[M] Mating season begins with a special surprise.

Zakhar gave a low groan when Alice's teeth bit into his neck.

He'd be covered in marks by the time this was over. His skin would be covered in hickies, bite marks, scratch marks. So many marks of possession. So many people servicing him.

The Lycan's eyes dropped down to the girl that stood in front of him.

She was pretty, yes, but Zakhar's taste in women was much different. He preferred tanned skin and dark hair. He thought she was pretty, but not beautiful in his eyes.

But that didn't bother him. She was going to fuck him; he didn't need to like her appearance to get a good fuck.

Zakhar groaned loudly, thrusting his hips as she moved down against him.

"Spasibo, spasibo, spasibo," he murmured softly, reverting back to his mother tongue in his passions.

The girl gave a loud moan as he began to thrust, her body moved harder and faster against him.

She looked at him with lust filled eyes as he lips parted, the small points of fangs peaking out from behind her plump, pink lips.

A dusting of pink blushed across her cheeks as she moved harder and faster, he was her first Lycan and she planned of making the best of it.

Watching Zakhar getting serviced had Belial aroused as he found himself idly stroking his own crotch through the fabric of his pants without realizing it.

Alice and her twins continued to stroke, lick and bite at Zakhar's skin.
Their mouths and hands traveled everywhere that was free to roam, his neck, back, legs and ears, all being teasing and touched while he was fucked by the Vampire girl.

Fangs. A Vampire.

A Submissive Vampire at that. He never thought he'd see the day. Vampires were prideful beings; he didn't think any of them would lower themselves to be below someone in such a way.

He had had Vampires before. He had beaten them into submission, much to their disgust.

That wasn't happening now, though. An already Submissive Vampire was using him like he would have otherwise used her. It was degrading being used by Submissives.

But the thought of someone else fucking him with his Master watching, no matter who it was fucking him, was arousing.

His gaze turned from the girl clinging to his waist and shoulders and settled on the Demon, groaning softly as he watched him stroke himself through his pants. Watching Belial watch him was both embarrassing and erotic.

To give his Master more of a show, the slight thrusting of his hips sped up and his head tilted back with a low, husky groan.

Belial's eyes bore into the Lycan, seeing him being pleasured by others both aroused and irritated him, he didn't like other people touching what was his but the show in front of him had the Demon yearning more than he had is quite some time.

He wanted the Lycan, he wanted him so badly that it made his body ache.

Despite this Belial would wait, he wanted to see the Lycan come over and over by the multiple methods of those who were sitting on the edge of their seats, waiting for an opening so that they might have a go with Zakhar.

The fledgling gave a long moan as the Lycan thrusted, her body clung to his, trembling with excitement and slick with sweat as she moved against him, her hot body around his, moving against him roughly.

The Lycan gave a soft whine when the trembling body of the Vampire girl began to thrust more roughly against him.

He could feel the pooling heat in the pit of his stomach ignite.

Zakhar was going to come. He was going to come very soon.

The Russian gripped the chains keeping him upright tightly, back arching with a loud moan as his hips jerked against the girl. He slumped a little after he had come, panting softly.

It had been Alice that set him off with a particularly rough bite to his shoulder.

His eyes strayed to Belial once again as he forced himself to stand proud again, chest still heaving in soft pants.

The Vampire gave a loud moan as the Lycan jerked and came, her own Master hadn't given her permission to come, as such she reluctantly moved off of the Lycan.

Leaning over to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek before scampering back off to her own table, a rather proud grin now gracing her lips.

Belial sat watching the entire scene, the sounds of Zakhar's moans echoed through the room and had grabbed everyone's attention, he always did come magnificently, it was truly a joy to watch.

The Demon's hand continued to rub himself through the fabric of his pants.

"Can you feel it Zakhar, the heavy weight in your backside? when you finally can not take any more of this I am going to tear that out of you and take you myself, in front of all these people.
I'll expose every part of you so everyone can see me claim you, completely."

Belial muttered his words in a low, hushed tone, Zakhar was the only Lycan here and he knew that he would be the only one who would be able to hear his words.

A man stood up in the back row, striding towards the stage briskly, heavy boots tapping the ground. The slightly younger, less confident-looking man sat beside him quickly scrambled to his feet, jolting out of his trance to follow him, having to almost run to keep up with the brisk strides.

"Sbrigati." the elder man ordered, not looking back at his slave following behind as he climbed the steps to the stage.

He stopped to brush the long, thin blond strands of hair away from his face as he watched Zakhar for a moment before clicking his fingers impatiently at the boy.

"Abele." His voice was impatient as his fingertips traced a long, feathery line up the inside of the lycan's thigh, shooting his slave a warning glance as he brought his hand down on Zakhar's skin forcefully.

Abele crossed the stage to stand next to his master, head bowed. "Mi dispiace, padrone."

