[M] Mating season begins with a special surprise.

It was November which meant one important thing, Lycan mating season, it was only early in the month but the Demon could already see the effects it was having on Zakhar.

His eyes trailed over the man as he napped in Belial's bed, he had been difficult to keep satisfied, every waking moment lately he had been pining for attention and whimpering like a kicked puppy when ever he thought Belial wasn't listening.

Even now while he was fast asleep the Lycan was hard and yearning to go again.

A smirk pulled at the Demon's lips as he went to his draw and pulled out a leash.

Belial had no intention of telling Zakhar where they were going, he simply leaned over the man as he napped and clasped the leash onto his collar, dragging him out a bed while a rather pleased smirk graced his lips.

"Zakhar, wake up, we're leaving."

A shocked noise sounded when he was pulled out of bed by the collar.

He jerked and lashed out in a moment of shock as he tried to figure out what was happening and why he had been suddenly awoken like he had.

His silver eye found Belial and he bowed his head a little with a murmured apology. Once again he had lashed out at the Demon. He seemed to be doing it more than he wanted to. At least this time he hadn't been anywhere near the Demon when he lashed out.

"Yes, Master," he murmured softly as he stood, ready to follow the Demon wherever he chose to go.

As per usual Zakhar has been sleeping naked, Belial personally preferred it that way, he liked having full access to the man's body if they were sharing the bed.

"Bend over."

He instructed, waiting for the Lycan to comply before be pulled a metal object from his pocket, the Demon laved his tongue over it before slowly pushing it into the Lycan.

Belial had presented Zakhar with a heavy metal butt-plug, pushing it into him fully until only the decorative flat end was all that was visible between the Lycan's cheeks, leaning down he pressed a kiss against each cheek as he rubbed between the man's legs teasingly.

Lycan mating season had begun and he knew the Wolf would be overcome with sexual desire and yearning, being the Master that he was he endeavored to satisfy the man's sexual appetite until he lay sated and exhausted on the floor.

"Close your eyes and hold your breath."
After he had done so he took the Lycan's hand, pulling him upright before he teleported them both somewhere quite a distance away.

"Yes, Master," he murmured softly, turning around and bending to present his ass to his Master.

Zakhar inhaled sharply when the cool metal was pushed into him.

Feeling himself filled, even if only with a toy, was deliciously stimulating with him this sensitive. The Demon had been kind to him these past few days as Heat seeped through him and left him hot and bothered constantly.

Belial had pleased and fucked him almost constantly over the past couple days.

Every time he had found himself anticipating the next Session with Belial, knowing that each would be bigger and better than the last until he was completely satisfied. Even if only for a few hours until the lust overtook him again.

His eyes squeezed closed and he held his breath as told, tensing up a little when he felt the tug of being transported.

The atmosphere around them changed in an instant, though this trip took a few seconds longer than the last time that Belial had teleported the both of them.

Once they were no longer moving, he gave the Lycan's leash a short tug.

He walked with Zakhar down the street, pulling him along by the leash, the toy sitting heavily in the man and bounced and moved as he walked, teasing the man with it's weight.

Belial wondered to himself as he pulled Zakhar along, who was completely naked except his collar at this point, if he knew where they were, if not it would become very obvious as they rounded the corner.
The paved street was lit up by neon signs and advertisements to accommodate any manner of perversion.

Amsterdam, more specifically the red light district.

The night air had been chilly and the wind had battered against the Lycan's exposed flesh, in a place like this being in any stage of undress was not frowned upon, the store windows were filled with naked men and women, dancing against the glass to entice patrons to enter their establishments.

Though that didn't stop passers-by glancing towards the Wolf, admiring his body, their eyes trailing over every inch of his exposed flesh, this was the reason Belial had opted for putting Zakhar on a leash tonight, he didn't want anyone thinking the man was fair game, he was owned and would not be touched by anyone else without his say so.

Zakhar's eyes flickered over the streets as he was pulled along.

He didn't know where he was. His travelling had been very limited and he hadn't visited the Netherlands yet in his travels.

