by Tiegan Clyne
Sebastian admitted, “In the car, after I ran.”
“You didn’t run because you were in a panic, did you?” she asked. She came down off her throne and stood behind him. She reached down and grabbed his chin, turning his face up toward her. He tried not to look away from Christopher, and she laughed. “Oh, so obedient suddenly. Look at me.”
He obeyed.
“You were trying to escape again, weren’t you?”
Through the corner of his eye, Sebastian saw Lord Ashmar pick up his cane, and he went cold. “I… Yes, Mistress.”
She laughed. “I thought as much.” She looked at the officer. “Three times he used his abilities without my permission. You know what that means.”
Lord Ashmar laughed, and the Countess released Sebastian. “Yes, I do,” the officer answered, sounding pleased.
The Countess went back to her throne and retrieved a thick metal butt plug, which had been hidden by the cushion. She walked around the cross to stand behind Christopher. “I should have Ashmar fuck you into delirium, but you would like that too much.” Christopher groaned, his shoulders hunching. Blood ran down the inside of his leg, and his cock twitched before Sebastian’s face. “Nobody is going to fuck you until I give the word.”
She sat down again and nodded to Ashmar, who stepped forward with his cane. Sebastian’s guts twisted.
“Count, dragonel.”
It was like watching his nightmares play out in real life. The cane whistled, he counted, and Christopher screamed. Blood ran down in the insides of his legs, leaving red streaks all the way to the floor. The rattling began again, and now Christopher’s eyes were pure red, glowing brightly enough to bathe the ceiling in colored illumination.
The Countess snapped, “Control yourself, demon!”
The rattling stopped, and Christopher growled around the gag. He was trembling.
She stood, waving Lord Ashmar away. The officer retreated grudgingly, allowing her to walk back up to the captive on the cross.
“You’re so close, aren’t you? All that delicious pain. Can you smell your own blood, Christopher? Does it make you hungry?”
The bound demon shook his head, his eyes closed.
“Liar. Ashmar...”
The officer stepped up and grabbed Christopher’s balls, squeezing them as if he meant to burst them in his hand. Christopher let out a garbled cry and shook his fetters. The demon’s eyes slowly turned back to black, the red lights extinguished.
“Enough.” The Countess smiled. Lord Ashmar released him. “You want this dragonel for yourself, don’t you, Christopher? You want him to be your own pet, to fondle and to fuck. Isn’t that true?”
Christopher, breathing heavily, nodded.
“And you think the way to do that is to lie to me? To me?” She clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Such a foolish boy. Because you want him all to yourself, I’m going to ensure that you never get to bed him. You’ll watch him with others, of course, and you’ll watch as we express him again and again, but if you ever put one hand on him, I will know it, and I’ll give you such a punishment that you’ll never walk again. Understand?”
He closed his eyes and nodded.
“Good. And there’s no time like the present.” She turned to Sebastian. “Strip and get on your hands and knees.”
Sebastian froze. He knew that he wasn’t healed yet, and he didn’t know what the Countess had planned, but he knew he wanted no part of it. Lord Ashmar unzipped his uniform trousers and pulled out his cock, stroking it from root to tip in a languid rhythm. He looked into Christopher’s anguished eyes, and the demon shook his head.
“Don’t tell him to disobey me!” the Countess roared. She launched herself out of the throne and went to Christopher, beating him with the flat of her hand, striking him over the wounds that Ashmar had left behind. He cried out under the assault.
Sebastian lurched to his feet and pulled off his borrowed clothes, tossing them carelessly aside. He hit the ground on his hands and knees, hoping that his obedience would distract her. She grabbed the cat o’ nine tails and wrapped it around his throat, then took a handful of Christopher’s hair and forced him to look at the dragonel.
“Watch, and if you cum, I will choke you to death.”
