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The studio fell into a stunned silence as Asmodeus sauntered out of the changing room draped in a gorgeous outfit with a daringly low back. The Avatar of Lust strolled with feigned casualness into the spotlight on set, drinking in the stares of the demons around him.
“Well,” the photoshoot director said at last. “This wasn’t what I had in mind, but we can definitely roll with it.”
The photographer worked hard to show off Asmodeus to best effect, highlighting his grace and charm, but also with a careful eye toward showcasing the impressive lash marks decorating his bare back. The theme had originally been intended to be sweeter, but with the welts reddening Asmodeus’s skin, the shoot took on a much darker and more erotic vibe. The Avatar of Lust looked delectable, to no one’s surprise, and the session wrapped up in good time to the director’s satisfaction.
On the walk home, Asmo’s leisurely stroll was interrupted by Mammon latching himself to Asmo out of nowhere, slinging a friendly arm around the younger demon’s shoulders.
“Yo, li’l bro! Nice work today!” Mammon gave Asmo’s shoulders a squeeze.
“Aww, were you watching me work?” Asmo turned his head slightly to give Mammon a peck on the cheek. “Wasn’t I cute?”
“I heard you were extra hot today.” Mammon’s fingers skated over Asmo’s back, tracing the welts under the thin, soft fabric of his shirt.
Asmo laughed, squirming under Mammon’s touch. “I’m always hot,” he shot back with a wink.
“Don’t be coy, li’l bro. You know you can tell me anything, right?” Mammon persisted.
“Hmmmmm,” Asmo glanced at the Avatar of Greed, a smirk playing about the corners of his mouth. “And you have no ulterior motives at all, right? You certainly wouldn’t be thinking of selling my secrets to the highest bidder? There’s definitely no rewards out there for finding out who my lover is?”
“Wha– Of course not! I just–” Mammon sputtered in shock and feigned indignation. “Mephistopheles definitely didn’t put out a reward for finding out who you were sleeping with!”
Asmo doubled over with laughter as Mammon crossed his arms and sulked. “You’re so predictable, Mammon. But you won’t get any answers out of me. My lips are sealed.” The younger demon sashayed away, humming in satisfaction to himself.
It was funny, really. Everyone already knew that Asmodeus took Solomon as a lover whenever and however he could. Apparently it strained their imaginations to believe that the Avatar of Lust, one of the mighty Rulers of the Underworld, would allow his beautiful body to be marked by that sorcerer. Still, that only proved how successfully Asmodeus had crafted his public image: confident, irresistible, worshiped and adored.
Asmo enjoyed that public image, he truly did, but sometimes it could be exhausting. Being so put together all the time took a tremendous amount of effort every day. On the admittedly rare occasions when he got tired of it, he went to Solomon for something a little different. As Asmo walked home, studiously ignoring Mammon’s pestering, he let himself indulge in the memory of the night before.
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“You’re early.” Solomon sounded irritated as he opened the door to Purgatory Hall, admitting his unexpected visitor.
“I just couldn’t bear to wait a minute longer!” Asmo said with a little wiggle of excitement.
“Well. It’s nice that you’re so eager, but you’re going to have to wait anyway. Naughty pets get punished, you know.” Solomon turned away with apparent disinterest, stalking back to his laboratory.
“What? But Master!” Asmo whined pitifully as he trailed along in the sorcerer’s wake.
Swift as a striking snake, Solomon had Asmo’s jaw gripped firmly in one hand. “Strip and kneel in my room. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound. Wait until I’m done.”
Asmo had to fight to keep from melting into Solomon’s hand. “Yes Master,” he murmured at last. Solomon released him, and the Avatar of Lust stumbled with uncharacteristic clumsiness to obey.
In truth, Solomon had already completed his work for the day, with the expectation that Asmo would arrive early. He always did, because he always put this off until he was ready to pop, which made things troublesome for Solomon. It was not easy to clear an entire day to attend to his needy demon, and especially challenging to coordinate with Barbatos.
“I am the one they call Solomon,” he chanted, summoning the royal butler.
“Oh my, he’s very early this time, isn’t he,” Barbatos said as he appeared with a sigh.
