Once You Go Demon, Book 1

by Sean Michael

  “Of course you didn’t, pet. That’s why I’m here.”

  “You won’t let Master Ceris hurt me?” That’s what he was most afraid of now. Master Ceris played hard, pushed so much.

  “Master Ceris will do his job. If you obey, you will find pleasure.”

  He sighed. “Yes, Master.” He would obey because he didn’t want his master to be punished for something he’d done.

  “Shh. Right now, just touch me. We’ll be together.”

  “Yes, Master.” That he could get behind, he could celebrate. Lifting his head for a kiss, he reached out to touch one of Kerr’s pretty little nipples. They drew up like they were begging a touch.

  As Kerr’s mouth descended onto his, he pinched one of the nipples lightly between his fingers, then stroked it, finger flicking back and forth across it. Kerr reached up, to stroke his horns, tease him. It made him whimper and press close, gasping into their kiss. Kerr did the most incredible things to him. Kerr’s laughter tasted like heaven.

  Did they have sex in heaven? It felt so good, Harmony thought they must.

  Kerr laughed again, the sound soft, sweet.

  Harmony touched Kerr’s nipples, both at the same time, searching to make Kerr feel good, happy.

  “Good. You can explore. I like a firm touch.”

  “Firm?” He pushed Kerr’s nipples in.

  “Yes.” Kerr wiggled and touched his nipples, echoing the touch.

  He flicked his fingers back and forth across Kerr’s nipples, moaning when Kerr copied him again. Taking a deep breath, he dared to pinch, even though he figured Kerr was going to pinch his nipples, too.

  It happened, but instead of being awful, it was a sharp, bright, lovely sensation. He gasped softly and pinched Kerr’s nips again. Kerr matched every touch, and it was amazing, letting him almost make love to himself through Kerr. He dragged his fingers down to Kerr’s belly.

  “I like this game, pet.” Kerr touched his abs.

  He was breathless as he gasped, and he nodded. “Yes. Yes, please.”

  “Sweet pet. More?”

  Nodding, he moved his hand down farther, brushing the top of Kerr’s cock.

  Kerr stroked the super-sensitive tip of his in return.

  Whimpering, he wrapped his hand around Kerr’s cock, stroking gently.

  “Needy needy. Again, hmm?” Kerr stroked him, making his eyes cross.

  “Yes. Oh, yes, please.” He bucked, trying to get more.

  No matter what he did, though, Kerr only matched his motions.

  Groaning, he squeezed Kerr’s cock and began to run his hand along the shaft. When Kerr matched his motions, his shoulders curled and his fingers squeezed. Kerr copied that motion, too, and he liked it so much, he tightened his hand some more. Then he ran his thumb across the tip of Kerr’s cock, rubbing in the pre-come that sat on Kerr’s slit.

  His heart slammed against his ribs, the pressure in his body building quickly. It was exciting and kind of scary, but he knew Kerr wasn’t going to hurt him. In fact, he believed Kerr intended to take exceptional care of him.

  “I want… I want to feel you inside me,” he admitted, lifting his lashes to look into Kerr’s face.

  “Do you? Perhaps we should start small -- fingers, a tiny plug.”

  “Whatever you think is best, Master.” He would do anything Kerr wanted.

  “I’d like to take my time.” Kerr cupped his ass, fingers stroking his hole. “I’d like you to need my touch. Crave it.”

  He swallowed and nodded vigorously. He was petty sure he already craved Master Kerr’s touch, but he was willing to see if it got better. More. Whatever.

  “How does this feel, pet? Do you like this?” Master Kerr touched his hole with a single, warm finger. The touch was gentle. Almost magical.

  “I do, Master.” He probably would have said yes no matter what, but it was an honest answer this time.

  “Good. You’re soft here, so delicate.”

  “It’s a private spot, always covered.” And now Master Kerr was touching him there. And he was enjoying it.

  “So much possibility for pleasure, though.”

  “Yes, Master. Pleasure I had never considered before.” Now he could see the potential for so many touches, so many good things.

  Kerr nuzzled his ear, lips soft. “It’s so nice to find yourself.”

  “Is that what’s happening? I thought you were finding me.”

  “Maybe we can find each other. Things have changed for me, more than you can understand.”

