by Sean Michael
He wanted to deny it. He wanted to deny the whole thing. But he couldn’t. All he could do was lie there and let Bel hold him.
* * *
Belial woke still wrapped around his new boy, holding on like Lem was a giant teddy bear. The idea of having his own personal -- live -- teddy bear amused him, making him smile. He stretched for a moment, then curled back up around Lem.
Today would be difficult for his boy, challenging, but there would be rewards. Punishments. Orgasms. His cock surged from semi-hard to full. He was eager for the day to begin. Last night, it was important to take Lem’s hole, to show who was the master. Today was the time to just play.
Lem frowned in his sleep, the thoughts racing through his boy’s mind pure worry and shame. Bel shook his head. He didn’t want that, but he knew it was going to take time for Lem to come to terms with this. It had been hidden away for so long. He petted his boy, then found the horns in the mussed braids. They were smaller already, after a single marking, smaller and, he would bet, more sensitive.
“I’m going to shave you today, boy. Every inch of you.”
He knew when Lem woke, even though his boy tried to hide it.
“We’ll make a production of it. Have a bath drawn in front of the fire. Cut your hair, then shave your head, your body. Around your cock.” It was going to be glorious. “I’ll shave your tight little hole before I fill it again.”
He couldn’t wait to be buried inside Lem again. And he wanted Lem to suck him. He was going to come down his boy’s throat. Of course, that would mean taking off the gag. He undid the closures and slowly drew the lined leather away, tugging the little penis out of Lem’s mouth. The teeth marks dug into it were deep, his boy having worked it all night. It had been the right choice to leave it on.
“You can have the real thing to suck on in a moment, boy.”
“Leave me alone.”
“Now you know that’s not going to happen. Is that really what you want your first words post-gag to be?” He shook his head, but he wasn’t really upset. The fight was exciting.
Lem stared at him, the emotions flooding between them.
“Okay. Just so you know, that’s not going to happen. You have my full attention and total focus for the foreseeable future.” He patted Lem’s cheek. “I have the most amazing management demons who can run things with very little input from me for ages.” And they would come to him if they needed him. He wasn’t going to have to leave Lem unattended for any reason. “I have worked a lifetime to reward myself with you.”
“You know that I’m not a submissive.”
“I know that you’ve tried very hard to hide the fact that you are indeed a submissive. Hells, for all I know, you’ve managed to hide it from yourself as well. You’ve never truly been happy, though, and now you will be.” They both would be. He wasn’t doing this for altruism. He was doing this because Lem belonged to him.
Lem stared at him and then pulled away, moving to get off the bed.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” He grabbed Lem’s arm and tugged him back into the centre of the bed. “Your every moment is under my command. And I say you stay right here in my bed.”
Lem opened his mouth, and Bel simply flipped his boy over, peppering the tight, taut ass with sharp little blows.
“You have no autonomy anymore, Lem. You are mine, and as such, you will do as you are told. You will ask for permission if there is anything you want to do aside from breathe. Is that understood?”
“Fuck you!”
Yes. He spanked harder, hand slamming into Lem’s ass.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” He swatted several more times, then rested his hand on Lem’s ass as he asked again. “Is that understood?”
“F-fuck you. I want to go home.”
Stubborn boy.
“You are home.” He continued the spanking, alternating left and right cheeks every few hits. He was going to have to start widening his coverage and involving his other hand as well if Lem kept pushing him. “Do you understand what I told you about who is in charge of everything about you, even your body? All I need is a ‘yes, Sir.’”
Lem sobbed softly, and he caught the bottom of Lem’s ass with his fingertips, adding a jolt of magick to the blow. “Yes, Sir! Fuck! Stop!”
“I’m stopping because you said ‘Yes, Sir,’ not because you told me to stop.” He smacked Lem’s ass one last time, then began to rub it. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Lem’s butt glowed, the heat buzzing between them.
