[M] Clash of the Masters

Belial sat at his desk, he had been working his way through some old scrolls on magic, seeing if there was anything he could find that he had not yet mastered.

Sadly in the realms of magic he had learned everything he was capable of doing, though some arts evaded him.

As such he quickly grew bored of sitting around and yearned for a bit of fun.

The Fallen rose to his feet and went to his wardrobe, changing from his sweatpants to a pair of tight fitted black jeans, black boots and a slate coloured button down shirt with the top buttons open and the bottom untucked.

He reached out into one of his Slaves minds, Asher, talking to her directly though a mental link he could contact anyone through.

We are going out, I want you washed and groomed, wearing your collar and nothing else, male. Be in my chambers as soon as possible, don't make me wait.

Asher was laid in the bath in her room when she heard Belial's voice.

Her hair was pinned up and dry. She had just been soaking, reading a book that Zakhar had leant her.

A smile curled her lips. Belial wanted to take her out.

She almost flew out of the bath, grabbing a towel and patting herself down.

Her hair looked decent enough pinned up like that so she left it as it was. Her collar was curled around her throat just the same as it always was, the silver metal of the plaque shining brightly in the light of the bathroom.

She bent over to pull her piercing out gently before leaving the room.

Her pace was almost a run as she made her way up to Belial's room; her green eyes bright, excitement coursing through her.

Just before she reached his doorway, a flash of green filled the area.

Asher knocked on the carved door and waited patiently for his Master to allow him to enter.

A smile curled at Belial's lips, now that was quicker than he had expected, not that he was displeased by that fact.

The Fallen rose to his feet and walked to the door, letting it swing open as he looked down at the man.

"Good boy."

He muttered, running his hand through the boy's hair, stroking his head softly without messing it up. His Slaves reflected him as a Master so he wasn't letting Asher out in public until he looked healthy and tidy.

The fairy had put on a good amount of weight and looked better than he had in a long time.

"We are going to the club for a little fun, I know you will be on you best behavior and will not disappoint me."

Reaching up he clicked a leash to the boy's collar, as he always did when taking them somewhere and took his hand.

"Eyes shut, hold onto me, hold your breath."

He instructed.

Asher's eyes sparkled as he looked up at the Fallen.

He was so happy that Belial was taking him out. Him. Not Zakhar or Coilean. Him. He had watched Belial take Coilean and Zakhar out a couple of times since he had joined the family.

He'd been disappointed when he hadn't been told to come along but he hadn't said anything. He daren't say anything.

And now he had the chance to go out and prove what a good Slave he was in front of lots of people. He'd be the best Slave he could for him. He definitely didn't want to disappoint him.

"Yes, Master," he murmured softly, pressing his naked body to Belial's own clothed one, arms wrapping around him in a tight hug as he nuzzled his face against his chest, inhaling the scent of him before holding his breath.

Within a split second they were standing at the entrance of the club, leaning down he pressed a kiss to the top of Asher's head.

"Open your eyes, breath and follow behind me."

He instructed as he reached over knocking on the door and upon a small greeting from the bouncer was granted entry to the club.

Belial gave Asher's leash a small tug and led him inside, away from the night air.

"Belial my love~!"
Cooed a woman's voice from the entrance to the main hall, sure enough Alice pranced over, greeted the Fallen warmly, though he seemed aloof towards her advances he was friendly with the woman as she guided them to his usual booth.

He said his good byes to the succubus and sat down on the large black couch.

"At my feet, on your knees, sitting on your heels."

He ordered, waiting for Asher to do so before unclipping the leash.

His eyes flickered open and he smiled up at Belial adoringly when his head was kissed.

Belial was a great person. He was strong and fierce but he could be so gentle and affectionate. He loved the gentle touches he'd occasionally get when he was being exceptionally good.

He watched the woman bounce up to them. He had seen her numerous times in the past. She and Hendrika hadn't gotten along all that well, though Alice had had him in a couple of Sessions before. Did she recognise him now he had gained a lot of weight. With the weight on his face, he looked quite a bit different.

Asher knelt obediently at Belial's feet, hands resting in his lap, eyes training on the floor as he waited for his next order.

Belial sat comfortably and ordered a drink from one of the many naked waitresses.

Once it had been brought to him he sat drinking with a soft purr rumbling in his chest as he watched a bondage couple up on stage, a woman was suspended in the air, her chest pointing to the ground with weights attached to each nipple.

"The floor isn't very entertaining, let your eyes wander Asher."

He instructed, he wanted Asher to get an appetite while they were here.

His eyes flickered up obediently.

He liked looking at all the other couples in the club. He liked scrutinising all the other Slaves in the area and watching how they pleasure their Masters.

