[M] Thank You, Master

Asher pushed through the pile of cloth and leather on her bed with a sigh.

“Coilean, help me, Zakhar‘s sending him back in half an hour and I don‘t know what to wear,” she whined.

After Belial had been kind enough to join her in seeing her parents again for the first time since she had moved in with Hendrika, Asher had plotted with her Lycan to come up with a way to thank the Fallen for coming along with her.

Between the three of them, they had come up with some brilliant ideas. Now they just had to put their ideas into action.

Zakhar had been sent on a mission of distraction. He needed to distract Belial for a while then send him back to his room alone by eight pm to find his surprise and take full advantage of it.

The Lycan looked up from the book he was reading, silver eyes flickering over to the pile of clothing on the Changeling’s bed. He stood and shuffled through the pile, fingers passing over PVC, leather and gauzy netting as he looked for something that Belial would thoroughly enjoy.

Eventually he tossed a few scraps of leather at the younger man and returned to his book. “He‘ll go mad when he sees that. Just don’t complain to me when you spend the next few days lying around ‘cause you can‘t walk.”

“I can only wish,” Asher sighed dreamily, picking up the scraps that Coilean tossed at her. They were designed for a male. With a flash of green she change.

He pulled the harness on, smiling a little. A few studded leather belts held together with a large silver metal ring in the centre of his chest. It’d show off the piercing in his nipples and hide nothing of interest. There was nothing covering his crotch at all, but there were belts that curled around his legs, above and below the knee and his ankles. All six had D-rings attached to them. As did the wrist cuffs that he slid on next.

“How do I look?” he asked nervously, eyes flickered to the Lycan after looking himself over in the mirror.

“Good enough to eat. I have a few things to add, though. I‘ll be sorting those out when we get up to Belial‘s. Come on, we‘ve only got fifteen minutes.”

Coilean followed Asher up to their Master’s room, carrying a folding table and a large bag of toys he had collected while Asher was busy. Asher had been plotting, but so had Coilean and Zakhar behind the Changeling’s back. They had come up with a few more ideas that would really make Belial go mad for his thank you gift.

When they got to the room, Coilean set up the table a few feet from the bed rifled through the bag, picking out a few things and tossing them on the table. He grinned as he turned to Asher. He was sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the door, waiting for Belial’s arrival. He shouldn’t be arriving for another ten minutes at least. Enough time for Coilean to have his fun setting up for him.
The Lycan lunged, pushing Asher down onto the bed, flinging him over so he was on his stomach, yanking his wrists behind his back and clipping them together with a double ended clip. “Stay still while I make you pretty for Master,” he purred in the shocked Changeling’s ear.

“Coilean, what‘re you doing?” the younger man asked, tugging helplessly on his wrist cuffs as the Lycan pushed him so he was on his knees, chest pressed to the bed. Lean clipped the two belts on either side of the younger man’s knees together in the same manner as he did the wrist cuffs. He wouldn’t be standing up any time soon.

“Trust me. Belial will be really thankful for this,” the Irishman chuckled.
He pulled a spreader bar from the bag, clipping it to the rings above his knees, spreading them wide apart, giving whoever walked in the door a very nice sight of the Fairy’s backside. Coilean stroked over Asher’s thigh gently before reaching into his bag again. This time he set a few things down on the table, smirking a little. He envied Belial. He’d very much like to spend the night with the younger man like this.

He man picked up a bottle of lube and drizzled a little over his fingers, pushing two into Asher immediately. The action was met with a soft moan. Coilean thrust his fingers with a soft hum before pulling them out, picking up an anal hook from the table and slathering the rest of the clear substance in his fingers over the cool metal ball on the end of the hook, pushing it into the boy and pulling the thin chain up so his back was arched. He attached the end of the chain to the boy’s collar then grinned. He really did look beautiful like that. Bound, stuffed and on perfect display.

But Coilean wasn’t done yet. He picked up a vibrator, smirking as he slathered lube over that, too. “You may feel a little stretched,” he purred as he pushed the toy into the boy alongside the hook, flicking it to its highest setting. Asher cried out, writhing violently.

The Lycan smirked as he picked up another of the few last pieces of equipment on the table. This piece was heavy, a large weight attached to a ring. He slid the ring around the boy’s balls, chuckling as Asher whined out loudly. He wasn’t screaming or crying. The whines weren’t even pained. He was enjoying all this treatment. The boy was already rock hard. For someone that looked and acted so innocent and sweet normally, Asher really was a lustful creature.

