The morning came with increasing red light and Azazel was still awake. Not a single moment had he slept. So when his new master woke and called him he crawled towards the bed immediately.
Maybe Zarak would be nice to him again if he did what was told.
That thought made Azazel feel sick in on his stomach; had he gone insane? Why he felt like little kid who wanted his parents to love him? He was a heavenly commander for Creator’s sake! And there he was kneeling beside his brother’s bed and getting his head petted like some damn dog.
Zarak was surprised when Azazel obeyed without any complain and even remembered to crawl. He petted his pet’s hair for a while and then pointed the door. “My breakfast.”
Azazel got up and walked to the door opening it. As yesterday there was a tray full of food but this time it seemed to be for two.
Not letting his hopes to get too up Azazel picked up the tray and took it to his master setting it on his lap kneeling once again beside the bed.
Zarak had watched Azazel all the time and felt stirring in his loins when the angel bent over to pick up the tray; he would teach his pet to please him with his body soon.
Zarak noticed the same thing as Azazel when he looked the tray in his lap; there was food for two. He picked up a piece of peach and offered it to the angel who took it without hesitation.
Azazel felt a hand start to pet his hair again and without meaning to he pressed his face against the hand.
Zarak didn’t react to this but gave his pet another piece of the sweet fruit. “Is it good my pet?”
Azazel flinched at the new calling name but nodded while swallowing the fruit in his mouth. Why couldn’t his brother use his name?
Zarak felt the flinch; he would have to teach Azazel to accept his position. Zarak ate a little and then offered a piece of bread to Azazel who ate it from his fingers without fussing.
***
The angel was so complex.
Zarak didn’t know how he was supposed to train his new slave who knew how he was supposed to behave and most of time did so but ever so often still seemed to deny his position.
With a sigh Zarak moved the tray on the bed and turned to sat on the edge of the bed taking Azazel’s face between his hands. “Azazel, I say this only this once so listen carefully. You are my slave, my pet, now and I want you to get used to it that I address you as such.”
Azazel didn’t look Zarak at the eyes and the daemon felt slight tremors running along the angel’s body.
“Look at me, pet.”
A flinch and Azazel raised his eyes to meet with Zarak’s steady ones.
“That is what I meant. Get used to be called ‘pet’ or ‘slave’. No more flinching every time I address you. I won’t start to call you by your given name.”
Zarak saw the wetness of his slave’s eyes but didn’t release his hold; he had to do this or they would be in serious trouble in the future.
Azazel knew he had no choice but it hurt to be called like some animal; there was still some of his proud spirit left.
Zarak released Azazel’s head and watched the angel demandingly. “Am I making myself clear pet?”
Azazel gave a slight nod and bowed his head tiredly; there was no point fighting a lost battle.
Zarak petted his slave’s hair once again. “Good boy, my pet.”
***
After finishing their breakfast Zarak had checked that the slave bracelets and anklets didn’t chafe and then he had left Azazel alone again.
The angel sat in his corner for a while and after few hours rose to examine the room. It was dim, lighted by few candles only, and there were quite a few pieces of furniture.
Azazel walked to the cabinet and opened it carefully. What he saw made him drop to his knees.
There was an iron maiden inside the big cabinet and in the shelves on the other side were whips, flogs and paddles, dildos and anal plugs in various size, shape and material, jars of lubricants and irritants. Nipple clamps and weights and some piercing needles and jewelry in ornamented crystal cases. And some things that Azazel couldn’t even recognize.
There was a trunk near the cabinet and after closing the doors of the horrible closet Azazel crawled to the innocent looking chest. With some sort of trepidation he opened the trunk and froze.
Here was all kind of manacles, shackles and chains. The leather straps and harnesses, metal bars with fetters on their ends. They all were neatly packed so they would be easily on the reach when needed.
Azazel closed the chest and got up from the floor. His legs felt a little shaky and he looked around him only to notice he had been watched for a while.
