by Sean Michael
His boy stared at him, the betrayal paining him. He touched Horatio’s belly. “If I tell you what I’m going to do to you and you don’t shoot for me, then we’ll call this off.”
His boy calmed, immediately, and nodded. Like H was going to be able to resist. Still, he wanted H to understand that this was their new life. And that, deny it as he might, this was exactly what H needed.
“If you shoot, you will submit. I understand we will have struggles, but if you shoot, I have your word you will submit, yes?”
Another nod, this one slower, but still Horatio held his eyes.
He held that gaze. “You will shoot for me, boy. You’re not going to be able to control it, to control your body. Your needs are too strong.”
This time, Horatio shook his head, but Bel knew better. He sat back in the overstuffed chair near his bed, fingers steepled.
“Tonight, I will fill you with my seed, mark you as my own. You will become used to it, being marked as mine. I will plug you tonight and bind you, and you will sleep at my side. Then tomorrow your transformation begins.” It seemed as if H’s transformation had already begun, but it served his purpose to
Horatio didn’t say anything. He couldn’t, of course, but Bel knew he had his boy’s attention and there were no new struggles.
“You’ll be allowed to come tonight, but that won’t always be the case. And if you come without permission, there will be punishments. Tomorrow, I will shave you. Every inch of you. Then I will clean you, inside and out. Then I will begin our lessons. Everyday, you will learn something, and I will teach you. We will start our mornings with corrections, and we will have our evenings for the same. What a busy boy you will be.”
Horatio’s cock was just beginning to fill.
“I will decorate you with jewellery and ink, with stones. You will have your cock filled, your ass, your mouth. You will beg to be whipped, to have your balls milked so that I can torture them longer. You will be filled so much that you will hate the sensation of being empty.”
His own cock was full, anticipation making him hard.
“I will touch every inch of you, keep you here to use. Every inch of your skin will become sensitive, and you will ache to be touched. To have your nipples stroked until they burn.”
H’s cock was fully hard now, too, his boy’s need rising to meet his words.
“One day will be the lesson of obedience, then one of need. Another, you will learn the pleasure of pain, then of patience.” He grinned. “Can you imagine spending the night impaled on a heavy cock? Riding and writhing simply so that I may have the sight of your swollen hole when I wake? Or spreading your cheeks and begging me to whip your hole? Spending the day wrapped in bonds, unable to move? Or spending the day strapped to a table, a machine spearing you from both ends while I work?”
Liquid glistened at the tip of H’s cock, making it shine.
Bel licked his lips. “After you’ve come, I’m going to spank your ass rosy, get it into the state it belongs in.” He grinned, baring his teeth. “You will always have colour on your ass. You will always be filled. You will never be the same.”
Neither of them would be. Though his change would be in his fulfilment, in having the demon meant to serve him.
“And when you have lived a lifetime, and I have done every single thing to you that either of us can dream of doing, you will beg me to spend another lifetime doing it all over again.”
Horatio moaned through his gag, head shaking side to side.
“You’ve buried your need so deep and denied it for so long. I know it’s hard to let go, but you’ll be so much happier now.” He got up and stalked toward the bed. “Your body will be well-used. Every hole filled -- mouth and ass and cock. Every limb bound. You’ll be gagged and blindfolded. You’ll be fucked raw. By dildos, by my cock, by my hand. You’ll be whipped and paddled, flogged and spanked. I’ll leave scratches and bruises, and when they fade, you will beg me for more.”
He leaned closer. “I will have your entire body painted, your nipples and cock decorated with jewels. I will possess you, boy. Every inch of you until we are joined at the soul.”
Horatio cried out, the sound clear even through the gag, and spunk spurted out of the hard cock. Horatio looked shocked, eyes wide above the gag.
“The agreement is in place.” The words came from his lips, but the voice wasn’t his. This came from the council, from the elders deep below. “This one is yours.” He wanted to shout in triumph, he wanted to crow. He wanted to dance through the streets and show off his boy.
