by Sean Michael
Mine.
Stop it. Get out of my head.
Never.
He took a kiss, making it a mental kiss as well and shutting his boy up. Lem opened for him, tentative at first, then more sure. He fucked Lem’s mouth with his tongue, taking it and making it his. Like every part of Lem was.
My name’s Horatio.
He growled and came out of his boy. “The cage it is.” He would leave Lem in it overnight. Hopefully in the morning, his boy would be more willing to consider the truth of his soul.
Chapter Seven
Harmony woke to the sounds of fucking -- skin slapping against skin, moans and cries. Kerr and Ceris were going at it on the huge bed while he was curled up around himself in the little cage on the floor. He was actually growing used to the confines of the cage. At least he was safe here, not being made to learn how to pleasure his… his Master.
He had to admit that Kerr was lovely -- and becoming more and more beautiful every day. Being used and abused seemed to suit the demon.
It wasn’t what he was made for, though. Harmony had worked very hard and sold pieces of his soul to just the right people to become Hell’s latest and greatest fashion designer. Late with one payment. One. Payment.
“Yes! Master Ceris! Please! Harder!” Kerr’s voice filled the room.
Harmony found himself relaxing, eyes growing heavy again. He didn’t understand why Kerr’s voice soothed him so, but it did.
“Needy little slut. You beg to be used.”
“Yes. Yes, Master.”
To Harmony’s horror, his cock began to swell at their words. The gruff Ceris’ and his sweeter Master’s.
Ceris laughed softly, the sound pure wickedness. “Then beg.”
“Please. Please, Master, use me. Take me. Stretch my hole, take me, fill me up.”
Harmony groaned, then slapped his hand over his mouth. That had been out loud!
“Your pet is awake, boy. Listening to us.”
“Yes, Master. Listening to me beg.”
Harmony shook his head, but he knew they couldn’t see it and still he made no sound to deny it. The sound of flesh slapping together made him ache, made him reach down and cup his erection.
Ceris whispered, and a moment later Kerr spoke. “Don’t touch yourself, pet. Or you’ll be punished.”
His eyes flew open. How had Kerr known?
There were more low murmurs, then Kerr asked, “Do you want to watch, pet?”
Harmony froze again. He didn’t want to. He didn’t. Really.
Except maybe he did.
Kerr’s face appeared before him. “I have a lovely place to bind you, stretch you out so you can watch.” Kerr didn’t open the cage door, though, clearly waiting for him to express his interest.
He opened and closed his mouth, but no words would come out. He couldn’t just say it, could he?
Kerr nodded his head, and Harmony repeated the motion.
“Good, boy!” Now Kerr opened his cage. “Out you come.”
He uncurled himself, and Kerr reached for him, massaging his arms and legs, petting him and praising him. And he found himself revelling in the touches, wanting more. He didn’t know what was wrong with him.
“There. There. You can stretch out for a bit, and I’ll keep the bonds loose.”
So good to him. Harmony liked Kerr very much. And so much more than he liked Master Ceris.
“Soon I will want you to mount him on the wall by a phallus, boy.”
“Yes, Master. Soon.”
Harmony whimpered, eyes closing tight.
Ceris chuckled. “Make short work of binding him, boy. I have need of your ass.”
“Don’t worry. I will help you learn the joy of being filled, pet, as soon as you’re ready.” Kerr stroked his face, the touch achingly gentle.
He opened his eyes and looked into Kerr’s face. Those eyes were so kind. He nuzzled into Kerr’s touch.
“Come. Master Ceris needs me. The bonds are comfortable, padded.”
Kerr led him to the wall, the chains dangling there, waiting to be used. Harmony swallowed and looked at Kerr, but he knew well enough now not to beg. Even if Kerr were inclined to give in to him, Master Ceris would never allow it.
“Hands up, please.” Kerr didn’t look the slightest bit hesitant.
Harmony swallowed and silently cursed his unluckiness. Then he slowly raised his hands.
“Such a very good boy.” Kerr hummed and nuzzled his cheek, wrapping the first cuff around his wrist.
