[M] A Night Out To Remember

Zakhar's eyes slid shut as he nuzzled closer to the Demon. He was proud of him and he liked how he tasted.

Belial was showering him with compliments at the moment. He didn't know whether he should have been thankful or worried. Was Belial soothing him? Or was he just keeping him calm before he started punishing him?

He didn't know.

Zakhar flinched when Belial kissed the Vampire, turning his face away so he didn't have to watch. He was a jealous man and, though he didn't have the right to be, he was jealous of his Master kissing anyone else.

The Lycan bowed his head when his Master's attention turned back to him.

"They spiked my drink, Master." He had been too relaxed, not suspicious enough to think they would do something to him. Just someone that started talking to him in a bar.

"You were extremely lucky tonight that they were stupid enough to leave your collar on and make you bleed.
I will not tolerate you getting yourself into these types of situations.
Tonight I have slaughtered five Vampires for you, I did it for you and you could not even stand to watch."

He spoke sternly, gazing down at Zakhar as he bowed his head, the Lycan knew that he was in trouble.

"I've lived on Earth for a very long time without detection, stupid things like this draw unwanted attention to me.

You've redeemed yourself somewhat by not coming despite how they tortured you but you will still be punished for not being vigilant enough to avoid what happened tonight."

Yes he had been lucky.

And yes he had been stupid.

It seemed that he did so much to disappoint and anger his Master but so little to please him. Why was Belial keeping him around if he kept disappointing him like this? He didn't understand it.

If he had a Slave that caused as much trouble as he did for Belial, he would have let them go already.

"I'm sorry, Master." He seemed to be saying it so much lately that even with all the emotion behind it, the statement was losing its value. He needed to stop doing things that needed to be apologised for.

"You are going to pay me back for having interrupted me and dragging me down here to clean up your mess."

Belial did not like being disturbed, granted he had given the Lycan his collar for situations just like this one, he had simply hoped that he would never had to use it but the Demon should've know that a man with scars like that had a habit of finding trouble.

"I think it is only fitting that your punishment take place here, they seem to be well stocked at least."

He added as he rose to his feet, dragging the Lycan with him.

He was going to have to pay him back.

He knew that before even thinking it. Zakhar was going to have to pay Belial back for that. He couldn't not. He would find a way to do it himself if Belial didn't.

His punishment was going to happen here?

Zakhar would much rather the punishment be back at the Mansion. He didn't want to stay here for long.

But Belial had decided it would be here and he had no choice but to accept it.

Belial looped his finger in the front of Zakhar's collar and pulled him to his feet before letting go and walking over to the pegasus bench that was tucked away on the far side of the room.

He gave the leather cushion a pat, indicating that he wanted the Lycan to lay down on his back.

Zakhar loved gentle petting and stroking, there would be none of that tonight, he had caused the Demon trouble and as such would be denied the pleasures that a well trained slave would have earned.

Once Zakhar was laying down he strapped the man's arms out by his sides and bent his legs, wrapping the cuffs around his ankles and chaining him to the metal bars so his legs were spread and bent.

Belial walked over to one of the tables and picked up a crop and some leather strapping before making his way back over to the man.

He folded the leather over and moved Zakhar's mouth so it was open before wrapping the leather around his head and between his teeth, gagging him before tying it off.

He would have the Lycan screaming and didn't want him biting his tongue or splitting his lip open.

Zakhar laid down on the bench obediently, staying silent as he was strapped to it.

His eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling as his Master moved away to gather something to torture him with. There was no protest in his eyes or on his lips or in the language of his body.

He was all too willing for this because he knew he deserved it.

The Lycan's eyes turned up to Belial when he gagged him.

He knew the complications of this sort of gag. He knew why it would happen. His eyes slid shut as he resigned himself. He hadn't even tried to fight this.

He couldn't bring himself to after he had caused so much trouble for the Demon.

"After what you've seen tonight do you know what I am Zakhar?"
He asked out of curiosity, the Lycan would not understand his full nature yet since his name sparked no familiarity.

Perhaps he would sit the man down with a book about him so his Slave would know exactly who he was dealing with, perhaps then he would pull himself into line and stop misbehaving.

The crop came down across the Lycan's backside with startling ferocity, the loud crack of leather against skin echoing throughout the warehouse.

He struck the Lycan again, this time diagonally across the back of his thighs, hitting him with such force that the leather tore open his skin, streams of blood slowly dripping down his legs and backside.

After the power he had witnessed and the way he had killed people so effortlessly, he had been wondering.

Three things had come to his head immediately. He just didn't know which one Belial was, if any of them.

"No, Master," he tried to say around the gag. He didn't know what he was; he wouldn't pretend he did.

Zakhar cried out in shock when the crop met his skin. He hadn't been expecting a hit that fierce. The second strike was met with another cry of pain.

