by Sean Michael
Harmony touched his re-filling cock. “The idea arouses you?”
“Submitting to Master Ceris’ will? Yes. Yes, I am a trained submissive.”
“But you like it.” Harmony wrapped his hand around Kerr’s cock, stroking it almost idly.
Kerr could feel Ceris watching them closely, gaze intense.
“I crave it.” And he’d done without it for so long.
“You see?” Harmony looked at him, then Ceris. “You see? I’m not like that. I don’t want it. I just want to make pretty clothes.”
Ceris shrugged. “Sorry, pet. That’s not our decision. We all live to serve here.”
“Indeed. We are born to be here, serve our Master.” Kerr smiled, the idea soothing to him. It was what he was made for.
“I wasn’t! I was a high demon. I was somebody. I mattered!” Harmony’s words became increasingly shrill, and Kerr winced.
He met Master Ceris’ gaze, the trainer raising a single brow. The message was clear. This was his punishment to mete out.
“You matter now, Harmony. You are mine.”
Harmony’s nostrils flared, his eyes widening again.
“And you need to apologize to your Protector for your words,” Ceris told Harmony.
Harmony remained stubbornly silent, trembling. No doubt with anger and with fear.
Kerr sighed softly. Much as he hated having to punish Harmony, the selfish words couldn’t be ignored. “Come, pet. I believe you need to have some time in your cage.” He was not in control of this. None of them were. This was their life. Harmony needed to give in to it and learn to take pleasure from his service.
Harmony’s eyes went wide, and then he curled in on himself, refusing to look at Kerr.
“I don’t want to have to punish you. I don’t enjoy that.”
“Then don’t!” Harmony still wouldn’t look at him.
He looked to Ceris, utterly confused.
“He’s not your Master, boy. You need to stick to your guns, no matter how upset he gets about it.”
“Come, pet. You need some time to think. I did not bring you here.” His head hurt, but the cage wouldn’t harm his pet at all.
Harmony whimpered, but his pet climbed off the bed and followed him back to his rooms, to the cage.
He made sure the bottom of the cage was well padded and warm and clean, then encouraged Harmony inside. “It will become easier for you, I hope.”
Harmony refused to look at him, crawling into the cage and immediately curling into himself as tightly as possible.
Ceris’ hand dropped onto his back, warm, soothing. “It’s the right thing to do, boy. He needs to learn.”
“Yes, Master.” He leaned into the touch, needing the support.
“Give him a caress, boy, remind him he’s cared for,” Ceris suggested.
“You are, you know.” He knelt down, stroking Harmony’s upper arm. “Rest and breathe, hmm?”
Harmony curled further into himself, but he made a soft sound when Kerr stopped petting him.
“Hopefully a night in the cage will find him acting less spoiled in the morning.” Ceris cupped Kerr’s ass. “In the meantime, I’ll sleep with you. Normally we’d use my bed, but I’m assuming you’d like to be in the same room as your pet.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you. I worry about him.” He went up on tiptoe and offered Ceris an impulsive kiss.
Ceris looked surprised, but pleased, and he grabbed the back of Kerr’s neck, keeping him in place as Ceris deepened the kiss. He opened wide, so eager for the attention. Still kissing him, Ceris picked him up and carried him to the side of his bed. He melted, his entire focus snapping to his master. Ceris laid him down on his mattress, following but not putting the entire weight down onto him Still, he could feel the strength and the heat of his Ceris against every part of him. He swore he could feel Harmony’s gaze on them, watching them. He arched up against all that strength, the wonderful muscles hard, the skin that covered them warm. He reached up, fingers wrapping around Ceris’ horns. The horn in the middle of Ceris’ body grew for him, hard and hot against his belly, and he arched against it, eager for its touch.
“Such a sweet slut of a demon.” Ceris bit at his earlobe, making it sting.
“Thank you, Master.” Yes. Yes, he felt like he was parched land getting rain.
Ceris rolled against him in a long, sweet movement, that cock riding his belly, his hips. “I will fill you, then plug you again so that you need all the night long.”
