[M] A Night Out To Remember

Money was short and jobs were scarce.

The small group of Hunters needed something to do; something to rake in some cash. None of the handful of them had much in the way of good skills to find themselves an ordinary job to occupy their time with to gain some money.

They worked under the law.

Hunters.

Now they were just looking for their prey.

They had secured themselves a nice large warehouse in the outskirts of the city in hopes of being able to use it to gain some money.

Now all they needed was some stock.

The five of them headed out, equipment at the ready.

He had been given his freedom for the night and instead of lounging around the gardens and forests, he decided to venture out into town for a few drinks.

He had found a good bar and had a few drinks; enough to leave him feeling good but not enough to get him drunk. Zakhar rarely drank enough to floor himself. He hadn’t gotten drunk in years. He much preferred to feel the soft buzz of being tipsy than the harsh nausea that came with getting too drunk.

With a soft hum, the Lycan’s eyes turned to a bar just up ahead.

Perhaps one or two more drinks wouldn’t hurt. He was in a good mood; why not celebrate to the fullest?

With that decided, the Russian slid into the bar, weaving between people until he got to the counter, ordering himself a vodka and coke. The vodka in England wasn’t as good as from the Motherlands but he could stomach it better than most other alcohols.

He took a long swig from his glass, leaning against the counter.

They had done well so far. They had found a few decent targets and dragged them in. Now they were just looking for a couple more to really make the night a success. Strong people that looked fun to break. Those were always the best choice.

They had been barhopping for the entire night and had just chosen a new one in hopes of finding another good target.

The ringleader of the little group was stationed at the bar, leant back against it as he surveyed the area, looking for someone. Adriano had been in this business for many years. He was old, he was powerful and he knew what people wanted. He had a fine eye for picking good targets.

His deep red eyes found a man leaning against the bar a few feet away. He looked strong; he had a scarred appearance - that was always big with Masters that liked to dominate people that looked scary and challenging. Adriano was happy with this one. He’d have him then call the hunting a night. They had a fair few people; the rest of the night would be dedicated to training them.

The Vampire stood and sauntered over to the man, pausing for a moment when he caught his scent. He was a Lycan. That was even better. He grinned as he sat down next to the Lycan. “Hey, I haven‘t seen many supernatural’s around these parts recently. You new here in Catania?”

The Russian’s eyes flickered up when the Vampire spoke to him.

“Fairly new. I‘ve been a little too busy to take a look at the nightlife recently.” Between Evgeni, Tyrael and more recently Belial, he hadn’t had much time to venture out into the town around training and Sessions.

His eye flickered down over the Vampire, drinking in his appearance. He was older than him. Zakhar never liked it when people were older than him.

“I‘m Zakhar.”

If he was pleasant, perhaps he wouldn’t cause a riot with the Vampire.

“Welcome to the nightlife of Catania,” Adriano chuckled, lifting his glass with a little grin.

This one seemed polite enough. He wondered how long that would last. Lycan never could get along with Vampires. And he wondered what reaction he’d get when the Lycan woke up later…

“I‘m Adrian.” The older man held a hand out to Zakhar with a pleasant smile. “Here, let me get you a drink, welcome you properly to the nightlife of this city.”

He flagged down one of the bartenders, smirking softly when one of his group appeared to take his order instead of a bartender. They had this little act perfected. It was the easiest way to slip his targets a little daterape drug.

“Vodka and coke?” His eyes turned to Zakhar before returning to the younger vampire behind the counter.

He shook the Vampires hand firmly.

He was surprised that Adrian hadn’t kicked up a fuss. Pleasantly so. It meant he didn’t have to worry about getting into a fight tonight. He didn’t feel like scrapping with someone older than him.

The Lycan relaxed with a little smile. No fighting tonight.

“Da.” He gave a nod to the bartender, confirming his order. Vodka and coke was what he usually ordered.

Zakhar tipped the drink back when it was set in front of him, draining half of it in one gulp.

“You‘re a local here then?” he asked, his gaze turning back to Adriano.