Now was his chance, he guessed, eyes flickering over the men and women dancing in the windows.

His head stayed bowed submissively and Belial pulled him along. He didn't care who saw him. His gaze was strong and his posture relaxed. But he cared about how people saw him with Belial. He needed to be submissive. He needed to show the world - and his Master - that even around other people he'd be the same eager to please Slave that he was in private.

The Russian's arousal was painfully obvious as people stared at him openly.

The Demon's grin widened as he led the Lycan down the street to a less popular end of the strip, it just so happened to house one of his favourite places.

His hand strayed down the Lycan's body, seeing the man so submissive even in public pleased him, as such his hand traced over the end of the plug as he gave it a sharp turn inside of him.

Belial led him down an alley way and knocked on a large iron door, a latch slide from the other side and a pair of eyes came into view through a small viewing window on the center of the door.

The door unlocked and swung open, Belial turned, planting a deep kiss on the Lycan's lips before leading him inside.

The bouncer led them into the building, the air around them got progressively warmer as they walked through the hallway.

The sound of clicking got louder as they moved forward, it was the sound of boots hitting against the hardwood floors, someone was coming towards them.

Belial's smiled widened as he glanced down at Zakhar, she was expecting them.
A woman rounded the corner and her face broke into a large grin as she paced quickly towards them.

Her breast bounced freely over the top of her leather bustier, she wore stocking, heels and a tight, barely there skirt.

"Belial, a pleasure to see you, as always."

Her dark eyes landed on Zakhar and her plump red lips curled into a devious smirk as she leaned forward to view him, her large beasts, practically slipping out of her clothing not inches away from the Lycan's face.

"And who is this yummy man that you have brought with you? I've not seen you with this one before, you've been hiding him from me."

She muttered with a giggle as she looked back up at the Demon.

"This is Zakhar, I've not had him for long, Zakhar this is Alice, the owner and Madam of this club."
The Demon replied, running his hand over the back of the man's neck, a small gesture to ward away the other dominant.

His head lolled back and he gave a low moan when the toy was turned inside of him, his back arched a little, ass pressing back against the hand grasping the toy. It couldn't be pushed any deeper inside of him but the gesture was ingrained into him. When he was being penetrated, he pushed back to feel more of whatever was inside of him.

Zakhar purred into the kiss, returning it hungrily.

He wanted nothing more than for Belial to kiss him like that for longer. Fucking him deep and slow. Torture him. Tease him.

He wanted it all but he knew that he had to be patient. If he waited out and did everything that Belial bid of him, then he'd get what he wanted in return. He'd be fucked and satisfied for a short time. Then perhaps fucked again.

He recognised the dark halls. This was the set up of many clubs like the ones that he frequented regularly.

BDSM clubs.

Arousal washed through him and he almost purred. This was going to be an interesting and hopefully very satisfying night.

His eyes trailed over the woman that greeted them, respectively avoiding eye contact, keeping his head bowed slightly. He wasn't on the same level as this woman. Anyone that was friends with Belial was above him. He was Belial's toy. And the toy of anyone else that the Demon chose to let play with him. That included this woman if his Master wished it.

"Evening, Madam Alice," he murmured in a soft voice, huskier and more of a lustful purr than his usual tone.

The Heat affected a lot on the Demon. He thrived to fuck and be fucked. And to do that he needed to seduce others. His eyes were a dark lustful colour. His tone was low and husky. He was attempting to draw someone in to fuck him without having any control over it.

"Good Evening, Zakhar." Her eyes flicked from the Lycan and back up to the Demon.

"I'm jealous Belial, he is delicious, you must let me play with him sometime soon, but I know how you get about people touching your toys so I wont hold my breath. I have your table reserved for you, your favourite spot, as usual."

She replied with a smile, looking back up at Belial as she led them down the hallway and into the main room of the club.

"You're not the only one who as new toys, you have to meet my twins, dumb as a sack of bricks but they are obedient and eager to please, plus, I haven't seen longer tongues on anyone in all my years, I swear one of them could lick his own eyebrow if he tried."

