by Sean Michael
Lem cried out, but otherwise stilled.
“Better, boy.” He reached for the rubber straps he had installed only days ago. “I’m going to bind you to the tub, make sure you give in to my will.”
“I can’t… I won’t… I’m not a submissive!”
He ran one hand along Lem’s horns, listening to the low, inescapable moan. “You can say it as much as you want. That doesn’t make it true.”
He licked along Lem’s horn, binding one hand as he slid his tongue over the smooth surface. He could feel the heat there, feel how Lem’s horn was alive beneath his tongue. So sensitive, so tender. Soon he would be able to make Lem ache with a touch. He got Lem’s other hand bound and grabbed the shaving cream, squeezing it out over Lem’s eyebrows and rubbing it in over the short hairs.
“Don’t you do this. Don’t make me ugly!”
“You couldn’t be ugly if you tried.” He was going to take Lem from beautiful to absolutely stunning and unforgettable. He didn’t linger. Two swipes and the brows were gone. The entire focus would be on Lem’s gorgeous eyes. They looked absolutely huge now in Lem’s pale face.
“You fucker.”
He shot his hand out, pinching Lem’s left nipple hard. “No cursing, boy.” He held Lem’s gaze until Lem lowered those long lashes over the big eyes.
Better.
He slid his hands down along Lem’s pecs, which were naturally bare. Nice. The pits cleaned up easily, the little pale hairs disappearing under the razor. Then there was Lem’s treasure trail. He slid his fingers along it, right to the short and curlies around the beautiful cock.
“I’m going to do your legs first. Then I’ll clean up your cock, your hole.”
Lem shook his head, swallowing hard, eyes fastened on him.
“Oh, yes.” He grabbed Lem’s foot and attached it to one of the hooks at the far end of the tub, then did the same with Lem’s other foot. “Perfect.”
“Let me go.”
“Make me.” He grinned down at Lem, feeling fierce. Wild. In love.
The flare of magic was distant, erotic, arousing, stealing his breath.
“Mine.” He let the possession he felt come out in his voice, his growl echoing in the room.
“Fuck you.” That flare of magic tickled him again, making his cock throb.
“No, it’s fuck you, boy. And I will. Once you’re completely bared.” He grabbed the shaving cream and began spraying it over Lem’s legs. “I’m paying attention, by the way. Counting every curse word.” There would be spankings for each one. There would be bigger punishments if the spankings grew too numerous. “I don’t want to hear another curse out of your pretty mouth.”
“I don’t care! I don’t fucking care what you… Oh!”
This time he grabbed his boy’s heavy balls and tugged hard. “Don’t make me twist them. Because, mark my words, I will.”
Lem tried to stare him down, but the light eyes couldn’t hold his, couldn’t fight him. He waited until Lem looked away before he let go of Lem’s balls and picked up the razor.
“I have you. I will keep you. I intend to show you what you were made to become.”
He began to shave Lem’s legs in long, smooth strokes, from ankle to knee, then from knee to thigh. It was amazing, the difference, the way the bared skin seemed to call for his hands.
He groaned and cupped his hands in the water, sluicing it over Lem’s legs to wash away any of the shaving cream that was left.
Lovely. Lean and long and pale and fine and lovely. And his. Neither of them would ever forget that again, no matter how much Lem might fight it. Bel moaned softly, sliding his hands right up to the tops of Lem’s thighs where the hair around his cock, balls, and ass reminded him there was still work to be done. He pushed one of his bent legs under Lem’s ass, nudging the plug and arching his boy’s crotch out of the water.
“All nice and softened up for my razor.” He ran his fingers though Lem’s short and curlies, grabbed hold of them, and tugged. Hard.
“Fuck!”
“Oh, boy. You have to start learning.” He smacked Lem’s cock, his little finger hitting Lem’s balls at the same time. “That’s for this last one, but you still have several spankings coming when we’re done with the shaving.” Then he grabbed Lem’s filled cock, working the shaft, jostling the sound again and again. “Ask me to shave the rest of you, boy. Beg me to bare you, clean you up like the sub you were made to be.”
“Never.”
