[M] The Play Date

"I wouldn't impose Chester on anyone that wasn't trained for it. Coilean is safe. I am undecided at the moment, but it's a thought that he help fill Chester." He'd decide while he was on stage whether or not to use Coilean.

Alek gave a nod, his gaze turning towards Zakhar.

The man wouldn't like that. He hated orgasm deprivation. "All right. We'll make sure he's thoroughly used before we give him back to you. He'll have a nice stretched ass for you to play with."

Zak would have to deal with not being pleasured enough to come then the possibility of Belial teasing him further.

"It's a shame you exhauster her. She'd be a nice plaything for the audience to see, too."

"Perhaps next time if she behaves herself she will be allowed to participate, I'll not be bringing any of them here again until they can follow orders properly.

I wont have any of them embarrassing me again."

They would all learn their place until they were perfectly behaved, like the boy currently perched in Aleksandr's lap.

"It's all ready."
A familiar voice chimed in as the Elf made his way back over to the tables, his gaze dropping to Chester with a purr as the boy played with himself.

"Alice had be cornered in the back room when I was collecting equipment...that woman..."

He muttered, shaking his head.

Alek nodded with a little smirk. "As it should be. If you ever need advice, don't hesitate to call on me."

There we go, Belial playing good Master instead of pathetic.

Now he just needed to put his theory into practise.

His eyes flickered up to Lycus when he appeared. "Don't call on him. once upon a time I was his Slave. His training skills are less impressive." The Lycan grinned at his lover.

"Let's go. Do you want Coilean to wear his tail through the Session, Belial?"

His eyes turned down to the Russ. "You'll be crawling after us. Keep your eyes on the floor." Belial hadn't said he could look up yet so that rule was still in place.

Belial gave a soft nod to that question, yes he wanted his Pet wearing his tail, it was just as much a part of him now as his collar.

"I'd say my training skills are fine that you, it helps when you Slave is willing.
He may have gotten away from me but at least I trained his body well."

If Lycus hadn't owned him then Aleksandr wouldn't be the man he is today, a lot of his prowess could be attributed to the Elf.

The Elf leaned forward, running his hand through Chester's blond locks as the boy moaned, his hands still dutifully pumping himself, pausing for a moment when ever he felt the need to come.

"Coilean keeps his tail, Zakhar isn't allowed to come."

Easy enough rules to follow for the two of them. Alek could manage that easy enough.

Alek smirked. "I was always the one that got away. Even now you can't keep me under your foot." He'd had a good crack at it, too. And ended up being the one under Alek's foot.

"Chester. Kneel in the middle of the stage and continue edging."

He pulled his fingers out of the boy and stood, setting him down on his feet.

"Come, let's give Belial a good show."

"Yes, Master..."

Chester looked up at his Master's nervously, he was at least a foot shorter than all the other men here and the room was full of occupied booths, there were a lot of people here, he knew what they were going to think, what they would say.

Even still he had been told to kneel in the middle of the stage and edge, so that was what he was going to do, the consequences be damned.

Slowly the boy padded up toward the stage, keeping his eyes locked on where he had been told to go, avoiding the gaze of the people who were already looking at him oddly.

Chester took a deep breath and made his way on stage, kneeling down obediently before he began to stroke himself again.

Alek took a moment to clip the Pet's leash to his collar and stood.

"Come, Coilean." The Pet leaned forwards to give Belial a quick kiss before he slid off his lap, whining as the feeling of emptiness spread through him. He wanted to be filled again. He liked the feeling.

He groaned softly as the plug was pushed back into him then followed Alek.

Zakhar followed behind the rest of them on his hands and knees, staring down at the floor.

"Sit. Rim Chester while he plays with himself," he ordered the Irishman, letting his leash go so he could crawl over to the Hybrid and lean forwards to let his tongue lap out over his entrance.

His hand grasped Zakhar's hair, dragging up into a standing position. With a hum he picked up a nice spiked chastity cage. That would be painful if he got hard. Perfect. He'd be in a constant loop of pain and pleasure. He fit it to the man then laid a nice firm slap to his thigh.

He stood again and dragged Zakhar to a frame set up on stage, bending him over it and locking him in place. Ass in the air, lower body pressed to the floor. Unable to move. Perfect.

Humming to himself, Alek also fitted the Rus with a nice spider gag.

Done.

Chester gasped out softly as the man's warm tongue lapped out over his entrance, his small frame trembled softly as he placed his hands on his knees for a moment, willing down his arousal as he felt himself nearly his climax.

After a few moments be began to stroke himself all over again, his arousal twitching every so often, begging to be touched hard, to be allowed to come.

Instead he knelt there, pressing back against Coilean's tongue softly while he stroked himself, avoiding his release at all costs when it neared.

Alek smiled at Chester as he gasped.

