Chapter 6
Hellion
“I had promised you entertainment,” I said as I sauntered onto the stage. “Entertainment of the best sort. May I present to you: me! I’m going to entertain the lot of you. As you all have agreed to come to this BDSM party, thinly veiled as a stag night, I know you are a bunch of kinky motherfuckers. So, I will give you something to be horny about.”
I winked at the first man who caught my eye, Michael, in this instant. His cheeks flared with pretty pink color.
“May I present: my assistant. Beautiful, skilled and absolutely unique demon-angel, Zachariel himself!”
“Thank you for this rousing introduction,” Zachariel said dryly. “Now, I think you have talked enough, darling. Don’t worry. I’m ready to take the reins now.”
I swallowed as Zachariel took my chin between his fingers and pushed my head up until my throat was showing, open and vulnerable. He moved behind me and started inspecting me, his hands roaming over my body, hiking my shirt up while he talked about me as if I was a prime cut of meat ready to be sold at an auction.
“Ladies and gentlemen, what you see here is a wonderful specimen. A bit used, but still in working order,” Zachariel announced.
“Do the goods have any faults?” Aurelius asked eagerly, ganging up on me with my dom.
“Hellion here has a bit of a temperament, but with a tight enough leash, he will accept his place. Won’t you, pet?”
I showed my teeth and glared at the crowd.
“Only if it’s Zachariel. None of you could handle me.”
Sometimes all I ever wanted was to bite and scratch against Zachariel’s orders. But tonight I wanted to play along with whatever he had in store. I could take offense at this talk, or I could take pride in it. Decision to go along with the humiliation for now made, I let myself relax into the bold touches.
I couldn’t wait for Zachariel to get on with the show and fuck me when I’m on my fours. He already had me going, my cock straining in my pants in anticipation of acting like a slut and dirtying this pretty little podium with my cum.
“Let’s see how well you can behave,” Zachariel said. “Strip.”
I let my clothes fly off in the most unsexy manner possible. It was Zachariel’s fault; he didn’t specify how I should disrobe, so I took the most efficient, even if not the most aesthetically pleasing, route. Soon, I stood naked before the crowd, keeping the flush off my face through sheer willpower.
Yeah, I was erect. So what? Let them stare. Yeah, my cock wasn’t the biggest in the room. But that was never my intention when creating this body. It was a conscious choice, not a matter of some ill-advised competition between humans who thought a bigger cock is always better.
“Ah, Hellion, Hellion,” Zachariel addressed me. “You technically obeyed my orders, but I know you can do better. I’m going to give you an incentive to behave and please me. Words are just one layer of communication… You know me, you know what I want, what I think about, don’t you? Use that pretty brain of yours to become perfect for me. Anticipate my desires. And if you can’t think with your upstairs brain, maybe the lower one will work.”
Suddenly, in his slender fingers there was a glint of metal and, before I even knew what was happening, a metal ring was around my cock. It didn’t look like the usual cockring we would sometimes use in our bedroom, because that one had a contraption to squeeze around my balls as well as the shaft, to more effectively prevent me from coming. This was just a plain strip of cold metal. So, what was it for?
“Now, lick my boots,” Zachariel ordered.
“Fuck you,” I said reflexively, and I jerked as the ring around my cock zapped me with electricity.
“Fuck! Did you just cattle prod my dick?!” I shouted.
“Why, yes, I did. It’s only a small charge that isn’t going to do much damage, but it will deter you and remind you to be a good boy. Won’t it?”
“Wasn’t there supposed to be some incentive? Not punishment? Betrayal!” I muttered.
“To get a reward you need to perform well. Lick. My. Boots.”
I stalled for a moment, my expression tense, but the unknown of the promised reward was too much of a temptation to just ignore. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, I thought as I dropped to my knees with a huff.
Zachariel was in his usual white ensemble, but, impossibly, it was an improvement over the previous beautiful clothes because this suit came from the increasingly coveted brand of a famous fashion designer, Aurelius. The boots were white as well, shining as if they were completely new. I lowered myself and gave the top of the boot one single lick, then looked up at Zachariel expectantly.
Another jolt went through my body, but this time it wasn’t electricity. It was the reward. The ring around the base of my cock vibrated and the feeling immediately made my cock go from its half-up state to complete hardness. By the time the vibrations stopped, they left me panting, clutching at Zachariel’s leg.