***
Zarak had come home early and decided to peek into his bedroom was his pet still in his corner like he should.
To his dismay he had seen Azazel on his feet wandering around the room.
He had stayed there unannounced and watched as his pet opened the cabinet and dropped to his knees. So his little collection of toys was that impressive.
A little evil smirk formed onto the lips of the daemon lord; this was the perfect opportunity to start the lessons about how his pet should please him. But first he wanted to see what Azazel was about to do.
The angel seemed to take an interested of his trunk and the smirk on Zarak’s lips grew; oh this was so good. He could feel his pet’s growing anxiety and wasn’t sure from which it did come. Was it the fact that the angel was doing something he had not allowed to do or was it the things he had seen in the cabinet and the trunk?
And then Zarak felt it; there was some sort of excitement emanating from Azazel.
When the angel got up his legs seemed to tremble a little.
The daemon lord took a stern expression on his face and waited his pet to notice him; at least the slave bracelets did their job, the angel hadn’t been able to sense him at all.
There was odd expression on the face of his pet when he finally noticed him on the doorway and Zarak took a step closer.
“Pet. I’m disappointed.”
***
Azazel felt his heart beat faster when he saw his master standing and watching him on the doorway; there would be a punishment he was sure of it.
When Zarak said he was disappointed Azazel bowed his head and dropped to his knees; he wasn’t going to make his situation even worse. He was puzzled by his reaction to all those horrible things inside those pieces of furniture; he feared them and still he wanted to feel them on his skin, inside of him…all of the others but not the iron maiden.
Zarak watched his kneeling pet for a while; there was a faint flush on his cheeks and he could clearly see that the angel’s cock was slightly erect.
This was quite a turn on for the daemon lord. “Come here, pet.”
Azazel crawled towards his master and stopped right in front of him. He could see the form of the straining erection in his master’s trousers and without even noticing licked his lips before looking up to his master’s eyes.
This was the first time Zarak saw lust on his slave’s eyes and he had to struggle to keep the smirk away from his lips. “I told you to stay in that corner until I say you could leave it and still here you are rummaging around my property. I’m very disappointed in you my pet. I thought that you had learned to behave like a slave but now I see you still need much more training.”
Azazel bowed his head and a shiver run down his spine; so there would be more painful things happening to him.
***
Zarak stepped around his slave and walked to the trunk. “Come here, pet, and choose your favorite.”
Azazel trembled as he crawled back to the trunk and peered inside again; he didn’t want to choose anything. Now that he knew his master was going to punish him he didn’t want to feel any of those restraints on him.
Zarak bent over to take something out of the trunk. “If you don’t choose I will. Hurry up my pet, I don’t have all day.”
Azazel shook his head once and then let his gaze drop to the floor; it was easier to let Zarak pickup with which he wanted to punish him.
Zarak took one of the leather harnesses and one long and thin leather cord out of the trunk and then walked to the cabinet. “Ah, what to choose... Maybe a nice whipping would make your memory better, my pet? And now I definitely know what I should have done to you a much earlier.”
Azazel watched entranced how Zarak chose a small whip and long and thick dildo with straps on it; that monstrosity would never fit inside him without tearing his passage.
Zarak turned towards his slave and motioned the bed. “Go there and kneel on the bed.”
Azazel shivered and looked at his brother; was he seriously about to use those things on him?
Zarak saw the fear and anxiety battling in his slave’s eyes but there was no turning back. “Do as I say, slave!”
Azazel flinched at the suddenly barked command and started to crawl towards the bed; so his brother was angrier than he let out. This was going to be so very painful first time.
***
Zarak walked to the bed and watched the kneeling angel there; he was beautiful. With proper training he would have the best and the most beautiful slave in whole seven circles of Hell.
He put down everything else but the harness and reached to grab Azazel’s hair. “Now I’m going to put this on you and there will be no objections. Am I perfectly clear?”
