What Good Is An Archer That Cannot Hit What he Aims For?

Belial's eyes flashed happily as Zakhir howled, the Demon was a true sadist, he loved nothing more than hearing people cry out in pain, it fuel him.

Slowly he removed the prod before placing it against the man's balls and shocking him again, to Zakhar's credit this was much more pain than a large majority of people could take, even amongst seasoned Slaves this was a rarity.

Most Slaves claimed to be pain sluts but after a few spanks they would be reduced to tears, Zakhar was a real pain slut, as pure as they came, he thrived under these conditions and yearned to be treated rougher.

After a few long moments of shocking him Belial put down the prod, moving closer to the Lycan as he unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants, letting them drop to the floor before kicking them away.

He didn't bother removing his shirt, this wasn't for Zakhar's pleasure so there was no need to show off his body to please the Lycan.

Hearing that last howl had the Demon hard and ready as he leaned forward and unhooked the Lycan.
He left the cuffs on him but pushed Zakhar down onto the floor, laying him out on his knees and forearms on the small pool of his own blood.

His hand smoothed over the Lycan's backside as he leaned over and forced himself deep inside of the man, a low groan escaping his lips as he pushed himself in completely.

His body jerked and he gave another loud cry. The pain of the shocks mingled with the pleasure of them, making the Lycan's cries hoarse.

Zakhar was the true definition of pain slut. Most people that claimed to be so were lying through their teeth and when Zakher ever met them, he proved to them that the titles they used was false. They were just people that wanted a little slap or pinch or bite.

Nothing compared to what he was.

Zakhar loved painful touches. He loved to feel the shock of electricity; the burn of hot metal, the harsh crack of a whip. He loved it all and wanted more.

The Lycan let the Demon manipulate him and guide him to his hands and knees.

He moaned loudly when Belial thrust into him.

The Demon's nails bit into Zakhar's hips sharply as Belial began to thrust into him roughly, pulling the man back as he thrust his hips forward.

This felt right, using the man as nothing more than a toy to please himself, slipping so easily back into his state of uncaring bliss.

Belial had finally found a Slave he was fond of and doted on him too much, that much was evident but now he was back in his proper Master mindset where he could dominate the man completely and manipulate his body into responding to him how ever he pleased.

He gave a low groan as his hips moved hard and fast in his own pace, he wanted this to be swift and brutal, a nice hard fuck.

Zakhar groaned softly, his body relaxing somewhat to allow the Demon to thrust into him and pull him back against him.

With each thrust the Lycan gave a soft moan or breathy sigh.

He enjoyed this greatly.

Being used as nothing more than a toy to satisfy Belial's need. He'd be used as a good fuck then tossed aside. Maybe even made to stay down here until the next time Belial wanted to fuck him.

His hips began thrusting back against Belial's of their own accord.

Belial's hands slid from Zakhar's hips as they began to thrust on their own, instead gripping his thighs as his hips moved faster and harder.

The Demon's hand cracked against the back of Zakhar's thigh, spanking him firmly, his palm hitting against the cut on his skin from the whipping earlier.

His other hand trailed up the man's spine, gripping onto the back of his hair and pulling it tight as he used it to pull the Lycan back against him roughly.

Belial's tongue ran over his lip as he gave another moan, this would become the norm now, he would use the Lycan for him own pleasure and anything Zakhar got in the realm of pleasure would be earned, he was in no way entitled to it.

The Lycan groaned softly, nails pressing against the concrete ground beneath his hands.

The pain and pleasure of being fucked like this was amazing.

He jerked a little, moaning softly when the Demon's palm cracked against his cut thigh. This was amazing. He could feel his blood running down over his pale skin. he could feel the hot friction of Belial's arousal thrusting in and out of him.

He gave a low whine when Belial pulled him back by his hair.

Zakhar was fine with this. Being treated like a toy. This was what it was like to be treated as a Slave. This is what he had expected. he wanted to be used like this; become Belial's little toy for him to beat and fuck all he wanted.

The Demon gave a low groan as he thrust into the Lycan with unrivaled force, his body slamming up against the Russian's as he showed the man just how hard he could fuck him, how much he had been holding back in their previous sessions.

Belial was strong and fast, capable of tremendous ferocity when it came to sex. He wanted a quick fuck but decided to drag this on until he knew that Zakhar would struggle to move afterwards whilst still remaining completely unsatisfied, he would not permit the Lycan to come today, not until he learned to hold his tongue.

He gave a loud moan, the friction of the man against him was arousing him greatly, more often than not his anger turned to desire in a heart beat, today was a clear example of that.

Zakhar groaned loudly. The thrusts were becoming more painful and less pleasurable with each hard thrust. Belial had been holding back; he could tell that now with him fucking him mercilessly like this.

There were no gentle touches or purposefully pleasurable acts.

This was rough and brutal; designed to torture not pleasure.

He loved it. Zakhar didn't care what happened today. He loved feeling like this. he loved his Master treating him like a toy.

The Lycan murmured "Master" under his breath softly.

Belial drove into Zakhar sharply as he spoke, spanking him on the thigh again as he did so, he was sick of the Lycan's words, he didn't want to hear them at the moment.

The Demon let out a low groan as his thrusts sped up and became less timed, more frantic as his arousal began to burn away inside of his stomach, spreading through his pelvis.

His grip on the man's hips tightened, Belial's nails biting into the skin harshly, leaving marks in his skin which glistened with his blood.

His breathing picked up into a pant as he continued to move, moaning loudly as he came, his member violently throbbing inside of the Lycan as his thrusting slowed, riding out his climax before pulling out of him and moving away.

Belial rose to his feet, gathering his and Zakhar's clothing.
His gaze cast back to the man he had left discarded on the floor, laying in a mixed of his own blood and the Demon's semen, both of which trickled down the back of Zakhar's thighs.

"Clean this mess up, wait here until I want you again."
With that Belial vanished from sight, he would be back for the Lycan, the question was, when?

Zakhar hissed when he was spanked roughly.

Right, Belial didn't want to hear him speak at the moment. He should have put a gag on him if he didnt want him to speak. Zakhar wouldn't voice that, though. It'd probably get him another slap or a broken bone.

The Russian wasn't surprised when he didn't get the sharp bite or harsh slap he needed to send him over the edge.

A toy. That all he was to Belial.

Toys weren't treated like people. Toys were things to play with. He was something to play with.

Zakhar panted heavily, listening intently while Belial spoke. "Can I come, Master?" Belial disappeared before he could finish the question. That was a no, then.

When would the man be back?

That didn't matter. Zakhar was just thankful that the Demon hadn't set a fucking machine on him or shoved a vibrator up his ass until he returned. Some Masters would do that. he had done that numerous times to a great many of his Slaves.