A soft whimper came from the cage, but he didn’t know if it was happy or sad or scared or turned on. It didn’t matter, though, because Kerr himself was happy, eager anticipation filling him at Ceris’ words.
“Yes, boy, I know how to use you properly, how to use your need.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you. Thank you. Please.” He babbled because he had no choice.
“You beg so prettily. Are you taking note, little pet? Are you listening to how your Provider needs and wants whatever pleasures and pains his Master offers?”
Another whimper came from the cage, though this one might have been a “Yes, Sir.” If he held his head just right.
“His training is perfect, his need delicious, and his hunger huge.”
Every word Master Ceris said honoured Kerr more deeply.
Master Ceris took his mouth in a kiss that burned him all the way to his toes, and one hand played with his horns, rubbing them roughly so need shot through his body like lightning. Then the kiss was gone, Master Ceris turning him over and arranging him on hands and knees, his thighs spread wide, his ass high in the air.
“I know your ass is ready for me, not only because of the plug, but because I told you it must be so as long as you live your days here in the harem.” Ceris patted his ass before pulling out the plug that filled him with little fanfare. Then he felt the hot, blunt head of Ceris’ enormous cock at his hole, pushing insistently.
He bore back, eager and ready, hungry for the pressure. Ceris moved slowly, the thick cock seeming to take the longest time to spread his hole. Then all of a sudden, it was in and sinking all the way in until Ceris’ hips pressed against his ass.
Ceris reached underneath him and began to work his nipples, pinching and pulling them rhythmically, stretching them and twisting them. His body tightened, his ass working Ceris’ cock. Every time Ceris pinched or twisted, he squeezed, bearing down hard around the thick heat inside him.
“Hungry slut, you need beautifully. You hurt so well.”
Ceris’ words made him shiver, anticipation sitting heavily in his belly. Letting go of his nipples, Ceris slapped his cock and thrust in again at the same time. His prick bounced, swaying between his parted thighs. Ceris hummed and thrust and slapped again, the sensations going right through him. It felt so very good. Then the pressure to his nipples returned, driving him to arch his back, push into the touches.
“That’s it. You know you need it. You know you want it.” Ceris began slamming in, letting him have it.
“Yes, Master. Yes. I need.” He’d craved this glorious attention, this deep ache.
Ceris pushed in harder, banging up against his gland to light him on fire.
“Master!”
The next slam made his eyes cross, and he begged for more.
Ceris gave it to him, pushing into him time and again, managing to hit his gland with unerring accuracy. Then Ceris’ chest covered his back, and a low voice buzzed in his ear. “If you come without permission, boy, you will be punished.”
A shudder went through him, and he didn’t know what to do. He could try not to come. He could let himself come to earn the punishment. In the end, he decided that he wanted to at least try to obey, and if Ceris pushed him into coming before permission was given, then he would revel in the punishment, knowing his master wanted it.
“Yes, Master. I understand.”
“Good boy.” Each bit of praise felt better than the last, the warm words healing his forlorn soul. Soon he would feel whole.
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Ceris began to slam into him in a quick, hard rhythm, touching on his gland with each push into him. The feelings sparked through him, and they were huge. The pleasure grew quickly, then became need, then desperation as he fought the urge to shoot. Ceris didn’t back off even a bit, driving into him with more and more force, pushing him hard and fast.
“Master!” he warned.
Ceris just kept pumping into him, filling him up so good, and he knew that his master intended him to earn his punishment well.
He kept holding on as long as he could, determined to do Ceris proud. He felt Ceris’ smile against his cheek, against his shoulder. It spurred him on, making him hold on just a little bit longer. He squeezed, bearing down as best he could, his horns afire.
Ceris grabbed hold of his cock, squeezing it roughly, and all he could do was shoot hard, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Mmm. Do love that smell. But you’re going to have to be punished, boy, for coming without my permission.”
“Yes. Yes, Master. As you will.”
