Chapter 4
Tirael
“Finally!” Beelzebub exclaimed as soon as the door closed behind me and Raphael. “All the boring stuff is out of the way, so it’s time to play!”
With that declaration he snapped forward like a viper, his hands clutching at my hair. Only a small sound of terrified surprise escaped my lips before he brought me down.
“On your knees,” he said, and I gazed up at him with something like wonder.
After the calm demeanor and studious explanations of Raphael, this felt like going from a relaxing swim in an Olympic pool to being thrown into the middle of a stormy ocean. The thrill of it seeped into my bones.
“Now, we have shared custody of our pet today, so I will play nice and let you decide who you want to take the first crack at you,” the demon said pleasantly.
It felt like a trap. I couldn’t decide. Both answers, both choices, would displease Beelzebub in different ways. I looked up at his demonic face, searching for a clue.
“Both,” I finally settled on. “Isn’t that what I was promised?”
“Oh, clever pet. I can see your gluttony. You want to have it all, don’t you? And this is exactly why you have to be punished. Because you are so weak to temptation. So, let’s do it like this: Raphael will start, but he will prepare you for me.” Beelzebub’s blackened hand reached for a coil of red rope and he presented it to Raphael. “Do your worst, angel.”
Raphael took the order–or was it a challenge?–in stride.
“This color will look beautiful on you,” the angel gave praise as easy as he breathed. “Let’s start small, shall we? Just the hands will be enough for now.”
Gently but steadily he helped me up and guided me to sit on the big bed in the center of the room.
“Can you feel the texture of the rope? It’s rough enough the knots will hold well but smooth enough to not hurt your skin…”
“Unless you struggle a lot,” Beelzebub interjected with a shit-eating grin.
“…yes, thank you for you immeasurable wisdom, Beelzebub.”
“You’re welcome.”
“As I was saying… This rope is hemp, a good choice. Now, if you could hold your hand like this…”
It was easy to fall into the mindset of obeying instructions. This was the only thing I was good at. Following orders. But I couldn’t help how having structure and guidance grounded me, made everything easier. I was grateful for Raphael taking his time to explain every step to me as the unfamiliar sensation of the rope settled around my wrists. When the tie was done it felt… secure. Safe. Of course, Beelzebub took that moment to add his two cents.
“Look at that. How does it feel to be trapped like this? You are so vulnerable now, I could do anything to you.” He used his still regrowing arm that ended in a heavy golden hand prosthesis to pin my bound hands down between my legs. Then he used his other hand to grab my chin and devoured my lips in a ferocious kiss.
“Better hurry with the preparations or I will eat him,” the demon threatened as he left me panting, a trickle of blood sliding down my chin from where I cut my lip on his razor sharp fangs.
My head was spinning with the conflicting emotions. How could I feel safe and like prey at the same time?
“Help me get his pants off and it will be faster,” Raphael offered and together they started peeling away the skin-tight leather pants. I cursed Hellion to the Heavens for bullying me into wearing this outfit. With my hands bound I couldn’t do much but let myself be manhandled, pushed around like a doll, until I was half naked.
The urge to cover myself was strong as two pairs of vibrant eyes intently studied my body.
As an angel, I could shape my body however I wanted. I could have luxurious black hair trailing behind me like a veil, or eyes so piercingly blue they looked like ice. But over the centuries of my existence I had chosen to be plain, unimportant, unassuming. It was better to not gather any attention, and looking like I did now helped me fade into the background. But here, under their gazes, I was seen. Being perceived was horrible.
I didn’t want it to end.
“My, oh my, we have barely started, and you are already so hard. What a slut,” Beelzebub said. “I’m afraid your pretty little cock won’t find relief soon. Not until I punish you. You are not allowed to come until I say so, understood?” The message was underlined by Beelzebub’s clawed hand sinking into the skin of my hip, pinpricks of pain making me extremely aware of how close that dangerous hand was to my vulnerable erection.
“Yes,” I gasped out, scared and horny.
“Yes, what?” Beelzebub asked sweetly.
“Yes, sir,” I responded immediately.
“Nah. He’s the sir,” Beelzebub said, nodding towards Raphael with a sneer. “That sounds so civilized. I am not a sir. I am your master, pet.”
