning, Master Belial had made it clear that he wasn’t really interested in the demon who would be arriving. He was too old, too practiced, not really what Belial looked for. He’d won the bet fair and square, though, and Belial would not rescind Master Horatio’s debts. It has been Belial who’d suggested that Kerr would be a good match for “that useless piece of a pleasure demon” Harmony, who came to them virginal -- completely inexperienced and untutored. It was quite the feat for a demon of any kind.
Because of that, Ceris had begun to think of both Kerr and Harmony as his.
Kerr rested against him, one hand covering his heart. Ceris pressed his own hand against Kerr’s and sat, indulging himself for several long moments before he sighed. It was time to get back to work, to make sure everything was in order. He gathered Kerr up in his arms, carrying him easily.
The honoured one’s bedroom was luxurious, much like his, and the demon’s pet was now gagged and bound in a cage at the end of the bed.
Kerr would be able to play as soon as he woke. Or he could leave his virginal pet where he was so the little thing learned some manners. He’d been quite disruptive of the harem for a few days until Kerr had come along. Now there would be someone to take the lad under his wing, teach him everything he needed to know.
Ceris set his burden down and pulled the covers up over Kerr’s sleeping form. He admired the lovely face, the long hair, and the little horns for quite some time before shaking himself and setting out to see if anything or anyone needed his attention. He closed the door to the gold rooms behind him, knowing that they’d only open again for his palm.
Hearing the sounds of discord in the general bathing area, he made his way there, ready to swat some asses and make some boys suck him. He’d come twice with Kerr, so he’d be able to last a very long time, make whomever he chose for the task really have to work for it.
Maybe he’d make them take turns -- a line of boys on their knees, hands bound behind their backs, each waiting for their turn. Oh, yes. He might just have to do it whether punishments were called for or not. That would mean his time with his new honoured one later this evening would last even longer.
He hummed, striding into the room to find a half-dozen boys having a pillow fight. A. Pillow. Fight.
Ceris hid his smile, the sounds recognizable now as laughter, joy. He made his expression stern and called out loudly, “What is going on in here?”
Gregor, one of the charming, happy little harem boys, looked over to him and beamed. “Playing, Master! Come play with us?”
He did smile then. In fact, he laughed, his boys seeing clear through his attempt at anger and sternness. Grabbing a pillow, he swung it, hitting Gregor right on the ass.
Gregor hooted and leapt at him, another boy landing on his back, the sounds happy and loving. When the others realized what was going on, they joined the attack. Soon he collapsed under their weight.
They pummelled him with pillows at the start, but then the mood turned and a half-dozen warm mouths slid on his skin, worshipping him in concert.
He groaned softly, spreading wide and letting them in. “You’ll make me come, and I’ll dish out rewards,” he told them, hands reaching for them, sliding on any skin he could reach, teasing their lovely bodies.
He hummed softly as they cried out in unison, hungry mouths eager. They sucked his nipples and cock, they played with his balls, and petted his belly. Ceris caught hold of Gregor’s mouth, sharing a long kiss with the eager boy.
He rocked, his eyes rolling with pleasure. Such dear boys. So good.
He encouraged them with his movements and happy sounds, arching into Ditrix’s eager mouth as the boy became bold, sucking him strongly. Ditrix had been so frightened by Ceris’ generous endowment when he’d arrived, and now he was a cockwhore. It had been some of the most fun lessons Ceris’d ever taught.
Humming, he grabbed Ditrix’s head and held him in place as he bucked, taking the sweet mouth vigorously. He slipped into Ditrix’s tight throat, holding himself there for a second before backing away. Ditrix didn’t gag, didn’t fight him, just took what he had to give, suction never letting up.
“Good boys. My good boys.” He praised them while he could because Kerr was going to disrupt the balance. That little sub was no joiner. There was a part of him that was glad about that. He wanted to work with Kerr on his own, without all the other boys.
Thinking of Kerr pushed him over the edge, and he poured himself into Ditrix’s throat. He floated, surrounded by adoring boys, by soft skin and softer tongues. He had the best job ever.
Genuinely. He had a new fully trained submissive to play with, a harem of boys to adore him, and a wonderful master to work for. No other demon had ever been so lucky.
There was a crash from somewhere up front, from the main house.
“Oh, dear,” murmured Gregor. “At least it wasn’t any of us!”
“Can we ask about the new boy, Master?”
“Of course you can. What would you like to know?” He laughed as they all spoke at once. “One at a time!”
“Is he trained?”
“Is he pretty?”
“Is he nice?”
“Why was his hair all pulled up?”
“He is an honoured one and is very well trained. He’s very handsome, and he’s nice. I guess his hair was pulled up because that’s how his previous master wanted him.” It hadn’t been very flattering, making Kerr look stern. Submissives were meant to look willing and open, gentle and eager. Kerr would never have his hair up again.
Speaking of hair. “I see a lot of tangles. How about we make a chain and get everyone smooth again?” He stood, and the boys groaned but got up with him, moving to the bed to sit behind each other as he passed out the brushes.
It was the easiest method to meditation for his boys, and something he insisted on.