Belial chuckled and shook his head.
"Perhaps later, Alice, right now I have a Lycan who is on heat to deal with."
His eyes darted over to Zakhar fondly, his sexual appetite had proved tiring but very rewarding the last few days.

"So I heard, you've been scheming again Belial, you devil."
She chuckled and looked back at Zakhar.

"You're in for a treat tonight darlin'."

As they reached the main hall of the club the sound of music and moaning quickly filled the air, the room was large and housed a collection of booths seating around a round centered stage, on which a large table was set up.

A short man had a blonde woman strapped to it and was fucking and teasing her relentlessly, her cries echoed off the walls as she jerked and thrashed against her bindings.

"I'll send over a waitress soon, enjoy yourselves and the show."

Alice muttered before walking back to her own booth where her twins sat, stumbling over each other to get at her, their tongues lulling out of their mouths as the sounds of the woman's cries built them into a frenzy.

Belial led Zakhar to their booth, sitting down on the padding chair as he nodded toward the floor, Zakhar could kneel on the floor like all the other Slaves tonight, until he decided otherwise.

Leaning over he purred into the Lycan's ear, his eyes staring at the woman on the table.
"That will be you soon, Zakhar."

Let her play with him? Zakhar would be more than pleased with that arrangement if it suited Belial.

He'd be even happier if Belial joined in. Two Masters fucking and teasing him at the same time was a thought that had him very hot and bothered. Yes, he'd like that. A lot. But it wasn't his choice.

Zakhar stayed obediently silent as Belial led him through the room and Alice spoke.

The Russians eyes flickered up to Belial when he mentioned his species. Were there humans here? Was it okay to speak of Supernaturals? Usually he'd be able to smell out any Supernaturals or humans in an area this small. But the place stank of sex and his senses were dulled to the point of uselessness. His body raged, proudly showing what they were dulled for.

The Lycan was still painfully aroused and he doubted that it'd change any time soon.

His eyes flickered up to the stage at the centre of the room and he gave a low purr. Sex was happening so openly here. Sex that he didn't much mind. He'd happily stare at that scene until Belial dragged him away or forced him to look away.

He knelt obediently at the Demon's side when he sat down.

His eyes strayed to the stage again. Zakhar groaned softly when Belial purred in his ear, shifting a little to make himself more comfortable. He was painfully aroused now and it was quite obvious to the Demon and anyone else that gazed upon him.

"May I pleasure you, Master?" His eyes turned up to Belial imploringly. He wanted some form of pleasure and the pleasure of sucking off his Master was more than enough for him at the moment.

His eyes warmed as he looked down at the Lycan as he spoke, leaning down he stroke his hand over the man's cheek and captured his lips, kissing him deeply, his tongue delving into the other man's mouth.

Belial's arm draped over Zakhar's shoulder as his finger drew slow circles around the man's nipple, giving his piercing a tug.

"You may."

He replied as his hand stroked through the Lycan's hair, Belial sat back against the padded couch and spread his legs apart so Zakhar could kneel between them.

It seemed more other occupants of the room were going at it in their own booths, the sounds of the woman's moans and the man's grunts was getting everyone worked up as the smell of sex sat heavily in the air.

This place of a den of perversion, offering the freedom for all occupants to enjoy their fetishes openly with others.
Though their were some human's present most of the room was filled with various supernaturals and each human knew what they were.

Zakhar leaned into the gentle touch of the Demon's fingers, eyes sliding shut.

He moaned into the deep kiss, his hands sliding up to grip Belial's shoulders, pulling him a little closer as he returned the kiss eagerly, tongue stroking against the Demon's.

He inhaled slowly, a low moan sounding when the piercing was tugged.

"Thank you, Master." His words were soft and breathy.

Zakhar moved to kneel between Belial's legs, moaning softly at the feel of the plug move inside of him. Oh god.

He unbuttoned and unzipped the Demon's pants, pushing them down slightly to free his Master's member. His tongue laved over his head slowly before he took him into his mouth, bobbing his head as his hands rested on the Demon's powerful thighs.