Asher's bright eyes turned over the people that were in his line of sight. Many of the people were familiar faces. He had been coming here for so long that he recognised all the regulars of the clubs. He could reel off names and statuses and for some of them, what their preference was for Sessions.

Hendrika had passed him around a lot in the past; he had been in Session with a lot of these people.

Eventually his eyes settled on one specific couple. Hendrika. She still visited the club often.

His eyes turned to the display on stage instead. He didn't want to dwell on Hendrika. He was here with Belial - his Master. He didn't need to think about his ex-Master while he was with Belial.

Belial had of course seen Hendrika there, not much escaped his ancient violet eyes, he was pleased by how well Asher took seeing her again.

The Fairy had dwelled on her for far too long, it was good to see him finally moving on.

He mused over taking him up on stage, however he rarely did that on his Slave's first trip here, perhaps he would save it for next time they came, he could bring Coilean and Zakhar too, or perhaps persuade Aleksandr to come with Lycustheos.

A purr rumbled in his chest as his hand moved to caress the boy's shoulder.

Asher's eyes slid shut and he purred softly, leaning into the gentle touch on his shoulder.

He didn't know what would happen while he was here, but he wasn't worried like he usually was with Hendrika. Belial took great care of all three of them. He knew that if Belial shared him with others, he wouldn't be abused.

Well, too abused. He'd get slaps and bites but those were normal. He enjoyed those. With Hendrika he got bitten and whipped and shocked and tortured over and over by the people she lent him to.

His eyes flickered open and turned up to Belial. Daringly, one hand slid up Belial's leg, stroking over his thigh gently as his eyes met the Fallen's. With each passing day he got more and more confidence. Now he felt like he could meet Belial's eyes without being slapped and punished for it.

His nails bit into the coarse fabric of the man's jeans, scraping at his skin through the material.

His eyes shone as Asher looked up at him, seeing the change in him over time was amazing, slowly his confidence grew and he became a better Slave because of it.

Belial gave a soft groan as the hand ran over his thigh and scraped across his skin.

Asher wouldn't have dared touched him so boldly before but now you could see how much more comfortable he was being with the Fallen.

Seeing the man's confidence in himself made this all the more enjoyable, causing Belial's jeans to strain over his crotch.

Asher shifted so he was kneeling between the Fallen's legs, pushing them apart a little so he could settle more comfortably.

His hands trailed up over his thighs, stroking and massaging the skin before pressing the tips of his fingers to the bulge in Belial's jeans.

His fingers stroked and massaged his Master's crotch as he looked up at him.

He loved seeing Belial aroused because of him.

The evidence of his arousal was so clear beneath his fingers and it stirred the beginning of arousal in himself.

The Changeling leaned forwards, eyes sliding shut as he mouthed over the bulge, teeth scraping at him gently through his jeans, hands moving to caress his thighs once more.

He groaned as he was teased, he knew that Asher was riling him up like this on purpose and he loved it, he enjoyed being teased with these touches until he could no longer take it any more.

"If you make me come in my pants you'll be licking them clean."

He warned with a smirk as his hands stroked through the boy's hair. He wasn't fond of staining his pants and having to sit here damp or have to teleport from where he sat.

Belial like anonymity, yes everyone here knew who he was but not what he was, he tried to show as few of his powers as possible, he liked to keep people guessing.

Asher's eyes flashed mischievously in response to the warning.

That wasn't such a terrible fate.

But Asher didn't want him to come in in jeans, as appealing as the idea of licking it up was. He wanted him to come in his mouth. He wanted to swallow down his hot release, watching the man watch him as he did so.

The Changeling reached up to unzip his Master's jeans, pushing them down and gently pulling the Fallen's arousal from its confines.

His tongue laved over the heated flesh slowly before taking him in his mouth, pushing forwards over his member before his nose brushed against Belial's pelvis. He purred softly as he began bobbing his head, nails scraping over the Fallen's thighs.

He raised and eyebrow as the boy looked up at him mischievously, if he stain these pants he would have to think up a less appealing punishment.

The Fallen moaned and looked down at Asher, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips, there were few people at could take his complete length without any sign of discomfort yet he was able to do it without any problems.

"You're good at this, perhaps I'll have you suck me off every night before I go to bed."

Asher's throat was well trained and he was enjoying this immensely, it would be a beautiful thing to end the day.

Asher gave a soft moan in return.

Yes. He'd love to service his Master like this ever night. He would love to worship Belial like this as often as he wanted.

He'd do this every time his Master told him to; whether it be every day or every hour; if they were just lying around the mansion together or out in public. if he was told to do it, he would.

His hands caressed over his thighs and stomach gently as he continued to bob his head, taking the Fallen in completely with each movement.

Belial thrust his hips up as he was taken in completely, Asher's mouth was a real treat, even Zakhar struggled to take this much of him without discomfort.

