[M] Clash of the Masters

He smacked the man roughly again, right over the existing hand print.

"You think I killed your old Mistress just so you could order me around, learn your place you little whore before I put you back in it."

He growled in against the man's ear in warning, he wasn't that upset by these little slip ups, Asher was caught up in passion, however if the man truly wanted to be dominated he was more than happy to be a little more strict with him tonight, really give him what he yearned for.

His hips jerked forwards roughly, pounding into his brutally from behind as his nails racked over the stinging marks on his backside.

He jerked again when he was slapped and groaned.

This was what he wanted. He wanted to be told that he was his whore. Forced to do whatever Belial wanted; punished when he didn't do it.

Another loud moan sounded.

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master," he cried out, hips thrusting back against Belial's as he thrust forwards into him brutally.

It felt so good to be degraded like this. He wanted more of it.

He wanted to be well and truly put in his place.

"Damn right your sorry."

He growled menacingly as he gripped the man's hair tightly, pulling his head back so that he could bite down on his neck once again, sucking on the skin until he left a dark claiming mark.

No one would touch Asher after he was done with him, the boy would be covered in bruised and marks showing that he was well and truly owned.

His eyes slid shut and he groaned as his head was pulled back by his not-so-neatly pinned up hair. In all the commotion it at come loose and the odd strand fell down in wisps around his shoulders.

He gave a low breathless moan as he was bitten once more.

Belial was making good on his promise to mark him over and over.

Soon his tanned skin would be covered in the Fallen's marks and he'd proudly wear them.

He ground his hips backwards again.

Belial wrapped his arms around the man's waist and pulled him back as he sat down, still staying inside of him as they fell back onto the couch.

"Turn around and move yourself on top of me."

He instructed as he sat down, he wanted Asher straddling his lap and impaling himself until they both came, he wanted to be able to see his face as it contorted in pain and pleasure.

His hand stayed on his member and pumped him.

He gave a shocked grunt as he was pulled back, hands flying out to catch himself, crying out loudly as Belial collided with the leather and he fell on top of him, pushing the Fallen's member deep inside of him.

Trying to manoeuvre himself so he was straddling the man was difficult and awkward and something he quickly gave up on.

He pulled away, whimpering loudly as the Fallen's arousal slid out of him. With his need for the Fallen back inside of him, he turned around quickly, sliding into his lap.

He bit his lip as his hand slid between them, stroking Belial as he sank down onto his arousal again. Immediately be began rocking his hips at a fast pace, leaning forwards to kiss the man deeply, groaning into his mouth as he began pumping him once more.

He kissed the man back eagerly, moaning softly as he began to moved in his lap.

Belial had always like this position, letting his Slave pleasure him while he had full access to their body, allowing him to toy with it as much as he wanted.

His hand trailed over his torso, rubbing up against his nipples before flicking each one, leaning forward to take on into his mouth and bite down on it firmly, rolling the small nub around between his teeth.

His chest thrust forwards against Belial's hands and then his mouth as he toyed with his nipples.

He bit his lip, hands moving from his shoulders to fist in his dark hair as he pressed his chest closer to his Master's hot mouth.

Asher groaned softly in Belial's ear as he continued to rock against him.

The sharp feeling of being bitten and the feeling of the Fallen's slick skin against his own was delicious. He wanted more. He wanted to feel thoroughly used and abused by his Master.

He bit down on each nipple sharply, flicking the abused nubs before leaning back against the chair.

"You can do better than this Asher, stop slacking off you worm."

He growled, thrusting up roughly into the man, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he rocked in his lap.

He expected the boy to show everyone here exactly why he had taken him in and killed for him, he had to prove his worth.

Asher gasped softly, back arching as teeth enclosed around each nipple harshly.

Immediately he began to move faster, harder, much more eagerly against his Master, face twisting in the intense pleasure he was feeling from such deep penetration.

"Yes, Master," he groaned softly, forcing his pace faster still, gripping onto the Fallen's shoulders tightly.

He writhed a little, panting as one hand slid down between them to scratch Belial's chest, leaving four welting red marks down over his chest and stomach before turning his attention to his Master's balls, caressing them as he continued to move on the man's lap.

Belial groaned softly as the Fairy sped up, bouncing in his lap eagerly as his nails racked over his chest.

This was a much better pace, this was actually able to arouse him further, push him closer to the edge.

His hand wrapped around Asher's member but didn't pump, instead he kept his hand still, allowing him to thrust up into his hand as he moved up in his lap.

Asher groaned softly as the Fallen's hand curled around his hard flesh.

He pressed little kisses to Belial's neck and jawline, tongue lapping out to taste his skin. Soft breathy moans sounded in Belial's ear as he continued to rock above him.

He writhed a little again as he felt heat spread through him, whimpering softly as he nipped at his Master's fleshy earlobe. This intense stimulation was getting to him. Making with whimper and writhe loudly above the man, still dutifully thrusting himself up and down against him.

"Please, Master," he breathed, bowing his head to press his forehead to the Fallen's muscular shoulder. "May I come?"

"You'll come after you've satisfied me, and no sooner."

He replied, he would allow the man an orgasm but he expected to be finished first if Asher had been instructed to pleasure him.

Belial pushed his hips up burying himself deep inside the man with a groan, if this kept up it wouldn't take long for him to come and both of them would be sated.

The Changeling gave a little whine but didn't vocalise any of his current thoughts; all of them centring around how much he wanted to come and how cruel Belial was for making him hold out like this.

He bit into the Fallen's shoulder as his hips continued to move.

The force of his bite would definitely leave a mark. He hoped that Belial wouldn't punish him for that.

Asher's body twitched a little as he whimpered softly once more, biting his lip with the effort it took not to come before he satisfied his Master.

He groaned as the fairy bit him and bounced in his lap, his hips rising up to meet him with each of his downward thrusts.

The Fallen groaned loudly and after a few more rough thrusts up he came, throbbing strongly.

His hand wrapped around Asher's member and pumped him hard, he knew the man wouldn't be able to handle this for long.

Asher's lips parted and he gave a loud gasping moan when he felt his Master come inside of him.

This, as cheesy at it sounded, felt so much different than when other men had come inside of him. He had been used by Hendrika's male friends often enough that he felt men come in him almost on a weekly basis. But not once had it felt like this.

Maybe because he was so worked up that anything felt amazing at the moment? Or maybe because he had a strong emotional attachment to the Fallen while he didn't have any emotional attachment to Hendrika's friends whatsoever.

It didn't take much touching for him to come; he had already been holding himself back.

Asher slumped against Belial's body, purring as he nuzzled against him, licking and nipping at his neck as he pressed his body against the Fallen's.

Belial wrapped his arms around the man, holding him close and running his hands through his hair.

"Good boy."
He muttered softly, kissing the side of his neck.

This trip had become far more eventful than he had first intended but he was content, one less vile woman roaming the Earth, Asher no longer had to be tormented by her.

Asher gave a pleased purr when he was praised.

After being treated like Belial's little whore while he was being fucked, being praised and cuddled like this felt amazing.

He pressed another kiss to the man's throat.

"Did I please you, Master?" he asked in a small voice; barely loud enough for Belial to hear if he strained.

He didn't want to come across as someone that constantly needed praise, but he wanted to know he did well for the Fallen. he didn't want to become a disappointment through unsatisfactory play.