His boy’s eyes went even wider, and Bel smiled. “There you have it. The council has spoken.” A name came to him, his boy’s name. “Lem.” One eyebrow rose, and he simply stared his boy down. “You are mine. You are mine. You are mine.”
There was no denying it now. Once the council had reached a decision, it was very hard for any changes to be implemented.
He reached out, cupped Lem’s balls through the tattered remnants of his clothing. “You will never be anything but bare again.” He would have the clothing Lem arrived in burned, and he would forbid anyone from giving Lem so much as a sock.
Sitting on the bed, he swiped his fingers through the come on the top of Lem’s cock. He brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting Lem on his tongue. The flavour exploded in his mouth, and he moaned, licked his lips.
“Delicious. Submissives are always too sweet. But you’ll only improve with use.”
Lem stared at him, and he stared back, his confidence soaring. Bending, he pressed his mouth against Lem’s, taking the kiss, proving his ownership through it. His tongue teased Lem’s around the gag, taunting them both. He touched the corners of Lem’s lips, the tip of his tongue slipping the smallest bit into Lem’s mouth.
Mine.
He squeezed Lem’s tender balls again. Every inch, every part of this demon was his to command, his to use. His.
He slid his mouth down along Lem’s jaw and neck, heading for a little nipple. When he got there, he flicked his tongue back and forth across it a few times, looking to get it nice and hard before he bit. Clamping down, be made sure that Lem not only felt it now, but every single time he bit again. He opened and bit, then opened and bit, then did it again, knowing Lem’s nerves would be crying out at this point.
He kept squeezing and tugging Lem’s balls, needing this first time to set the stage for an eternity. It would be hard and it would be hot and it would blow Lem’s mind.
“Tomorrow, I will remove every one of these hairs from you, my boy. Tomorrow, I will bare you.” He bit Lem’s nipple again.
Lem bucked, rocking up into him before settling down again. He could hear Lem’s breath panting around the gag.
“I’ve waited for this day for a lifetime. Two.” He pushed Lem’s balls up, hard.
Lem grunted and crossed his legs.
“No, I told you no hiding.” He spread Lem’s legs with his knees.
The tiny, untouched hole was right there, waiting to be spread and stretched and taken. He slid his hand slowly along Lem’s thigh, headed right for that little hole. It would be untouched no longer. Now it belonged to him.
Solely to him.
He decided he wanted the first touch to that hole to be his tongue. Tongue, fingers, cock, hand. It was a plan. He groaned softly and pushed Lem’s legs wide, spreading the lean body to his sight. Moving in, he breathed on Lem’s ass, on his little hole, directing the air right at the centre of it. Lem’s cry was muffled by the gag, but it was clear as a bell inside his mind. He pushed in just a little, pressing his tongue into Lem’s body. Heat and silk met his invasion. Lem’s entire body convulsed, curling up and pulling away. Growling, he grabbed hold of Lem’s legs and held on. He dragged them back into place, growling deep in his chest.
“Mine.”
He met Lem’s gaze, daring him to deny it, even with only a flash of his eyes.
Lem dropped his gaze, looking away, submitting beautifully, and Bel wanted to crow. He to
ngue-fucked Lem’s hole a few times, bringing the taste into himself as he brought pleasure to his boy. Lem’s legs shook as he pushed them farther apart, exposing everything. He backed away from Lem’s hole, licking and exploring the patch of skin behind Lem’s balls, the balls themselves, then the long cock.
Lem cried out for him, eyes wide, burning down at him.
He took his taste, and Lem writhed for him. Then he grabbed the lube, making short work of slicking up his fingers. He pushed one in to begin with. The tiny ring of muscles fought him, refusing to let him in. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, though. Lem would bend to his will, no question.
“Let me in, boy. You’re mine and I will touch you, everywhere.”
Lem cried out around the gag again, but his body relaxed the smallest bit, and Bel’s finger sank right in. All the way past the second knuckle.
