There's a shift of power happening in Hell, and nothing will ever be the same.
Lost by Horatio in a card game, Kerr finds himself in the Belial household, where Ceris, Master of the Harem, takes Kerr under his wing. Kerr is not only honored and used as he was made to be, but he is given a newly acquired demon, Harmony, as his own to train. The three pleasure demons have a rocky start, but they have all the time in Hell to figure out how to work together, and it isn't long before they begin to care for one another.
Meanwhile, Belial has waited for thousands of years for Horatio to admit he's actually a submissive. When it appears that's never going to happen, Belial arranges for his best friend to lose a card game in which he's offered himself as the prize. Horatio can't believe Belial would do this for him, but the council puts their seal of approval on the bet, and he has no choice but to offer himself to Belial, who immediately gets to work convincing Horatio that he'll be so much happier as Belial's sub.
Will Kerr and Horatio find joy in their places in the Belial household? Only time will tell.
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“Finish stripping, take your hair down, and get in the tub.” Ceris was also tugging his gauzy pants off, completely revealing the rest of his body. The demon really was a magnificent specimen.
Kerr took down his braids from where he’d wrapped them around his horns. The strands were heavy, hot on his shoulders. Ceris stepped close and began to undo each plait, big fingers agile. Ceris carded through his hair until even a hint of each braid was gone. His scalp tingled, and his body buzzed, arousal sliding through him. His ass was slapped gently, huge fingers cupping him for a moment.
“In the tub, boy.”
Boy. No one had called him boy since his training.
He stepped into the tub, the hot water absolutely delicious. To his surprise, Ceris climbed in with him. He’d known the big man was going to bathe him, but he hadn’t realized Ceris was going to bathe with him.
Sitting, Ceris tugged him down and into the vee of Ceris’ legs. “See how perfectly you fit?”
“You have no body modifications?”
“No, sir. My previous master did not wish it.”
Ceris’ lips brushed the curve of his ear. “Our master allows me full control of those decisions, boy. I can do as I wish.” Plucking at his nipples, Ceris made them hard. “These in particular are begging for decoration. As is this.” Ceris dropped his hand, pinching the tip of Kerr’s cock, hard enough he felt the sting in his balls.
“A-as you wish, sir.”
“Oh, such need gone to waste.”
Ceris’ hand wrapped around his cock, which was filling quickly without a single thought from him. He gasped softly, his asscheeks clenching suddenly, body working immediately to find release.
“It has been far too long since you’ve been properly used.” Ceris tightened his hand, the casual strokes becoming focussed and promising to drag him right over the edge in a matter of moments. “I will use you. I will make you scream with pleasure, with pain, with the twisted love of them both.”
Just about the time he was ready to shoot, the touch disappeared, Ceris moving to work his nipples, which was nowhere near enough sensation.
“Do you come on command, boy?” Ceris asked, pinching his nipples between the big fingers and tugging his flesh out from his chest, making him ache.
“I used to, sir. I have not in many years.”
“I’ll train you for it. Your master will want you to be able to do so. I want you to be able to do so.” Ceris spoke against his ear, lips warm, breath wafting across his skin and making him shiver.
He groaned softly, his permanently bare ballsac pulling up. “Yes, Master Ceris.”
Kerr could be taught to need so many things, to obey. He just wanted to be used as he was meant to be. Maybe here he would be.
Ceris bit his earlobe, one hand dropping to cup and squeeze his balls. “I could make you come from just ball play. From nipple play, cock play, hole play. I could make you come with my words alone.”
He nodded and swallowed, caught in the ache of his needy balls.
“I will use you for hours, days. Your body is mine to do with as I wish, as our master wishes. You will never spend another day without something stretching your hole—my cock, a plug, my fist. Never.”
The words were intoxicating, and he began rocking, not even caring if it wasn’t allowed. He wanted to be punished. Anything, as long as the promises Ceris made him were true.
“Needy slut. How lucky I am. I asked for someone to help with the new pet. I didn’t expect to find a hungry little demon.” Ceris wrapped the big hand around his cock again, pulling hard. “You’ll not come until I say so or I will bind you and you won’t come again until tomorrow.”
“Yes, Master Ceris. I will not.” He wasn’t an untried boy. It might have been far too long since he’d been put through his paces, but that didn’t mean he didn’t remember how to obey no matter what was thrown at him.
“Good to know you’ve retained some of your training.” Ceris continued to pump him, fist tightening slowly as the water moved around them.
It was the little bites along the back of his neck that made him shiver, made his balls draw up tight against his skin. They were added to by rough pulls and tugs to his nipples, harsh little twists.
“Aside from a lack of ink and piercings, you have no bruises, no scratches or cuts. No indications that you have a master who loves you and loves to you use you as you so richly deserve. That is going to change, boy.” Ceris pulled his nipple out, making him arch. The strokes to his cock never slowed. “There will not be an inch of you I will not whip and adore, hurt and please.”
The promises poured over his soul, better even than the touches that had him arching, his body burning.
“I am going to take a special interest in you.”
He wanted all of it, more. He had never been so aroused. Never, not even as a new sub. He could feel Ceris’ club-like cock, hot and hard against his ass and the small of his back. It, too, was a promise, and he prayed he got to feel it today, filling him in a way he hadn’t been in far too long a time.
“I want to feel you coming around my cock. I want to feel how your body reacts to my command.”
“Yes, sir.” He arched back, rubbing his hole against Ceris’ prick, begging like he was in heat.
The word was not an insult, he knew this. He could hear it in Ceris’ deep voice.
“Yes, sir.” He groaned softly, utterly confused as to what was wrong with him.
“Are you ready for me, boy? I don’t know if that was the rule where you come from.”
He shook his head. “I haven’t been filled in years.”
“Blasphemy!” Ceris stretched, reaching over the far side of the tub and grabbing a bottle of oil. Holding it out on his palm, he unstoppered it. “You will lean over the edge of the tub and prepare yourself for me as I watch.”
“Yes, sir.” He moved, forcing himself to be graceful, beautiful, flowing, even in his need. He would do everything he could to make sure he didn’t disappoint. He needed what Ceris offered, needed it deep in his soul.
Ceris hummed softly, the sound pleased. Kerr swore he could feel the heat from Ceris’ hand as it passed through the air next to his ass like a phantom caress. He slicked his fingers, spreading wide enough that his ballsac dipped in the hot water as he slipped one finger in, slicking himself without denying Ceris the pleasure of stretching him.
“Lovely.” Ceris pressed a finger inside him, much thicker than his own and as hot as the water around them. “Nice and tight. You do your exercises nightly, boy?”
“Yes, sir.” It was the most pleasure he received. “I was allowed two orgasms a day by my own hand.”
Ceris grunted, but didn’t say anything. Another finger pushed into his body, both of Ceris’ going deep and hitting that spot inside him that hadn’t been touched in what felt like forever and had surely been at least several years.
He moaned, his back arching with pleasure. Yes. Yes, so good. Now he just needed more.
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