by Sean Michael
Not going anywhere. Pushy boy.
Grinning, he lubed up two fingers and slid them along Lem’s crack. He pressed against that sweet hole, making Lem take him. Lem’s moan echoed through the room, and his boy pushed back, swallowing his fingertips.
“Greedy,” he chuckled. “Hungry little hole. I’m going to feed it well.” He pushed his fingers deeper, loving the way Lem’s body tugged at them, tried to get him even deeper. He pressed on Lem’s ass, encouraging his boy to move with him, to rock into the finger fucking so they were working together.
“Burns.”
“I know.” And it was perfect.
He was going to have to wake his boy up all the time like this. What a wonderful thing to share.
The lube he had would be cold to the touch and would warm slowly, make his boy ache inside. He dipped his fingers into the lube again, then pushed them back into Lem’s ass. His boy gasped, hole gripping at his fingers.
“That’s it, Lem. Show me how much you want my touch. How you crave having me inside you.”
“I’m sleeping.”
“No. You’re submitting.” He swatted Lem gently. “Do as you’re told.”
Lem bucked back and cried out. Bel pushed his fingers in deeper, spread them apart as he pulled them out.
“I have this heavy plug with a jewel at the end. Something for my sweet boy, my precious needy sub.”
Lem moaned but didn’t say no, didn’t freeze up or pull away.
“That’s right. And you’re going to look gorgeous, all decorated for me.” He was going to spend a lot of time decorating his pretty demon. He tapped the sweet ring of muscles. “Hold yourself open for me.”
That earned him a whimper, but Lem reached back and grabbed his asscheeks, holding them apart and completely exposing the sweet hole to him.
“Good boy.” He pressed three fingers in this time, twisting them, pushing in deep.
Lem groaned for him, the sound totally intoxicating. He could listen to Lem make those kinds of noises all day long. He slid the metal plug against his palm and began to press it in alongside his buried fingers. Lem’s noises got louder, his boy beginning to rock, to push against the invasion, taking more in, all but demanding it.
“That’s it, fill yourself. Take it all in.”
Lem rocked harder, grunting and groaning, hands trembling as they held the perfect butt cheeks open. The plug spread Lem, wider and wider, making the ring of muscles stretch. He pulled it almost all the way out again before pushing against the end, giving Lem leverage to help him take it in.
When he got to the widest part, he held the plug still, keeping Lem hanging. Every time Lem tried to move forward to get it off him, or pushed back to try to take more, Bel would move with Lem, keep it right where he wanted it.
Submit, boy. Relax and take what I give you.
“But I want,” Lem whined.
“And you’ll have. But first you have to take it low and slow like I want.”
He tugged the heavy guiche ring, not giving Lem any quarter. A low whimper came from Lem, but he held still, his muscles trembling with the effort to keep from moving.
“My good boy. My sweet good boy. I could eat you alive.”
“That would be awkward.”
He burst out laughing. “Yes, it would, wouldn’t it?” He leaned in and kissed Lem’s ass, his lips lingering on the hot flesh. He dug his teeth in for a moment, scraping, giving Lem more sensations.
“Master!” Lem jerked forward, losing the plug altogether.
He patted Lem’s buttocks, none too gently, and pressed the plug back about an inch or so. “Take it now, boy. Our meal is due to arrive soon.”
Lem drove back, taking it all in. Then he rocked forward, but Bel moved with him, keeping the plug deep. He pushed it a little deeper, turned it, and let it settle inside his boy. Then he patted one ass cheek. Just as pretty as he’d imagined. The bright blue jewel sparkled in the light, almost winking at him. He tapped it, and Lem jerked, whimpered for him.
“Pretty pretty.” This was delicious fun. “Do you want to see?”
“No!”
Bel chuckled. The knock to his door was discreet, quiet. “The food is here. Stay where you are.” He wasn’t interested in sharing his Lem. He went to the door and opened it, taking the tray of food from one of his house servants. “Thank you, boy.”
The little thing bowed and scurried off. Bel chuckled and carried the tray to the bed.
“I know you’re hungry. I know you’ve been refusing your food.”