Adriano grinned widely when Zakhar knocked back most of the spiked drink immediately.

It wouldn’t be long now. Lycan were always more susceptible to drugs than any other sentient creature he had spiked. This one would be easy to catch now. He just had to wait him out.

“Yeah, Catania born and raised.” He had been living in the city for a thousand years.

“You‘re from Russia, right? Is it nice there?” Adrian had never been. He was genuinely curious. When he actually had some good money, he’d invest in going over there to see what it was like. He’d always been attracted to Russia.

“Da. The Motherlands are beautiful.”

He loved Russia. It was a beautiful country. Sometimes he wanted to return. But he liked travelling too much. He’d have to go back and visit Russia at some point in the distant future. He wondered idly if Belial had been there and whether or not she’d like to come with him.

The Lycan blinked when his gaze started to get a little fuzzy, lifting a hand to rub his forehead. How strange.

His mind went black soon after and he didn’t remember what happened; everything went by far too quick.
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Zakhar’s eyes blinked open and he looked around groggily.

Where was he?

He could hear screaming and laughter. He could hear begging and pleading.

The Lycan tried to focus and after a few moments succeeded in his efforts. Everything was upside down. No… Everything was the right way up; he was upside down. He was suspended by his ankles, naked bar his tight fitting boxer briefs.

There were others tied up like he was, suspended by their ankles, arms tied together behind their backs. Some were asleep, some awake. The ones that were awake were screaming and crying, begging to be released.

What was happening?

Taking the load of new potential Slaves to the warehouse had been easy enough.

Tying them all up naked bar their underwear upside down from the rafters had also been easy enough.

It was waiting for them all to wake up that was the difficult part. The group got bored easily and waiting for them to wake up so they could begin their training before selling them was boring. They wanted to play.

They had each managed to draw in one new Slave. They had picked which Slave they were going to train and were each waiting for their Slave to awaken so they could have some fun.

Adriano grinned when his Slave’s eyes slid open. Excellent. Let the fun begin. “Zakhar, Zakhar. Don’t you look pretty all tied up like this?” He stepped forwards, one hand reaching out to caress the Lycan’s thigh before slapping it harshly. “I‘m going to have my fun with you. Its going to be even more fun than others. You‘re already a Slave. Just my luck! I can play harder with you.”

Slaves had already been exposed to some torture. He got to play rougher with existing Slaves. He had been extremely lucky to find Zakhar.

“I even left your collar on so this can feel like a Session with your beloved Master.” He stepped back away from the bound Russian to pick up a needle and a ring with a grin.

He pulled the Lycan’s member out of his boxer briefs and ran the needle along it until it reached the head. “Let‘s decorate you, little Lycan.” He forced the needle through his skin, piercing it roughly with a hum before tossing the needle aside and sliding the ring through the newly made hole. He didn’t bother wiping the little bit of blood that had seeped from the wound off his hand.

“Not pretty enough…” Adrian turned, picking up a Y-chain. “It‘s a shame you already have your nipples pierced, Zakhar. I‘d have loved to do them, too.” The Vampire attached each end of the chain to a piercing. The chain was just a little too small for any slack, straining the piercing against the Lycan’s skin, tugging uncomfortably at the new piercing.

“Still not what I want…” He pursed his lips and cocked his head to the side before clicking his fingers. He picked up two medium weights, grinning down at the Wolf glaring up at him as he hooked them to the chains attached to his nipples, watching as they tugged at the chains and weighed them down, pulling even more at the new piercing. “There we go. That looks amazing, doesn‘t it, Zakhar?”

The Lycan’s eye turned up to Adriano when he stepped forwards.

Adrian?

What was going on?

When the man began to speak, the Lycan’s eyes slid shut. Sex trafficking. Just brilliant. How had he managed to draw the attention of a sex trafficker just going out for a drink? Especially now that he belonged to someone.

Belial was going to be pissed with him for not being more careful and getting himself stolen away. What sort of punishment would his Master think up for him? He didn’t even want to think about it.