He was doing so well. He hadn't come yet even if Alek knew he really wanted to. This was how a good Slave acted.

"Do you want to do the honours of introducing us, love?" the Lycan purred, gaze turning to Lycus.

Their first appearance at the club and they had already taken centre-stage. Literally.

He hoped that they all did well.

"I suppose so."

The Elf replied with a small smile, his hand stroking over the man's hip as he moved past him to address the other patrons of the club.

"Good Evening, my name is Lycus, and this is my partner Aleksandr.
Tonight, with the help of Zakhar and Coilean whom you probably know as Belial's Slaves, we wish to share with you the talents of our Slave, Chester."

His hand swept back, gesturing toward the boy to whimpered softly, his cheeks dusted with pink as he looked up at the rest of the room with wide, bright eyes.

Already he could hear chuckles from amongst the crowd.

Alek stood staring at the audience silently as he was introduced, giving a slight incline of his head.

He had a reputation of being sadistic around the world. He wanted to keep that reputation up. Sometimes fear as the best way to get peoples respect.

"Coilean, heal."

The man looked up and padded over to him immediately, sitting in front of him, waiting.

"Chester, mount Zakhar. Do not come."

His voice was soft but firm. Quiet enough to only be heard by a few people but with an authority about it that was louder than any words he could scream.

As soon as Aleksandr addressed him Chester's eyes were on his Master, ready for his next order.

"Yes, Master."

He muttered softly, as he pushed himself onto his feet as padded quickly toward the Lycan.

His hand stroked over the man's lower back apologetically, he had the mount the man now, he couldn't spend time stretching him and he hadn't even been given any lube to make this easier on the man.

Chester bit his lip and held his breath for a moment as he forced himself into Zakhar's entrance, the ring of muscles pulling taut around his width.

The boy let out a low moan, this was the second person he had ever been inside and it was in front of a room full of people when he was already bursting to come, how Aleksandr thought he would be able to pull through this was beyond him.

Chester reared his hips back before pushing forward with a shudder, his hands trembling against the Lycan's lower back as he pushed in his entire length slowly.

Zakhar gave a loud whine when Chester began pushing into him. That was rough. No lube, no preparation.

Alek had warned Chester that he was demanding in Sessions.

He had warned him that this would be intense and would test him. He was glad that the boy had at least attempted what he had asked him instead of making a fuss.

He moved forwards to kneel in front of Zakhar, ignoring the Lycan to cup Chester's cheeks in his hands. "You're doing well," he crooned softly. "Hold out just a little longer. When we start to fill you, you're allowed to come but do not stop fucking him."

His eyes flickered up. "Coilean, take my place. Fuck Zakhar."

The older Lycan moved and the younger took his place, hands resting on Zakhar's shoulders as he pushed his arousal into his mouth through the gag. He groaned as he leaned forwards to press his lips to Chester's.

His eyes stayed locked onto Aleksandr's as he knelt in front of him, his body constantly raked with needy shudders as he panted softly.

He could come when he was being filled, he just had to hold out a little longer.

Chester gave his Master a small affirming nod as his hands gripped onto Zakhar's hips tightly, trying to distract himself from coming as his arousal throbbed with yearning.

He kissed Coilean back eagerly, whimpering softly against the man's lips as his body gave another shudder of arousal.

Zakhar whined and groaned, trying to writhe away form both the dicks pushing inside of him.

It was so uncomfortable. It was getting painful and that was arousing him, causing the spikes to dig into his hardening flesh. He wanted to get away from it all.

"You have the honours of fucking our boy first. Make him scream nice and loud for the audience when he comes," he purred in Lycus' ear, gripping him through his tight leather pants and nipping at his earlobe.

He wanted to see how the four of them coped all buried inside of each other when one of them came.

Lycus smirked and leaned over, pressing a kiss to his Lover's throat, a small moan passing his lips as he was gripped through his pants.

"I'll have him seeing stars."

The Elf purred softly as he walked over to Chester, pressing his body up against his back.

"You're not to mask your reactions tonight, if you want to scream and cry out then do it."

Lycus whispered his words in the boy's ear, he wanted to see his fullest reactions. The Elf pulled himself out from behind his zipper, positioning himself at the boy's entrance and thrusting into him firmly, drawing a loud moan from the boy as his own hips were thrust roughly into Zakhar.

Lycus' arms wrapped around the boy's torso as he held him up against his chest before his pace picked up, thrusting into him hard and fast, forcing the speed and ferocity of the Hybrids thrusts to increase immensely, causing him to cry out as his body trembled.

"I'm holding you to that."

Zakhar cried out when Chester's hips were forced against him, gagging around Coilean's length.

The Russian man could feel tears of frustration pooling in his eyes.

This was so fucking painful and he just couldn't get hard because of the fucking torture device around his dick.