Lem pinked, but didn’t respond otherwise.
“Sit up, and I’ll feed you.” He opened the domes, breathing deeply at the smell of bacon. There was fruit, pancakes, and waffles, too.
Lem’s stomach snarled like a hellhound, and Bel smiled. That’s what he thought. He waited for his boy to sit, smiling wider when Lem hissed as his ass hit the sheets. Between the blistered skin and the plug, Lem was feeling that. Bel poured some syrup on the pancakes and cut off a corner. Dragging it through the sweet stuff, he offered the forkful to his boy.
Lem opened to him, and that started a fire in the pit of his belly. Bel slipped the pancake in, watching Lem’s mouth, those lips closing over his fork, then his tongue sliding across his lips. Bel groaned, his cock taking definite notice. As soon as his boy was done, Bel needed sucking, no question.
Grabbing a grape, he popped it into his own mouth, then fed another bite of pancake to Lem.
“They’re good.”
“Of course they are. I deserve it.”
“Only the best for our master?” Lem asked.
“Something like that.”
He rocked Lem, loving the little gasp he got.
“Here. Have another bite.” He offered over a piece of bacon this time. Oh, that smelled divine. Good thing he had two hands. He grabbed himself his own piece and munched it happily, loving the touch of smoke in the flavour.
“It’s good. Thank you.”
Master, he prodded.
“Master.” Lem rolled his eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, boy.” He’d hate to have to punish Lem when they were having such a good time. Oh, who was he kidding? He’d love to have to punish his boy.
“I said it, didn’t I?”
“You are such a brat.” He flicked his fingers across the tip of Lem’s cock, knocking the ring.
Lem arched and rocked, and that made Lem move on the plug, which had him bucking and crying out. Every movement caused something else to be stimulated, and Bel chuckled.
“You’re in a bit of a pickle, hmm?”
“It’s your fault!”
“In part. Also partly yours.” He flicked his fingers across Lem’s cock head again, this time grabbing the ring as he went by it, twisting it.
“Not!” Lem arched up into his touch.
“You’re the one who’s writhing on the plug, boy.”
“You put it in me. I blame you.”
“And you love every second of it. It’s not a bad thing to be blamed for.” He was enjoying the Hell out of this game.
Lem sputtered but didn’t deny the accusations. Finally, he said. “I don’t love it as much as you do.”
“No. No, I can’t imagine you do.”
He laughed. “Did you just admit to loving it all?”
“Shut up. More bacon?”
“Nope.” He shook his head. “Not until you tell me how much you love it.”
“Bacon? I adore bacon.”
He swatted Lem’s thigh. “You know that’s not what I meant. Such a huge brat.” And he loved it. Loved it. He dragged Lem up and took a sharp, toothy kiss.
Lem moaned and rubbed against him, trying to take control, or at least trying to steal sensation. He cupped the sweet, heavy pierced cock, rubbing with his thumb. His boy could have sensation, but only what he chose to give. The sooner Lem understood that, the happier Lem would be.
“You can beg for what you want, boy, as much as you want. Doesn’t me
an I’ll give it to you, but you are allowed to grovel as much as you want.”
And the fact was, Bel would always give his boy what he needed. That just wasn’t always going to be what Lem thought he needed. After all, the man had been masquerading as a high demon for years, thinking that was who he was.
He flicked that sweet ring at the tip of Lem’s cock once more, then sat back. “More food is necessary.”
Lem reached for the bacon. He almost growled, but his boy offered the bite to him. Humming happily, he snapped the bacon up, his lips grazing Lem’s fingertips. A pleasure warmth filled his belly, and he fed his boy another bite of pancakes. They traded nibbles back and forth, feeding each other until the tray of food was mostly empty. He was going to have to call for sweets for later. Maybe something decadent and chocolaty.
“Please, Master.”
“You always did have a sweet tooth, didn’t you?” He chucked and reached over to the pad on the side table, quickly typing in an order for the kitchen. “First you need to earn your treat, boy.”
He put the pad down and focused back on his boy. He wanted that beautiful mouth around his prick. He could manipulate those lovely horns, possibly tease and tug Lem’s nipples. He would see how much it would take to get his boy off without a touch to the pretty, ringed cock.