The last few days the Demon had been much more lenient on the Lycan, mating season was not an easy thing to have to go through, he had seen enough of them with quite a few Lycan and what happened if they went unsatisfied for too long, it was not a pretty sight.

As such he had been giving into Zakhar more, there had been no orgasm deprivation for misbehavior and he had lay with the man multiple times until Zakhar was sated enough to be able to sleep for a few hours.

Belial's hand rested on the back of Zakhar's head, his hands gripping onto his hair firmly, he let out a groan as the Lycan took him into his mouth.

Zakhar was so eager to please as much as he could and the Lycan was skilled in sex, that much was evident by the way he moved.

The Demon's hand reached up and slowly unbuttoned his own shirt, as Masters commonly do, he left his clothing on, letting the shirt hand limply against him as the front gaped open, exposing his muscular chest and stomach.

Zakhar's eyes slid open and gazed upwards to meet Belial's as he continued to bob his head.

There was always something intimate about eye contact when he was giving or receiving blow jobs. He loved watching his Slave pleasure him or watching his Master's expression twist in pleasure.

His teeth scraped the man's shaft gently before he pushed himself a little.

Zakhar deep throated the Demon, purring low in his chest to add to the sensation.

He wanted to please his Master thoroughly.

His eyes never strayed from his Masters gaze as he continued to bob his head, teeth scraping gently and tongue laving over his shaft.

Belial's lips parted and his mouth gaped open slightly as his breath came in gentle pants.

The mood of the room was infectious, this was a house of sex and that mentality seeped into every pore of the occupants body, driving then that much more.

Plus the added knowledge that they were being watched by others while they were being intimate.

The Demon's head tossed back as he gave a low moan, his jet black hair falling over his face though his eyes stayed locked on Zakhar's, staring down at the man through his thick layers of hair.

The feel of the Lycan's hot throat against him, as well as his teeth and purring were heaven, Zakhar knew exactly how to please him with his mouth.

His hand reached over and ran through the man's hair, stroking it before grasping back onto it tightly.

Zakhar's movements didn't stop. They wouldn't. Not until Belial dragged him away from him.

He'd happily pleasure the man as much as he possibly could until it was their turn up on the stage.

His mind filled with thoughts of what Belial would do to him up on that stage. Would he show the world how much of a pain slut he was? Or force him through as many orgasms as possible?

Would he chain and whip him or play with toys?

Zakhar was curiously anticipating their turn on stage. He wanted to know. He wanted to experience it.

One hand slid from Belial's thigh up to his balls, massaging them gently as he continued to bob his head.

Belial's gaze smoldered as he stared down at the Lycan, Zakhar was a handful, constantly getting himself into trouble but at moments like these he knew that it was well worth it.

The Demon groaned, his hips pressing up against Zakhar's mouth as the man payed attention to his balls.

This felt amazing and he would have been more than happy to let the Lycan finish him like this but he wanted to hold out for what he had planned.

Leaning over and grabbed the man, pulling him into his lap and pressing into a deep and lustful kiss, his arms wrapping around him and pulling the wolf in tight against his chest.

A purr rumbled in his chest as he pressed the man against the couch, laying down on top of him.

These public displays were satisfying, everyone in the club could see his ownership over this man clearly.

Zakhar gave a pitiful whine when he was pulled away from the Demon.

He had been quite happy sucking him off like that. He had wanted to carry on. To make his Master come; to please him.

The Russian didn't fight when he was pulled up into his lap, though his expression was set in what could almost be taken as a pout. But that almost-pout was kissed away immediately.

The Lycan purred loudly as the two of them kissed each other, legs wrapping around the man's waist when he was pressed down against the seating in the booth.

His hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closed as he nipped at the Demon's lip, pulling it into his mouth to suck at his gently, teeth still trapping the flesh.

Belial's expression warmed as Zakhar whined, he had never seen the Lycan so eager to please him, that fact had a purr rumbling loudly in his chest as he pressed up against the Russian.