Instead of biting down on his lip like he usually would have done, his teeth sank into the leather.

"You'll be grateful for that gag soon enough, I'm only giving you one so don't chew through it too quickly."

Zakhar was in for a rough night, he would want to savor that leather for as long as he could make it last.

Belial continued to strike him repetitively, the Lycan would not be sitting comfortable for the next few days.

Leather cracked against tender skin harshly until the entirety of Zakhar's backside and the back of his thighs were covered in blistering welts, many of which wept blood down his legs.

Belial was frustrated, that much was evident by how he took it out on Zakhar's backside, the Demon had been ruthless whilst striking him over and over regardless of how much the Lycan cried out, he would learn his lesson the hard way.

He gave the man one last fierce smack across the backside before dropping the crop, panting softly from the effort of working him over like that.

Each hit of the crop had Zakhar crying out.

Belial wasn't being gentle. Not at all. He was using the strength that had been able to pin him against the wall that first night in the dungeon. He could feel the strength behind each strike and each strike was painfully beyond belief.

He definitely wouldn't be sitting very often in the next couple days.

By the sixth strike, tears started streaking down his cheeks.

His throat was raw and his cries were hoarse with overuse.

Belial could not bring himself to feel pity for the Lycan as tears stained his face, the Demon had given him one major rule when they had first met.
He was not to be dominated by anyone else, that Vampire earlier seemed to be dominating him quite well and regardless of how the Lycan had resisted him, he had gotten himself into that situation.

The Demon leaned down as lapped his tongue across the lashes which had split open and bled down his thighs, his tongue soothing the marks beneath it as he cleared the skin of its crimson stain.

His tongue laved over the Lycan's entrance, he had yet to take the man in this form, now was a good time to do just that.

Belial's fingers circled Zakhar's entrance, rubbing up against him before he pushed two fingers firmly into him.

Zakhar didn't want the Demon's pity.

He deserved this punishment, he was going to take it no matter what Belial put him through. If the Demon pitied him when he didn't want it then Zakhar would probably do or say something stupid to get him angry again and punish him more. He didn't want pity.

Zakhar wanted the punishment. He wanted to feel like he had done something wrong. He wanted to feel like he needed to make it up to the man.

His eyes slid closed when Belial's tongue lapped out over his skin. This was the most gentle touch since the start of his punishment. He didn't expect these gentle touches to last long.

A soft moan sounded when the Demon's tongue lapped over him.

His head lolled back and he gave a low groan when two fingers pushed into him.

Belial thrust his fingers roughly into the Lycan, Zakhar had spent a fair amount of time upside down with that vibrator inside of him and he couldn't help but wonder just how much the Lycan could take before he broke down.

The Demon added a third finger and scissored them apart widely, stretching the man, preparing him for what he had planned for him.

Belial's free hand ran over the abused flesh of his thighs and backside, his blunt nails digging into the skin as he racked his nails down, scratching the welted and broken skin.

Zakhar groaned, hips pushing forwards against the fingers thrusting into him.

He moaned loudly when a third finger was added, his hips moving more frantically. After the stimulation of the vibrator inside of him, he wanted to feel more. He wanted to be fingered and fucked roughly.

The muscles in his legs tensed when the nails raked over his skin.

The mix of both pain and pleasure was intoxicating. He could feel himself getting aroused again.

A small smirk curled at the corner of Belial's lips as the Lycan thrust against his fingers, he had a feeling that Zakhar would not be moving as much shortly.

The Demon's free hand gripped onto the Lycan's hip firmly holding him down against the leather cushion as he added yet another finger, forcing the man to take four of them at a time as he thrust into him slowly until the man took all to way to his knuckles.

He thrust his hand deeply and slowly, spreading his fingers again to further stretch the Lycan.

After a few moments he pulled his fingers back slightly, roughly adding his thumb in too, stretching the Lycan painfully as he forced him to take his entire hand, pushing in deeply until the Lycan's entrance closed around his wrist.

Zakhar groaned loudly, hands fisting and toes curling as he bit into the leather in his mouth.

What was meant to be a painful and new experience was far from it.

He stretched easily around the Demon's hand. It was obvious that it had been done many times before; recently as well.

Zakhar was not new to the idea of fisting. He loved the feeling and by the way he moaned and writhed, hips jerking against the hand inside of him, it was obvious.

The last time the Lycan had been fisted was a little over a week ago. A few days before Belial had taken him as a Slave.

A soft chuckle left the Demon's mouth as he saw how Zakhar reacted to being fisted, not the reaction he was expecting, but not a bad one either.

He leaned over the man, his arm pushing in deeper as his hand clenched into a fist before unclenching as twisting inside of him, his finger wriggling around deep inside of the Lycan.