“Good boy.” He let his finger rest inside Lem, feeling the muscles ripple all around it. Humming, he wriggled it, small movements to start with. He knew they would feel huge to Lem, who’d never been breached before. “I will teach you to come, just from this, just from having your ass stretched.” He didn’t expect it to happen this time. But it was going to happen. “In fact, there isn’t going to be a single act I won’t be able to make you come from.”
Lem groaned, muttering through the gag.
He didn’t take the gag off, only slightly curious about what Lem might be saying. He was the master here. He knew what Lem needed. He did. He fucked the tiny hole, making Lem feel every inch, knowing that his possession would feel huge, overwhelming.
“This is just my finger, Lem. Imagine what it will be like when I add another, then one more. Think of how much thicker my cock is than my fingers. I’m twice as thick as your own prick, boy. All the better to fuck you with, to take you and prove that you are my own.”
Lem’s eyes burned down at him, just fiery, the magicks trying to draw them together, join them as they were meant to, his boy fighting with all he wanted. Bel held Lem’s gaze as he pushed a second finger in alongside the first. He simply fucked Lem with them for a few heartbeats. Then he began spreading his fingers apart, twisting them together, switching it up as he stretched Lem’s hole.
A pained grunt sounded, so he did it again, easing his way inside. No grunt this time, and he twisted and stretched several more times. He did it until he caught the tiniest movement, Lem involuntarily pushing his hips into the invasion.
That was Bel’s cue for finger number three.
Bel moaned at the squeeze, at the convulsive milking of his fingers. He wanted that around his cock. He wanted to plunge in and take what was his, but he’d said he would take his time. So he held back, letting his fingers to do the talking. For now.
For now.
Chapter Six
Horatio screamed, the world having taken a terrible, maddening turn. How had this happened to him? How had the universe allowed this to happen?
The touch inside him felt huge, the burn fierce and deep.
Let me go. Please, Bel. I can’t… I swear never to fantasize again.
Bel couldn’t hear him, though, and he couldn’t make himself heard with actual words, not with the gag that held him silent. The little penis sat on his tongue, begging to be sucked.
Bel finger-fucked him vigorously. He couldn’t imagine what Bel’s cock was going to feel like. He closed his eyes, refusing to feel this, refusing to accept that he’d dreamed about it, tugged himself off thinking about it.
Somehow, they had known.
But only Bel had had the guts to do anything about it. Only Bel had really believed. Bel’s fingers pushed deep, and something inside him lit up, his whole body suddenly on fire.
“You cannot hide from this, boy.”
He firmed his lips around the gag. He could do anything. Bel pulled his fingers out, and the sensation of being empty was huge. Just enormous.
Let me go, he willed. This was a mistake. An error. He’d just been getting off.
Bel climbed over him and spread his legs wide. Oh, God. It was about to happen. Once Bel had taken him, there would be no turning back. None. He tried to close his legs and push his defensive magicks out, slamming them against Bel.
Bel shook his head. “Silly boy. Your strength is already fading. Besides, you can’t fight what is meant to be.” Bel pressed up against him, cock hard, hot, right there against Horatio’s hole. Bel reached out, hand wrapping around his cock and stroking it, base to tip. His hard cock. “You’re frightened and ashamed, but there is no shame in being mine. In taking your place as my own.”
With that, Bel began to push in, cock stretching him impossibly wide.
It didn’t just stop at stretching the tight muscles guarding his hole, though. Bel continued pressing in and in, filling him. Bel was huge. Enormous. He’d never imagined a cock could be so big, curling up and filling him deep inside.
“Mine,” Bel told him. “You are mine, and now I am proving it.”
Bel pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in again, movements slow and deliberate. There was a deep ache, an immense stretching, but no real pain, no ugliness or rough treatment. Just that enormous fullness. Bel found a rhythm, rocking into him slowly but surely, again and again.
“When I fill you with my seed, the commitment will be complete. You are mine. Finally.”
No. No, he had a position, a place. He had been raised to be a major Dominant.