He slapped Lem’s cock again, this time using two fingers to graze Lem’s balls, careful to sensitise, not to hurt. He would mix need and pain and desire and pleasure until they could not be separated. “Do it. Do it now.”
Then he began to touch the swollen tip of Lem’s heavy prick. Lem thrashed as best he could with both ankles and wrists bound, deep cries coming from him.
“You don’t have to fight so hard, boy. I see inside you. I know what you truly need.” He leaned down, dragged his tongue over the metal in Lem’s slit. “Ask me to shave you.”
Lem whimpered but didn’t say anything. In fact, his jaw was clearly clenched.
Bel licked at Lem’s slit again, then took the entire head into his mouth and closed his lips around it, squeezing tightly and sending a buzz of pure magic through the sound, offering Lem a jolt of electricity. Lem shouted, hips snapping up, cock pushing deep. Bel allowed it for a moment before pulling off.
“Now. Beg me to shave you, and I’ll give you more.”
Lem stared down at him, and he willed his boy to focus, to take what he needed.
Finally, Lem collapsed, eyes shining, but no tears actually falling. “P-please, Bel. Shave me.”
“What, no Master?”
“Motherfucker!”
The wild scream made him cackle, and he peppered the side of Lem’s ass with blows. “No more swearing, boy. No more.”
He grabbed the shaving cream and liberally applied it to the skin around Lem’s cock, again, being a little rough, pushing a little too hard. He knew Lem wanted it, so he gave it to his boy, making Lem feel it, every second of every thing that he did. He pulled the tiny hairs, loving each and every groan that the little pains drew from his boy. Smiling, he grabbed the razor and began slowly scraping every hair off.
“Beautiful boy. I need to keep you bare, naked, ready for my touch.”
Lem shook his head, but he whimpered, too, hips pushing up toward him, toward his touch.
Oh, yes. Bel moaned as more and more skin was exposed, and he started cleaning up the sweet velvety ballsac. He was super careful around the tiny hole beyond Lem’s balls, making sure to slice away every single little hair, moving the base of the plug to expose first one side then another.
“Almost done, boy. Once I’m done, I’ll untie you and you can stand, let me see you from every angle and make sure I haven’t missed a single hair.” He met Lem’s eyes, holding the needy gaze until Lem nodded. “That’s my good boy. I will reward you for that.”
Of course, there was no guarantee Lem was going to enjoy his reward… Bel chuckled, and even he had to admit, the sound was more than a bit evil. Of course, he was a demon after all. Lem’s worry swirled around him, and he shook his head.
“You’re not ugly, boy. You’re perfect.” Stunning, in fact.
He stroked Lem’s hole quite a few times before he was satisfied the hair was completely gone. Then he began undoing the bindings holding Lem in place. Lem began to vibrate as he was released, the tension in his boy building. Lem was going to either bolt or come. Perhaps even both. Bel got the last binding off and encouraged Lem to stand.
He held one wrist with a loose grip, keeping Lem right there. Then he made his demon boy turn. He examined with eyes and fingers, touching Lem’s smooth skin and moaning at the amazing feeling of newly bared skin that wasn’t usually naked like this. So soft. So fine.
Lem stared at him, those eyes looking like jewels, so huge, so warm.
“You’re absolutely stunning, Lem. Come with me to
the mirror.” He was going to make Lem look, make his boy acknowledge the changes and how amazing it was now that he was letting his long-buried submissive out.
“No. No, at least give me that.”
Pretending was not going to help. “Look.” He stopped in front of the mirror and took Lem’s head, turning it toward their reflections. “Look.”
“No!” Lem threw himself backward, but there was nowhere to go, no denying this.
He stood strong, keeping hold of Lem’s head. “We’ll stand here until you look at yourself, boy. You know I’m not playing.”
“I’m not your boy!” Lem fought him, and he stayed quiet, still. Strong. He just held on as Lem continued to fight, his boy slowly winding down as he used up all his energy.
“Look, boy. I want you to see what I see.” He nibbled a line around one of Lem’s ears. “You’re my perfect submissive.” Lem tried to shake his head, but Bel didn’t even allow that. “No, boy. You’ll do as I ask, or you’ll spend the night in a cage at the foot of my bed and it’s only morning, yet. You have so many punishments left to earn.”