Going to the meditation bowl, he ran the spoon around the edge, a soft tone ringing out. The boys picked it up, humming as they began to brush.
Assured that they were relaxing and happy, Ceris headed off to make sure he wasn’t needed to help with whatever had crashed in the main rooms. He’d be back, though. This was his domain.
This was his home.
* * *
Harmony curled in on himself, sobbing softly. Well. It was only softly because he was gagged, and he was only curled in on himself because he was bound and in a small cage. A cage! What he wanted was to be lying face down on his bed, kicking and screaming and making a show of exactly how upset he was.
It wasn’t fair. He was supposed to be a fashion designer, making amazing clothes for the well-dressed demon. Instead, he’d defaulted on a loan he’d been sure he would be able to pay back, and now he was in a harem! He had no idea what they were expecting him to do, but he knew he had no intention of doing any of it.
No matter what, he was going to kick and scream and holler. He was going to make everyone so miserable that they would make him go. He tried crying louder, but the stupid, horrible, awful, terrible gag muffled every noise he tried to make.
He heard someone shifting on the bed, and then the loveliest creature he’d ever seen -- huge blue eyes, long deep-purple hair, with shining horns and pale skin -- peered down at him.
“Pet? Are you frightened?”
Pet? Who was this guy calling pet? He tried to kick out, but he couldn’t move.
“Oh, dear. You are grumpy.”
Could anyone blame him? One day he’d been playing with fabric, the next he was here, his clothes gone, lock
ed in a cage. To be fair, he’d only been put in the cage when he’d refused to cooperate with any of the slaves who claimed he was supposed to be “prepared” for their master. He might have freaked out on them.
He wasn’t a slave. He was a major demon, damn it. Damn it. He was supposed to be fabulous with a grand job, hanging out with all the coolest evil dudes, not playing pleasure slave. Sex slave. Whatever they were called.
“Once you calm down, I can see about getting you water. You must be thirsty. I… I’m very new here, so I don’t know the way the household works, but I’m sure you’ll be rewarded for good behaviour.”
Rewarded for good behaviour… He shook his head and tried again to wriggle and move, wishing he could be heard.
The pretty demon -- who could have been one of his models, he was so lovely -- stood, moving to stare down at him. He stared right back, refusing to show how scared he was. Of course, a little part of him insisted that anyone so beautiful couldn’t be scary.
“If you don’t learn to obey, it will be harder, pet. It seems you are to be under my care, if I understood the master correctly.”
Harmony wasn’t anyone’s pet. He wasn’t. Closing his eyes, he stamped his feet and beat the ground with his hands. At least, that’s what he was trying to do.
The pretty one sighed and left him alone, closing the door on the way out.
He was fine for about two minutes, and then he began panicking. What if they left him like this? What if no one ever came back for him? He worked even harder to get out, to make noise, something. Anything.
The door opened, and the pretty one came in with a sponge, reaching in to wet Harmony’s lips.
He gasped around the gag, then whimpered at the coolness, the gentleness almost making him cry. He blinked the tears back furiously. He didn’t want to show weakness, but the truth was, if he wasn’t angry, he would have to admit his terror.
“Oh, sweet. That has to be sore. Let me wet them again.” This touch was careful, too, and there was no hint of viciousness, of cruelty.
It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. He was so thirsty. He really just wanted the gag gone. The leather felt like it was cutting into his skin. He begged the pretty one with his eyes for release from his bonds. And the cage.
“Let me speak to Master Ceris. I’m sure I can take the gag off and make sure you have liquids.”
This time, the tears did fall. He hadn’t expected kindness here, especially after he’d been bound, gagged, and dumped in this cage. The tears fell more quickly when the pretty one left again, and he was all alone.
After what may have been seconds or hours, the lovely one was back. “You’re mine to care for. Do I have your word you won’t bite me if I remove the gag? You must be uncomfortable.”
He nodded vigorously. He wouldn’t bite. He wasn’t an animal; he just didn’t want to be here. And he hated the gag. He would promise almost anything to lose it.
“Oh, good. That looks so uncomfortable.” The soft touch stroked his cheek, then the gag was removed with the most careful touch.
He cried out, the blood rushing back to his lips, to the edges of his mouth in tingles and pain. His tongue felt like it was huge, and his mouth was so dry, he couldn’t even swallow. When he tried to speak, nothing but a croak came out. His gaze flashed up to the kind one’s, panic flooding him.
“Shh. Shh. Here. Can you sit up? I have water -- nice and cool. Poor, sweet pet.”
He tried to sit, but he was cramped from the bindings. There wasn’t enough room in the cage, anyway. His tears fell faster. He kept gulping, trying to catch his breath, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t, and shudders began to wrack his body.
“Oh. Oh, dear. I’m… I’m going to get you out and trust you won’t hurt me. There will be consequences if you hurt me.”
The cage was opened, and he was dragged out, the pretty man shockingly strong. He pushed against his savoir, the lovely man the only solid thing right now in his world of panic.
“Oh…” A cool rag was dragged over his body, his bonds loosened. The touch was sweet and comforting, the soft sounds easy on his ears. “Poor pet. So frightened.”