  “Are you happy?” Harmony asked. It seemed very important.

  “I’ve never been so happy. Never. I’m finally getting what I need.”

  On impulse, he hugged Kerr tight. “I’m so happy for you, Master.”

  “I’m happy for us. I know you’re adjusting, but you can have your true life.”

  He didn’t care anymore that this wasn’t what he’d planned. Belonging to Master Kerr seemed so right. “Should I touch you back, Master?” He wanted his master to feel as good as he did.

  “You should. I enjoy your touches. They make me smile.”

  “I want to do more than make you smile, Master.” He wanted to make his Master come.

  “Oh? Clever pet.”

  He beamed, the praise warming him through. “Show me more, Master? So I can bring you pleasure.”

  “Would you like to feel something new?”

  He took a breath and swallowed hard, then nodded. “Yes, please, Master.”

  “Okay, trust me. Hmm?” Kerr touched his thighs, spreading them, encouraging his knees to draw up.

  He licked his lips, feeling exposed. But he did trust Master Kerr. He really did.

  “I will not hurt you.” Kerr swooped down, then the long tongue dragged over his hole.

  “Master!” He shouted, a long shudder moving through him.

  A soft chuckle puffed breath over his hole, then another lick touched him.

  “Master. Oh, Master. Please.” He didn’t even know what he was begging for, only that he couldn’t keep quiet.

  “Yes, Pet. As much as you need.”

  The soft laps were so hot, and suddenly, he couldn’t breathe. He managed to keen, but then he had no breath to make sounds with. He beat his hands and feet on the mattress. The pleasure, though, never faltered, never ceased, not a bit. He thought he was going to go insane. There was no way to escape the pleasure, and it was enormous. Maybe too big. When Kerr cupped his balls, rolled them, tugged them, he couldn’t contain the pleasure any longer. He came, shooting over his belly, hot and wet and sticky.

  “Oh, Master. I’m sorry.” Which he only sort of was. He was sorry he hadn’t had permission, but he wasn’t sorry he’d enjoyed what Kerr had done.

  “Are you really?” Kerr nuzzled the tip of his cock.

  “For disobeying you, yes, I’m sorry about that.”

  “I didn’t tell you not to come, did I?”

  “But aren’t I supposed to wait until you tell me I can?” Wasn’t that how it worked?

  “If I say you should, do.”

  “Oh… and you didn’t say.” He beamed. “Cool.”

  “You are. A good pet.”

  “Thank you, Master. I want to be.”

  “That’s the first step, isn’t it?”

  “I guess?” He didn’t know. He was new to all this. He cuddled into Master Kerr, nuzzling.

  “Let’s assume it is.”

  “Yes, Sir. Can I give you a kiss, Master?”

  “I would like that, very much.”

  He leaned in, bringing their mouths together and rubbing their lips. So soft and warm, he loved how Master Kerr’s mouth felt against his.

  “Such a very good pet.” Master Kerr petted his hair, the touch gentle.

  Moaning, he nuzzled into that touch.

  “Rest with me? I don’t love crating my pets. I like company while I sleep.”

  “I would love that, Master.” Harmony couldn’t think of anything he’d like better. W
hile he did find some comfort in the safety of the cage, sleeping with his master would be amazing.

  “I would, too.”

  Harmony snuggled in, feeling better than he had in an age. Maybe even better than when he was working to become the best fashion designer in Hell. Who could have known?

  Chapter Eight

  Kerr had never been happier.

  He slept, his dreams filled with Master Ceris, his arms filled with his pet. It was a beautiful cradle to be caught in.

  And Harmony was turning into a slut for pleasure, revelling in touching and being touched. Kerr was glad. He knew how terrible it could be, not to be used as you were meant to, and Harmony was meant to be a pleasure demon. It was clear.

  At some point in the afternoon, soft hands gently stroked him. “Master Ceris says you both must eat and he will join you for an afternoon meal shortly. I’ve set it up by the hearth.”

  “Mmm. Thank you.” He stretched leisurely, his body feeling heavy and lazy and lovely. His pet was warm against him, moaning softly as he moved and shifting to stay in contact with him.

  “No problem. If you want anything else, just let me know. Ring the bell and I’ll be here.” The lad bobbed his head in a half-bow and scurried out, gauzy pants leaving nothing to the imagination and not hiding the pert bottom at all.

