by Sean Michael
“I could bite you.”
“You won’t.” Bel sounded so damn sure.
He hated to admit it, but that confidence was arousing.
“You want my prick. You want to taste me. You need it. I’ll have access to your horns, and you’ll love it.”
He opened his mouth without even meaning to, but it wasn’t to say no, or even yes. Or screw you. He opened it for Bel’s cock. He did want to taste it.
“Good boy.”
The words made him want to scream, but… he didn’t. He kept his mouth open, all but begging for that thick cock. He shouldn’t want it. He wasn’t a pleasure slave. But he did. Fuck, he really did. Humming, Bel painted his lips with the tip of his cock, leaving a wet trail of pre-come behind. He could feel Bel’s pleasure like a drug, buzzing at the back of his brain, channelling his magic.
“You’ve got such a pretty mouth. I can’t wait to take it. To sink my cock into it and fuck your face. You’re going to make it so good, aren’t you? Gonna make it so good for me.”
He sucked in a wild breath, but before he could answer, the heavy cock slid into his lips, filling him up. The cockhead filled his mouth, sliding along his tongue. Then it pushed deeper, rubbing along the roof of his mouth. He began to suck, to pull steadily, his head beginning to bob instinctively. The heat and silkiness of Bel’s cock were the best things he’d ever had in his mouth. The salty liquid that dripped from the tip drove every other flavour out of him.
Bel whimpered softly and pushed in, filling his lips, pushing into his throat. The powerful hips moved, driving Bel’s cock in deeper, Bel setting a pace he couldn’t dream of keeping up with, though he tried. As soon as Bel found his rhythm, those hands found his horns, pinching them hard. The sensations that shot through him were incredible, like lightning along his spine. It felt like Bel had pegged his gland.
Bel grinned from above him. “It will get more intense, more wild. More.”
No. No, it couldn’t.
“It will. You’ll see. I’ve been right about everything so far. Right about you.”
Bel moved faster, filling his mouth while clever fingers rubbed his horns enthusiastically. They pinched and tugged, the sensation on his bald scalp near unbearable.
“Fuck. This feels amazing. Your mouth is its own kind of heaven, boy. An addiction of the best kind.”
Bel leaned forward, pressed deeper, and he took it, opening wide and pulling hard. Bel fucked his mouth enthusiastically, groaning with his pleasure. He gripped the chains, desperate to touch himself, to grab his cock and tug hard, take himself over the edge.
Never again, boy. Only at my will.
Bel couldn’t mean that.
But I do. That’s my cock now, and only I get to touch it, get to command it.
Bel grabbed onto both horns, pushing forward and slamming into his throat. He swallowed furiously, his gaze trapped by Bel’s golden, glowing eyes.
“Soon,” Bel promised him. “You’ll be able to taste me. Swallow me down whole. Your soul craves it, craves me. Then I’ll reward you, decorate your cock, fill your needy ass.”
He pulled harder, wanting that, almost desperately, damn it.
“Give into it, boy. Accept it. You know you want it.”
The caress to his horns made him cry out, his hips fucking the air.
“Yes!” Bel rode his mouth like he was a prize pony, taking it, owning it.
And he loved every second of it. He didn’t want it to end.
“Can’t help it. Soon.”
He clamped his lips around Bel’s cock and sent a shot of pure energy down the shaft. Bel shouted for him, the sound ringing out and echoing around the room, as salty heat shot down his throat, Bel filling him with his come.
As the pulses inside him eased, Bel groaned. “That was cheating.”
Maybe, but he’d gotten what he needed, what he craved.
“Sweet, greedy little slut.” Bel began to pull out, but he sucked harder, trying to keep the thick cock in his mouth. “Topping from below.”
His answer was to suck harder.
Bel chuckled and pulled out, tapping his cheek. “You don’t get to choose how this goes. I do. Remember who is the master here. You’re my sweet, needy sub.”
Sweet? Needy? Him?
Bel chuckled softly, reaching back to flick the suction cup on his right nipple and making it ache. “Now that you’ve fed from me, it’s time to decorate that pretty cock and those lovely balls.”