The man leaned over to whisper something in the boy's ear, who nodded and crouched down, tongue tentatively lapping out over the head of Zakhar's arousal. The blond stepped forwards, giving a light kick to Abele's backside, who responded with a surprised yelp, taking Zakhar deeper into his mouth, bobbing his head lightly, eyes screwed up in concentration.

His master stepped back again, circling the man predatorially. Bending down, his teeth sank deeply into the flesh of Zakhar's behind, the blunt teeth tearing the skin slightly as he pulled away, leaving a weeping wound.


Translations: "Hurry up."
"I'm sorry, Master."

Zakhar soon found himself aroused again as the twins and Alice continued to stroke and tease him gently. He liked these little touches; they were enough to get him aroused but they weren't enough to make him come.

Right now, the torture of being aroused but being denied the ability to come until someone got bold enough to hit or bite or use a toy on him was absolutely exquisite.

He gave a soft gasp when a hand came down on his thigh sharply, eyes flickering open to gaze at the man as he turned his had to glare at his Slave.

"Un Master e uno slave, mi sento onorato," he murmured softly, lips quirking upwards. To be pleasured by a Slave and tortured by a Master was a good experience. A few times he had allowed himself to experience it and not once had he been disappointed.

The Lycan gave a soft purr when the tongue lapped over his head, hips pressing forwards a little. He moaned when the boy - Abele? - took him deeper into his mouth.

His hips jerked and he gave a shocked noise when teeth sank into his flesh hard enough to tear the skin.
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A Master and a Slave; I feel honoured

Secretly, he picked up a flogger, hiding it behind his back.

Constantin climbed to his feet again, leaning forwards to trail his teeth down the side of Zakhar's neck, tongue darting out over the skin. his tongue lapped over the lobe of the man's ear, giving it a gentle tug between his teeth.

"Your Master is lucky." he purred softly. His voice had an odd timbre to it. Somehow, it managed to trace the fine line between silky soft and hard, cold, almost metallic.

"Can you see him watching you? Do you enjoy feeling his eyes on you while we do this to you?"

He brought the flogger down on the man's back harshly. Surprise had always been his favourite weapon. It was something everyone reacted differently to, and it always caught people when they were unsuspecting, vulnerable.

Abele gave a muffled noise of surprise as Zakhar's body jerked forward, the man's arousal hitting the back of his throat.

"No, I am lucky to have Master like him." His voice was thick and husky and laced with his dark Russian accent.

His eyes searched out Belial. Belial was a strong man; someone that he would happily rely on and submit himself completely to. Zakhar was lucky to have met such an outstanding Master.

A soft moan sounded as the man murmured in his ear.

Did he enjoy watching Belial watch him? Yes, he did. Knowing that Belial knew that he was this eager to please him; that he would do anything the Demon wanted of him was something that he'd never be able to explain in words.

Belial could see him here, vulnerable and aroused. He could see others using him - warming him up for when Belial decides he wants to take him. "D-Da," he purred softly. He loved it.

Zakhar's body jerked when the flogger hit his skin and he let out a loud, shocked gasp that was definitely not pained.

Pain, whether he was expecting it or not, drew a very prominent reaction from the Russian. He writhed, clenching the muscles of his backside, hips thrusting forwards into Abele's mouth. The joint feeling of the plug moving inside of him and the wet heat of Abele's mouth was bliss.

His lips parted and he gave a low groan.

A smirk of satisfaction creased his mouth, though the rest of his features remained completely frozen.

"Good."

His fingertips stroked gently over the lash marks, circling the bite slowly. And brought the flogger down on the skin again, even more harshly than before.

An expression of irritation flit across his face as he heard a muffled gagging noise come from Abele and he strode around to crouch over him, one hand on the back of the man's neck, pushing him down.

"Ti ho detto che si potrebbe strozzo?" he murmured softly in Abele's ear.

Another crack rang across the street again, this time, from the flogger hitting Abele's back. The boy lurched forwards, forcing him to take the man's arousal further inside his mouth with a choked noise.

Constantin's hand slid into the brown locks, forcing him to take Zakhar further, moving his head quickly. The flogger cracked down on Zakhar's behind again painfully, not slowing the pace that he moved Abele's head.

(Translation: "Did I tell you that you could gag?")

Zakhar whined loudly, body jerking when he was lashed again.

He loved it. He loved feeling the leather of the flogger lashing against his skin; hearing the collision of flesh and leather; feeling the stinging heat of the skin that had been lashed; hearing the boy between his legs gag as he jerked in his mouth.

A purr sounded when Constantin murmured in the boy's ear.

Constantin was strict. He tolerated nothing less than what was ordered of his Slaves. Zakhar's eyes flitted to Belial. Would he start doing that to him? Would Belial start demanding specifics and beat him when he didn't comply?

The Russian hoped so.