Lem’s eyes flew open, the look part horrified, part stunned.
“See how stunning you are? The most magnificent submissive demon I have ever seen.” He stroked his fingers along Lem’s horns, murmuring soft praises.
“It’s not me.”
“Sure it is. Look into your eyes, Lem. Look past the anger and the fight and tell me you don’t see your true self.” He knew he was right. He could feel Lem’s soul calling to him. “There is no shame. You are becoming.” He exulted in it, and he knew that somewhere inside, Lem was exulting as well, was finally coming into his own.
“This isn’t me.”
“It’s the best of you.” Bel trusted in his own gut, and then there was the council’s blessing. They wouldn’t admit they’d made a mistake all those lifetimes ago with Lem, but they had given their blessing nonetheless.
He leaned forward, wrapped his lips around the tip of one of Lem’s horn, sucking with a steady pleasure. Lem’s mouth dropped open, and his body went stiff. Then a shudder moved through Lem.
“Please. Oh, Bel.” The words were barely given sound, Lem’s voice choked.
Master, he willed. He slowed his sucking, giving Lem a chance to use the word, to beg him properly.
Lem shook his head, but the word came. “Master.”
Yes! He sucked again, more earnestly, bestowing pleasure on his beloved boy.
This would only get better, only become more and more necessary.
He took the other one into his mouth next, licking and laving it, making Lem jerk and whimper. He went for Lem’s tiny nipples with his fingers. They needed to be worked, pulled and sucked, made swollen and red, sensitive.
He worked horn and nipples, Lem bucking and whimpering against him. He kept the rhythm rolling, gentling his suction as he tugged Lem’s nipples out, then stroked delicate circles around the tiny nibs as he sucked Lem’s horn vigorously.
He loved keeping his boy off kilter, loved that Lem didn’t know what to think or where to turn. He began to walk Lem toward the bed. He needed to bite. He needed to fuck. He threw Lem onto the bed and spread him out wide.
“Hold that position, or I will bind you.”
He kept one hand on his boy, not holding, just connecting. And he waited, watching for which direction Lem would choose to go. Lem stayed where he was placed, and Bel nodded, pleased.
“We’re going to start your nipple training now, boy. Then I’m going to bury myself in your tight hole.”
Straddling Lem’s thighs, he bent to bite at the wonderful little tits. He had suction cups for Lem’s nipples, but he wanted them aching and hot first. He wanted Lem crazed. And he wanted it to be his mouth that had done it. He worried the tips with his teeth.
“Stop…”
Don’t move, boy. Take what I give you.
Lem didn’t move.
Score.
He switched to the other nipple and bit at it, then took a proper, long bite. Lem arched underneath him, body bowing in a deep arc. His demon left his arms and legs splayed out, though, more or less holding his position. Because Bel had ordered it. Yes.
Good boy. Good boy. Spread a little wider.
Lem shook his head back and forth, but his legs spread wider for him, as if his boy was begging him for it.
Pretty slut.
He rolled his teeth over the tip, making Lem gasp. His boy’s legs spread open wider, too, though. Bel settled between them, rubbing his cock along his boy’s body, nudging the plug inside his sub’s tiny, stuffed hole. Lem arched up against him, whimpering as he searched blindly for more sensation. Bel was more than willing to offer it.
This is your new life. If you submit, you’ll fly.
He watched Lem’s face, waiting for his boy’s response. What he read was fear and shame and a horrified curiosity. That would change. He had faith.
He bent back to his task, taking Lem’s right nipple into his mouth and worrying it with his teeth.
“Please. Please.”
He loved the way Lem begged. He loved that little edge in Lem’s tone from not wanting to, but being so desperate, he had to.
“Call me your master, and I’ll bite again.”
“Master!”
He brought his teeth together hard, exulting in that word from Lem. Yes, and fucking yes. Lem screamed, and Bel backed off, sucking the sore nips into the suction cups, letting them pull the tiny bits of flesh into the rubber. Once done, he slid his hands down to rub across Lem’s belly, enjoying the play of muscles against his fingertips. He flicked Lem’s plugged cock, nudged the filled hole. He did it again, then again, loving the way Lem bucked up against him, rubbing along his skin.