He shook his head, a moan escaping him. No piercings. No rings.
“Like I said, I’m the master here, and you’re the pleasure demon. What I say goes. That’s how this works. Which you know well.”
“I --”
“Shh. Quiet boy. You’ll wear my rings.”
For some reason, being shushed and the order relaxed him, eased him somewhere deep inside. He didn’t want to examine that too deeply.
Bel stood up and began to prop his legs up on pillows before binding them, his groin and his hole totally exposed. Bel patted his cock, his balls, and then his hole, touching them like he owned them.
I do own them. I own you.
He shook his head, but Bel simply snorted, then flicked the tip of his cock, making it sting.
“Right here is where I’m going to pierce your cock. Right at the tip.” Bel pinched the spot, fingernail digging in. “Then I’m going to put in a ladder down the shaft, down your sac, behind your balls.”
So much metal, so many piercings. He swallowed hard.
“You’re going to be beautiful for me.” Bel chuckled softly. “You’re becoming for me.”
“Becoming what?”
“Perfect.”
Bel rubbed his horns again, the pleasure shooting all through him.
“Isn’t it better like this, Lem-love?”
“Stop it.” He blinked slowly, beginning to fuck the air again.
“Look at you, loving every second of this, no matter how you pretend to hate it.” Bel stroked his horns a few more times then touched his cock, fingers pushing in where the suggested piercings would be. “I’ve done this before. I won’t harm my gorgeous cock.”
“My cock,” he argued.
“No. This is mine. All of you is mine. You are Lem now and mine, from horns to hooves.”
“Lem is an ugly name!”
“What are you talking about? Horatio is an ugly name. It’s a stupid name. Lem is a wonderful demon’s name.”
“It isn’t. It’s a fine name.” His head was beginning to throb again.
“I’m not arguing with you, boy. I’m going to get the piercing equipment. I won’t trust anyone else with your cock.” Bel went and grabbed what he needed before returning to his side. “It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful boy.” Bel pinched the tip of his cock.
Lem tried to close his legs, but he couldn’t. He was well bound.
Bel chuckled. “There’s nowhere to escape, boy. You’re well and truly hooked. I can’t have you moving and hurting yourself accidentally.” Bel stroked his cock. “It’s such a pretty cock. The only pain you will have will be from the piercing itself.”
He willed himself to go flaccid, to pull his balls up into his body. His fucking cock wouldn’t obey, though, the traitor.
“You want this. You’re made for this, boy. After we’re done, I’ll fill you up.”
He shook his head, but it was what he wanted. He licked his lips. “Please.”
Bel beamed at him. “I think rings, not barbells. Pretty ones. I’ve got gold, white gold, black gold, rose gold, and blue gold. I’ll move them from light to dark. It’ll be amazing.” Bel’s words made his head spin, and he squeezed his eyes closed. “Now, should I start with light at the tip, or dark?”
He didn’t reply.
“What? No opinion?”
“No.” He couldn’t imagine.
“Then I’ll think we’ll go light to dark, top to bottom. The deep red of your slit will look lovely with the lightest ring.”
; The things Bel said. Shocking. Arousing. He groaned, and Bel pinched his cockhead.
“We’re going to love it.”
He hid his face in his upper arm, panting as he listened to the sounds of his imminent piercings.
“I want you to watch, Lem.”
“You ask too much!”
“No, I ask a lot, but not too much.” Bel pinched the tip of his cock again. “You will watch. You will.”
A surge of magic flooded him, and his eyes popped open, the rush easing him.
“That’s better.” Bel kissed the tip of his cock. “Okay. We’re going now. You’re watching, hmm?”
Then there was a burn, a tug, and a ring rested in his flesh. It was almost anticlimactic, how quickly and almost painless it was.
“The others will be easier, until the guiche. That one is heavy. It’ll ache.”
The others. The guiche. Heavy. The words echoed, even though he knew it wasn’t that painful now that he’d had the first one.
“I never thought that you’d be a stoic boy, not after the way you chattered at me.”
