[C][M] Scolding

Belial nodded at Zakhar.

"Give him the option, he needs to learn so tell him what usually happens and he can do what he feels comfortable with. There is no pressure Deme, just have fun."

He knew Deme wasn't a very violent person, even when it came to play, he had a gentle nature.

The boy's eyes went wide as he looked over the huge collection, they varied in every possible way and he didn't know which to pick.

"There's too many to choose from..."

He muttered, seeking some guidance.

Zakhar picked up a bottle of lube from a shelf that made his way to sit on the edge of the bed again.

"We've got time. This doesn't have to be the last time you do this. You can pick one and if you like the look of another, pick that next time." The Lycan grinned. "I don't mind you experimenting with me. I'm certain Master won't mind, either."

There was no pressure to pick the 'chosen plug' and stick with it. This was a time of exploration for Deme. He could experiment and play as much as he wanted, over however long he wanted.

Deme debated for a little while, shifting his weight from foot to foot, he had played with Zakhar's plug before but he didn't want to choose something too big or too small.

Chewing on his lip and picked up a medium sized plug made of metal, he had been told before that they weren't silver like he had previously though.

Zakhar was allergic to silver, as were all werewolves, living here was teaching him a lot.

"This one."

He finally decided, it would be nice and heavy inside of the man but not stretch him too much.

Zakhar grinned. Metal plugs had to be some of his favourites. They felt so good when they slid into him cold and slowly warmed up. Nice and heavy, too.

The Lycan patted the bed.

"Come sit down. How do you want me?" Zakhar stood and waited for instruction. "You can have me laid over your lap like Master did earlier, or I can kneel on the floor in front of you, or any other way you want."

"Hmm, kneel on the floor."

That would be easiest for him, Zakhar was quite a bit larger than he was, trying to put the plug in when he was laid over him would be difficult.

At least this way he could stand up and get a better angle, this was his first time putting one into Zakhar, without it having been there already.

Zak handed off the bottle of lube then dropped to his knees with his back to Deme.

He leaned over, arching his back so his chest was pressed to the floor and his backside was presented to the human.

"Don't be afraid to be a little rough. You don't have the strength to hurt me so much I'll dislike it." Any pain that Deme could inflict would be good pain.

Zak gazed up at Belial with a little smile.

Deme slid off the bed holding the plug and the lube, slowly he made the plug nice and slick, what was left on his fingers he gently stroked onto Zakhar's entrance, just brushing it onto him.

Chewing on his lip he thought about how Belial would spank Zakhar before hand.

He wanted too...it looked hot when Belial did it but he didn't have that desire to see Zakhar in pain or uncomfortable.

Halfway through the motion he wussed out a little, instead of giving the man a proper slap, he ended up giving his backside a slight pat.

Zak's eyes slid shut, waiting in anticipation for Deme to touch him. He could hear him preparing the toy and that excited him.

His excitement dulled a little when he received a little pat.

His gaze locked with Belial and he pleaded the man silently to teach Deme what a real slap was. He'd like it if Deme could slap him, and a little teaching from Belial would teach him the best ways to slap him.

Belial barely held back a laugh when Zakhar looked at him because of Deme's pat.

"Deme no."

He said firmly as he walked over, kneeling down next to the boy.

"Zakhar is what we call a Pain-Slut, the pleasure you would get from say, cuddling or curling up with someone he gets from being physically hurt.

Now this isn't an insult but you can no possibly exert the amount of force needed to actually go beyond the threshold of what would hurt him more than he enjoys."

Deme pursed his lips, looking down at Zakhar, he didn't quite grasp the fact these people were that much stronger than him.

"He WANTS you to hit him, he desires it like you would desire to kiss him and when you do small pats like that, its as if you rejected him for a kiss, understand?"

The boy nodded slightly, he had disappointed Zakhar with his gentleness.

"Hit him as hard as you can, it will make him happy. Like this."

With that Belial smacked his hand down forcibly onto the Lycan's backside.

Zakhar waited patiently, not moving from his position knelt with his backside presented to the two men.

He gave a pleased groan, his body jerking a little when Belial slapped him firmly. His pale skin flushed the slighest bit pink where Belial hand had touched him.

"Tahnk you, Master," he murmured softly.

The Lycan shifted a little, spreading his legs slightly and arching his back a little more.

Belial was right, he didn't think he could actually hit Zakhar that hard even if he tried as hard as he could.

Even after being hit like that Zakhar seemed happy, happier even.

Belial gave the boy and encouraging pat on the back.

"As hard as you can Deme, show him that you care about what he wants."

He did care about what Zakhar wanted, even if it made him nervous.

This time he slapped the man as hard as he could, granted it couldn't match Belial's but it left his hand stinging.