Already the Fallen's mind was reeling as to how he could show off he newest Slave, perhaps he would bring in Zakhar and Coilean, Asher could service the both of them as he tormented the Fairy.

That had a purr rumbling in his chest, yes, he definitely wanted to see that.

Asher swallowed around the man, one hand pushing under his shirt to scratch and pinch at a nipple.

He was getting daring and he knew that at any moment he could push past the line between lover and Slave and get punished for it.

But he wanted to pleasure Belial as best as he could.

His green eyes stared up at Belial's face as his head began moving faster.

Belial would allow this, he had one Slave act out of place in the club but he knew that Asher wouldn't push the boundaries too far.

He was being a little more assertive sexually and that wasn't a bad thing, it made the Fallen yearn more.

His hand slid under his own shirt and encase the boy's hand, guiding his finger to grip and twist one of his nipple sharply, causing his to hiss softly and buck up into his mouth, his breath coming in a slight pant.

Asher's eyes flickered to the lump under Belial's shirt that was their entwined hands.

He swallowed thickly when he was made to twist a nipple so sharply it made the Fallen hiss. He didn't make a fuss when the Fallen's hips were thrust unexpectedly deeper into his mouth.

As far as deepthroating went, he would be able to take Belial's arousal no matter how hard or unexpected a thrust was. He'd been trained to deepthroat for years. This wasn't something that was new to him.

His eyes turned back up to Belial as his twisted his nipple against sharply, massaging his balls again firmly.

He wanted him to come. He wanted to taste Belial's release.

His hips jerked once more as his nipple was twisted, the Fallen was a masochist and the sharp twists made him moan out, only intensified by the damp lips encasing his arousal.

After a few minutes of being massaged, sucked and having his chest abused he could feel heat spreading throughout his pelvis and with a long groan he came, bucking up into Asher's mouth as his hand gripped onto the Fairy's hair firmly.

The Fallen panted and slumped back in the chair, his hands stroking over the man's face softly.

Asher groaned softly when his hair was tugged at sharply.

It was uncomfortable having his hair pulled. That discomfort had his arousal heightening. He loved feeling little pains like being slapped and having his hair pulled on. He enjoyed being dragged around by his hair.

He swallowed down the man's release eagerly, lapping at his member to clean off all his semen, then licking at his lips to make sure he collected all he could.

The man purred softly, leaning into the Fallen's gently stroking hands.

Leaning over he kissed the man's lips softly, his tongue lapping out over Asher's lips.

Belial sat back again, his hand running through his Slaves hair tenderly, he had done very well and yearned some gentle petting as a treat.

Reaching down his hand encased the Fairy's arousal, pumping slowly a few times teasingly.

The Fallen moved his hand away and grabbed his drink, polishing off the last of it once his Slave was good and hard.

Looking around all he waitresses were occupied so he handed the glass to Asher.

"Head to the bar and fetch me another scotch and dry, I have a tab so don't worry about paying, be prompt and I might just finish you off."

He replied with a cheeky smirk.

Asher smiled softly against Belial's lips, returning the kiss eagerly.

His lips parted in a groan as Belial's hand curled around his arousal. His hips thrust into the movement of his Masters hand, head tilting back a little as he gave shaky little breaths. Pleasuring his Master like that had gotten him aroused and feeling the man's large hand around him was amazing.

The man almost gave a whimper when Belial pulled away.

His Master was such a tease!

His eyes slid shut when he caught sight of that little smirk. He was going to send him through the club completely hard with a promise of reaching his orgasm if he got what he wanted quick enough. That was so cruel.

Belial was such a good Master.

"Yes, Master." he stood obediently and walked at a fast pace towards the bar. He didn't try to hide himself or touch himself, though as he walked past people, a few of them reached out to stroke his body. He moved away from them quickly. Belial hadn't give him permission to let anyone else touch him.

Getting the drink was quick and soon he was almost back at Belial's table.

He gave a soft cry of surprise when the drink was knocked out of his hands.

Hendrika - a tall Dutch woman - was enjoying the night so far.

She had arrived at the club with her Slave in tow, sporting as weighted chastity belt a a dildo gag.

For over an hour he had been knelt between her legs fucking her with the dildo.

Her attention had been solely on the entertainment on the stage until someone walked past her, obscuring her view. She blinked, blue eyes widening a little. Was that who she thought it was?

No, it couldn't be.

It really couldn't be. She had shipped him off to Italy. There's no way he could be here. No way in Hell.

But when he neared her again she couldn't deny it.

It was him. He was getting fat but it was definitely him.

She shot out of her chair when he passed her, one hand constricting around his throat as she slapped his cheek hard. "What the fuck are you doing here? I sent you back to Catania," she growled.