"Zakhar I didn't know you were such a little pain slut, a masochist yes but I didn't know that it went this far."

He muttered as he leaning against the man's body, putting pressure against his pelvis which directly pressed against the arm inside of him.

"I wonder who deep I could push into you until you can't take any more, my forearm? elbow perhaps?"
He asked in a seductive purr, clenching his hand as he began to thrust into him, pull back until he closed around his wrist before pushing back in, each thrust forcing the Demon's arms deeper and deeper.

Yes, he was a pain slut. He loved feeling pain more than he did pleasure.

"I'm your pain slut, Master," he moaned around the half chewed gag. Lycan teeth were much sharper than human teeth. His teeth had cut through the leather fairly easily.

Zakhar moaned when Belial leaned against his body.

How deep could he push in? Probably fairly deep. Zakhar hadn't every tested his limits but he had a very high tolerance for pain.

He moaned with each thrust, hips rocking against his Masters hand.

"You've nearly devoured that."
He replied as he pulled the leather from the man's mouth, snapping the last little bit that he had left, Zakhar could deal with mauling his own lip apart now.

"You are, you're my little pain slut and I am going to push you to your limits, then push you further until you can no longer take it and you have to plead for mercy, and if you plead hard enough, it might not fall on def ears."

He would completely ignore all cries and pleads for him to stop until the Demon was satisfied that the Lycan really was at the end of his rope.

Now he would begin, just how much could Zakhar handle.
The Demon pushed his arm in steadily, the man's entrance stretching further as he reached his forearm, the Demon's thick muscular arm making it more difficult for the Lycan to accept.

Zakhar gave a low purr at the Demon's words.

Though most people didn't like it, Zakhar loved being pushed beyond his limits. Alek had trained him to love every second of being tortured. He had been pushed beyond his limits many times in the past.

This was more of a test of trust than a punishment now in Zakhar's mind.

He trusted that the Demon wouldn't do anything to affect him too badly. He hoped that trust was well placed.

It wouldn't take much for Zakhar to terminate their contract if something too bad occurred. He knew the difference between being a pain slut and just being abused.

Zakhar groaned softly as the Demon's arm was pushed in further.

"Zakhar, you will tell me as soon as it becomes too much or if you are going to come."

He wanted to know how the Lycan's body was reacting before either of those two things happened so he could react accordingly.

Belial thrust his arm inside of the Lycan, clenching and unclenching his hand so that it move around deep inside of the Lycan so he could feel it stimulating his body.

The Demon gripped the Lycan's hid tightly and pushed in hard, forcing the man to take him in until his entrance closed around the middle of Belial's forearm.

"You're doing wonderfully Zakhar, your ass looks tight around my arm, it truly is a beautiful sight."

He spoke in his deep, husky tone as his leaned his head down, laving his tongue over the Lycan's tightly pulled ring of muscles.

"Yes, Master."

He knew he would most likely come before it got too painful. Zakhar's pain tolerance was exceedingly high. He may scream loudly, but he could be pushed to the point where the pain was enough to make another person feint or worse before he started finding it too much.

Pain and pleasure were very closely intertwined for the Lycan. He found himself enjoying being beaten just as much as being given an amazing blowjob.

Zakhar gave a loud moan in response to Belial's deep, husky purring and his hips jerked a little when his tongue lapped at his skin.

Oh God, if Belial kept talking like that while he was doing this, Zakhar would be finding himself telling the Demon he was going to come very quickly.

He knew one of the Lycan's weaknesses was dirty talk, his words got to him, the Lycan had a good imagination and he knew that Zakhar could picture every detail that he muttered to him in vivid detail, he would have to test one day if he could get the Lycan off without any touch what so ever, lulling him into an inescapable climax with just his words.

He pushed his arm in further, the saliva he had laved around the Lycan's ring providing enough moister that pushing in deeper became a slightly easier task for the Demon, after all he did not want to tear Zakhar because he had no lubricated him.

Tearing his entrance would take quite a while to repair and he didn't not want to wait day for him to heal enough to fuck him.

"With an ass as well trained as your I could ride you for days nonstop and you would be able to handle it wouldn't you.
I wonder just how many times I could force you to orgasm before it all became too much as you passed out from exhaustion."

He gave his arm a sharp thrust, forcing it in another inch further before thrusting it slightly.

"Yes, Master," he gasped. He'd be able to handle it.

Oh God.

A Session with Belial that could last days and many climaxes. Zakhar writhed a little with a purr. That thought was amazing. He'd try and keep himself awake and going for as long as he could. The longest amount of time he had gone without sleep was eight days. But without sleep and being constantly fucked?

It had never happened. He wanted to know how long he could last.

Zakhar's back arched when his arm was forced another inch into him and he groaned loudly, biting into his lip.

Not yet. He wouldn't come just yet. But he was so close.