“Master,” I whimpered.
“Very well, you deserve a little reward,” Beelzebub said.
The sharp claws neared my cock, and I froze, keeping myself as still as possible, not even breathing, as the dangerous weapons curled around my most vulnerable part.
“Ah!” I cried out.
The hand moved up and down as Beelzebub set a vicious rhythm that made me bite my lip to keep the frenzied moans that wanted to escape from behind my lips. He gave me no mercy. There was only the wetness of my precum to ease the way, but it was enough with the way I was leaking, so turned on I was close to coming in no time. Too close. Wasn’t I supposed to hold off? I couldn’t fail so soon. Beelzebub wasn’t a kind master who tolerated failure. I could not disappoint him. I had to stop myself from orgasming. I had to…!
Beelzebub’s hand stilled on me, just as I was on the verge of coming.
“Your reward looks a lot like a punishment,” Raphael reproached Beelzebub.
I saw it was the angel’s hand that was stopping Beelzebub from continuing.
“Reward, punishment… the line is a bit blurry, isn’t it?” Beelzebub blinked at me with obvious fake innocence. “I suppose I will take mercy on you, little mouse, and give you at least a chance to succeed. Are you ready for the real punishment?”
Still panting, I squeezed my eyes shut, but nodded.
“That’s what I like to hear. Turn around, babe. I want to see your back and ass completely covered in my marks.”
I turned around the best I could while bound, shimmying into position and burying my flaming face in the soft covers.
The metal hand settled on my bare midriff, startling me with its coldness, but what followed was even more shocking. One moment I was covered by the see-through mesh shirt, and the next, the fabric was being ripped apart by Beelzebub’s vicious claws until the last barrier between me and the beast above was gone, torn to shreds.
Beelzebub pushed a hand under me, pulling me into a position on my hands and knees, and throwing away the scraps of my clothing, uncaring for the mess he was making on the floor.
“Good doggie,” Beelzebub snickered, pulling away from me. I heard his steps behind me as he approached one of the nearby dressers and took something out.
I flinched at the whistling sound of something cutting through the air, but there was no impact against my skin. Beelzebub wanted to scare me, to make my heart beat a staccato rhythm, and he succeeded with that display. I was prepared for the next strike to land on my back. Instead, there was a pause, and I realized Raphael was keeping Beelzebub at bay.
“Just like that? You aren’t going to make sure he knows what he’s being punished for?” Raphael said furiously.
“Oh, he very well knows what he has to atone for. He was a bad boy.”
“That’s not good enough. Just hold your horses. Tirael, do you know what you’re being punished for?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then tell me.”
I froze, the breath in my lungs stopping as if I was paralyzed. My fear of Beelzebub and what he was going to do was only normal; any living animal should have a measure of healthy respect for the damage a demon Beelzebub’s league could do. I expected that fear. Or even enjoyed it. That fear was a bit like a taste of chili peppers on my tongue, burning so good.
But this… forcing me to admit my mistakes aloud, to confess… It was such an irony that in this moment Raphael was the more sadistic one.
“I have sinned…” I said through barely cooperating lips. “My actions towards Zachariel were horrible. Inexcusable. I hurt him.”
“What else?” Raphael prompted gently.
More? I had to give more?
“I was selfish. I didn’t think hiding Zachariel’s identity as a demon would affect not just me but Heaven and Hell as well.” I swallowed thickly, feeling the prickle of tears at the corners of my eyes. “I lied to everyone. Just went on with my life. Even after I have heard about Zachariel and how Gabriel was trying to help him I kept silent. I crossed a line that should never be crossed when…”
Once I started speaking, I couldn’t stop. The words spilled from me as if a dam had burst open. I confessed all my sins until tears spilled over my cheeks and I sobbed out my confessions, frantic to list all my sins. I needed them to know everything. Everything!
The feeling of fire spreading over my back took me out of my frenzy so fast I blinked. Two tears fell down my cheeks, but there were no more coming, my psyche too stunned by the change, the aftertaste of the hit consuming all my attention.
“He gets it, see?” Beelzebub said to Raphael.