The Lycan hissed when his thigh was slapped, eyes narrowing as they turned up to the Vampire again. He was already a Slave. Didn’t that raise any warning bells? Didn’t he have any morals? He was just going to steal another man’s Slave? That was crazy. That was suicidal. Stealing other peoples Slaves resulted in death constantly. Cold blooded murder.

So this could feel like a Session with Belial? Not a chance. This would never feel like a Session with Belial. This was sickening.

Zakhar flinched when he felt the needle pierce his skin. He could have been a little more gentle. Adrian had a penis of his own; he should know how sensitive they were.

He shifted a little when the chain attached to his piercing tugged at them painfully.

He flinched when the weights were hooked onto him, clenching his teeth. He wouldn’t give Adrian the satisfaction of hearing him make a sound. It’d please him more and that thought sickened him.

“Not even a whimper, Zakhar? You disappoint me.”

Adrian’s hand slid over the Lycan’s thigh before moving down to caress his balls through his underwear. “Perhaps I should try a little harder.”

The Vampire turned back to the table that had housed the piercing equipment that he used, eyes trailing over it until he found what he wanted. His eyes lit up as he turned back around holding a vibrator. He crouched in front of the suspended Wolf, grinning slightly as he forced the toy into his mouth. “Get it wet.”

After a few moments he stood, pulling the toy from Zakhar’s mouth and effortlessly tearing his boxer briefs, tossing the black material aside. He pressed the wet vibrator to the Russian’s entrance, turning it to its highest setting as he forced it deep inside of him.

He stood back and just watched Zakhar silently for a while. It was such a pretty sight. But he didn’t like the lack of noise. He wanted to make him scream out like the other Slaves were doing around them. How could he do that?

“Oh! I know. I didn‘t think we‘d get to use it tonight, but since you‘re trained…”

Adrian disappeared for a moment, returning soon after with a heavy machine. “Ever played with electricity before, little Lycan?” The Vampire shrugged as he stuck pads on the Wolf’s inner thighs, dangerously close to his slowly growing arousal. Good, the Lycan was getting aroused. He was a masochist. He would do well as a Slave if he was a masochist. He could get a lot of Money from Zakhar.

The Vampire knelt and attached clamps to the Russian’s nipples with a little hum. “It doesn‘t matter if you haven‘t. You‘ll learn how it feels very soon.”

Adrian crouched back and turned a dial on the machine attached to the clamps and pads by wires, grinning widely as he watched the younger man’s reaction.

Good. He didn’t want to please the Vampire. He didn’t want the vampire to feel any sort of joy from Zakhar’s actions.

He gagged when he felt the plastic being shoved into his mouth. He hadn’t expected that. He coughed slightly, trying to recover as he began licking the toy, trying to get it as wet as possible.

Despite himself, the Lycan groaned when the toy was thrust into him. The vibrating of the toy felt good and he could slowly feel himself getting aroused.

Zakhar swallowed when he caught sight of the machine. Electrosex. Yes, he had played with electricity before. He both loved and hated it. It was so painful but it aroused him so much. He didn’t want Adrian to use it against him. He didn’t want the vampire to see him so aroused.

The Lycan threw his head back and howled in pain when the Vampire turned the dial.

He wasn’t being careful. That was a very high voltage he had started on. Not many people could stand that unless they were train. Even Zakhar was finding it too painful. He could feel the painful tears pricking in his eyes.

He could also feel himself becoming more and more aroused.

Adriano gave a gleeful laugh when Zakhar screamed.

Oh, that was such a beautiful noise. He loved it. He wanted to hear more.

The Vampire experimented, turning the dial, changing the strength of the electricity coursing through the pads and clamps. Depending on how high he had the voltage, Zakhar’s screamed varied in volume. How amusing.

He played for a little longer before setting the voltage to a low pleasurable thrum. He’d tease and please the Lycan until he couldn’t stand it any longer then go back to torturing him.

Adrian moved away from the machine, standing in front of Zakhar, smirking as he watched him writhe.

“You sound so good screaming. And you look so good with all those toys.” He leaned forwards, tongue lapping out over his erection. “And you‘re so hard. Do you want to come, Zakhar?”