Alek watched them silently, lips quirking upwards a little.

He strolled forwards slowly, nudging Lycus aside a little, smirking at him as he pushed into the Hybrid alongside him.

His smirk widened when they got a loud shocked and aroused reaction from the audience. They hadn't expected that.

Chester gasped loudly as Aleksandr pushed in along side Lycus, his body gave a shiver of delight as he gave a loud moan.

He thrust forward, burying himself deeply inside the Russian man before thrusting back and impaling himself deeply on his Master's arousals.

The boy's head slumped forward slightly as he gripped onto Zakhar's hips, his entire body began to tremble again out of pure sensory overload, he was experiencing so much pleasure and is inexperience being inside of someone had the fire that was blazing through him absolutely engulfing his body.

"Masters....please..."

He muttered in a barely audible whimper, they were filling him now, did that mean he was free to come or did they still want him to wait?

Alek was surprised the boy was still holding out.

He had expected him to let go as soon as Lycus thrust into him. That's what he had allowed. As soon as someone entered him, he was allowed to come.

"You're so hot and hard, aren't you? After so much edging, I bet you want to come so hard right about now." His fingers stroked idly over the boy's back.

"You may come," he allowed, turning his gaze to Lycus as his hips rocked into the boy roughly.

The wouldn't stop fucking him, though. Not until the show was over.

He had wanted to impress his Masters so badly with his ability to hold out, but he couldn't possibly restrain himself any long, already he could feel moisture seeping from the tip of his arousal.

Chester's hand stroked over Zakhar's by in an apology before he thrust into to man roughly, pushing his entire length deep inside of him as a loud scream of pure ecstasy as his body throbbed and pulsed violently.

After being pent up for so long and over stimulated his body offered up four times the usual amount of semen when he came, spilling the hot liquid deep inside the Lycan, even still it dripped from the man's backside and onto the floor.

He kept himself upright as his arms held up his stumping body. Chester panted and shivered in after shocks as his body offered up everything it had, but still his hips continued to thrust into the Lycan, he had been told not to stop fucking Zakhar, at least now the man was nicely lubricated.

Alek purred softly, pleased that Chester was still fucking Zakhar.

The youngest Lycan was not very pleased. The feeling of hot semen inside of him and the new ease of the thrusts was arousing him even more.

Hot tears rolled down his cheeks as he continued to swallow around the Irishman as he thrust into him. That's all he could do. He was just a fucktoy to this group. Usually he wouldn't mind that, but he wasn't allowed to come and Belial wasn't there to comfort him.

He was just being fucked and used.

The Russian man whimpered softly.

That earned him a hard slap on the thigh from Alek. "Pipe it down. This is what a Slave is. If you don't want to be treated like this, hand in your collar." The man immediately fell quiet. He didn't want to hand in his collar.

Chester didn't even register that Zakhar was crying or whimpering the boy was on auto-pilot after his orgasm, he was hazed and zones out.

Lycus wrapped an arm around his torso and lifted him back against his chest, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.

"Come on Chester, back to the land of the living."
He cooed gently in the boy's ear, his hand stroking over his chest as they continued to thrust into him and he continued to thrust into Zakhar.

The boy's eyes turned up to Lycus for a moment, slowly unhazing as he blinked, a gentle moan passing his lips.

"That's our boy."

He smiled down at him softly, pressing a kiss to his lips before guiding his hands back to Zakhar's hips to hold himself up.

"We're so proud," Alek crooned, leaning forwards to steal his own kiss from their Slave.

"You're doing so well. We're going to start stretching you now," he warned, stroking the boy's blond hair as he continued thrusting into him.

"After every new toy, give me a colour."

Alek was glad they had had the initiative to set up the table right next to the frame. Alek reached over to pull one dildo - a larger one - from the table, taking a moment to apply lube before pushing it into the boy, watching him stretch around both of them and the toy.

The crowd gave an appreciative groan at the same time as Alek. That really was a beautiful sight.

He kissed Aleksandr back eagerly before leaning forward, gripping onto Zakhar's hip as he presented his own backside in order to have it stretched.

"Yes, Master."

He knew the colour system, he knew what he had to do in order to convey the information that Aleksandr needed to ensure his safety.

His body accepted the toy easily enough, stretching around the new addition as it was pushed into him.

He felt full but he was alright, his body felt fine despite the stretching.

"Green."

He muttered, leaning his forearms against the Lycan's lower back as he bent over more.

Zakhar almost gave a sob of relief when Chester stopped moving inside of him.

"I didn't tell you to stop fucking him."

He gave Chester's backside a firm pat. Not quite a slap. This was his first 'offence' since he had become their Slave. He could let it slide.

Once again he picked up a dildo - this time slightly smaller - and lubed it up before pushing it into him slowly.

Head count: four dicks.