“Something’s hard, though, isn’t it, boy?” He flipped Lem around again, loving the way Lem hissed as his hot ass hit the cool sheets. Also loving the hard, needy cock rising up and trying to get his attention. He touched the tip, rubbed the drop of pre-come there all around the head. Lem growled and tried to twist away, and he popped the tip. “I’m going to plug your cock and ass before I shave you.”
“No.”
He chuckled and didn’t even dignify Lem’s no with a yes or any other sort of argument. “Stay there or I will make you sorry you didn’t.” He held Lem’s gaze until Lem looked down. Then he got up and went to his toy cupboard, taking out a penis plug, a leather cuff to wrap around Lem’s balls, and a wicked butt plug.
Lem curled up, protecting himself, glaring at Bel. Asshole.
“I have one, yes. Of course, so do you, and yours is the one that’s going to be well-used.” He returned to the bed, putting the things he’d picked up on the bed so Lem could see them.
He reached out and covered the sweet, swollen hole with his fingers, tapping it as best he could. Len grunted and jerked, but his boy wasn’t trying to pull away, only reacting, body pushing toward the touches. Smiling, Bel grabbed the lube and splurted a bunch on Lem’s hole, then worked it in with his fingers. He could feel the pressure of Lem’s worry and pleasure, pushing at him, stressing at him.
“Focus on the physical sensations, boy. It’ll make everything easier.” Bel figured Lem couldn’t worry if he was too busy enjoying being opened and made ready for the spiky plug Bel had chosen.
“Nothing about this is easy! You’ve stolen my life!”
“I have. And I’ve given you back your soul.” No amount of money or power or prestige could make up for being unhappy and, worse, unfulfilled. He pushed more lube into Lem’s hole.
The simple fact was that, if Lem had not been miscategorised at creation, Lem would have still become his boy at some point. It was written.
He took the plug and applied slick to it, fingers running over the rounded triangles that served as points all over it. Then he set it at Lem’s hole. “Push back onto it, boy. Take it into yourself.”
“Leave me alone.”
He glared, grabbed the fuzz above Lem’s cock and pulled, hard. “Do it.”
“I can’t with you holding me in place by my short and curlies! That’s not even fair!”
“That’s why I’m getting rid of them. If you don’t want that to be via me tearing them out right here and now, I suggest you start obeying some of my orders.”
“You were my friend!”
“I am your Master!”
It didn’t matter who they were or what they’d been to each other or anyone else. This was their reality now. He was master, Lem was his slave. Full stop.
He pressed the plug against Lem’s hole again, then slapped his ass hard. Lem roared, hips rolling up to take the tip of the plug in.
“That’s it, boy. You do it like that. Now come on. There’s more. You need to take the whole thing in.” He pressed, just enough pressure that if Lem moved back, it would rock the plug into him.
“I don’t…” But Lem did. The sweet body opened up, hole spreading wide.
He helped the plug along a little, so it went into Lem half under his own steam, half by virtue of the pressure Bel put on it. Each time another triangular bump pushed through, Lem cried out.
“Does it ache, boy? You’ll spend your life plugged -- fore and aft.”
He felt the way the low cry vibrated his boy’s body.
“You can take anything I give you. You were made for this, made for me.” He slid his hands over Lem’s horns, watching as his boy shuddered at the touch. Oh, yes, already far more sensitive and definitely smaller than they had been. The magicks were working quickly to fix the wrong. “These will be better without all those messy braids. You have no need of them.”
He couldn’t wait to bare Lem, make his boy beautiful. Head to toe. He’d have to decide if he would also bare Lem’s eyebrows; he was definitely taking the hair from his boy’s genitals.
He worked the plug all the way in, then turned it, knowing the rounded spikes would stimulate Lem’s ass. Lem shook his head, his lips parted like that would make room in his ass.
Bel loved each show of independence, each attempt by Lem to deny this. They both knew how futile it was, but that spirit was a part of his boy, and he wasn’t looking to break it. Tame Lem, yes. Break him, absolutely not.
Bel leaned down, lapping the end of Lem’s dripping cock. “I’m going to fill this hole. I’m going to fuck your cock and then bare your beautiful body.”