“Did you like your reward?” Zachariel asked in a mild tone, as if we were discussing grocery shopping.
“Not half bad,” I said weakly, pretty sure this was going to destroy me
Oh well, what a way to go.
I took another lick without being ordered to and, as the vibration not only returned but kicked up a notch, I repeated my action, dirtying the boot with saliva which pooled in my mouth as my body was wrecked with bliss.
“See, it wasn’t so hard, was it?” Zachariel said.
I had to be a perfect picture of a pet at his master’s feet, my ass high up in the air, my head lowered in supplication, as I debased myself by licking his boots.
My eyes fell closed to protect me from seeing the reactions of the people I have taunted at the start of this show. I didn’t have to look at them, right? But Zachariel had a different idea.
“I want to touch you, pet. But to do that I need two hands. And, as you can see, one of them is occupied.”
He presented the source of my torture and pleasure to me. A little remote with a button for the shocks and a dial for vibrations. How such a little thing could wreck me so much…
“But it would be a shame to not let you experience the joys of this toy further and leave it unused, as the ring is already around your cock. That’s why I’m going to give the remote to the person of your choosing, so I can have my hands free and you still get your fun.”
Wait, what?
I straightened up, sitting on the back of my heels, and looked up at Zachariel as if he was crazy.
“You… you want me to what?!”
“I want you to give control over this…” Zach pushed his boot against my cock for a moment before he pulled it away. “…to someone other than me.” The challenge in his eyes, the tilt of his head, said he knew perfectly well how to rile me up. “Are you going to choose… or are you going to call this off?”
I would not be stopped by a little hurdle in my way. Alright, if Zachariel wanted to play like that… let’s play. I scanned the crowd for someone who I could give the control to and saw Aurelius practically bouncing in his seat, his hand raised high. Yeah, I could see how he could be a good choice, as I did trust him. After all, he was my friend, even if he was a little shitster who would use the opportunity to stir chaos. But that choice would be too obvious. I needed to do something unexpected to gain back a bit of my control. I looked next to Aurelius.
“Abaddon. Give it to Abaddon.”
Aurelius froze in shock but then his eyes narrowed and he leaned towards Abaddon, frantically whispering something in his ear. After that conversation, the Archdemon held out his hand. I could see Aurelius was going to punish me for my choice, but our entire relationship was always based on prodding at each other and getting into fights, then laughing about it later. So it was going to be fine.
If I survived, that is.
Zachariel turned the vibrations completely off before he gave the remote to Abaddon. I was expecting the demonic pair to use it immediately, but Abaddon chose to wait, so instead, I focused on what Zachariel had been doing. Now that he had two hands free, he was using them liberally. He pulled me up and ordered me to stand still. Then he walked around me, one hand or the other, or both of them on my body all the time. One minute he was touching my neck, the other he focused on my ass, then switched to tormenting my chest, getting close to my nipples but refusing to touch them. He pressed his fingers along my shoulders, my spine, mixing delicate swipes with harder presses which made my muscles ache before the touch went away.
It was driving me crazy, and I had to ball my fists up as I stood there, letting Zachariel do whatever he wanted to me. Anything he wanted, and this was what he chose to torment me with? This good-but-not-enough slow unraveling? I had to fight to not spit out the ‘hurry-up’ that laid on the tip of my tongue. I knew that speaking up now would have the opposite effect and Zachariel would slow down even more. My patience paid off as minutes later Zachariel circled to the front of me and patted my cheek condescendingly.
“Good boy,” he said in a way that was absolutely designed to rile me up.
Zachariel snatched his fingers away with a laugh when I tried to bite him.
“Now, I want to prepare you. But, I’m wondering, what would our spectators like more: to see your ass when I plunge my fingers in or to watch your face and see all the emotions, all the feelings you won’t be able to hide?”
There was a mix of responses from the crowd.
“Both options are good, you say? Then how about this? Let’s use the circular shape of the scene. I will get Hellion across my lap and this way, you can choose which part you want to watch by shifting your chair to get the preferred view.”
Zachariel went to grab one of the chairs himself, placed it on the scene, sprawled on it, then patted his thigh. It may not have been a verbal order, but he was pretty clear I had to anticipate his needs, so I decided this non-verbal order preceded the previous verbal one. Unfreezing from my position I approached Zachariel quickly, knowing that if I thought about it too long I would have trouble just folding over. So I made it quick and painless, over and done in a second, like ripping off a bandaid. The embarrassment set in after I was in position, especially when I had to watch several of our spectators shift their seats to watch my face.