Ashmar knelt behind Sebastian, chuckling, and without preamble, he thrust himself inside the dragonel’s still-tender hole. Sebastian whimpered, but he kept his eyes on Christopher’s face, which was creased in a deep frown of concern. Ashmar began to fuck him hard and deep, his movements sharp and fast and ruthless. Sebastian’s whole body shook beneath the onslaught as pain and pleasure combined to confuse him.
The Countess tightened the leather around Christopher’s throat, and his face turned dark, but he kept his eyes locked with Sebastian’s. He made no attempt to alter the dragonel’s reactions, which this time Sebastian would have welcomed. Ashmar’s body slapped against his, and the concussion rippled through the dragonel’s torso, making him jerk with every thrust. The officer was an accomplished tormentor; with every snap of his hips, his thick cock struck the pleasure spot deep inside Sebastian’s body. He was close and in agony, because he didn’t know if he would be allowed to orgasm or be punished if he did.
“Sebastian,” the Countess said throatily, “cum for me.”
He couldn’t have held back if he’d tried. Ashmar’s cock hit that magical spot one more time, and he came with a cry, his head snapping backward with the ecstasy of it all. His cum splattered across the dungeon floor, a glittering spray against the darkness.
The Countess grabbed Christopher’s hair and gave it another yank. “Look! Look at what you made me do. That’s tens of thousands of credits, wasted.” She leaned forward and pressed her ruby lips against the bound demon’s ear. “I’ll just add it to your tab.”
Sebastian closed his eyes, shaking. Ashmar pulled out and put his cock away, zipping up his trousers and walking back toward the cross. The Countess released her hold on Christopher’s hair and dropped the cat o’ nine tails on the floor.
“Dragonel,” she said, “look at me.”
He looked at up her, and she smiled sweetly. The expression sat unnaturally on her face, and it made him feel dirty.
“Despite what you have seen, I am not a cruel Mistress. If you are obedient and do as I ask, then you will have a life of constant pleasure ahead of you. You will have the best of everything: the best food, the best clothing, the best belongings. You will have the pleasure of orgasm after orgasm, as many as you could wish for. I will treat you very well. All I ask is for obedience. Do as I tell you the first time I tell you to do it, abide by my rules, and live out a life of luxury and endless delight. But when there is disobedience, there must be consequences.” She gestured at Christopher. “I leave it to you to decide what to do with him now, but I warn you: if he touches you, I will know.”
Lord Ashmar collected his cane and wiped it clean with a cloth from the toy rack, and then the two of them left the room, closing the door behind them.
Sebastian waited until the sounds of their footsteps on the stairs faded from his hearing before he gathered up his clothes. His hole was aching, and a quick check told him that he was bleeding. He sighed.
Christopher was still shaking, his eyes now tightly closed. Sebastian went to him and took the gag out of his mouth.
“Are you all right?” he asked, but then he blushed. “Sorry… that was a stupid question.”
When the other man spoke, his voice was ragged. “I’m fine.”
He was still highly aroused, his need hotly straining in the space between the cross’s arms. Sebastian looked down at the bobbing, needy cock.
“She said you couldn’t touch me,” he said softly.
“I know.” Christopher sounded miserable.
“She’s a demon, too?”
“Yes.”
He had a thought, a fleeting fragment of a memory, and he didn’t know where it came from. He didn’t even know if it was right. He asked, “To dem
ons, the words used are vital, right?”
Christopher sighed. “Yes.”
“She said you couldn’t touch me. She never said that I couldn’t touch you.”
He knelt in front of him and took him in his mouth. Christopher gasped at the sudden hot pleasure. Sebastian extended his tongue to lick the underside of his cock, and then he took him until his nose was pressed to the black curls at the base. Christopher could not withstand another moment and spent his passion down Sebastian’s throat, strangling on the cry he tried to conceal. He came hard, his body shaking the arms of the cross, and Sebastian swallowed every drop. He sucked him for a moment longer, and when he reached up and pulled the plug free, Christopher came again, surprising them both.