His hand slid up the Lycan’s side, straying from its path to give the chain a tug, tearing the skin around the piercing a little before rising to start thrusting the vibrator in and out of the man’s ass quickly. He wanted to wind him up to the point that he was sobbing.

Each shift of the dial resulted in a pained scream of different volumes.

Adrian liked to torture people and didn’t care about their pleasure while doing so. That much was painfully obvious from the way that he laughed gleefully.

He moaned and writhed in his bonds as the machine was set to a low setting. Oh God…

A hiss sounded when he felt his skin tear. He could feel blood seeping from the torn skin and rolling over the contours of his muscular stomach and chest.

He whimpered and writhed as the tongue laved over his skin and the vibrator was thrust in and out of him. Holy fuck. He could feel himself drawing closer and closer to that edge that made him feel disgusted. It wasn’t his Mistress or Master making him want to come like this. It was a random stranger that wanted to sell him.

The blood rolled over his neck and over the contours of the collar, staining the silver metal of the plaque.

Belial sat at the large board room desk chuckling to himself softly as the humans argued about the prices of their stocks in comparison to a rival company.

"Gentlemen stop your bitching immediately."
He spoke calmly, the room immediately fell silent and a smirk curled at his lips.

"Luckily for us the CEO of KMG incorporated will die of a heart attack tonight, their stocks will fall and ours will sky rocket as consumers place their trust in us.
Now if you will excuse me, I have a phone call."

He added as he rose from his seat, looking down at the back of his hand the same rune that could be found on his back was blazing across it.

He could feel it even before the rune appeared, a sort of pulling that tugged him towards the blood ritual, he was being summoned.

A normal summons would not have placed that mark on his hand, Zakhar was calling for him, a soft growl rumbled in his chest as he exited the room and vanished instantly.

He had not expected the Lycan to have to use the rune so soon, they had only been together for little over week now and he had already gotten himself into trouble.

Back in the warehouse a loud rumbling noise slowly filled the room, getting progressively louder and more violent as the room began to shake.

The air in the room got thicker, more dense, making it difficult for all the occupants of it to breathe as the Demon's angry aura bore down upon the building.

One by one each of the lights in the building flickered before bursting, showering them with glass, hitting everyone except those who were currently strung up by their ankles.

"Good evening Gentlemen."
Chimed a deep calm voice as Belial stepped out of the shadows, the Demon only partly visible through the darkness of night, the moonlight catching his pale skin.

"It seems you have something of mine and I would very much like him back."

Belial's hands tucked into his pockets as he stood, his vibrant purple eyes cutting through the darkness, glowing eerily as he stared up at Zakhar.

It may have been five or more against one but these men had no idea just how out numbered they were, they had managed to get the attention of a rather possessive Lord of Hell.

"Zakhar."
He said soft but sternly, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

"Have they hurt you?"
He asked, staring into the Lycan's silver eye, he already knew the answer and these men would pay dearly for taking his Slave.

Adriano had just picked up a crop when the room started to shake.

His brows furrowed as he looked around in confusion. What was that? It couldn't be an earthquake...could it? No, this wasn't strong enough to be an earthquake. It wasn't like any he had felt before.

He lifted an arm to shield himself from the glass as it showered down around them. He ignored the screams of both Slaves and Masters as he continued to ponder over what was happening.

The Vampires eyes narrowed when they caught the sliver of pale skin in the shadows. "How did you get in here?" This place was locked up tight, he had made sure of it personally.

Something of... They had only picked up two men tonight. His eyes flickered to one of the men, still asleep, how pathetic. Then his gaze turned to the Lycan, writhing in his bonds, panting and moaning heavily as he was tortured to orgasm.

Zakhar had a Master.

He cursed and yelled out an order to scatter, taking off towards one of few emergency exits he had scoped out or made when they had been setting the warehouse up. Only now did he remember why the marking on his Slave's collar looked familiar.

A Demon.

Zakhar barely noticed when the lights burst and showered the Masters in glass. He couldn't afford to concentrate on that. He was too busy concentrating on not coming.

