2. Belphegor
TWO
BELPHEGOR
“I’m sorry!”
I cry, tears streaming down my cheeks. My throat is raw from screaming, my limbs tired and numb, I’m completely blind, and I haven’t had anything to eat in days. The punishment fits the crime. I deserve every ounce of this, but I don’t know how much more I can take. I don’t know how much longer I can last. It’s all just?—
“Don’t you ever dare put cilantro in the trifle again!”
“Yes, Chef!”
I’m lurched forward as Bel plunges his thick cock back into my sore hole, the crack of his whip against my ass cheek stinging so beautifully. He’s my sexy chef right now, and I’m his naughty little sous chef who misread his prized recipe.
“If I ever catch you over-reducing the sauce again, I’ll make you wash the dishes!”
“Yes, Chef!” I sob, choking on my own snot as he rides my ass like he owns it. “Punish me, Chef!”
He whips me again, making my back arch and my cock jerk. I love it when he gets like this—all sexy and dominant—and gives me no choice but to take it. I love his dirty mouth and his filthy ideas. Bel could talk me into doing just about anything. Even if he asked me to jump off a building, I’d ask which one.
“Fuck, your asshole’s so tight,” he groans. As he moves the tips of the whip up my sweaty back, the anticipation of the sting has my toes curling. “Jesus fucking Christ, Gore. Gonna come all over this slutty ass of yours.”
I nod dumbly, the wet sounds of our fucking filling the room, along with my cries and his grunts. The cum he left in me from our last round drips down my thighs, making this whole thing even more erotic. I’ll fall asleep happy, all plugged up, waiting for Bel to fuck me again in the morning.
I’d do just about anything for him. He’s my best friend and my lifeline. He’s addicted to sex. Literally . And I’m more than happy to feed his compulsions.
“Yes— Fuck —Gore!” he shouts. His hips move more erratically as he whips me again and again and again until my ass blisters.
“Give me your cum,” I beg, moaning like a whore as he forces my face against the bed with his hand wrapped around the back of my neck. “Breed me, Bel.”
“Fuck!”
The feel of even more of his cum inside me tips me over the edge. Especially when it’s punctuated with one last snap of his whip. I come all over the comforter, so much pouring out of me it feels like I’m being wrung dry. I collapse, wincing when he pulls out, only to huff when he falls on top of me.
“You’re heavy,” I whine and squirm to get him off. “Move.”
Chuckling, he kisses the back of my neck. “You’re so pretty when you’re annoyed, though.”
“Fuck you,” I laugh, elbowing him in the gut. With a groan, he rolls off, letting me breathe, and I tackle him before he can gather his bearings. I prop my elbow on his chest and cock my head. “So? Sexy chef?”
He thinks it over as his fingers dance down my back to my hole so he can push his cum back inside me. “I think I still like the passenger who wants to be put in first class.”
“Whatever you want,” I say easily, dropping kisses on his chest. “Want to eat now?”
“Fuck yes. You wore me out,” he says with a slap on my ass. “Let’s see what Gerald’s made today.”
We get dressed, unable to keep our hands off each other as we do. It’s not that we’re constantly horny for each other… Okay, most of the time we are, but I’m so tragically attached to him that if he’s not touching me?—
Well, I don’t like how it feels.
He takes my hand as we walk towards the door, swinging it open to reveal Asi on the other side. He sighs deeply, eyebrows pinched in irritation. “Did you not hear me knocking for the last five minutes?”
Bel wrinkles his nose. “You were knocking?”
“Yes, Chef .” Groaning, he shudders as he takes our joined hands and tugs us out the door. “Come on. Mammon called a meeting and we’re already late.”
I immediately perk up at the sound of Mammon’s name. Bel is my favorite person by far, but Mammon…
Ugh. Swoon.
He’s just utter perfection. So strong, so handsome, so powerful. Bel and I both think so. We’ve been trying everything we can to get him to rail us into the next century. Fuck, it would even be enough if he chose at least one of us so the other could live vicariously through him.
I just love him so much. He’s supposed to be all scary and growly, but— fuck me —I know there’s a teddy bear hidden under that composed shell of his. I want him to wrap Bel and I in the biggest hug, hold us against his chest, and squeeze us until we die.
But no. Mammon has made it abundantly clear that he sees us as nothing more than his brothers—most of the time, a nuisance—and every single sexy suggestion is always shot down.
Boo.
Sensing my thoughts, Bel nudges my shoulder. “What do I have to do to make you smile?”
“Suck my dick?” He snorts and shoves me, so I shove him back. “I’m fine.”
He nods, kissing our joined hands. “If you’re good, I’m good.”
We keep our hands locked together as we enter Mammon’s office. Where he used to have just a single desk, he’s recently upgraded to a large round wooden table to fit all of us. Levi and Luc are already here. They’re so consumed with each other, I don’t think they even notice us arrive. Levi has his chair pulled all the way up to Luc’s, his chin resting on his shoulder as he sucks marks onto his neck. Goddamn, they’re so cute. And so hot too. Bel and I have tried to see if we could watch them fuck again but haven’t found any luck.
They’ll cave eventually, those nasty fuckers.
Mammon doesn’t acknowledge us as we sit. He simply starts speaking as if he owns the room, and us, and hell if I’m not here for it. He’s so sexy when he’s commanding. And that voice, a smooth-as-butter Southern drawl that’s like sex for your ears. It drives me crazy.