The bound demon rested heavily against the cross, gasping for breath in the aftermath. Sebastian walked around to stand behind him, reluctant to see the damage that had been done. He was horrified by the sight that greeted him. Christopher’s back was shredded, and his buttocks had been split by the blows of the cane. Deep, garnet blood stood out against his fair skin, and the bruising that was already beginning looked purple and angry.
“My god,” Sebastian breathed. A part of him wondered what god he was referring to. He opened the leather straps at Christopher’s wrists and ankles. “What can I do to help you?”
The demon almost collapsed, but Sebastian caught him in his arms before he fell. He held him in his arms, trying not to touch his injuries, until he could right himself. Christopher swallowed a lump in his throat.
“You know what I am.”
“A demon, yes. Like her.”
“Not like her. She’s a blood demon. I’m a sex demon.” He sank down onto his knees, then lay on his side. Sebastian knelt at his head, concerned.
“So?”
When Christopher spoke, he sounded feeble. “Feed me, Sebastian. I need your energy. Your sexual energy.”
His voice was small. “Tell me what to do.”
He sighed. “I need to you fuck me.”
“But you…”
“It’ll be alright. Trust me.”
Sebastian frowned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Even though you hate me?”
There was a tinge of hurt in Christopher’s voice, and Sebastian’s frown deepened. “How else am I supposed to feel about you? You’re keeping me here against my will, preventing me from going…Well, going where, I don’t know, but you’re still keeping me. And you’re using me and making me think things that I…” He took a deep breath. “But none of that matters right now. You need help. Are you sure…?”
Christopher nodded. “I’m sure.”
Sebastian went into the side room and returned with the spanking bench. “Lean on this. It might make it easier for you.”
He helped the demon stand up and walk to the bench. Christopher was stiff with pain, but with Sebastian’s help, he was able to drape himself over the bench and let the punishment furniture support his weight. Christopher sank down onto the padded upholstery with a sigh.
“Is there lube anywhere?”
“In the drawer.”
He went to the toy rack and opened the drawer that the Countess had been rifling through earlier. Sebastian had never seen so many sex toys in his life, as far as he knew, and the sizes of some of the dildos were truly daunting. He found a tube of oil and brought it back to the bench.
“Don’t be gentle,” Christopher coached.
Sebastian scowled. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
The wounded man laughed raggedly.
Looking at Christopher’s battered body, he was almost afraid to touch him, but he forced himself to do it. He dropped a stream of oil onto the demon’s hole, which was still slightly gaping from the plug it had been holding just a minute before. The sight of the oil sliding into the opening of the other man’s body was intensely erotic to him, and Sebastian’s cock sprang back to life. He added more oil to his head and shaft, then carefully positioned himself.
Christopher’s voice cracked when he spoke. “Do it. Please.”
He slid inside. The heat and tightness, even after the plug, made his head spin. He wanted to grab Christopher’s hips to steady himself, but his hands would have been gripping open wounds, so he resisted. He hesitated, and the head of his cock just breaching the tight ring of muscle was the only part of him that was touching Christopher.
“Fuck… me…”
He began to oblige, slowly at first but with increased speed as the sensations overtook him. Sebastian clasped his hands behind his head to keep from grabbing his partner’s injuries, but he thrust at a steady pace. He watched his cock sliding in and out of Christopher’s body, felt the muscles gripping him, and it was intoxicating. He shifted the angle just an iota, and Christopher cried out, responding to the nudge of Sebastian’s cock head against his prostate.
Heat wrapped around Sebastian’s body, and it was like being immersed in hot water. He closed his eyes and felt his energy being wicked way into the hot cloud around him, and it was the most fantastic thing he had ever experienced. His spirit reached out into the cloud with the energy that was being pulled from him, and it encountered Christopher’s spirit reaching back. They fell into each other, and Sebastian grabbed his partner’s hips despite his best efforts to the contrary, holding him still so he could fuck him properly.