When Belial found him, he at least wanted to say that he hadn't come from the sexual torture they had inflicted on him. It wouldn't be enough to stop punishment, but it would be something.

The Lycan did, however, notice when Belial's voice cut through the air. He heard it above all the screams and the buzzing of the toy throbbing inside of him.

He gasped out in utter pleasure as his concentration slipped and he felt the full force of the pleasurable torture being inflicted on his body from the toy inside him, to the harsh tug of his new piercing to the thrum of electricity flowing through him.

"Y-yes, Master," he moaned loudly, biting his lip sharply.

I'm sorry, Master, but I can't pay attention to you, he thought mournfully as he tried to force his mind back into the place it had been moments before. Back to where he could attempt to withstand the torture being afflicted on him.

He wanted to prove to Belial that it was only him and his touch that could make him come. If someone inflicted torture like this on him, it wouldn't hold the same effect that Belial inflicting the same torture would.

His body shook with the effort it took to hold himself back and his teeth sank into his lip. He had to do this. He couldn't come. He couldn't.

Belial swept his arms through the air and all the doors slammed shut as soon as anyone tried to open them.

Watching one of the younger Vampire's attempt to open the door made Belial's eyes narrow, no one would be leaving here until he permitted them to.

The sounds of the fledgling screaming out in agony erupted through all the other yells and cries.

The Vampire fell to the floor and Belial's furious gaze bore into him as he muttered a soft chant under his breath.

The man writhed and cried out on the floor before his body burst apart.
Belial was mad and he had no regard for anyone else at the moment.
The Vampire literally exploded in a grotesque and horrifying splatter of blood and innards, his body parts spraying out over the rest of the Masters and the exit door.

As his blood ran down the door it replicated the Demon's symbol as a warning to those that tried to leave.

"No one is leaving this room until they have my permission to do so.

Sit. Down."

He ordered firmly as he stared down at the group that had scatter around the room trying to escape.
His eyes landed on Adriano, the leader of this little group, if any of them resisted him they would meet the same fate as the young fledgling, decorating the walls of this place with their blood.

Belial's features calmed slightly as he moved over to where Zakhar was hanging, his hand caressed the Lycan's body with soft touches.

He would punish the Lycan for getting captured in a moment but first he would put an end to the torture that someone else had put on his Slave, if anyone was going to torture Zakhar it would be him, by his own means.

His hand searched for the vibrator inside of him, thrusting it into him in fast, firm pumps as his tongue lapped up the blood on his body, starting at his neck and trailing up his torso until his tongue stroked against the Lycan's member.

His tongue caressed the head of Zakhar's member, sucking on it softly as he maneuvered around the chain and piercing.

"Come for me Zakhar, hard."
He ordered in a deep husky tone.

His captors could sit and watched the Slave get pleasured while they faced their inevitable deaths.

Zakhar gave a soft whimper when Belial began touching him softly.

No. He didn't want Belial to pleasure him on top of this torture. He wanted Belial to strip him of all the equipment and start again. Pleasure and torture him by his own means, not by working around someone else's methods.

He moaned loudly, body jerking as Belial thrust the vibrator in and out of him quickly, hips attempting and failing to move against the toy with a pathetic little whine.

His mouth fell open and he gave a breathless oath when Belial started sucking his head. The Demon could probably taste his Slave's blood as he sucked. Did he enjoy the taste of blood?

Did he enjoy the taste of his blood?

Zakhar had been holding it in for so long that there wasn't a pause after Belial gave the order. The Demon gave the order and the Lycan complied immediately.

His body tensed and he gave a loud, hoarse cry as he came hard.

Belial's lips curled up in a smile as the Lycan came under his touch without hesitation, he had been trying so hard not to come for these men, that knowledge had a purr rumbling in his chest.

The Demon reached up and slowly pulled the vibrator out of the man, clicking it off and setting it to the side as he removed the E-stim machine and the chain that linked his piercings.