Zakhar purred softly in contentment when Deme slapped him. He may have played up his reaction just a little bit, but he wanted Deme to know he was doing well by him.

"Maybe he'd be better with a paddle, Master?" Witha paddle, Deme could spank him harder without fear of hurting his own hand.

The Lycan did shift his hips slightly, swaying his backside in invitation for Deme to slap him again.

"Good idea."

Belial replied, heading to the wardrobe to grab Deme a paddle, the perfect one for him.

"Here you go."

Deme grabbed it off of the man, smiling softly as he looked at it.

The paddle had a small heart cut out of it so it would leave little hearts all over Zakhar's backside.

This time he hesitated less, striking the man as hard as he could with the paddle instead.

Zak was more than pleased when he felt the leather of the paddle smack against his skin.

He laid his cheek against the floor and relaxed, quite content to just enjoy the feeling of his backside getting progressively more sore.

This was one of his favourite feelings.

Deme continued to paddle Zakhar until his arms grew tired, at which point he placed it carefully on the floor, leaning over to press a soft kiss to one of the hearts on the lycan's backside.

He picked up the plug and pressed it gently to his entrance, it had a gradual slope which meant he could tease the man with the end, preparing him before it took the widest part.

Zakhar smiled softly when lips pressed to his backside. He liekd that Deme could be so gentle and affectionate.

"Thank you, Sir." His gaze flickered up to Belial again. They hadn't really talked about this. He just knew that he definitely didnt want to call Deme Master, and Deme just felt wrong when he was being submissive. Sir was close enough to make him happy, but it wasn't as strong as him using Master like he did with Belial.

He gave a soft pleased moan when he felt the slick metal press to his skin. He bit his lip as he shifted slightly again, legs spreading just a little more.

Deme's eyes lit up a little being called sir, it sounded so weird being directed at him but it kinda liked it.

Zakhar's backside was more accepting than he could have thought, he hadn't been plugged last night so he had expected a little resistance, there wasn't much at all.

He took his time, slowly thrusting the toy in and out of the man, slowly twisting it as it pushed inside of him.

The boy gave a small moan, watching Zakhar's body stretch over the widest part of it before closing around the base.

The slow teasing of teh plug being pushed into him over and over drew little murmurs of pleasure from the Lycan, who writhed slightly as the pleasureof the littl teases began to mount.

He bit his lip as he tried to stop himself from moving too much.

Holding himself back from moving with the pleasure was one thing he'd struggled with. Belial had been trying to teach him to stay absolutely still as he was teased, but it wasn't a lesson the man learned easily.

Zak groaned softly as the plug pushed completely inside of him.

Leaning over he pressed another kiss to Zakhar's flushed backside before standing up to put away the lube.

Belial smiled, walking back over to ruffle the boy's hair affectionately.

"Come Zakhar, time to get dressed." Belial instructed.

The Lycan could writhe in his seat for a while before being offered any form of satisfaction.

Immediately Zakhar pouted, but he pushed himself to his feet obediently and padded over to the wardrobe to dress. He pulled on a simple pair of slacks and a white button down shirt.

as he was buttoning up the shirt he wandered towards Deme and leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips. "Thank you for helping with my routine this morning, sir." He purred the title.

"Breakfast time!"

Deme gave a soft whimpered moan as he was kissed and given that title again.

He would never get over how easily these two accepted him and how willing they were to pepper him with affection.

It was more than he had ever expected when they had first approached him.

"Yep!"

He replied, excited to be the one cooking for once.

At first Zakhar had approached Deme because Belial was interested in the human, but now he had gotten to know the boy, he genuinely liked him. He reminded him vaguely of his last Slave. Someone that he had dearly missed. While the need to dominate had lost him, he couldn't help but be drawn to the somewhat familiar shy personality of the human.

Zak reached out to snag Deme's hand, pulling him towards the bedroom door.

"Come on, Master, breakfast time."

Deme gave a surprised yip as he was gripped but went along with Zakhar eagerly.

"I'm coming."

Belial chuckled, following after the two of them.

He was glad that Zakhar got along so well with Deme, but it also worried him slightly, with how things were going it did seem like they would be keeping the boy but he knew Lucifer wasn't one to lose easily.

Zakhar led the human all the way to the kitchen.

When he got to the kitchen, though, Zakhar quickly benched himself. He wasn't any help in a kitchen, unless you planned to serve inedible food.

So whenever he entered the kitchen it was a default now to go sit out of the way where he wouldn't accidentally kill the food.

he Lycan shifted after he sat down, trying to find a comfortable position.

Unlike what usually happened Belial sat down beside Zakhar, his eyes up on Deme.

"Do you need any help?"

He asked, the boy shook his head, eager to do this on his own as a thank you for last night.

Deme went about collecting the ingredients, enough to make quite a few batches, he knew how much Zakhar ate.