Christopher writhed beneath him, impaled on Sebastian’s golden length, and he cried out in his ecstasy. His ass clenched around him, and the dragonel lost all control. He shouted as he came, his precious semen released deep inside Christopher’s body.
When Sebastian opened his eyes, he thought he might be hallucinating. The injuries that Christopher had suffered healed shut before his eyes, leaving nothing but pristine, milk-white skin behind. In a matter of moments, it was as if nothing had ever happened in this dungeon room, and the dragonel was stunned by the magic of it.
Christopher pulled Sebastian down and twisted his neck so he could reach him. Their lips met in a sweet kiss, all their passion spent and only gentle affection left behind. The contact sent a rush of warmth through Sebastian, filling up the spaces where he’d felt empty before. He reluctantly pulled free of Christopher’s body and helped his demon lover sit up.
“I still hate you,” he said with a tiny smile, “but I think I might like you a little, too.”
Christopher smiled back. “I know.”
Chapter Fourteen
Christopher cleaned up the toys and put the rigs away while Sebastian dressed. When he was finished, he put his clothes back on and turned to the dragonel.
“Let’s go back to our room.”
Sebastian felt a strange flutter in his gut at the demon’s words, and he didn’t understand it. There was much he didn’t understand, and he was constantly confused by the things he felt. He was full of conflicting emotions and impulses, and he had more questions than answers. He felt like he was drowning.
Christopher led the way to his apartment. Neither of them spoke. Once they were in the relative safety of the demon’s suite, Christopher locked the door and turned to Sebastian. He touched the dragonel’s shoulder, then walked past him into the bathroom. After a moment, the water in the shower turned on.
Sebastian explored the antechamber of the apartment, a comfortable sitting room that he had only walked through before. The furnishings were elegant and expensive, with plush upholstery made of sumptuous fabrics. There was a love seat, two armchairs, and a desk with a closed laptop. There was a flat screen vidset on the wall above the desk, and the remote rested on an end table beside the love seat. It was very much like a hotel - and exactly how he knew what a hotel should be like, he wasn’t sure.
More questions. More missing information and scattered memories. He tried to probe into the recesses of his mind, hoping to find something that would give him a hint about who he used to be. He did not believe the Countess when she said that he’d been created in a petri dish at GenTel. He had no basis of his disbelief, apar
t from a gut feeling, and he wondered if Christopher knew the truth.
Christopher. The more he thought about him, the worse his confusion became. Sebastian didn’t trust him, and Christopher had violated his mind in the worst ways, which was almost worse than violating his body. Then again, his captor had tried to protect him, had treated his injuries and expressed at least a modicum of compassion. He could not deny that he was powerfully attracted to Christopher, and that he wanted him. He didn’t understand how he could be drawn to someone and be repulsed by them at the same time.
The water in the shower was still running. Moving almost on autopilot, he shed his clothes and went into the bathroom. The room was filled with steam, but he could see Christopher standing under the jets, his head bowed and his hands pressed to the tiled wall. Sebastian opened the shower door and stepped inside with him. Christopher looked over his shoulder at him in surprise, but he did not react with anger, so Sebastian closed the door and wrapped his arms around the other man’s trim waist. He felt better embracing his captor, because at least that much was real. Everything else felt like a nightmare.
Christopher turned and embraced him, holding him tightly. Sebastian leaned his head on the demon’s shoulder, and they stood together in the jets.
Christopher spoke first. “Are you all right?”
“I should be asking you. They hurt you.”
He nodded. “Yes.”
Sebastian frowned in his confusion. “But you loved it.”
“Yes.”
“How? Why? I don’t understand.”
Christopher sighed and pulled back. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing towels for both of them. “I’m a demon,” he said, as if that explained it all.
It didn’t. “But…”
“I need to feel pain to be completely myself, true to what I am. And the Countess needs to cause pain to be completely herself. It’s a match made in Hell - literally.” He continued speaking while he dried off, but Sebastian stood there immobile, holding the towel he’d been given. “Do you remember the way things shook when I was being beaten?”