I was unsurprised to see Aurelius and Abaddon among those. But I also spotted Raphael, Serena, and Anael. Fortunately, I didn’t have to fixate on that alone for long, as Zachariel pulled out a little foil square full of lube and started to prepare me.
Demons didn’t need as much preparation as humans, but Zachariel enjoyed doing this. He took pleasure in watching me squirm on his fingers. I wasn’t surprised that he took his time with it, just circling one finger over my tight opening, making sure I was wet, relaxed, and sensitive before he plunged his first finger in. The moment he did, I cried out as I could feel not only his finger in me, but the forgotten cockring coming to life. Those bastards, Aurelius and Abaddon, got me when I was least expecting it and cranked the vibrations high from the start, making me bite my lips to keep the moans in and not give them satisfaction. I could last a bit longer, before the embarrassing sounds spilled freely from my lips, right?
My cock was trapped against Zachariel’s thigh, and before the demonic pair turned the vibrations off, my cock was drooling against it. Zachariel played with my hole, teasing me with that one finger until I was pretty sure the only thing stopping him from giving me another was his cruelty. Sadistic bastard.
“Give me more!” I demanded after much too long of this torment.
And I got more.
An electric shock sparked along my cock, making my jaw lock before I whimpered pathetically.
“Don’t be greedy,” Aurelius called from his seat.
Zachariel chose the moment I opened my mouth to respond with a cutting remark to push his second finger in and immediately went to town. I moaned at the fast rhythm of in and out, the whirlwind of heat spreading through my trembling body. They could all see it… they were staring… I didn’t know what exactly showed on my face, but they looked captivated. I usually tried to separate sex and emotion and I was pretty successful at that in the past. That is until Zachariel came along and turned my world upside down. Now each sexual act was inevitably connected to mushy emotions as well. How low have I fallen! Well, low enough to be a demon in the lap of an angel, so maybe it wasn’t that bad. Especially when Zachariel targeted my prostate and pressed the tips of his slender fingers against it, rubbing in a tight circle that made me nearly levitate off his lap.
“There,” I cried out. ”There, yes, ah, please!”
Zachariel tormented me, pressing on that spot until it was tender and sensitive, leaving me panting, my breaths shallow and labored, my cock throbbing with the need to come. It was only then I was finally given three fingers.
“Thank God!” I panted out, ready for this last stage of preparation to be over.
“There’s no God for you to thank anymore,” Zachariel said in an amused tone. “But you can thank someone else.”
With three fingers already in my ass, I was pretty sure this was going to end with me being fucked soon, no matter how much of a brat I was, so I dared to fight back a little.
“Well, first, I would like to thank Aurelius and Abaddon for getting hitched soon and giving me an excuse to throw this, ah, fuck! This amazing bachelor party. Secondly, I would like to… nnn… t-thank Kreshadon and Nathaniel for creating this amazing place. Steel Velvet is really cool, you guys.”
“Thanks!” came Nathaniel’s cheerful reply from the side of my ass.
“If you could?” Zachariel’s question puzzled me before I caught how Abaddon’s fingers moved on the remote.
The fun thing is, I thought the shocks were the worst that could happen. Sure, it was a punishment, but a punishment I was ready to take. But there was something worse than the shocks. The cock ring could give me pain and pleasure at the same time.
I was not ready to take that.
My voice went high and then broke as I tried to make sense of the dual sensation of electricity and vibrations enveloping my cock. It was so much, too much.
“T-thank yo—,” I tried to say what Zachariel wanted to hear, but the sensations going through me were so all-consuming the words broke on my tongue and slid into a wretched groan before I could finish the sentence. I tried again, scrambling for just a few brain cells to finish what I had to say.
“T-thank you, Zachariel!” I pushed out. More of a desperate scream than anything else.
The vibrations and electricity stopped. My panting breaths and small moans at the aftershocks were incredibly loud in the following silence.
“There’s my good boy,” Zachariel praised, and I curled into his leg to get that tiny little bit of more contact.
He pulled his fingers out of me, ready for the next part. But now I found myself too close to the edge. My cock was dripping with precum, rock hard, the heat in my abdomen like molten lava. I knew I didn’t have enough willpower to ignore it.