  Pretty, pretty.

  “Come, pet. Master Ceris wishes to share a meal with us. You must wake.”

  Harmony groaned and snuggled in closer. “It feels like heaven, snuggled up against you like this.”

  “Too bad we’re not in heaven, then,” he murmured dryly.

  Harmony popped up, blinking. “I didn’t mean that I’m not happy here, Master.”

  “I know, pet. Relax. Come. I need to dress, and you need to brush your hair.”

  “Will I get clothes, too?” Harmony asked, not seeming very concerned either way. He was truly becoming the pleasure demon he was meant to be.

  “I’ll pull your hair into a tail and give you your pretty collar and cuffs. You’ll look stunning.”

  “Thank you, Master. Thank you.” Harmony nuzzled against him.

  “You’re welcome, pet.” He took a lazy kiss, then swatted the pert ass gently. “Go get all your tangles out.”

  “Yes, Master.” Harmony got up and went over to the vanity, sitting in front of it and working a brush through his hair.

  Kerr could see that Harmony wasn’t looking at himself in the mirror, though. He was looking at Kerr. Kerr shook his hair out and decorated himself with a couple of bracelets and a robe that was just a tease. By the time he was done, Harmony’s long, dark hair had been all brushed out, and Kerr could feel the arousal in his pet’s gaze.

  “Very nice.” He clamped the long mass in four metal tubes, the image quite classic. “Now, your collar and cuffs.”

  “Yes, Master.” Harmony got up and knelt in front of him, head bent, arms held out to him.

  “Mmm. So sweet. I think the green today. There are tiny bells to make music. I do love to decorate you, pretty pet. It’s going to become my favourite pastime.”

  “Whatever pleases you best, Master.” Harmony’s eyes gazed up at him like he’d hung the moon.

  “The green it is.” He eased on the collar, then the wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. “One more, pet. Let’s see that pretty cock.”

  Harmony gasped, but his pet needed no more prompting. Harmony leaned back, grabbing his ankles with his hands, which pushed the lovely, full cock out toward him. What a lovely display.

  “Mmm.” He leaned down and nuzzled, licking a line from base to tip. “Pretty.”

  The beautiful cock jerked for him, a single drop of pre-come beading at the tip like an invitation to sip. He lapped it up before gathering the sweet package with a belled emerald ribbon. Harmony moaned for him, the sound warm and sweet.

  “So good to me, Master.”

  “That’s my job, sweet pet.” He was here to take care.

  “Don’t the two of you look lovely.” Master Ceris stood in the doorway, gaze heavy like a touch, moving over him and Harmony both.

  Harmony immediately lowered his eyes. “Master Ceris.”

  Kerr smiled and moved to the huge demon, greeting him with a bow. “Master.”

  Master Ceris opened his arms, and Kerr flew into them, enjoying the full body hug he got. Then Master Ceris motioned to Harmony. “You too, pet.”

  Harmony wasn’t as quick as he’d been, but his sweet pet came. “Master Ceris. Welcome home.”

  “You’ve been working with him. Very nice, boy.”

  Oh, that praise felt good.

  Master Ceris hugged them both, and it felt warm and safe and sexy. “Let’s eat before we get into anything. I happen to know neither of you have eaten yet today.”

  “We were lost in our dreams, Master. How was your day?”

  “Busy. I can’t complain, but I did want to be spending my time here today with the two of you. I’m going to get spoiled.”

  Kerr would love to spoil this man with attention. “Can I serve you lunch, Master?”

  “Please. And your pet can be our ornamentation.” Master Ceris led them to the benches and the low table. He put Harmony on the bench. “Strike a pose, pet. Let us admire you to best advantage.” Then Master Ceris drew Kerr to another bench, sitting easily.

  Kerr gathered morsels for his master, then delivered it before adjusting his pet to be more comfortable, more able to hold the pose.

  “You’re good with him,” Master Ceris told him, hand sliding along his back to rest against his ass.

  “I try, Master.” He liked peace in his house.

  “Do you like your Master, pet?” Master Ceris asked.

  “Oh, yes, Master. He’s the best.”

  The words made him smile. That felt amazing.