A shiver went through Lem’s body, and his own echoed it. Fucking that sweet little slit. He couldn’t wait. Once Lem was an old pro at it, he would use his little finger. But he was a nice guy and would let Lem work up to that. He grabbed the penis plug from where he’d left it on the bed, the little thing about half the size of his smallest finger.
Lem shook his head. “No. No, please.”
“This is what happens when you don’t play with your subs, Lem.”
“My name is Horatio!”
“No, you’re my Lem now. Horatio is gone.”
He grabbed the oil and poured some into Lem’s slit.
“My name is Horatio!” Lem stared at his cock, wide-eyed.
“Your name is Lem. Or mine. Or boy.” Bel poured in more oil, then slicked up the little penis plug.
“My name is… Please don’t.” Lem’s prick jerked and bobbed, and he knew his boy was working that plug.
He ignored Lem’s words, sliding the tip of the plug into the lubed up slit. It was a thing of beauty. There were three little bumps and a ring to keep it pressed in. One day, his boy would wear a thick long one, attached to a piercing in the heavy cock. He pushed the plug in to the first bump, then the second.
Lem spread his legs, those pale eyes going wide, and Lem ducked his head, hiding behind a mass of braids. That there was the number one reason why Bel was getting rid of them.
“So you like it, hmm? Enjoy some slit play?”
“No.”
Little liar.
He chuckled and pulled the plug out, before sending it back in to the second bump again, listening to Lem’s soft gasp, watching the way his boy’s body arched.
“Sweet slut. We’re going to learn so much together.”
He continued to carefully fuck Lem’s slit with the plug, sending it slightly deeper each time he pushed it in again. Lem tried to spread, trying to open himself and make room. It made Bel smile, the act so adorable, so oddly innocent. There was nothing for it but to let the plug stretch him, though. And it did, opening Lem’s slit to allow the metal in.
“Soon I will have this perfect prick pierced -- the tip, along the shaft, at the base. It’s mine to modify, to decorate, to hurt.”
Lem bared his teeth, asscheeks clenching.
He appreciated the fact that Lem had stopped telling him to “leave me alone.”
“There are far more interesting plugs and sounds to play with if you’re pierced.” One step at a time, though. First was the shaving. After he had the plug in and Lem’s balls bound.
“I want go home.”
“You are home.”
They were delivering the precious things from Lem’s home here, and they would be stored, protected until Lem had need of them.
He pushed the plug all the way in, hooking the large ring at the top around the head of Lem’s cock, pushing it down around his glans. “There. Plugged.”
Lem stared down, shaking his head side to side, like he couldn’t understand what he was feeling. Or seeing.
Bel patted Lem’s cock, his boy coming almost a foot up off the bed. “Sensitive, boy?” When Lem didn’t answer him, he pinched one tiny nipple and tugged hard. “You know what I want to hear. Don’t make me start pinching your nipples like I spanked your ass.”
Fuck you. The thought was clear as Hell.
He pinched Lem’s other nipple, then the first again, giving a little growl.
“Stop! Stop!”
“Say it, boy.”
“Say what? What do you want?”
“I asked if it was sensitive.” He touched Lem’s cock again. “The only possible answers are ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, Sir.’”
“It’s full. It’s fucking full.”
“You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” He stroked Lem’s cock, fingers dragging on his silky skin. “You’re hard as a rock and working that plug like a master.” He hummed happily and grabbed the ball cuff. “This next. Get those lovely balls bound. It’s going to make a beautiful package. Push them out so I can strip them bare.”
Lem closed his legs and immediately opened them again as the plug shifted inside him.
“Oh, very nice.” He slid the leather around Lem’s balls and slowly pulled it tight so he could close it. “This is mine. All of it. The outside, the inside. You are mine.”
Lem groaned and shook his head, but didn’t pull away, letting him finish closing the cuff. Lem’s balls looked obscene, stretched and pushed forward. Bel stroked them, watching the pale skin wrinkle up. Lem whimpered, and Bel patted the lovely cock again, watching Lem buck as the plug shifted slightly. He was going to have fun shaving all this.