Two more things were forced on the boy before Coilean was done, a spider gag and a blindfold.

To finish up his little gift to the Fallen, he set up a few pieces of equipment on the table. Including but not limited to: a set of clover clamps, a whip, a crop, a heavy metal chastity cage and a leash. Belial could do what he wanted with as many or as little as those pieces of equipment. He knew the man would have fun even if he didn’t use any of this equipment.

“Have lots of fun tonight,” he purred softly in Asher’s ear, tongue tracing the rim of the gag before he took a step back.

The last thing he did was move to the desk, writing a single word on a piece of paper and sticking tape on the edge of the page.

“Ta ta,” he called to the Changeling as he disappeared out of the room, leaving the boy to whimper and write and drool on the bed as he was pleasured and tortured. Coilean closed the door, taped the piece of paper up and disappeared down the hall.

The single word on the page was large. It’d immediately draw Belial’s attention as he neared the room.

ENJOY

Belial trudged back up the stairs after a rather strange exchange with Zakhar, the man had seemed quite eager to get rid of him in all honesty.

He was mildly curious as to why but dismissed it fairly quickly as he head down the hallway.

His door had been replaced since the incident with Aleksandr and Lycus a few days prior, he had already carved ruins back into it, that however was not what caught his eye when he walked towards his room.

Plucking the page off of the door he smirked slightly at the writing, someone had been scheming.

He opened the door as his eyes widened slightly as they landed on the bound fairy, what a beautiful sight, his ass was up and full, stretched around the toys, his body was bound to the point that he couldn't move, his mouth gagged and eyes covered.

Asher would only be able to hear and feel him, was a wonderful little present he was.

"Well well, aren't you beautiful."
He purred as he stepped up behind the man his hand gracing over his taut backside, gripping the weight around his balls and tugging on it sharply.

The Fallen's hands descended onto his pants, unzipping them and letting them fall to the floor, his arousal grinding up against the man's ass as he pulled off his shirt.

Asher writhed a little when he heard the door opening.

Finally someone was here. All this stimulation was torture; pleasurable torture but still torture all the same.

He tried to swallow, but only managed to let more saliva seep from his opened mouth, dripping over his cheek and chin and soaking into the blankets beneath him as he shifted a little.

The movements pulled at the hook inside of him, forcing his back to arch a little more and his backside to be pushed up a little further. The vibrator inside him moved, filling his body with strong vibrations that had the boy moaning loudly.

His hips jerked a little, a small groan sounding from the Changeling when his balls were pulled at.

This was all very uncomfortable; he was in danger of being over stimulated, but the discomfort he felt only heightened the experience. Asher wasn't on the level of Zakhar, or even Coilean when it came to taking pain, but the boy could enjoy some levels of discomfort and pain. The intense pleasure to the point of discomfort that he was feeling fit in his own little band of tolerable acts, just pushing him to feel more and more aroused.

Asher's hips ground back a little when Belial pressed his own bare hips forwards against his backside.

He gave a soft murmur, attempting to give a soft cry of 'Master' around the gag. It was barely recognisable as the word.

"I think tonight is the night I push you beyond your boundaries, but don't fret, you know I'll take good care of you."

He purred lowly as his hands ran over the boys backside and thighs, his nails dragging into the skin, leaving welting red marks in their wake.

The Fallen had been worn from his trip to Hell earlier in the week that he hadn't been able to sample any of his Slaves, he was pent up and this was the perfect way to get back into the game.

He moved around the front of the boy, lifting his face so that he could inspect him.

The sight he saw had him purring loudly, leaning down he wiped the saliva from his chin before trailing his tongue around the rim of the ring, biting Asher's bottom lip as his eyes trailed over him hungrily.

A shiver ran through the boy when his Master spoke.

That's all he could do. He could hear and he could react to touches. He couldn't speak or see with the blindfold and gag.

Asher's body pressed back against the nails scraping over his skin, eager to feel more though he was still in danger of over stimulation. If Belial could just remove the weight or take the vibrator out of him he'd be fine.

When his chin was lifted, he wished he could see his Master. He wanted to see the lust in his purple eyes and the promise of so much more than this delicious torture forming on his lips.

His tongue pressed out, stroking against Belial's when it traced the ring, lapping over the man's upper lip when his own lip was bitten.

The Changeling gave a soft whine.