He moaned against the Lycan's mouth as his lip was nipped at and sucked on, his own hand tangled in Zakhar's hair, gripping onto it tightly as the Demon's still freed member ground up against him, pressing up against the plug, causing it to move around with in the man.

Zakhar's heat was affecting him too, being around a creature so sexual and practically dripping with desire and lust was causing him to feel the same way, he was constant sex and Belial was only too happy to do exactly that.

Trying to keep a clear mind with all those urges was difficult but he had managed, if he lost control like Zakhar had the two of them would not bathe or eat at all during the month.

The Lycan bit down sharply on the Demon's lip, purring loudly.

It was instinct to mark his lovers during Heat. He had always done so. More than once in the last couple days he had managed to catch Belial's skin and bite down hard enough to leave a mark.

This one was the most visible he had dared to leave on the Demon's skin. If he was thinking straight he wouldn't have bitten down. But right now his mind was clouded and hazed with lust. He just wanted to mark his lover and he had done.

He moaned when the plug inside of him was moved, grinding down against Belial to move the toy a little more.

"Master, please," he breathed softly.

He wanted more than this. He wanted to be teased and fucked brutally. These little teasing touches weren't enough. He wanted more. So much more. He wanted Belial to tease him so much he was sobbing in frustration. He wanted to be fucked so hard that he wouldn't be able to walk without limping for a week. And then he wanted to be teased and fucked all over again.

For everyone to see.

Were the two that were on the stage done? He wanted their turn to come.

Belial winced and sucked on his own lip once it was free from Zakhar's teeth, unlike how he would usually act the Demon did not even bat an eyelid at the act.

He knew Lycans well enough that he knew that no matter how hard he tried, or hard much he disciplined the man, Zakhar was going to act out in fits of lust and passion.

It could not be helped and he had know this sort of this would occur when he had decided to take Zakhar as a Slave, no matter how obedient he made the man his Lycan instincts would dictate his actions at him.

"I think it is time for your debut."
He murmured in reply as the man pleaded, he had special plans for Zakhar tonight and he intended for them to become a reality.

The couple on stage were gone and the table had been removed replaced with a very solid square frame.

He had told the club to use this one, Zakhar was a strong Lycan and he didn't want him breaking equipment by accident because of Heat.

He kissed the Lycan deeply one last time before pushing him onto his feet.
Belial zipped up his fly but left his shirt open, he had no qualms about people seeing him exposed, it would not be the first time, nor the last.

Belial led Zakhar onto the stage and chained his wrists and ankles firmly to the frame, there was no chance of escape from him thrashing about.

The Lycan was position with his legs spread apart, his ankles attached to the frame and his arms were tied above his head.

He was completely exposed to these people and everyone could see all of him.

Belial kissed him again before pulling away from him and turning to face the booths.

"Zakhar here is my new Slave, I've not met a pain slut that can take as much as he can.
As such, I am inviting each and every one of you to come up and sample him until your hearts content.

My only demands, no exchanging of bodily fluids or otherwise, you may kiss him, suck him off and swallow if you please, but he will not ingest anything of yours, nor will there be any breath-play what so ever.

Also, I have place a plug in him, his ass is mine and when I so please I will take him, however no one is to touch it, nor remove it.

Other than that, please enjoy him."

And with that all said Belial looked over his shoulder and smirked at the Lycan, he was in for a fun ride, everyone here would want a piece of him and would want to get him off.

When the Lycan had come so many times that his vision blurred then Belial would remove the plug and fuck him into oblivion for everyone to watch.

The Demon grabbed a chair and sat down, his eyes locked onto the Lycan as he watched him.

Slowly people began to move, submissives and dominants alike.
The first to touch Zakhar was the Madam of the club, her hands trailed over his chest, her long sharp pointed nails dug deep into his skin as she dragged them down his chest and stomach, her hands brushing over his pelvis.

While she did her two twins began caressing up his thighs, stroking him softly before one of the men trailed his unnaturally long tongue over his shaft, licking him eagerly.