“Come before the fire. You need to be bared.” The tub was there, full of steaming water, and the shaving equipment had been laid out for him.
It was good to be the boss. No question.
“We’ll start with the hair on your head. Free your horns and your head from their weight.” He grabbed the scissors to cut the long hair as close to the bone as possible.
Lem reached for his wrist, and he stared, shook his head.
“I’m doing this, Lem. Don’t earn yourself another punishment by trying to stop me.” He held Lem’s gaze for a long moment, then turned his attention back to the long hair. Grabbing a hank of it, he cut it as slowly as possible, the long strands falling at their feet like straw.
“I will never forgive you for this.”
“I don’t need your forgiveness. I am your master.” He would have Lem’s adoration, his love, and every last bit of his need.
“You want me disgusting.”
“No. I want you to stand out. You’re going to be stunning. Absolutely stunning.” His boy was going to be the most beautiful demon ever. “I want you to be available to feel everything, to know that there is nowhere I won’t touch you.”
He continued cutting the long strands of hair, slowly bringing it down to little more than stubble. Lem looked better already. The need in those eyes glimmered, the weight of the braids released.
“Let’s get your head wet. In fact, let’s get you in the tub. It’ll soften the hair on the rest of your body.” He led Lem into the tub, filled by unseen servants, and once there, dunked his head. The water poured around Lem, gentling the features on his beloved one’s face. Groaning, he began to lick the water from Lem’s face. “You are becoming what you need to be.”
He dunked Lem’s head again, then grabbed the shaving cream and spread it out over Lem’s scalp, fingers massaging it in. He didn’t talk anymore. There was nothing to say right now. He stroked the silver razor in a slow, careful line over Lem’s scalp. He ran the fingers of his other hand along behind the razor, loving the feeling of freshly bared skin.
Perfect. Lem was made to be bare.
Groaning, he continued shaving, one long stripe at a time. He nodded as the huge eyes gr
ew bigger, more pronounced. “Oh, yes, even better than I suspected.”
Once he was done, he dunked Lem back into the water again, letting the water wick away any extra soap.
“Better. So much better.”
He emptied the water and refilled again, tapping the plug in the tip of Lem’s cock as they waited. Lem gasped and jerked in his arms. That had him touching again, wriggling it.
“Hot little slut. You make my mouth dry.”
Lem whimpered for him, sweet and low. He swore he could feel the way Lem yearned for him, wanted him.
“This will be difficult, but worthwhile, you understand?”
Lem didn’t answer him, but didn’t tell him off either, didn’t pull away or swear at him. Bel took it as tacit agreement. He tapped the plug in the tip of Lem’s cock again, loving the way Lem wriggled, moaned.
“You’re so sensual, boy. How could you have lived for so long without what you needed? Don’t worry. That time is over.”
“I don’t want this. You’re delusional.”
“And here I thought we were past that.” He tapped Lem’s cock plug again, making sure to move it around.
“I want to go h-home.” Lem stretched out in the filling water.
“You are home, boy. And you’ll never have to worry about anything again but pleasing me.” He studied Lem’s face, the white eyebrows. “Should I remove your eyebrows, Lem?”
Lem’s eyes went wide, and his nostril flared. He grabbed the tub’s edges and scrambled back as far as he could. “You fucker! You wouldn’t dare!”
“I’ll take that as a yes. Or at the very least as a challenge, Lem.”
“My motherfucking name is Horatio!”
Bel grabbed Lem’s hip, dragged him down back into the water. He kept Lem there until the struggles stopped. Then he let Lem back up again, his boy sputtering. “No more swearing, boy. I don’t like it. And no more of the H word. That name never suited you before, and it definitely doesn’t suit you now.”
“FUCK!” The scream rang out, sharp and loud. Needy.
“We’ll get to that, I promise. But first, we get rid of the rest of your hair. Do I need to bind you to do it?” He wasn’t going to have Lem hurting himself. He grabbed Lem by the short hairs and pulled, hard.