Azazel nodded once and felt the grip on his hair loosen and chancing into the petting. “Good boy, my slave. Take your punishment without a fuss.”
Azazel swallowed nervously and watched how Zarak straightened the harness’ straps.
“Hold your arms out.”
Azazel did as he was told and felt cool leather straps on his skin tightening around his torso as Zarak stretched the straps behind his back. He felt the body heat of his master and smelled his scent when he was pressed against him closing the buckles; if this wouldn’t be the punishment he might have been able to enjoy the nearness.
“Come stand before me, pet.”
Azazel felt some loose straps slap against his skin when he moved and stood up taking few steps to stand in front of his brother.
Zarak kneeled to tighten the straps around Azazel’s tights and reached for one final strap hanging over Azazel’s cleft.
The angel flinched when the daemon took his penis in his hand and gave it a firm squeeze: “Be still.”
Azazel tried to stop the trembling while his master slide his penis and testicles to the hole in the strap and tightened the strap to the other on his waist.
Zarak watched his slave; Azazel looked stunning in the harness.
***
Azazel dared to look at himself; there were long leather straps forming X over his chest and back going over his shoulders and connecting to another strap circling his waist. Then there were the straps around his upper arms connected by other to the ones on his shoulders. His tights had similar straps connected to the one on his waist and then the last strap…
It made him blush. This one left from his waist on his back side and traveled through his cleft and widened so that there could be hole on it to circle his penis and testicles connection to the strap on his waist.
Why had Zarak put this last strap if he intended to use that awfully big dildo on him? Maybe he had changed his mind…
There was sharp slap on his left buttock and he looked back to his master.
“No daydreaming. Go back to the bed.”
Azazel walked to the bed and winced as the straps tightened around his loins.
“Go on all fours, my pet. Show me your backside.” Zarak smirked when Azazel shivered while trying to stand on his hands and knees; the strap pulled at his slave’s erection quite painfully.
“Good boy. Now lay your upper body on the mattress and give me your arms, pet.”
Azazel flinched when he lowered his head and chest to the silk covers; the damn strap pulled even more.
Zarak took Azazel’s arms and stretched them in front of him tying them to the head board. There was another wince and Zarak let his hand trace along his slave’s spine: “Be still, my pet. For your disobedience you will receive twenty whip lashes. There is nothing you can do to avoid that.”
Azazel nodded once; twenty didn’t sound as bad he had imagined it would be.
***
How wrong he had been. Twenty lashes of that awful whip was even worse than he had imagined.
Zarak had whipped his back where the wings started and his buttocks to the straps in his tights and after twenty lashes he was sobbing like school boy. There was no sound but tears streamed from his eyes and the sobs made him shudder.
Zarak watched his slave for a moment then turned to put the whip away: “Such a good pet you are… You took your punishment without trying to escape.” Zarak sat onto to bed not caring about the few blood stains there was and caressed the soft but now red skin of Azazel’s bottom.
Azazel felt the cool hand on his tender back side and flinched but didn’t try to move away; it hurt but the whip would hurt even more. The roots of his wings ached terribly and he struggled to stop his tears; he knew he would never again disobey like this.
Zarak grimaced when he stood up. He was so aroused that it hurt but he had to be patient. Zarak walked to the cabinet once again and took a jar of lubricant and a small anal plug looking back to the bed where his slave was finally calmed down a little.
He wanted to get to ram into that beautiful body but he knew he had to prepare his slave first. And that would hurt and made him bleed; so was the angel’s physiology.
Twisted creatures they were; if you wanted to prepare them before their first time you got to hurt them badly. I you used only small things they adapted to that and never would be able to take in anything bigger. If you did it right and used big things they would be able to take the big things in their body without any pain later. But this meant that angels never enjoyed the first time, the most important of them all.
***
Zarak shook his head and put the little anal plug away taking the largest one instead. He would not take the risk.
The daemon returned to the bed and reached to lift his slave to his knees once again; Azazel’s legs had given out when the whipping stopped. “Stay like this my pet.”