I didn’t know if I was ready for the next part.
Strong but gentle hands encouraged me to get up from the position over Zachariel’s lap. I stood up gingerly, letting my lover pull me to the side without protest, still focused on getting my cock to listen, to let me savor this experience for at least a few minutes more. Down boy!
Only when Nathaniel and Kreshadon stepped up to the center of the scene and unfolded an enormous, extremely fluffy white rug in the center did I realize they were preparing the place for me. Shit. I thought my imaginations of him fucking me on all fours like an animal was only a projection of my own desires, wishful thinking, but it very well could become true now. With no bed or seat in sight, it seemed inevitable. We were going to do it on the floor. No matter how luxurious and soft it was, it was still the floor. It sent a shiver of excitement down my spine.
“We are nearly done,” Zachariel said.
Wait, nearly?
Zachariel accepted something from Kreshadon, and my eyes widened. It was a collar. A beautiful thing of white leather that would fit snugly around my throat. And, no less importantly, it had a lead.
“I love your collar,” Zachariel said, and I hissed in pain as the decoration on my neck made with his grace flared to life for a second before it became invisible again. “But we need something more tangible tonight. Will you accept this collar as well?”
I tilted my chin up proudly. “I had already accepted you collaring me. It doesn’t matter to me what form the collar takes.”
The smile I got in answer could light up an entire neighborhood with its power.
The white leather strip coiled around my neck as Zachariel tied it carefully, buckling the collar up, checking if it was tight before he stepped back. He made me stumble forward as he led me to the center of the rug and pulled me down until I was on my knees, then my hands… He grabbed the collar itself and forced me as low as I could go until my face was buried in the fluffy carpet.
“Stay like this,” he said calmly. As if he wasn’t affected by this at all. Filthy liar.
For a moment I considered showing my teeth and fighting back, but I knew how the man fucked. I could have started in a more dignified position, but sooner or later, I would end up like this; head lolling against the floor, my hands unable to support me.
“Hurry,” I groaned.
Zachariel ran an indulgent hand over my spine. Then he parted my ass cheeks, pausing to see how my hole was gaping, hungry to be filled. As he continued staring, I realized he wasn’t doing it only for his own titillation.
They all stared at me.
All around me, people shifted in their seats again to get a better viewing point, some just forsaking the chairs to stand and prowl around the scene to get a full 3D view. I was as exposed as I could get. And they all reveled in it. Especially Zachariel.
The hand spreading me pulled off, and I was about to protest at the loss of contact, but a much-wanted sound stopped me. Zachariel pulled his zipper down.
I tried to turn around to take a look at him pulling out his cock, the flushed column of his erection always a sight, but he pulled at my collar, turning my head back to the previous position. So I just lay there, waiting for salvation to come.
Deliver me from waiting for cock, I thought feverishly. And even if God wasn’t there anymore, someone still had answered my prayers.
I felt the tip of Zachariel’s cock pressing between my cheeks, snagging on my hole. The angel-demon pushed forward and forced his way inside, inch by inch, making me feel every step of this slow joining of our bodies.
This was a ritual designed solely for pleasure. There was no excuse of procreation, not only because we were men, but because angels and demons differed from humans, and we couldn’t get anyone pregnant. Each of our sexual exploits was always geared only towards satisfaction. Satiating those base desires.
I felt all those carnal instincts awake in me as Zachariel spread me open with the tip of his cock, pushing further and further inside me, hollowing me out to create a space for the incoming bliss. The first thrust was slow and deliberate, second and third as well, but by the fifth there was something animalistic in Zachariel’s thrusts. The need he tried to keep hidden blossomed into flowers of lust, his desires exposed for everyone to see and admire.
That, more than the response of my own body, was my undoing. At a particularly toe-curling thrust I cried out Zachariel’s name, and it was all the warning he had before I tumbled down the road of no return and fell apart on his cock. My ass squeezed tight, milking him as my cum stained the white rug underneath. I had to turn my head to the side to gasp for air, as the aftershock wrecked my body, the feeling only prolonged by Zachariel sheathing himself in me to the hilt and staying there, buried so deep inside me I could swear I felt the shape of him.
When my breathing returned nearly to its normal state I stilled, waiting for Zachariel’s reaction. Was he going to be angry because I came without permission? Was he going to use it against me and fuck me until I was a wreck once more, then not allow me to come once he finished? Those were all real possibilities, things that had happened in the past. Zachariel could be a cruel dom, but I wouldn’t have him any other way. I enjoyed this game between us too much.