“You ready to pleasure me, boy?” He pulled on Lem’s legs, dragging him down so Lem was lying on the bed.
“I am. You make me… hungry.”
“That’s good because I’m about to feed you.” He straddled his boy’s shoulders, his cock full and eager for the mouth waiting for him. Lem opened up easily, the look in the bright eyes hungry.
His Lem was a cock hound. Lucky, lucky him.
He painted Lem’s lips first, letting his boy feel his heat. “I waited for you, boy, so long. For this to happen. I would have sacrifice anything to have you home.”
Lem cried out, hands like fire on his thighs. He used that opportunity to push into Lem’s mouth, his cock spreading his boy’s lips, and Lem began to suck fiercely, pulling at his prick like a starving man. Groaning, he grabbed onto the headboard and tilted his hips, pressing in deeper. His hands landed on the top of Lem’s head, those tiny nubs right there. He rubbed them slowly, drawing circles with his thumbs as he rocked. He felt Lem’s need grow, felt the urge to please him, to taste him. He sped up, the pleasure beginning to ride him, and Lem took every inch of him like a natural.
“My sweet slut. My beautiful demon boy.” He rubbed harder, playing those little horns like mad. “You were made for this, for pleasure. For need. For me.”
Groaning, he pushed in deeper, his thrusts becoming rougher. He cradled Lem’s head, thumbs pressing in hard on those sensitive nubs. Lem’s cry vibrated all around his cock, feeling incredible, and he arched, his cock sliding into Lem’s throat. His boy swallowed hard and squeezed his tip, making him jerk and push in even harder. And he’d take this eagerness from Lem over any tutored mouth there ever was. Even better than Lem’s mouth was the rush of hunger from his boy’s soul. He revelled in it, sank into it, and let himself drown in it.
Lem swallowed around him, devouring him. He moaned, feeling the need to come building in his balls. He held off, though, wanting to enjoy this blow job as long as he could. His world was tight, solely focused on his boy. Nothing else existed outside of the two of them, and he didn’t want to give that up, not even for an orgasm.
Lem looked up, gaze warm, adoring, happy.
Happy?
Oh, fuck yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Bel humped harder, faster, his joy in his boy building with every passing second.
Have you. Keeping you forever.
Lem’s happiness seemed to increase at his thoughts, the lovely face becoming blissful.
The temptation to push it, to point out that he hadn’t been wrong, was huge, but he resisted. Let them both just enjoy this moment. If Lem balked later, Bel could remind him of it then.
Pay attention! Lem slapped his cock with that wicked tongue.
Brat! I’m right fucking here.
He slammed in, his entire body feeling the rush now. And on the next thrust, he came, his spunk pouring down Lem’s throat. His boy took every drop, draining him dry. And when he was done, Lem just kept sucking, keeping him right there, keeping him hard.
“Someone wants a good fucking,” he noted. And he would be happy to give it, too.
Do I? Little tease.
“Fuck, yes.” And proving it more every second.
Bel pulled out, groaning at the loss of the hot suction. He couldn’t take Lem’s mouth and spank him at the same time, though, more was the pity. Lem moaned, the sound getting loud as Bel flipped his boy. He began to spank Lem’s ass, adding heat to already heated flesh. Every now and then, he’d hit the jewel on the plug, shifting it hard.
“Let me go!”
He chuckled, swatted again. “Never.”
Lem was his, now and for always. Even if Lem really had wanted to be let go, it wouldn’t have happened, and truly, Lem didn’t. Bel swatted again, enjoying the sound of their flesh meeting and the feeling of Lem’s buttcheek as it bounced against his palm.
“You’ve spent too many centuries not being used the way you deserve, boy.” His words punctuated the swats, merged with them. “You need this. You need pain, pleasure, use.”
Lem didn’t try to deny it. Instead, that sweet ass pushed up into each swat, Lem silently begging for it. Bel began to catch the guiche piercing with his fingertips, popping it.
“Master! Oh, God, please! Please!”
“Please what, boy?”
“I don’t know!”