“Asmodeus,” he starts, bringing a pen and paper in front of him. “What’s the update on transportation?”
Asi shrugs. “All the exits are still cut off. The ferries are docked and the sea planes have been destroyed. Nobody’s getting on or off this island any time soon.”
“Luc? Communication?”
“I talked with the guy from utility maintenance for the city. He said the lines are still down,” Luc says, his breath hitching when coincidentally Levi’s hand disappears under the table. It’s with a breathy voice and a slight stutter that he finishes his sentence. “And the m-media outlets are still reporting a power failure on the island that’s s-stopping any and all communication.”
Mammon nods, just a ghost of a smile on his lips as he jots all this down. “Perfect. Anything else I need to worry about?”
Asi shakes his head. “Not at the moment. The police chief, the mayor, and the wealthier citizens are all under your hand.”
“Keep your ear to the ground, Asmodeus,” he tells him. “Make sure our conduits are reporting all information straight to you.”
I pout. I wanted to be Mammon’s point person, but he swiftly disregarded that idea when I offered. Fuck Asi for getting to spend so much time with him. They’re always in this office, plotting away while my sad dick yearns to be there too. Didn’t meetings like these used to have cup bearers? I’d happily stand and wait for instruction, just for the chance to serve Mammon some wine. If he drank, that is.
“Anything else?” Levi growls, practically humping Luc’s leg. “Can we go now?”
Mammon rolls his eyes. “Yes. Nobody needs to see the two of you fucking again.”
“Oh, oh!” Bel shouts, jumping in his seat as he raises his hand. “Pick me!”
Dropping my head onto his shoulder, I laugh. Bel’s so funny. He’s honestly the very best. No, that’s a lie. Mammon is the greatest person who has ever, and will ever, live.
I sigh dreamily as I stare at him. So beautiful, with his bright blue eyes and his short blond hair. He looks like a comic book hero in his street clothes, and I’d totally bend over so he could pound me in his super suit.
He’s so smart too. The very smartest. To be able to plan this whole coup and find a way to take over an entire island? I’d love to crack open his skull and just gawk at his enormous brain. Wouldn’t that be just the nicest?
“You can all go now,” Mammon says, dismissing us quickly as he reaches for his laptop beside him. “Dinner is at seven tonight.”
Everyone nods and gets up to leave, but I stay firmly planted in my seat. I just want to look at him for a little longer. That’s it. Just have my fill so I can have a nice wet dream about him tonight and come inside my boxers imagining what he would do to Bel and me.
He sighs without looking up but quirks an eyebrow. “Yes?”
I shoot a look at Bel, nibbling on my bottom lip. He’s always been the more courageous of the two of us, and I silently plead with him to do something. Please, please, pretty please .
“Want to hear what we were doing before the meeting, Daddy?” He winks at me and places a hand on my thigh.
“No, I’m?—”
“I was his dirty sous chef,” I blurt out, my cheeks tinged pink as I relive the moment. “I put too much cilantro in the trifle.”
Finally, Mammon looks up. “You what?”
“I got to fuck my cum back into him,” Bel says, painting a beautifully filthy picture. “Want to try him out? Gore’s a good little cum dumpster.”
Already growing hard in my jeans, I nod frantically. “I really am.”
Mammon’s brow furrows as his lip curls up with a look of disgust. “No. Now, if you don’t have anything productive to add to this conversation, I have to work.”
I shrink in my seat, tears watering in my eyes as I try to keep my cool. Bel shoots me a sympathetic smile but shrugs, handling the rejection way better than I am. He helps me out of my seat but can’t help but get one last word in. “I’ll loan out his sweet asshole to you any time. All you have to do is ask.”
I groan as precum leaks from my tip. Just the idea of being passed around between them is going to make me come in my pants. When Mammon doesn’t respond, Bel growls, practically stomping his foot before dragging me out of the room.
In the hallway, he starts to pace, and I know it’s because he’s frustrated. I am too, but I never seem to express it the way he does. I’d rather curl up in a ball and cry, whereas he just wants to break shit. Or…
He spins me around, pressing me against the wall outside of the office, and shoves my pants down past my ass. “Going to fuck you again.”
“Yes,” I breathe, knowing his cum is still slicking me up. “Take anything you need, Bel.”
He doesn’t bother trying to stretch me before he’s shoving his dick so far up my ass, I actually feel it in my guts. Pounding into me relentlessly, he takes out all his irritation on me. I’ll happily take it any day. I just like making him happy. I’d like to make Mammon happy too, but he won’t let me.
We’d be so good for him. We’d do anything he asked. We’d be his perfect little pets.
But he won’t fucking play with us.
“One day, things will be different,” Bel promises, biting down on my ear so hard I yelp. “He’s ours, Gore. We just have to be willing to do whatever it takes to get him and, when we do, it’ll be two cocks stretching this ass open instead of one.”
The mere image of both of them inside me causes me to explode untouched. I paint the wall with my cum, but before I can recover, Bel is already forcing me onto my knees.
“Lick it,” he commands, and I’m powerless to do anything but obey him. As my tongue darts out against the wall, he pets my hair softly. “See, Gore? You’re so perfect. Why wouldn’t he want you?”
And it’s with a smile that I clean up the wall, an almost hazy cloud overtaking me because Bel has never lied to me before. If he really believes Mammon will be ours, I know our dream will come true.
It’s only a matter of time.