Needy sub.
He chuckled, then nudged the suction cups. “You will wear these a bit every day, to make these little bits swell.”
Lem whimpered and moved faster.
“You see? I’ve got you covered.” He smiled, pure satisfaction driving him. “I’m going to fuck you, fill you with my seed, and then plug your pretty little hole.” He pulled the plug from his boy, slicked up his fingers, and pushed a couple into Len’s little hole, groaning as he was reminded how tight it was. “Sweet little hole. So hungry.”
Lem’s only verbal response was a whimper. It as good enough. He pushed another finger in, spreading all three wide and fucking Lem with them.
“Look at you, spread wide. Does it burn? Can you feel me?”
Lem just stared at him. So he pushed deeper, finding Lem’s gland. His boy bucked and cried out for him.
“Tell me what you feel.”
“You! I feel you!”
“Good answer, boy.” He pressed his fingers deeper still, moving them around and searching to bring Lem as much sensation and pleasure as he could. With the penis plug in, that orgasm that Lem wanted would be hard to come by. And he could torture his boy with pleasure for a very long time.
He finally pulled his fingers out, and worked his cock in, slamming in to the root, making Lem take every inch.
“Feel me, boy. Feel me deep inside you. Owning you. Taking you. Having you.” He leaned down, held Lem’s gaze. “I needed to have you.”
Then he took a kiss, taking Lem’s mouth as hard as he was taking his boy’s ass. Lem opened to him, kissing him back, tongue touching his so carefully. Oh, yes. Yes. The small touch, voluntarily given, made him want to scream with triumph. He pushed his hips faster, filling Lem over and over. He vowed to give Lem everything he needed to become a whole demon. To become happy and fulfilled.
Wrapping his hand around Lem’s cock, he squeezed, knowing it would move the plug about inside Lem. “You can come, you know. Oh, not with actual spunk but with your pleasure. Your orgasm will be trapped, caught inside you.”
Lem whimpered, but Bel kept thrusting, kept moving into him like he wasn’t ever going to stop. He jacked Lem’s cock, making his boy feel it, refusing to let Lem forget that his cock head wa
s stuffed.
Then he found Lem’s gland with his cock, hitting it with every thrust in. “Come for me, boy. Let the pleasure fill you and have nowhere to escape.”
“You ask the impossible!”
He nodded. “Yes. Yes, I do. And you’ll give it to me, too.”
That was what they offered to one another. Impossibility.
He fucked and stroked, urging Lem toward a dry orgasm. Lem shook his head, entire body caught up in the fight.
“Yes. There is no denying me, boy.” He pushed Lem’s legs up and back, rolling the sweet ass up so he sank in even deeper.
The black cups on Lem’s nipples shook and bobbed, tugged with every thrust.
“I’m not going to stop until you come.” It was a promise.
“You… you’ll get tired.”
He swatted Lem’s hip. “Call me Master.”
Lem started at him like he’d lost his mind.
He spanked again. “Do it!”
“Master!”
“And no, I won’t get tired. I was made for this, made for fucking you.” For loving you.
He wanted nothing more than to love Lem.
He redoubled his efforts, pushing into Lem’s gland with every thrust, his fingers manipulating the plug. Lem began to beg, soft incoherent sounds filling the air. Bel hardened his heart, refusing to take out the penis plug. This was an important lesson that his boy needed to learn.
“Only once you dry come for me, boy. Only then.”
“I don’t know how!”
“Stop fighting it. Just. Let. Go.”
He met his boy’s gaze, head on, willing Lem to submit, to hear him. Then he increased his movements, the strength of them growing exponentially as well.
Come on, boy. Do it. Do it because I said so.
Master. The word resonated in him, rocked through him.
“Yes! Yes!” He nodded, Lem’s pleasure moving through him, buzzing throughout him like a thousand bees.
When Lem screamed, he came, the hot liquid fountaining up from his cock, filling his boy up, marking Lem deep within. He pushed a few more times, He loved being able to touch, to do all the things he’d dreamed of. And this was only the beginning. He slowed his movements and collapsed onto Lem’s sweet body, still buried deep inside.