He wasn’t sure what to make of that, so he just stayed quiet. He did glare for good measure.
“It’s true. You are a chatterbox, on and on, especially when you’re nervous.”
“What do you want me to say? You’re putting metal in my cock!”
“My cock.”
“What?”
“I’m putting metal in my cock. It belongs to me, remember?”
“It’s mine.”
“No. You’ll never be able to stroke it off again. You’ll never shoot without my blessing. You wear my rings.” Bel sounded so sure. Bel looked so sure. He could feel Bel’s surety like solid steel inside him. “I’ve wanted you to be mine for eons.”
That made him feel… incredible. Bel was an amazing demon, that Bel would want him so badly…
Bel met his eyes, held his gaze. “That’s right, boy.”
He wanted to preen. He didn’t, though, because he wasn’t a little pleasure slave. He wasn’t. No matter what was going into his cock.
“No. You’re my pleasure slave. Mine and mine alone.”
“Stop doing that,” he demanded.
“Never.”
“You are so frustrating.” He glared again, trying not to pant.
“You are so sensual. So fine.”
He shook his head. That was cheating, complimenting him, confusing him. “I’m handsome. A stud. Strong.”
“You’re beautiful, Lem. My stunning submissive.”
He preened, even as he tried to growl.
“Time for the next rings.”
He didn’t even have to be told to watch this time, his gaze going automatically down to watch. Seven more rings went in -- three along his shaft, one where cock met balls, then three on his sac. But the seventh, he was sweating, moaning softly.
“You’re doing amazing, Lem. All that’s left is the guiche. I’m even going to give you permission to come with this one.”
“I won’t.”
“You will.”
“I won’t.”
“You will because I said so.”
Then Bel pierced his perineum, the guiche dragging through his skin, pulling at him. He shook his head, his nerves on high alert. Bel patted the piercing, then sprayed all the piercings with something that was cold, shocking, but wonderful all at the same time. He bit out a curse, which got the ring at the tip of his cock twisted.
“No more cursing from you, Lem. It’s beneath you.”
“I’m at the bottom of the food chain now, aren’t I?”
“Absolutely not. You’re my own personal pleasure demon. You are second only to me here in my home.” Bel’s grin was evil, wicked. “But that does mean that my will is your command.”
The temptation to stick his tongue out at Bel was huge.
Vast.
Incredible.
“If you want the spanking you obviously need so badly, go ahead and do it,” Bel suggested, still looking wicked as fuck.
“Fuck you. I let you pierce my cock.” Please, Bel. I ache inside.
“Easy, boy. I’ve got you.” Bel fiddled with his bindings, then turned him over onto his stomach, manhandling him easily. Fucking muscle bound prick. “Your fucking muscle bound prick, boy. All yours. For eternity.”
Yes.
“And don’t you forget it again.” Bel began to spank him, hand coming down on one asscheek, then the other, swatting the ever-loving daylight out of him.
The burn stung at first, and he fought it. But then it became a heat, a steady, implacable pounding that echoed inside him. His piercings all throbbed in time with Bel’s swats, merging into a symphony of sensation with a driving beat.
“There. There, you see. This is what we’re made for, you and me.”
He couldn’t deny it. He’d be damned if he didn’t want it, if this wasn’t the best he’d felt in hundreds of years. Maybe thousands. If he said anything at all, it would have been, “Don’t stop.” He didn’t have words, though, he just had Bel’s hand, the sound of flesh on flesh, and the ache building.
“Going to fuck you soon. Grind against your bruised ass.”
Half of him wanted to beg for that, half of him wanted the spanking to go on. The little voice that said this wasn’t right, that he was a major demon who didn’t get pierced, didn’t get spanked, didn’t get fucked, was getting quieter by the second.
Bel spread his blistered asscheeks and began to work his hidden hole, slapping it over and over, the blows sharp enough that he wanted to scream. Bel’s cock was going to burn everywhere when he pushed in. He couldn’t wait, couldn’t stop himself from pushing back, offering his ass for every hit and for the invasion to come.