“That’s right. My will.” Groaning, Ceris froze, and heat filled Kerr. The burn flooded him, marking him as Ceris’ boy. “I’m going to come out and get a plug, and you’re not going to lose a drop. If you do, I’m putting you in the cage with your pet.”
“Yes, Master.” He tightened, clenching as firmly as he could as Ceris pulled from him. He had been promised rest with his new master. He would earn that gift.
Ceris climbed off the bed and went to a wardrobe in Kerr’s eye line. When it opened, it revealed shelves all filled with an array of toys. Anything he could think of by the look of it. Taking his time, Ceris picked up a number of plugs, examined them, and put them back before finally settling on one. The wardrobe doors were carefully closed before Ceris returned to him, body shining in the lamplight.
Ceris spread his cheeks, then nodded, tapping his hole. “Good boy. I’m proud. I’ll have to invent more strenuous trials for you.”
It made him wriggle, just the thought of being pushed harder. He wanted that so badly, so he could prove himself to his master. The plug was held at his hole, the tip cold and broad and thick. So thick. He moaned and pressed back, eager to have it inside him, eager to please Ceris.
“This one will be a bit of a challenge, boy. You’ll not forget it’s inside you.”
That was fine by him. He wasn’t interested in forgetting. He wanted to revel in it. He wanted to feel every second.
Ceris pushed a little, beginning to open him. “Take the rest in yourself. Show me how much you want it, boy.”
“Yes, Master.” He rocked back, his eyes crossing with the pressure. Oh. It was indeed big. Huge. And it had no give. He continued to rock back onto it, wanting to be able to take it, wanting to feel it there all night long as Master Ceris held him.
“That’s it, boy. Take it, nice and slow. I want you to stretch.”
He slowed down his movements, the burn increasing as he took his time taking the thick phallus in. He could this. He could. One of Ceris’ fingers traced his hole, pressed more slick into him.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you.” He felt seen and cherished. He rocked back, taking more into him.
“So polite. Do you see, pet? How polite our boy is?”
There was silence from the cage, but Kerr didn’t care at the moment. Right now, he needed to have this enormous plug filling him, keeping Ceris’ seed inside him all night long.
“How submissive and wanton you are. How utterly delicious.” Ceris’ lips landed on his ass, so hot, leaving a kiss that he could still feel long after it was over.
“Master. Master, I feel you, everywhere. Throughout me.”
“Remember this feeling. This is how you should always feel, boy. You are mine.”
Please. Yes, please. With every fibre of his being.
Ceris took over getting the plug into him, pushing the rest of the way in before tugging it out, then slowly filling him with it again. His hole ached, the burn making his prick erect again, making it drip with need.
Ceris put one hand in the middle of his back, solid and warm, as Ceris rocked his body, the plug pushing into him with each movement. He felt himself spreading wider and wider, accepting the intrusion. And just when he thought he had his equilibrium, Ceris found his gland with the plug, coming up on it with strength. His ballsac drew up, tight and hard, his belly rippling with the sensations slamming through him.
Ceris grabbed his balls and tugged on them, twisting slightly. It made him gasp, but it also had his imminent orgasm backing off. “No coming. You’re going to spend the rest of the night filled and needy.”
“Yes. Yes, Master!” He could scream with his frustration and need and utter joy.
Ceris slammed the plug in one more time, knocking up against his gland. Then the plug was seated, and he was fuller than he could ever remember being.
Ceris patted his ass. “There. Perfect.”
“M… master.” He couldn’t stop wiggling.
Chuckling, Ceris hit his ass again, a little harder this time. “You want to walk around the room with it?”
Walk? Oh, no. He believed that he did not want to do that at all. Still, his answer was, “As you wish, Master.”
Ceris encouraged him off the bed. “I’m going to watch. Go ahead and start. I’ll let you know when you’re done.”
“Yes, Master.” He stood, his legs trembling beneath him, shaking violently for a moment before he managed to walk, his steps careful, sure, almost mincing.