“That’s a start. I know you want more. I know you want to come. So beg me for it.”
“I want to come, please. Please. I need more. I need to move!”
“Not bad. I think you could do better, though.” God, he was having fun teasing his boy.
“Bastard!”
Oh, Lem needed to remember the rules.
He swatted Lem’s ass harder, the flesh so red hot. “Do you want to come or not, boy? Because bad boys are made to wait.”
“Let me go. Burns. Please.”
“You don’t mind the burn, boy. But I know you don’t want me to be unhappy with you. Now beg me again, and maybe I’ll fuck you until you come all over the bed.”
“I need you. I need to come. My balls ache for you.”
“And who am I?” Bel demanded, ceasing the swats and simply rubbing Lem’s burning flesh.
“Mine.”
“Oh, good answer. Not the one I was looking for, but this one totally works.” He was Lem’s as surely as Lem was his. He swooped down and bit Lem’s ass, good and hard. Lem screamed, and the scent of his boy’s come filled the air.
Perfect.
I didn’t give you permission to do that, boy.
Lem moaned. “No fair. You made me.”
“All I did was bite your lovely ass.”
“That did it. All your fault.”
“That’s because you’re easy.” He popped Lem’s ass.
Lem groaned and arched, trying to crawl away.
“No, you don’t get to go anywhere.” He grabbed Lem back, then scored the red ass with his fingernails.
“Burns!” Lem struggled for him, but this was sensual, edged with need, not fear.
“I know.” He did it again, leaving lines that criss-crossed the original ones.
There was another surge, and Lem was off the bed, panting, cock still erect.
He climbed off Lem, gaze never leaving his boy. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I had to stand up.”
“How does that plug feel in your ass like that, boy?” He stalked slowly toward Lem.
“Heavy.” Lem backed away.
“Now where are you going?” His gaze never left Lem’s as they both moved, keeping an equal distance between them.
“I don’t know.” Lem moaned softly, hand cupping his pierced cock.
> He growled. “No hiding from me, boy.”
“I wasn’t! I was touching my cock!”
He snorted. “You’re not allowed to do that, either. You are definitely cruising for a big time punishment.”
“I’m not.”
“No? Not a bigger plug, a sound in your cock? Not a hard dildo slamming your ass?”
Lem shuddered. In fact, Bel thought he might nearly be drooling. “How about a gag to hold your screams in and a whip to paint pretty lines along your back?”
Lem shook his head, his cock leaking.
“I have spreader bars for your legs, chains for your arms. I have a blindfold, and I have weights to stretch your balls, to pull them toward the floor and keep you on edge.” He kept stalking very slowly, noting that Lem wasn’t trying to run away anymore. No doubt his boy was frozen in place by his words. By his promises. “I will make you beg for my fist, beg to be used. I have a cage that can trap your cock for days.”
Lem shook his head, eyes enormous.
“Tell me, boy. Tell me that you want it, that every word I’m saying increases your need, your wonder. Come on, boy. Let me hear that you need me.” Give in to me, give yourself to me.
Lem groaned, chin dipping.
“Lem.” He growled the name out and waited until his boy looked up at him. “You found your bliss here. I saw it. Fight me. Be a brat. But don’t deny yourself this. Tell me of your need, and I will keep you in your bliss forever.”
“I need you, you bastard. I’ve dreamed about you and your perversions for eons.”
Yes!
“Not just since I insisted?” He needed Lem to admit it, to be clear that this wasn’t just his idea, his knowledge of this demon.
“No. I would never have acted on it. It was impossible.”
“Then it’s a good thing I don’t believe in impossible.” He stalked forward until they were standing nose to nose, the little muscled body sheened with sweat, the be-ringed cock harder than any he’d ever seen, and the need filling Lem’s eyes. “Tell me again how much you need me.”
“Pushy asshole. More than I need my next breath. I hate you.” Lem’s hand landed on his heart. I love you. I always have. Master.
He pressed their mouths together, taking a no-holds-barred kiss, devouring his boy’s mouth. His own Lem. His. I love you, my own. Forever. He lifted his boy, heading back to the bed, back to take what was his, again and again, for eternity.