He whimpered and moved his head forward, chasing that sweet touch. Kerr kissed him, tongue teasing into his lips as his second wrist was trapped. He found himself opening his mouth for Kerr, an invitation to deepen the kiss. The connection was luscious, the care so evident, so rich.
He had to think that it wasn’t so bad, belonging to this man. Then he reminded himself that he didn’t belong to Kerr at all. They both belonged to Master Ceris, who himself belonged to the demon in whose debt he had been.
Still, Kerr was the one who was there, touching him. His cock was hard from the touches, rising up toward his belly, trying to get Kerr’s attention.
“Oh, look at your lovely cock. Master Ceris, he needs beautifully.”
Master Ceris leaned up onto one elbow, looking at him. Harmony kept his gaze on Kerr and prayed Master Ceris didn’t find fault with him.
“He does. You’re doing a good job with him, boy.”
“Thank you, Master. Thank you.”
Harmony told himself that Kerr’s happy expression was because of him, because Master Ceris had praised Kerr because of his need. It was a stretch, but he was holding to it. Kerr stroked his cock, base to tip, just once. Harmony whimpered.
“Oh, please, Sir. More?” He wanted to feel that again. He was here, hanging off the wall, if he could at least get some pleasure from it…
“Master Ceris?”
“It’s your decision, boy. Do you think he deserves it?”
“Yes. Yes, one more, sweet pet. One more.”
Harmony shuddered and moaned as Kerr gave him one more stroke, a long, slow glide of his hand. “Yes. Thank you. Thank you, master.”
“Such a good pet.” Kerr bent forward and kissed the tip, swiped his tongue across once.
Harmony whimpered, wondering how he could get more, but Kerr was already turning back to Master Ceris, giving Harmony a great view of Kerr’s sweet ass. Taut and round, it made his mouth dry, made him want to sink into Kerr. Harmony groaned. He’d never had feelings like this before. Never. What was wrong with him?
“Lean over the bed, boy. I want your pet to watch every second.”
Harmony swallowed. He’d like to say he’d close his eyes or not watch, but he knew very well that he would. He couldn’t wait to, in fact. He was fascinated by the curve of Kerr’s ass.
“You ready for me, boy?” Ceris asked. Before Kerr could answer, Ceris pushed that enormous cock into him.
Harmony didn’t understand how Kerr could take something so big, how Kerr could arch and moan and push back. How Kerr could beg for it. But those begging sounds, they made Harmony harder, they made him want to moan himself.
Ceris gave Kerr no quarter, slamming into the tiny hole, over and over, all the way to the root. It felt like Harmony’s cock jerked every time Ceris’ cock pushed into Kerr. Ceris pulled out, slapped Kerr’s ass with the heavy club of a cock, right in the crease.
Harmony whimpered.
“You like that, pet?” Ceris asked him. “You wish it was your crack getting cock-whipped?”
Harmony shook his head.
“Liar.” Ceris popped Kerr’s ass hard, leaving a handprint. “Lying gets your master punishment.”
“I’m sorry, master! I didn’t mean to!” And how did Ceris know he’d been lying anyway?
“No lying, pet.”
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry.”
Ceris swatted Kerr’s ass four more times, and Harmony whimpered, whispering, “I’m sorry,” with each one.<
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Ceris pushed back inside Kerr, pulling Harmony’s master almost up off the bed. It looked rough and brutal, but Kerr looked blissful, face a study in pleasure.
“When I’m done, I’ll plug you, fill you until you walk bowlegged.”
Kerr nodded. “Yes, Master Ceris, please.”
“Then I’ll bind your cock, fill it, too, and let your pet watch.” Ceris chuckled softly. “Perhaps I’ll fuck your slit with sounds until he shoots from watching. How big do you think you can take?”
“As big as you want me to take, Master.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Ceris pounded into Kerr, ever faster, ever harder.
Harmony began to cry out with each thrust into his master’s body. He swore he could smell Kerr’s need, the sweat on Kerr’s skin. His cock began leaking, responding to Kerr’s obvious enjoyment. Ceris roared and stilled, the sound ringing through the room, punctuated by Kerr’s tiny little cries of need.