He nodded quickly, and as soon as his hands were free, he grabbed onto this nice demon’s leg and held on as soft shivers moved through his body.
“Shh, shh. I have you. You’re safe. You must be so thirsty. Once things are calmer, we’ll have a bath.”
A bath sounded like heaven. It felt like it had been so long since he’d had one. And he knew no one had talked to him so easily, so gently since he’d been here. It had all been orders and demands and threats.
He nodded carefully and whispered, “Thirsty, yes,” because he had no voice at the moment, just a raw throat.
“Have a drink, but be slow. If you gulp, you might be ill.”
He knew from experience this man was right. When the glass was held to his lips, he only took enough to wet them and his tongue. It felt like he still couldn’t swallow probably, so he took a bit more, gasping as the cold liquid hit his parched throat.
“There. There, pretty pet. Better. Want another sip?”
He nodded, mouth popping open eagerly. This time, he drank a little more, nearly weeping at the relief on his throat.
The glass was set aside, and his hair was stroked, the touch gentle. He nuzzled in, liking this pretty demon very much. The shivers and shudders faded away, leaving him feeling heavy and exhausted, but he worked to keep his eyes open. He didn’t want to be put back in the cage.
“Better. Better. Poor pet. Someone wasn’t very nice.”
No, it had been awful so far, just terrible. He was not spoiled or petulant or a brat. He wasn’t. He just wasn’t supposed to be here. He didn’t belong here. He didn’t fight it now, though, because the sweet touches felt so good.
“My name is Harmony,” he told the very nice demon. Not pet. He wasn’t a pet; he was a demon. A special demon with talents.
“Harmony is a lovely name for a pet. Perfect.”
He wasn’t a pet! He didn’t say it out loud, though. He didn’t want to go back into the cage, and he wanted more of the gentle touches. And more water. Raising his head, he looked at the half-full glass.
“You have the most expressive eyes. We’re going to learn so much together. I’m new here. I just came. Master Ceris seems to be amazing, doesn’t he?”
Harmony lowered his gaze. No, no, he didn’t think anyone here was amazing, but this lovely demon did, so he wasn’t going to disagree. He didn’t want to argue with the only person here he liked.
“Here, have another drink, pet. It’ll feel so good.”
He opened eagerly, letting his friend pour the water into his mouth. He swallowed eagerly, feeling the liquid wetting his mouth, his throat, and then hit his belly. He moaned; he swore no water had ever tasted so good. The demon’s soft chuckles sounded like magic, like bells. He responded by nuzzling against the demon’s hand, humming softly.
“There. Isn’t that better? Just rest for me a little, huh?”
He nuzzled again, then settled against the sweet demon, his eyes drifting closed.
“Poor pet. It must be so scary, to be brand new.”
It was. He was terrified, but he was trying so hard not to show it. You had to hide your weaknesses. Not let anyone see.
“I’m new to this house, so we’ll learn together. My former master owned me for years.”
A shudder went through him. He wasn’t meant to be owned. He was a high demon, a special demon. This wasn’t his place.
“It’s okay. You’ll be fine. You’ll learn. You’re to be my pet now.”
He wasn’t sure about that, but this guy was so nice and kind, that for now, he could deal with it. At least until he could run, right? Run and get the Hell out of here. He needed his strength and not to be cramped up in the cage for that to happen, though. So he closed his eyes and let sleep steal over him.
In his dreams, he could hear the soft song of that gentle voice, following hi
m down.
Chapter Four
This one was totally unprepared for his new life, Kerr could tell. It was going to be so hard, but he wasn’t sure exactly what to do about it but continue to treat his pet just like he ought -- with firm and loving care while he tried to figure out his role in this harem.
Master Ceris had been very short with him when he’d inquired about whether to let the pet out of his cage. “It’s your responsibility. You deal with it.”
So, he’d been demoted from running a household to caring for a pet, and obviously Master Ceris had enough to deal with from the dozens of boys in the harem that Kerr would be kept in these rooms to be ready. It would be a boring life, but easy, so he would cope. It had just been such a wonderful beginning, that he’d allowed himself to hope. He pushed that away now. This would not be an onerous life, even if he wasn’t as well used as he would hope to be.
Harmony was asleep, head on his lap. The poor guy had been crying and probably shouting, and he’d sounded like his throat was really sore.
The demon had been quite high class before -- the length of the heavy curved horns told that tale -- but they would begin to shrink, to pull back and become the barest nubs as the magicks worked on him.
It had to be a hard transition. It was hard enough for Kerr to move from one household to another, but it was a relatively lateral move. Harmony was going through a bigger change.
While he felt for Harmony, no one had ever said a demon’s life was an easy one. To be in this position, you had to have defaulted quite seriously on an agreement. Everyone knew better than that. Everyone. He didn’t know the details, but it had to have been bad.
Master Ceris strode in, smiling when he saw him. “Kerr. It can’t be comfortable there on the floor.”
“Master Ceris. Good… morning?” He blinked up, the beautiful Dominant making his mouth dry.
“No, it’s late. I’ve just bedded down the harem.” Ceris crouched next to him. “Have you had anything to eat since this morning?”