Azazel gasped as his weight was once again on his tired legs and the strap pulled his penis again. “Be still and try to relax pet. You know this is going to hurt.”
Zarak opened the strap that tormented his slave and took it off completely.
Azazel sighed at the feeling of relief but when he felt his brother’s fingers in his cleft he tensed.
“Don’t you dare to resist me now slave.”
Azazel shivered as the finger brushed over his entrance and forced himself to relax a little; yes he knew this would be painful. Angels weren’t supposed to have sex.
He had hoped that his brother would spare him from this pain but obviously it had been foolish to do so.
Of course a daemon would fuck an angel when there was opportunity to do so. And he would be addicted to sex the rest of eternity.
***
Zarak watched the grim expression on his slaves face and after a moment turned his eyes away; there was no way to make this easier.
The daemon inserted first finger and pushed it as deep as it was possible; how tight the angel was! Azazel’s rectum squeezed his finger like nothing before and experimentally Zarak made couple of thrusting moves.
Azazel shivered and closed his eyes; even that one finger hurt. Why everything was happening so fast..?
The second finger got the angel try to move away and he felt a smack on his rear.
“Stay where you are, slave!”
Azazel felt a tear slid from his eye and trembled from the pain and fear as the third finger were added and pushed as deed as they reached.
Zarak was ready to come into his pants; the warmth and pressure was amazing. With his free hand the daemon opened the jar of lubricant and took some of it on his fingers coating the big dildo generously.
Without any warning he pulled his fingers out and forcefully pushed the head of the toy inside his slave.
He saw how Azazel’s eyes shot open tears forming in them and the angel’s mouth opened in the scream which never came. His whole body was trembling violently and cold sweat shined all over his skin; Azazel felt the new wounds inside him starting to leak blood.
***
Zarak gave his slave a moment and then pushed the dildo all the way in.
Now Azazel’s body arched like bow and tensed to that painful looking position; he couldn’t breathe.
The daemon noticed the same thing and hit his slave’s back between his wings by his palm. “Breathe my pet… The pain will lessen.”
Azazel tried to inhale but he couldn’t get his body under his control; he was too afraid and in too much pain.
A new slap on his back and he felt the tension ease. He was gasping for air before he knew what was happening.
Zarak sighed; that was close. Had he known this he would have drugged the angel so he wouldn’t have felt all the pain.
The daemon watched the blood trickling down his pet’s tights and petted the argent wing to sooth Azazel a little. The sight was a huge turn on and Lord Zarak had to struggle not to come only by watching.
The beautiful angel kneeling on his bed harnessed and a fist thick dildo stuck in his ass wasn’t a sight he saw every day.
After few moments he started to move the toy inside his slave who arched and gasped at the motions.
More blood oozed out of the abused tunnel and it gave more slippery to the movements.
Zarak toyed with the dildo for a while and knew that Azazel couldn’t take much more pain; if he didn’t want to fuck unconscious slave, he would have to do it now.
The daemon lubricated his own erection while his other hand pulled the dildo out with one steady movement and tossed it on the floor.
The toy was bloody and smeared the crimson liquid on the carpet it landed on.
Zarak didn’t even notice that while he rammed his erection into the mind breaking heat and tightness. The slippery feeling made it all the better and after a moment where he collected his self control Zarak started to thrust in vigorous rhythm into the delicious body beneath him.
***
There was no pleasure for Azazel in their coupling. The angel felt like he was splitting in two and every thrust hurt more than the one before. He could only concentrate on breathing and hoping it would soon be over.
Tears were running unchecked from his eyes and he felt sick. His head was fuzzy and all the sounds were oddly distanced. Just as he was about to give in to the darkness he felt a jolt inside him and gasped at the warm feeling spreading straight to his loins.
The pain was still there but the new feeling over powered it momentarily. And that same feeling kept him from falling to unconsciousness he so graved at the moment.