Harmony couldn’t catch his breath, each one panting from him as he watched them reach their climax and go over.
Ceris pulled Kerr up against him, still pierced by the heavy cock. “You shot without permission again, boy.”
“Oh, dear, Master. You’re going to have to punish me.” Kerr rubbed like a cat against Ceris’ body.
“Little slut. You were abused too long.”
“Yes, Master.”
“You were left alone to rot when you should be well-used.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I’m using you well, aren’t I, boy? Aren’t I making all your dreams come true?”
“Yes, Master!”
“You’ll learn how to hold your orgasms back until my command. In the meantime, you’ll love your punishment.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you.” Kerr’s cheeks were flushed, obviously hot.
“What do you think? A spanking? A whipping? How do I punish you? What does your pet think?”
“You… you said you were going to fill him,” Harmony whispered.
“Yes? His ass?”
Harmony shook his head. “N-no. You… you said his cock.”
“I’m not sure that’s a punishment, pet, but yes. I will fill him, ass and cock.”
Until he shot. That’s what Ceris had said. Until he shot from watching. And he was. He was watching them very closely as the stood there, his cock erect, like some obscene statue.
Ceris bent Kerr back over, patting the lean ass. “Don’t lose a drop, boy. I’m going to get your plug.”
“Yes, Master.” Every time Kerr said it, he sounded more turned on.
Harmony licked his lips, watching as Kerr squeezed his beautiful ass cheeks together, keeping them tight.
Master Ceris stopped in front of him and showed him an enormous plug. “This is what I’m going to put in his ass, pet. I’m going to shove it in, and he’s going to keep it in all day long.”
His lips parted, a wave of pure shock flooding him. Master Ceris rubbed the metal along his cock, tapped the top of his head with it, and his eyes widened.
“You’ll hurt him,” he whispered. “He’s good.”
“He’s going to love this, pet. He’s going to beg me to leave it in longer than I am.”
How? How could anyone take that?
“Tell him, boy.”
Kerr answered immediately. “Please, Master. Put it in me. Stretch me, make me work for it.”
Insane. Kerr was insane.
Kerr wiggled that sweet ass, and his moan alone had Harmony leaking some more. Master Ceris stalked toward Kerr with the plug of doom.
“Needy boy, do you have a hungry hole?”
“Yes, Master. I need it.”
Harmony wanted to cross his legs when he saw Master Ceris began to feed it into Kerr’s ass.
“Don’t look away, pet. I want you to watch.”
Harmony didn’t think he could look away. His eyes felt like they were stuck in their sockets, staring, bulging. Master Ceris kept pushing the huge plug into Kerr’s ass, the big thing disappearing into Kerr’s tiny hole bit by bit. Every so often, Master Ceris would back off, then press back in again. Kerr moaned constantly, body moving, pushing into the invasion. He wasn’t faking it. Kerr was absolutely into this.
Harmony could scarcely believe it, but he was impressed. And more than a little turned on, his cock still as hard as nails.
When Ceris got to the widest spot, he stopped, held it there, and traced the swollen, stretched hole. Kerr keened and arched, thighs trembling, and Harmony held his breath.
“Do you want more, boy?” Ceris asked.
“Yes, Master. Yes, please. As much as you will give me.”
“I knew you’d say that.” Master Ceris pushed more into Kerr, and the keening from earlier returned, got louder.
“He’ll split!” Harmony warned.
“I won’t, pet.”
Harmony shook his head and bit his bottom lip. He didn’t want to watch this, but he couldn’t look away. The huge plug popped in, and Kerr moaned, hips fucking the air randomly. Master Ceris patted Kerr’s ass.
“You’ll wear that until tonight.”
“Y-yes. Yes, Master.”
Harmony whimpered, and Master Ceris stalked back toward him.
“You have something to say, pet?”
He shook his head.
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t want you to hurt him!” Kerr was the only one who had shown him any kindness in so long.
“Boy, does it hurt?”
“It’s heavy, full.” Kerr stood, showing off a turgid, needy cock.
Harmony was shocked by this further proof of how much Kerr wanted it. But there was no denying it. “I don’t understand.”