But Zachariel did not scold me. Worse; he praised me in an utterly condescending and arousing way.
“Such a beautiful boy, Hellion. You just couldn’t wait… It was too much for your poor body. Isn’t that right? I know you’re just a little slut and you can’t help yourself. It’s not your fault. If anything, it’s mine. I spoiled you too much. And now I’m reaping what I had sown myself. So, let’s start again, baby. And this time, do not forget to ask for my permission to come. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I gasped out.
I felt him pull that thick, hard length back to prepare for continuing our dalliance. I grabbed the strands of white, fluffy hair from the rug, anchoring myself, but Zachariel’s thrust still pushed my whole body forward, sliding me along the carpet with the strength of it. The previous fucking was just a little taste of what he could do; now, it was no holds barred. My still over-sensitive body seized around his cock, the plowing thrusts of his hips grinding against me, making me see stars.
“You look like you’re having fun,” Aurelius commented innocently.
I knew nothing good could come out of it. Just as expected. Aurelius used his power over Abaddon and made the bigger man turn the dial up. At first, it was just a gentle simmer, barely noticeable. But as I continued to play the role of a tight hole for Zachariel, the vibrations strengthened. I could feel every turn, every change, from one to two, from two to three, all the way to ten.
“Ah! Nnn!” I cried out, unable to keep the moans in as I was worked from front and back, my newly spent cock was forced into half-hardness.
Too soon, much too soon!.
At the peak of vibrations I could do nothing but open my mouth and make desperate sounds, letting drool escape from the corner of my mouth, the pristine carpet under me getting filthy. I had no control over myself, and my hips started dancing by themselves, pushing back onto Zachariel’s thrust, and then trying to slink away when he grazed my prostate, the pressure on that bundle of nerves so potent I couldn’t stand it.
There was no escape, so I just let it happen. That familiar sensation of floating, spiraling into this state of blissfulness unlike anything else I had ever experienced, took me under. My brain, my body belonged to my dom. I was hot and bothered and ready, so ready, so open.
“Please, Zachariel, please, yes, oh… nnn! Ah! Please,” I babbled.
I could feel him, huge and pulsing, in my ass. He had to be near completion, right? Right? I couldn’t stand this for much longer.
“Do you want to come?” Zachariel asked, his voice filled with arousal.
My mouth opened, but no words came out, just a pitiful groan. Zachariel yanked at the leash of my collar, pulling me up until I was on all fours, only the strength of the material around my neck keeping me upright. “Answer me. Do you want to come?” Zachariel repeated, an edge to his voice.
I mustered the last vestiges of my strength to push myself up, enough for the collar to not cut off my ability to speak.
“It will hurt!” I said.
“Yes,” Zachariel agreed. “Do you still want it?”
There was only one proper answer to this relentless question.
“Yes,” I said.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Zachariel look at Aurelius and Abaddon.
“Turn it off. He will come only on my cock or not at all.”
The sudden cessation of the maddening vibrations left me panting for air, the sensation going from ten to zero in a second, leaving me trembling. But then Zachariel pushed into me once more, and all those pleasure points inside my body exploded like fireworks once more. Truly, Zachariel showed everyone that I didn’t need any toy to cry out when I had him possessing my body so thoroughly, reminding me who I belonged to.
“Can I come? Ngh! Please, let me come,” I pleaded desperately, intimately aware that he had only asked if I wanted to come, and he hadn’t explicitly given me permission to do it.
“Yes, darling, you have earned it,” Zachariel said, then pushed his fingers under the collar, choking me as I came, prolonging the high I experienced by adding oxygen-depravation to the mix.
It probably didn’t last long, but for me, it stretched infinitely, like a second trapped in time, repeating over and over again until I was barely aware that Zachariel had finished inside of me and pulled out as I collapsed against the rug.
He crooned sweet nothings at me, then thanked everybody watching before carrying me to a room where it was just the two of us. No spectators, no one to fear looking beneath my mask, just us.
I made a needy sound, allowing myself to be vulnerable, just a kitten with no claws at the moment. Zachariel bent down to nuzzle me, stroking my hair, holding me close, giving me everything I wanted.
If I were truly a kitten, I would be purring.