Leaning down he scooped up Zakhar's torso in his arms, holding the man to his chest as he reached up with one arm and unchained his legs, catching the man's lower body before he fell.

He sat down on the floor, cradling the Lycan in his arms as he stroked his hand through the man's dark raven hair.

"You did very well Zakhar, I'm proud of you."
He cooed in a soft tone and he kissed the Lycan, the taste of his blood still present on the Demon's lips.

"You."
He said sternly looking back over at Adriano.
"Come here at once, don't make me wait."
He added with a growl as his hands continued to pet and stroke Zakhar's hair and neck softly.

Zakhar gave a low moan when the toy was pulled out of him.

He inhaled deeply and then exhaled, body relaxing a little when the pads and clamps, chain and weights were removed.

All that he was left in were the restraints keeping his arms behind his back.

Zakhar nuzzled against Belial's chest, purring softly as his fingers ran through his dark hair.

Belial was proud of him. Those few words meant a whole lot more than everything else the Demon had said or done for him. Even in a terrible situation like this, he was proud of him.

He kissed the Demon back gently, trying to show him how thankful he was for his Masters approval in just his actions.

Adriano flinched when Belial's eyes settled on him.

What Demon was he? Was he powerful, was he weak? Did he have a name or wasn't he important enough for that?

He wished he had some salt on him. Something to ward him away. But he didn't. Demons didn't usually hang around nowadays. He didn't think he needed protection from them.

He stood reluctantly and walked slowly towards the Demon.

What did he want from him? The closer Adriano got, the more scared he was becoming. He was a thousand years old but he was no match for a Demon.

He gave Zakhar one more gentle kiss, stroking the Lycan's cheek tenderly as the Vampire approached him.

"Kneel down."
He ordered as he looked the Vampire in the eyes, his sinister violet gaze baring into the man.

"My name is Belial, Zakhar here just happens to be my Slave and by the looks of it, you were not very kind to my Lycan.
I am very protective of him so you can imagine by what I did to your friend over there just how angry I am with you right now."

He added, his eyes narrowing as he continued to stroke Zakhar gently.

"Unless you want to be painting the walls with your gizzards you will not lay another finger on him.
However, as you can see Zakhar made a bit of a mess on himself when I made him come.
Lick him clean."

He demanded, this Vampire would lick every drop of semen off of the Lycan until he was clean.
The Vampire had tried to dominate Zakhar and as such he would now serve Zakhar until the Demon got bored of his presence, chances being that he would get bored of him very quickly.

Belial's hand slipped down Zakhar's back and untied the chains around his wrists, freeing him as his eyes stayed narrowed on the Vampire.

Adriano knelt, glaring back into the Demon's eyes.

Belial... He felt sick. Belial the Demon that fell before even Lucifer? Why did such a powerful Demon have an interest in a little Wolf like that? There were so many more interesting people in the world.

When he made him come? No, Adriano had given him all the stimulation. He had made him come. And he had made him come hard.

He was pleased with that, at least. Just a little longer and he would have forced that orgasm out of him himself.

Adriano snorted at the order. There was no chance he'd stoop so low.

"No?
Look at that Zakhar, a Vampire that's too proud to save himself, that's a shame, I happen to think that you taste wonderful."

He purred softly in the Lycan's ear as he kissed his neck tenderly.

"By that look on your face am I right in guessing that you know who I am?
Well then, you should know that death will bring no relief for you, not the kind of death that I am giving you."

The Demon's hand reached out swiftly as he gripped the Vampire's throat, pulling him in an pressing their lips together.

A Devil's kiss, Belial was sucking out the Vampire's very soul and consuming it, devouring him into the black void that was stomach. Adriano had a cleaner death than the Vampire before him but he would spend eternity tormented and trapped inside of the Demon.

He tossed away the Vampire's limp and lifeless body before his eyes turned back to Zakhar, he wondered what the man thought of him after seeing what he was capable of.

Belial kept his eyes locked onto the Lycan's as he waved his hand and what was left of the little group of hunters disintegrated into dust.

"How did you get captured?"
He asked as he watched the Lycan intently.