He wanted to be owned entirely. He wanted every action dictated for him. He wanted to fulfil Belial's needs completely and do exactly what the Demon asked of him to the letter; to be beaten and punished for not doing exactly what he said when he messed up.

He wanted the utter thrill of being controlled so completely.

Zakhar groaned when Constantin forced Abele to take him deeper, head lolling back as his eyes slid closed again.

The Lycan jerked with a cry when the flogger cracked against his skin, coming with a loud cry and a violent jerk.

Belial sat, watching the show with keen eyes which narrowed in on this Master who he was yet to meet.

He was strict, very strict, watching him work over his Slave like that had a smirk pulling at his lips, watching the boy getting punished had him purring darkly, he would be remembering this once the month was over.

In the Demon's mind Zakhar was racking up a large debt that had to be repaid, while in heat there was very little that could be done about misbehaviours because nothing could get through to the Lycan.

As such Zakhar would be making it up to him when this was all over with complete and utter submission, there would be no lashing out, no back chatting, none of that, Zakhar had been given too much freedom in his presence as of late.

The Demon's eyes caught Zakhar's, his dark purple irises gleamed and it was quite obvious from his smirk what he was thinking.

The boy let out a muffled noise as Zakhar came in his mouth, and gazed up at his Master with large, questioning brown eyes.

"E mandar giù." Constantin ordered, a little more gently this time.

His hand began to weave through the brunet locks gently, tucking one behind Abele's ear. And then pushed him forwards again.

"Pulirelo."

Abele obeyed, tongue tentatively trailing over the man's length and lapping over the slit. He didn't enjoy licking a complete stranger clean, but if his Master ordered it, then he would do so.

Constantin walked back behind Zakhar again, and a hand fisted in his hair tightly, pulling his head back.

"I didn't tell you to come. You disappoint me, I thought you were better trained than that."

He turned the flogger over his hand in thought, eyes trailing over it. Zakhar had a high pain tolerance. He would need something a little stronger than a flogger to really get to him.

Striding back over to the pile of toys, he rooted through them, finally emerging with a cock ring. His lip twitched. It was an e-stim ring. That would work well.

He strode back over, tapping Abele lightly on the back of the neck. Knowing what it meant, the boy pulled away, remaining in a kneeling position.

Constantin slid the ring onto Zakhar's arousal, and pushed the button.


(Translation: "Swallow it.")
"Clean him"

Zakhar panted softly as Abele cleaned him slowly.

His eyes met with Constantin's when he yanked his head back before darting to Belial, staring at him sharply.

He wasn't prepared for this. He wasn't Constantine's Slave. He didn't do what he said. He did as Belial ordered him to. Belial hadn't ordered him to not come so he was going to come freely.

And he was in his Heat. He couldn't control himself as well while in Heat. He never could. He was just far too sensitive to try and control himself right now. As much as he enjoyed pain, he didn't want to be punished for something he had no control over.

Belial should have told them that he was on Heat and thus couldn't be expected to hold out his orgasms like he usually would have been able to.

The Lycan jerked with a groan when the ring was slid onto his arousal and turned on.

Belial rose to his feet as Zakhar looked at him, this Master was acting as if the Lycan belonged to him, he had told everyone that they could play with his Slave, not take him as their own.

The Demon walked forward slowly, those who were standing quickly moved out of his way.

"Zakhar is very well trained."
He muttered to the other Dominant, the Demon's arms crossing loosely over his exposed chest.
No one had the right to dictate how well his Slave was trained, Belial took personal offense to that.

"He is in heat, there is no way for him to contain himself and I did not tell him he could not come.
By all means play roughly with him, he is a pain slut after all, but do not punish my Slave."

He replied, his eyes narrowing slightly, punishing a Slave should fall to that Slave's Master, no one else.

The Demon took a few steps forward until he was face to face with the Lycan, gazing down at him.

He grasped onto the man's chin and kissed him deeply, letting the Lycan taste his passion for a moment before pulling away, he wasn't going to take him just yet.

Abele tensed a little as he caught Belial standing up out of the corner of his eye and glanced up at his own Master.

"Pa-Padrone-"

Constantin shot him a warning glare and the boy quietened, going back to lapping at Zakhar's thighs and arousal, eyes creased a little from the tingle of electricity.

The blond didn't bat an eyelid at Belial's words, only stepping back from Zakhar a little, one hand petting Abele's hair gently.

"Of course." he returned, a coldly polite smile flitting over his mouth. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to dominate both Master and Slave. Difficult, perhaps, but definitely not boring.

While Belial was kissing Zakhar, he crouched to trail his lips down his own slave's spine, hand sliding around his body to give him a few slow, teasing strokes. The boy let out a whine, jerking into his hand, drawing a shaky breath from the relief of finally being touched.

He straightened up again, and turned the knob on the remote, increasing the voltage.