Zarak felt his slave to react after few moments and he knew he had found the pleasure spot inside the angel. He angled his thrusts to hit that special point and smirked when Azazel seemed to be kept from black out.
The sensation of being inside his little brother was soon too much for Zarak and he came inside his pet with low moan collapsing against the weak form beneath him crushing the angel to the mattress.
***
Azazel breathed hard and stayed completely still eyes drifting shut; he was so tired he could fall asleep right now.
Then he felt Zarak to move again; what was he doing?
After Zarak regained his composure he took the anal plug from the bed and lubricated it; he would make sure Azazel would adapt to the large things inside him.
Zarak raised himself to his knees pulling Azazel on his knees too. The angel seemed exhausted and his legs were trembling from the effort so Zarak decided to make this over as fast as possible.
He pulled his now flaccid penis out of his pet and pushed quickly the plug in so that none of the blood and his semen would leak out. He fastened the plug in its place by straps and reached to untie the leather cord first from the head board and then from the slave’s wrists.
He steeled himself for what he was going to do next. He couldn’t let Azazel to get used to the softness of the bed or kindness after the sex so he pushed the angel off the bed.
There was a thud when his pet hit the floor and then nothing.
***
Azazel felt something new entering him and he grimaced when he felt his master fasten it by straps. So he was to keep this one inside for a while. That was all the same if he got to sleep after it was in its place…
His eyes drifted shut again and then he suddenly felt a push.
He fell to the floor with a thud and laid there on his side not really realizing what had happened. Why had his brother pushed him on the floor after all this?
Zarak stood up and looked at his slave: “Go to your corner and stay there quietly.”
Azazel trembled at the effort to move and dragged himself over the bare floor to his corner tears starting to run once again; so this was how things would be. His body would be used and discarded like a ragdoll’s; no gentle caresses or kind words. No kisses or cuddling after love making. There would be just a brutal fuck and an order to go away.
The trembling increased and he shielded himself by his wings as he curled up in fetal position. His big brother had to hate him like nothing else.
***
Zarak felt a stab in his heart while watching how Azazel struggled to move and drag himself mainly by hands to the corner.
He wanted to hold him and tell him the pain would go away after few days but he could not do anything like that. He was the lord of fourth circle of Hell and he couldn’t make mistakes or his reputation would be gone.
If he let Azazel to get used to the kindness the angel would not endure suddenly coming changes of situation. He had to try to freeze that gentle heart and make his pet a cold but submissive and above all an all seen slave not to be affected by evil words or abuse.
He would make this for his pet by feeding him properly and giving him treats when he behaved as he wanted but not yet. First Azazel had to adapt this new situation and he would not confuse the angel more than he had to.
With a final glance towards his still trembling pet Zarak left the room; he still got some pressing issues to attend.
***
Time slowly moved on but Azazel could not make the tremors subside and tears were still streaming from his eyes; he was so tired but the floor seemed colder than before and the pain was increasing denying the sleep from him.
The anal plug stretched him from inside preventing the healing of the small cuts but the angel didn’t even consider taking it off; he was in no condition to take another of his brother’s punishments.
The whip marks burned and the pain traveled from his wings’ roots to the tips of those sensitive appendages but he still kept them covering himself.
He missed his warm and simple clothes now more than ever and he missed the peaceful days in heaven when he was not on the battle field but resting at his little villa. He hadn’t been there for a long time now as he was needed on the battlefield and he would never go there again.
Zarak had taken everything he had and crushed it all. And still he wasn’t bitter nor hated his brother; he simply couldn’t do it.
Azazel knew there was something wrong with him but he just loved his brother too much to give in to hate and loathing; he just had hoped his brother would have felt the same.
If Zarak would just even like him a little bit he would be able to act as he was supposed to and no-one would be able to tell was he really subdued or just acting. But there were no such kind feelings and he had to try to forget what he had been and become the slave and toy he would be the rest of his miserable existence.
***
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