It didn’t matter. None of it mattered because Bel was fucking him, filling him like that enormous cock belonged inside him. And because he couldn’t deny the pleasure that Bel was bringing him now, his body bearing down on Bel’s cock, accepting it in, yearning for the touches.
“Yes. Yes, boy. We are joining.”
He wanted to deny, but he couldn’t. And not just because there was a gag keeping him quiet.
“We are. You belong to me. And nobody can deny it anymore.”
The thrusts inside him made his eyes cross, and he sucked hard on the cock in his mouth, pulling fiercely. The harder and faster Bel pushed, the more he sucked, making the perfect circle between them. Bel held his gaze, and he could feel himself altering, the core of him changing. He sobbed, his very being betraying him.
Somewhere deep inside him, though, he felt relief. He felt a cheer go up. He’d been hiding that part of him so long, he’d managed to convince himself it didn’t exist. And now it was free, now Bel was feeding it.
Yes! This is where you belong. That voice inside him would be hidden no longer, even as he tried to deny it.
Leave me alone!
Impossible. We are joined now. Our lives are caught.
He stared at Bel, who stared back, eyes seeming to echo what the words had said. No way. No way was that little voice at the back of his head Bel. Horatio wouldn’t believe it.
Bel pushed in, filling him deep, spreading him wide. Without thinking, he found himself wrapping his legs around Bel’s waist, holding him there. He grunted and decided he was going to do exactly that. Hold Bel, take some control in this. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but he wasn’t going to be a victim in it. Bel growled some and pulled back enough to slam back into him, hitting that spot inside him. He kept holding on, though, refusing to give up his one little point of power.
“We are going to have so much passion between us. So much magic.” Bel sounded exhilarated.
He wanted to exult with his friend, but there was still a part of him that needed to fight, needed to refuse to submit. He was a high demon. He growled around the penis gag and tried to push Bel’s cock out and keep it out -- a last act of defiance as Bel pounded into him, making his balls ache and draw up against his body, his orgasm imminent.
Bel’s laugh rang out. “You’re leaking for me. You want me. This. You want to be made to take it.”
He shook his head, but again, there was no real denial trying to push past the gag. And he knew that Bel was going to make him come. He bit down on the gag, imagining it wa
s Bel, the magicks inside him bouncing wildly. He could feel that orgasm barrelling down on him, driven there by Bel’s hard thrusts into him.
“I’m not going to touch your cock, boy. You’re going to come without that, just from this.”
He shook his head, side to side, denying even as his balls drew up.
“You are. Because I told you to. And I am your master. You are my boy, Lem. Every inch of you.” Bel slammed into him, cock punching against his gland. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
At the last word, Horatio came, his spunk spraying from him.
“Yes!” Bel’s roar was pure triumph, and heat shot into him, filling him deep.
Horatio sobbed into his gag, lost and undone, ashamed and lost.
Bel lay on top of him, still buried deep, panting hard. Touching him everywhere.
Go away. Leave me alone.
Eventually, Bel slid out, then left him there, gagged, his hands bound above his head. A moment later, Bel was back, opening his legs again and gently cleaning him up. Gently.
“You’re not harmed, boy. And I won’t leave you alone. You’re mine. I waited for you for years.”
Eons. They’d known each ever since they were fresh demons, enjoying the Hell right out of Hell.
“I’ve known since the second I met you. The very second.”
He wasn’t sure he believed Bel. That was a very long time ago.
Bel patted him and undid his hands. “I’m going to leave you unbound. Make sure you don’t do anything stupid and earn yourself a punishment this soon in the game.”
He grunted and squeezed his eyes shut.
Bel left the gag on, then dragged him up to the top of the bed and wrapped around him. “Sleep, boy. Tomorrow is going to be a very big day for you.”
Tomorrow. Fuck no. He was going to lose his mind.
“It’s the first day of the rest of your life as my boy.” Bel patted his ass, then clicked his fingers, turning the lights off.
He stared into the darkness, his eyes searching the shadows, waiting for his chance to get up and run.
Bel shifted and threw one leg over his and nuzzled into his neck. My boy. I have you.