A purr sounded in response to the man's murmur.

Finally he'd get a chance to be teased and fucked. Tonight he'd enjoy letting everyone else see him as his Master fucked him.

Zakhar stood and followed Belial silently as he was guiding through the crowds of people to the stage. His head was slightly bowed as it had been when Belial guided him through the streets.

He moved into position immediately when Belial pulled him towards the frame set out on the stage. He gave little tugs to each chain to test how tight they were. Tight enough that he wouldn't escape or break the frame. Though he was slightly dubious. The frame was wood. He was strong. He hoped Belial had made the right decision in choosing a wooden frame.

The Russina returned his Master's kiss eagerly, leaning forwards when he pulled away, giving a soft whimper. He wanted more.

Sample him?

Belial was handing him off to everyone else for them to play with?

He should be disgusted and worried about that. So why did he feel more heat pooling in his loins? Being teased by everyone in the club for Belial to see was an arousing thought.

Would the Deon get off on seeing other people tease him?

Zakhar's eyes slid shut when Alice's nails dragged over his skin, arching into the touch a little, low purr rumbling in his chest.

A soft gasp escaped his lips when one of the twins' tongue lapped over him. His hips jerked a little and he gave a low moan.

Belial sat in his chair, a smile pulling at his lips as he watched the Lycan getting teased and touched by multiple people.

The Demon was normally possessive, Zakhar was his Slave and no one else had the right to touch him in such a way, how ever tonight he was in a good mood and Zakhar needed to be sated completely.

The Lycan among other things was an exhibitionist, so he wondered how the Lycan would react to the people who were watching him coming up and touching him also as their admiration of him turned to lust and desire.

Watching Zakhar moan and reach to the touches was like his own personal porn with his Slave as the star.

Though he has reserved the right to fuck Zakhar when he could not take any more he was getting aroused greatly by watching this.

One of the twins continued to stroke and caress Zakhar thighs and balls whilst the other took his member into his mouth completely, the man's long tongue swirling and lapping against him greedily, he wanted to be the first one to make Zakhar come.

Alice's nails dragged across the Lycan's back, cutting into the skin as they moved down his spin.
Leaning her head down the woman bit onto one of his nipples, rolling the fleshy nub between her teeth.

Zakhar moaned softly.

He could feel touches everywhere. The touch of hands and lips and teeth. This was addictive. This was something so erotic it had him moaning and writhing in his bonds.

The Lycan's hips jerked into the man's mouth, a low groan sounding.

As he was now - so sensitive to touches - it wouldn't be log before he came. Zakhar's Heat was strong. He was a strong, old Lycan but right now he was reduced to a begging, pleading mass. The older a Lycan, the more powerful the Heat. He worried for Aleksandr and the Exorcist twins. They were even older than he; their Heat would be terrible.

Zakhar moaned when teeth enclosed around a pierced nipple.

"Please," he whined softly. "Fuck me." Belial had forbid anyone to go near his ass. But Alice could quite easily fuck him without going near his ass. As could any Submissive that decided they wanted to touch him. He wanted to feel the wet heat of someone around his arousal.

Belial gave a soft chuckle as Zakhar pleaded, they had only just started and he was already about to come for the first time, tonight he would come many times, heat made him sensitive, any little touch set him off.

A submissive girl gave a soft whine from behind him, she had taken to stroking his hair and face while the others serviced him, her Master gave a nod and then she glanced over at Belial, who nodded also.

Alice moved aside, instead moving to stand behind him, her nails still trailing his back as he lips pressed against his neck and bit down firmly.

The other girl moved around to face Zakhar, she was beautiful, fair skin and hair, her skin was supple and her exposed breasts were perky, the light pink nipples erect with arousal.

One of the twins helped her up, she wrapped her legs around Zakhar's waist, her hands clinging to his shoulders as she lowered herself onto his member, the Lycan's state of arousal was more than evident.

The girl gave a loud moan as she pushed down onto him, her body trembling with delight as she began to move against him, thrusting her body against him.