“Mmm. Look at you walking. I can tell you’ve got that plug in. It changes everything.” Ceris moaned softly. “It makes you glow.”
That made him feel more confident, and he moved with the plug, letting the fullness dictate his steps. He felt his hips sway, his body tingling and aching.
“Oh, yes. That’s it, boy. You’re beautiful. Isn’t he beautiful, pet?”
“Yes,” answered Harmony, voice quiet. “So beautiful.”
He pinked, his soul warming. “Thank you. The pressure colours everything.”
“I can tell. Another lap and then come to bed,” Ceris ordered.
“Yes, Master.” He walked another circle -- neither lingering nor hurrying, just walking and letting the sensation fill him. He could feel Ceris’ eyes on him the entire time he walked, knew his master was admiring him.
When he got back around to Ceris, he was drawn over the demon’s lap, steady, almost gentle blows warming his skin. Each swat moved the plug inside him. He moaned, the sounds soft and then growing in volume.
“No more coming this evening,” Ceris warned him.
“No more. I know. I understand.” He ached, and it was wonderful.
“Good boy.” Ceris swatted him a few more times, then rubbed his ass, going slowly, making him burn.
He sighed softly, the sound half need, half pleasure. Tugging him onto the bed, Ceris curled around him, surrounding him in his master’s warmth.
“Sleep, boy. Tomorrow you will work harder than you have in days.”
He shivered with delight. “Yes, Master.” If today was anything to go by, tomorrow was going to be amazing.
Chapter Five
Belial had gone through the report Ceris left him. All was well in the harem, and his new pleasure demon was settling in nicely. Apparently, the boy was a slut to be used, only he hadn’t been very well used at all by his former master. Bel had to grin at that. Had to. It couldn’t be easy, being made for pleasure, for pain, being made to be used, and used well at that, when you were owned by a man who had no desire to use you. And the fact that Horatio wasn’t using his harem only confirmed Bel’s suspicions about his neighbour.
Horatio wasn’t a dominant at all. No, his best friend was just the opposite of that. A great big, huge, bottom slut.
It happened sometimes. Whether by accident or design, H had found himself a Master Demon, only deep down, he needed someone to take him, to make him submit. Someone who would do terrible, wicked things to him
. Someone like Bel.
It didn’t hurt that Bel was in love with the thick numbskull. Hell’s bells, he’d been dropping hints for years. H was just too thickheaded to see them, let alone take them.
Now Bel was making his move. He’d managed to convince H that playing poker for money was boring. They were demons. Why shouldn’t they play for property, for favours, for anything either of them could dream up? Bel could dream up quite a bit, thank you very much, and he was pretty sure he’d softened H up to the point where H would be willing to wager something far more personal than a pleasure demon.
Bel remembered that report. Utterly unused for far too long. Those were Ceris’ exact words. H was ripe for the picking. He bided his time, waiting until the other two demons playing cards with them had dropped out, and then finally left when it was clear he and H were ready to play the rest of the night.
As soon as they were alone, Bel dealt a new hand. “How about we make this interesting, old friend?”
“It’s not interesting now?”
Horatio glowed with the pleasure of the gamble. The pale skin begged to be marked, the white braids to be shaved clean away. Once he took H -- and Bel would take him as his own and keep him, of that he had no doubt -- the heavy horns would become super sensitive nubs, all the sensations distilled into a bit of bone he could squeeze between his fingers.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared.” He would egg H on as hard as he had to.
“Scared of what? Your ancient ass?”
He growled a little. If H were already his, there would be a long, hard beating in his immediate future.
He took a breath and focussed on why he was here. “Very well, let’s make the bet a day of submission. Loser is the winner’s for twenty-four hours.”
“Nonsense. You know that isn’t possible.”
“Why not? It’s a wager, not a contract.”
No. No, it wasn’t. But it would be. By the end of the night, he would have everything. An eternity. Horatio would be his, and there would be nothing anyone could do to change that. Wagers were a separate thing from regular contracts, out of anyone’s purview.