Another strip of pain crossed my flesh before I could even fully comprehend the first. Beelzebub was using… It wasn’t a whip. It had to be a leather crop. Short and quick. It stung where two parallel stripes landed on the upper part of my back. “I will give you a true reason to cry,” Beelzebub growled and then made good on his promise.
Each strike was a benediction of pain. The sound alone, a sharp whoosh, made me tense in preparation and that made it hurt even more, but I couldn’t control my reactions.
So much, I thought deliriously. It’s so much and there’s still more to come.
“Breathe.”
I looked up at the figure in front of me. Raphael snuck onto the bed and placed his hand over my bound ones, his expression sharper than before, but in a way that underlined I had his complete focus. The thought of being his whole world even for a precious few seconds made me shiver.
I took a shuddering breath and when the next strike hit the air left my lungs as a moan. The erection that flagged at the beginning of my punishment when I had to explain what I did wrong returned with a vengeance, leaving me stretched taut between two opposing feelings of pain and pleasure. With every new mark on my back the line between the two blurred until they became so intertwined I didn’t have any hope of separating them anymore. Pain was pleasure. And, as I remembered the order to not come, pleasure became pain.
“Hmm, I think you are warmed up now,” Beelzebub said casually.
This was… just a warmup?
My heart beat like crazy, a fluttering bird trapped in the cage of my ribs, as the adrenaline surged through my body. It turned out that I was right to fear what came next.
“Raphael, if you would be so kind?” Beelzebub mocked. They had a silent conversation over my head for a moment, but in the end Raphael sighed and rose from the bed to bring the item Beelzebub wanted to use.
“The crop stings, doesn’t it? It makes you feel like you are cut open. Whips are even better for that, but I had made demons a lot tougher than you need weeks of recuperation after I was done with them. They all cried and begged so beautifully… I have gone easy on you. And yet you look as if you are ready to fall apart. Or cum. Who am I kidding, cum while falling apart, most likely.” Beelzebub lowered himself over me, until his clothes caught on the welts on my back, making me hiss. He blanketed me completely, his healthy hand darting down to play with one of my nipples, pinching, squeezing, pulling as he talked. “So, let’s change it up a little, pup, with a different kind of pain.”
When I felt his weight leave me, I tried to turn my head to see what Beelzebub was going to wield now, but Raphael’s words stopped me.
“No peeking,” he said. “How about I distract you a little?” The angel sat at the edge of the bed and pulled me in for a kiss.
The difference between how Raphael kissed and how Beelzebub kissed was stark, like night and day. Where the demon tried to devour my mouth, turning the tangle of our tongues into a battle I had quickly lost, Raphael’s kiss was soft, coaxing—a mere press of lips at first before I responded to the gentle sliding of mouths by opening mine in return. Raphael didn’t push in immediately, instead taking his time to make me pant, leave me wanting more and more with every passing minute. I yearned to slide my hands into his hair and pull him to me until we were so close there was no way to tell where I ended and he began.
But with my hands bound, I had to do with what I was given.
The kiss ended as slowly as it began. I made a mournful noise at the loss, so Raphael gave me one last quick butterfly kiss before he settled himself away from me, ready to watch the spectacle I would become under Beelzebub’s hands.
“You two are so sweet,” Beelzebub said the endearment as if it was a dirty word, but… was I imagining the hint of longing in his voice? It was only an undertone but, as I was in such a vulnerable position, my mind was working overtime to decode every nuance of Beelzebub’s tone to anticipate what he was going to do.
“You know, I was planning to use a paddle, but I think I will go with something more intimate to start with.”
A palm landed squarely on my ass, making me jolt forward in surprise. The hit wasn’t even that much at first, but after a second the pain radiated, sinking deep. I craved more.
Beelzebub used his hand on my ass until I could feel it turning red.
“Yes, this is good. Just what I imagined,” the demon said after a particularly hard slap. “A personal touch in the shape of a handprint on your ass. I think you deserve a matching one on the other side, you slut,” I whimpered as my left ass cheek got the same treatment. My skin was oversensitive, and every touch—even one without force behind it—was making me squirm.
“Now that I made sure it will hurt even more…”
I heard a heavy thud of a paddle and flinched, but it didn’t land on my body. Beelzebub laughed meanly, expecting exactly the reaction I had given him. He was playing with my fear like a predator circling its prey, prolonging the deadly game.