Zakhar returned the kiss eagerly, once again leaning forwards in his bonds, trying to keep contact with the Demon even as he broke it and stepped back once again.

"Spasibo, Uchitelʹ. Spasibo," he murmured softly.

Now he didn't have to worry about being punished for things out of his control. Any pain he received would be torture not punishment.

That sat better with him than the punishments.

His head tossed back and his body arched, a groan sounding when the voltage was increased.

A soft smile graced his lips as the Lycan murmured and leaned forward, he was so eager for his touch.

Belial could not help himself, raising his hand to stroke Zakhar's cheek gently.

"Naslazhdaytesʹ etim Zakhar , ya khochu, chtoby vy polnostʹyu proveli ,
prezhde chem my pokinem eto mesto , prikhodyat stolʹko, skolʹko vam
budet ugodno, ya ne dopushchu nichego menʹshe."

He muttered to the Lycan in his mother tongue, the Demon's voice was deep and laced with seduction, he wanted nothing more than to see his Slave completely content before he took him home.

Belial shot the other Dominant a warning glance before walking back to his seat, already the Demon was not fond of the blond headed man.
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Enjoy this Zakhar, I want you completely spent before we leave this place, come as much as you please, I will not tolerate anything less.

Constantin returned Belial's gaze steadily, fighting to keep an amused smirk from his lips. He turned the voltage up a little higher, slowly, before walking back to Abele and kissing him deeply, giving his arousal a few more teasing strokes, thumb pressing down on the slit.

Abele shivered and whimpered softly. "Pera favore, Padrone."

The blond's lips twitched at the plead and he withdrew his hand, petting him on the head gently before striding back across the room. This time he knew what he wanted. He quickly picked up the estim vibrator and walked briskly back towards Abele, plunging it deeply inside him and turning it onto a fairly high setting.

The boy cried out softly, body jolting with the shock. His legs trembled beneath him as he glanced up at his Master, tongue trailing slowly over his lips.

"Andare avanti."

Abele hesitantly leaned forwards, taking Zakhar into his mouth for a second time, a cry muffled into his arousal as a second wave of electricity hit him. The muscles of his mouth twitched and spasmed around the man's erection and he let out a dry sob, toes curling as he attempted to keep himself up.


(Translation: "Go on.")

"D-Da, Uchitelʹ."

Enjoy what was happening and come as many times as he could. Zakhar could do that. He'd be happy to do that. Belial was just asking him to enjoy what was happening to him.

Zakhar groaned, head tilting back, neck arching as the boy's mouth enclosed around him.

He could feel it; the shocks from the boy's vibrator running through his body as he pleasured him.

The shocks were delicious. He loved them. He wanted more.

And he voiced that. "More...please." If it were Belial, he'd have tacked on the Demon's title, too. But Constantin wasn't Belial; he wouldn't call him his Master. Ever.

A smirk curled his lips as he turned the voltage up on both the vibrator and ring. Abele let out a sharp cry, legs almost buckling beneath him as another wave of electricity hit him, jolting violently.

Constantin nudged him with his foot. The boy obediently took Zakhar deeper inside his mouth, the back of his throat contracting as he swallowed, eyes screwed closed. A faint whimper was muffled into the skin.

The elder man walked back around Zakhar again, hand running along the flogger before bringing it down again on the man's back with a swift crack.

Zakhar gasped and cried out hoarsely.

He could feel the electricity pulsing through him. It was so...

The Lycan writhed then gave a cry as his body jerked, coming in the boy's mouth when he swallowed around him.

How many times had he come already?

How many more times would he come before Belial took him?

He wanted more. He wanted to be fucked.

The Lycan tensed, moving, trying to shift the plug inside him, feel something.

Abele's eyes widened slightly in shock as Zakhar came, fighting back the urge to gag. Remembering his Master's earlier orders, his tongue lapped over the man's arousal quickly, doing his best to please his Master.

A smirk flit across Constantin's lips and he bent down to Abele's level, cold blue eyes bearing into him.

"Non ti ho detto di fare così."

Abele quickly pulled away, eyes immediately lowering to the floor.

"Mi dispiace, Padrone!" His voice was audibly distressed, and his teeth nervously chewed his lower lip as he waited for the inevitable blow.

Instead, the blond stood back, eyes flitting over to Belial. "Can I untie him a moment?"


(Translation: "I didn't tell you to do that.")
"I'm sorry Master!

Belial looked away from Zakhar for a moment as the other Master addressed him.

He through it over for a moment as he looked over the man then back to Zakhar.

"Of course."

He replied, a small smile gracing his lips as he gave a nod.
At least the man had the decency to ask him before simply unchaining his Slave.

"You may want to put him on a leash, being in heat makes it harder for him to control himself and he will only respond to my orders, so if things get out of hand, he is not responsible."