“My good boy. Look at you, begging for it.”
The next volley of swats was fierce, and he swore he could feel his hole swelling. It was shocking when Bel pushed two slick fingers into him, the lube cold, both around his hole and inside him. It warmed up quickly, but the initial shock had been huge.
“Oh, I will have to fuck you with ice one day, after heating your hole. You’ll lose your mind.”
Hadn’t he already lost it? He moaned and pushed back more enthusiastically onto Bel’s fingers. Please. He wanted so badly.
“Beg me for my cock, boy. Beg to be fucked, taken.”
He whimpered and shook his head. How could Bel make him do that? The same way Bel had done everything else -- he just did it.
He wanted it, though, and he knew -- he knew -- Bel was only going to give him what he needed if he begged.
“Please.”
“You can do better. My cock deserves better.”
He opened and closed his mouth, Bel’s words shocking him, almost making him sputter. The spanking continued unabated, though, and as hard as Bel hit his ass, or his hole, it was never quite enough. Even with his newly pierced cock rubbing against the soft sheets, it wasn’t enough.
“Damn you to the ninth level of Hell! Fuck me! Do it! Do it now!” He took a deep breath and added, with a more moderate tone, “Please.”
Bel’s chuckles were pure evil, bumping and sliding up along his spine. “Better.”
He panted, sawed his hips, and waited. He waited for Bel to give him what he wanted. What he needed. What he’d fucking begged for. He growled when it didn’t come right away. “Bel…”
“Pushy boy!”
“Only because you’re forcing me to be!” He’d already begged for it. Bel was the one delaying things and pushing him over the edge. Sharp nails dragged over his ass, and Lem screamed. “Master, please! I need you!”
“Good boy.”
Bel slammed into him, cock thick and slick with lubrication, spreading him open so wide. He used the bonds for leverage, driving himself back onto that heavy invasion, screaming for more sensation.
“Pushy,” Bel said again. He didn’t sound upset about it, though, and, more importantly, he didn’t stop slamming into him, filling him up over and ove
r, driving into him and making him need.
Then Bel found his gland, and Lem screamed, the sound ringing out. It was so fucking good, and Bel stayed right there, hitting it over and over again. He couldn’t see anymore, couldn’t hear. All he could do was feel.
Then Bel’s fingers found his horns, and the world went white-hot and empty.
He had no idea how long it lasted because time disappeared. Space disappeared. There was nothing but his master, nothing but Bel and Bel’s will.
When he floated back into his body, he found himself in a deep tub of water, cradled by his master’s arms. He kept his eyes closed and rested against Bel, letting that strength hold him.
Lem had never felt so at peace.
Chapter Eleven
Bel hummed as he took a quick shower before their dinner was delivered. Lem was curled up on the bed, fast asleep, his well-spanked ass in the air. Bel had loved his boy into an incoherent, melted pile of goo. He thought they’d turned a corner. He hoped so. He enjoyed the fight, but he wanted to know they’d moved forward, too.
Turning off the water, he got out of the shower and dried himself off, then headed back into his room, unconcerned about his nakedness. Lem moaned softly in his dreams, and Bel eased them with a thought, the touch easy, simple. They were connected on a deeper level now.
He admired the beautiful limbs, the red ass, the hint of the rings peeking out. All that was missing was a lovely jewel sticking out from that tiny hole, at the end of a good-sized plug. Oh, yes. Next time, he’d be sure to do that before putting his boy to bed. Of course, he could do it now. His boy needed food. Lem had been denying himself sustenance. This would be a perfect way to wake up.
He went to his chest and opened it up, looking through the plugs until he found one exactly how he’d been envisioning it. He grabbed it and lubrication, then climbed onto the bed. He leaned down, dragged his tongue along Lem’s crack, the well-spanked and fucked hole swollen and warm. It tightened for him, so he did it again, humming at the flavour of pure Lem.
Sleeping, Master. Go ‘way.
It made him warm all the way through that Lem’s first instinct while he was sleeping was to call Bel master. He patted Lem’s ass as a reward.