“I don’t know how to explain it,” Kerr said. “I was made for this.”
“And it doesn’t hurt?” That was important to him.
“No. I mean, it burns, aches, so good.”
“Burns and good don’t go together…” Did they? Harmony couldn’t deny the look on Kerr’s face.
“You will learn.” Ceris smiled, huge horns gleaming in the light.
What if he didn’t want to learn?
Given that he was chained to the wall, he didn’t think he had much of a choice.
“Right now, I have a submissive to train. He’ll deal with your training, later.” Master Ceris swatted Kerr’s ass as he walked by, heading for a wooden chair, which he placed in from of Harmony. Then Ceris brought another chair, this one padded, and faced it with the wooden one.
“W-w-what are you doing?” Harmony wasn’t sure he was going to like this.
“You’re going to watch. I’ve explained -- I’m going to fill this needy cock with different plugs and sounds until you shoot.” Ceris smiled, teeth bared. “The hard wooden chair will feel intense against the bump at the base of that plug.”
Harmony gasped. “I’m sorry, Master!”
“I’m not.” Kerr got up and walked to Master Ceris, ass swaying.
“No. No, you’re not. Slut.” Ceris reached up and began to stroke Kerr’s horns. They were small, sharp, and barely curved.
Kerr bucked and pushed against Master Ceris, rubbing like a cat.
“See how much he needs it? See how badly he aches?”
Surprising as it might be, it was undeniable that Kerr wanted this, loved everything Master Ceris was putting him through. It made no sense. None at all. He had no choice but to watch, they were right there, right there in front of him. The scent of male need was surprisingly heady, making his mouth water.
Kerr sat down gingerly, moaning as his ass hit the hard wood of the chair. It only took seconds before Kerr was rocking, riding up and down, sliding against the seat.
“My sweet slut.” Master Ceris laughed and sat on the chair with the padding. He had a box with him, and when he opened it, it proved to be full of long metal wands. “These are called sounds, pet. See how some are ridged? Some are tiny? Some are thick?”
“Uh-huh.” Harmony’
s mouth had gone dry.
“Some vibrate. Some are cone-shaped.”
He shook his head. “No. No, that doesn’t make sense. It wouldn’t fit.”
“He’ll stretch.”
“Why would you want that to stretch?”
Kerr gave him one of those blissful smiles. “Because it hurts so good.”
“Because he needs the sensation, the pressure. Because he needs me to push him, force him.”
“I do. Please, Master. I need it.”
Harmony whimpered at the sound of need in Kerr’s voice.
“You’ll have it. Sit back and be patient.”
“Yes, Master.” Kerr sat back and rocked from side to side, making little noises.
Master Ceris chuckled. “Stop that, boy. I won’t fill your cock until you’re still.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you.” Kerr still didn’t stop, though he did slow slightly.
“Boy,” growled Master Ceris. “Stop moving. Now.”
Kerr stopped, panting softly, sweat sheening him.
“That’s better.” Master Ceris smacked Kerr’s cock, and Harmony jerked as if it had been done to him.
Kerr didn’t close his thighs, though. No, he kept himself open. “Please, Master.”
“Such a wanton slut.” Master Ceris chose a sound, the thing twisted all the way down.
“Please don’t damage him,” Harmony begged.
Both Master Ceris and Kerr turned to look at him, twin expressions of surprise on their faces.
“I can’t. He’s a pleasure demon.”
Kerr nodded, head bobbing like crazy. “It was what I was made for. Nothing Master Ceris does will damage me.”
“Except for ignore you. That was the crime being committed against him.”
“But I’m not a pleasure demon,” Harmony whispered.
Master Ceris laughed and patted his cock, none too gently. “Of course you are. That’s why you found your way here. You’re Kerr’s reward for surviving his long drought.”
“I’m an artist,” Harmony insisted, though he didn’t feel a lot of power in his voice. Even he could hear his lack of conviction.
“You can be an artist and my pet. You can find your place.”
He looked to Kerr, so happy this one was his master and not Ceris. He said a little prayer to the council of demons, too, for it.