Now he had my full attention, my body nearly shaking in anticipation of the next strike. The endorphins in my brain spilled like a wave as I tensed my back, which made the stinging welts work in tandem with my throbbing ass to create a powerful sensation that threatened to pull me under.
“Count for me,” Beelzebub said, and swung,
I made a muffled sound behind my lips, thinking the new kind of pain wasn’t so bad. A second later, the dull feeling transformed into something sharper.
“One,” I gasped out and immediately got a second strike. “Two,” I moaned, familiarizing myself with the way the paddle hit my ass.
It felt a bit like a deep-tissue massage, one of those sports ones where getting kinks out of your body could bring tears to your eyes, but the resulting release of tension was worth it. As the hits kept falling I thought this punishment was worth it as well. Like a tidal wave, the pain swept me away into bliss, making me switch between tension and being nearly boneless. I had trouble staying in position as my legs and arms started to tremble. In the end, I hung my head low, presenting my ass like an animal in heat to get more, more, more. My cock hung low, hard and straining, and I knew it was impossible for me to fulfill my orders of holding my orgasm off. Still, in my mind I begged for someone to have mercy on me, to save me from this incoming fate of failing my Master.
And like an angel in one of the human tales, Raphael appeared.
“Do you want my help?” he asked, and I nodded furiously.
Raphael took my shoulders and pushed me up until I was standing on my knees and half-leaning against his shoulder. “It’s alright,” Raphael soothed me.
I groaned shakily from where I was hiding in his neck as his hand traveled down my body. Oh no, he was reaching for my cock! This wasn’t the kind of help I needed! I was so close to coming the brush of his fingers nearly tided me over. I had to sink my teeth into the angel’s shoulder and use every bit of my willpower to stop myself from spilling all over his hand. My dizzy mind registered a different sensation around my cock as Raphael’s second hand joined the fry. He was—
There was a cockring around my length, keeping me from coming.
“Good boy, such a good angel,” Raphael said. “Just a little bit more. You can take it. I believe in you, sweetheart.”
Beelzebub raised his paddle to deliver the next blow, his cruel laugh echoing in the room.
“Oh no, you are still a bad boy, bitch. But you are lucky I like my prey that way. You want me to punish you, don’t you? Well then, let’s hear it. Beg me to hurt you.”
The blows stopped, but I registered it with delay because even without new input my whole body smarted and the oversensitive skin sent me signals of pain even when left alone. I was practically hanging on for dear life, curled into Raphael, my bound hands pressed to his black-and-poison-green suit, fingers clutching at the luxurious fabric.
He… Beelzebub, my Master, wanted me to beg.
If words meant I could complete my punishment and be finally absolved it was a small price to pay. I didn’t need dignity, I only needed for the pain to continue.
“Please, Master, I want it, I want you to hurt me, please,” I babbled.
“Be specific, pet,” Beelzebub demanded.
“Strike me, make me bleed. I want to carry your marks for days. Please, bless me with pain.”
The last line had to hit the mark because suddenly there were five lines of fire down my back. I screamed as Beelzebub dragged his claws over the already abused skin, tearing the red welts, making me bleed. This pain was red hot and sharp, violent in its intensity. Tears streamed down my face and drool escaped from the corner of my mouth as I reached a threshold of an overload of sensation and my mind both tried to escape from it and curl around it, which resulted in a haze I had never experienced before.
It felt like floating.
Some corner of my mind registered Raphael holding me, crooning praise as Beelzebub pressed against my smarting ass, the bulge of his trapped erection pressing against me as he whispered utter filth into my ear while he continued to hurt me, but I was too gone to really pay attention. My mouth moved, desperate pleas spilling forth as I completely lost control over my brain-to-mouth filter. I couldn’t do anything, affect anything, so I was finally free to just give it up. Surrender my control completely. I just needed to know one thing.
“Am I f-forgiven?”
“Yes,” Beelzebub said and reached down to undo the strap around my trapped cock. “Now, come for me.”
A hoarse scream left my throat as I followed his order.
The only thing keeping me together was Raphael’s arms tightening around me as I fell apart, finding catharsis in a mix of blood, cum, and tears.