  Master Ceris chuckled. “Good. I’m glad. Maybe one day you won’t be scared of me, hmm, pet?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Kerr set to feeding Ceris, teasing his master with tempting morsels. Ceris ate from his fingers, tongue sliding around them, cleaning them after each and every bite. His focus tightened to his master, his demon’s will.

  Ceris’ hand slid along his arm, fingers dancing on his skin. “Now you should let your pet feed you.”

  “Yes, Master. Pet?” Do me proud.

  “Yes, Master.” Harmony got off the bench and came over, choosing his favourite treat, the figs with goat cheese and bringing it to him. Kneeling, Harmony offered it over.

  “Good boy.” He took the bite, humming happily. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, Master. Would you like more?”

  “Please.”

  Harmony chose the best bites that were left, offering them over one at a time. He shared, feeding bites to Harmony as well.

  “You’re sweet on him, boy,” Master Ceris noted.

  “Yes, Master.” Why deny it?

  “Good. Are you sweet on me, too?”

  He met his master’s eyes. “Yes, Master.”

  He’d never been so happy. Never.

  “Mmm. Good. What about you, pet? How do you feel about me?” Master Ceris asked.

  Harmony’s eyes flew to him, his pet clearly unsure, but it was Master Ceris who answered the unspoken question there.

  “Tell me the truth, pet.”

  “Y-you scare me a little, Master Ceris.”

  “And that was honest, so it was the right answer. You won’t be scared of me forever, pet.”

  “I hope not.” Harmony looked so worried, yet so eager.

  “Come here, pet.”

  His pet glanced at him but went without a word, kneeling in front of Ceris. Ceris put a hand on Harmony’s head, stroking gently over Harmony’s horns, then down along his tail.

  Oh, so lovely. So genuinely fine. Kerr admired them together, warmth building inside him.

  Master Ceris smiled at him. “What would you like to watch, boy? Do you want to watch me tan his pretty little ass? Or have him suck me? Or somethin
g else your heart desires? The choice is yours.”

  “I would love to watch him give you pleasure, Master. His mouth is warm and eager.”

  “Then I want a blow job from you, pet. Make it as good for me as you would for your Master.”

  “Of course, Master Ceris. I’ll do my absolute best.” He leaned back into the cushions, snuggling back with a hug.

  Master Ceris spread his legs wide. Harmony moved in closer and very carefully worked Master Ceris’ cock out of his gauzy pants.

  “Good, pet. He tastes clean, fine, and he’s so large, fat.”

  Harmony nodded, fingers tracing the thick weight of Ceris’ cock. “It’s so big.”

  “Thank you, pet.” Ceris ran his fingers over Harmony’s head again. “You’re doing a good job. Keep going.”

  Kerr knew there was no situation where telling a master how big his cock was could be bad. Leaning in, Harmony touched the tip of his tongue to the tip of Ceris’ cock. His mouth began to water, just watching his Pet lick at their master’s prick.

  “Don’t stop, pet,” Ceris ordered.

  Harmony shook his head, lips rubbing Ceris’ flesh as he did so. Then Harmony opened his lips, the thick cockhead spreading them wide. Harmony moaned softly, and Ceris arched slowly, pressing in deep. The thick cock spread his pet’s lips wider and wider, and when Ceris pulled out, it was shiny with Harmony’s spit.

  “Not bad,” Ceris moaned. “You’ve been working with him.”

  “Yes, Master. He’s gotten quite good at it, hasn’t he?”

  Harmony’s cheeks reddened, but his pet didn’t pull off, just kept working Ceris’ thick meat.

  “He’s charming, gentle, and it’s obvious he loves it.”

  Harmony’s cheeks got even redder if that was possible, but Harmony didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. Kerr could see him swallow, and that was when Master Ceris cried out.

  “Such a good pet. So sweet.” He reached out, stroked his pet’s head.

  Harmony moaned around Master Ceris’ prick, nuzzling into Kerr’s touch as he sucked.

  “You spoil him. Of course, he’s responding beautifully.”

  “I’m training him to the best of my ability, Master.” And Harmony was responding to his gentle hand. His pet was happy, coming into his own. And glaring up at Master Ceris, though it looked like his suction hadn’t slowed any. “Shh, pet. Peace. Everyone is different. Everyone.” Harmony’s eyes closed, and he began to bob his head.