“I told him to strip and kneel in my room. How’s he doing?”
Barbatos answered the question by opening a small portal so they could spy on the other demon. Asmo had very obediently taken off all his clothes, and was kneeling prettily – how else? – on the small rug beside the bed. He was already erect, his nipples hard with anticipation, his face flushed nearly the same color as his hair.
“Hm. For a demon, he sure doesn’t do a very good job of taking care of his own needs, sometimes.” Solomon chuckled at the sight.
“Shall we begin?”
“Not yet. I want to see how much more waiting he can endure.” The sorcerer’s lips curved in a wicked smile.
“Then I shall prepare some tea.”
In the bedroom, Asmodeus tried to be patient. There was something terribly thrilling about being neglected like this. The loneliness and anticipation twisted together into a heady mixture, until he was nearly trembling, waiting for someone to pay attention to him. He tried to stay calm by distracting himself from what would happen soon.
Solomon would have called Barbatos by now. They would watch him, perhaps over tea, whiling away the minutes as Asmo knelt and waited. The thought of their eyes on him made him sit up straighter on his heels, knees parting to give a better view of his groin. His cock bobbed with the slight movement, and he let out the barest whine.
The minutes trickled by in silence. Despite the soft, plush pile of the rug, Asmo’s legs started to ache. His shoulders too were feeling the strain of holding his hands behind his back. Where were they? He glanced at the door, twitching at every small sound that the building made, hoping to catch the scuff of footsteps coming to relieve his frustrations.
“Good pet,” Solomon said from behind Asmo. Barbatos followed, stepping through the portal he had created.
“Finally! I’ve been waiting forever!” Asmo wailed.
“Oh? I don’t remember giving you permission to speak.”
The crack of Barbatos’s hand across Asmo’s cheek stung tears from his eyes. With an effort, Asmo swallowed his words of protest.
Metal clinked as Solomon snapped the collar shut around Asmo’s throat. The cool weight of it had a calming effect on the demon, and he closed his eyes in enjoyment. Warm fingers trailed down his shoulders, his arms. Solomon repositioned him and bound his wrists with a murmur of magic. Asmo found himself staring at the carpet, folded forward with his arms hoisted above his back.
Having secured his pet, Solomon sat cross-legged before the curled up demon and raised his head with one hand, stroking Asmo’s hair and cheeks with the other. Footsteps and rustling behind Asmo warned him of Barbatos’s approach a moment before the soft thud of a flogger landed on his exposed body. Using his tail, the butler stroked Asmo’s erection in gentle, leisurely movements.
“Mm,” Asmodeus hummed with pleasure.
“Why are you here, Asmo?” Solomon asked conversationally as Barbatos flogged the demon.
Asmo, wiggling in enjoyment, did not answer.
His silence earned him another sharp slap across the face from the sorcerer. “Answer me,” Solomon demanded, calm and controlled.
“Because it feels good, of course!” Asmo wiggled his ass for emphasis.
Another slap to the face, harder than before.
“Why?”
Barbatos switched to a harsher flogger, with thick, stiff falls made from some Devildom beast’s hide. The whump of impact jiggled Asmo’s ass, turning his cheek pink.
“It just does!” Asmo whined. He tried to duck his head, but Solomon’s grip was relentless.
“Why?” The question was again accompanied by a slap.
Asmo tried to focus through the sensations, searching for words. Being bound, feeling helpless, having his dick stroked, being slapped and flogged – it all felt incredible. He could feel the tension bleeding out from him, trickling away with each thud of the flogger, each slap of Solomon’s hand. “It feels good to let go,” Asmodeus panted at last.
“Why?” Another slap.
“It’s simple,” Asmo confessed.
“Why?” Slap.
“I don’t have to think,” Asmo gasped, voice hoarse and trembling. “I can just obey, and trust, and be.” He felt himself breaking open under Solomon’s interrogation, exposed and scrutinized and finally, accepted and cherished as Solomon laid a gentle kiss on his forehead.
“Good job.” Solomon drew out his cock and guided Asmo’s eager mouth to it. “Take your reward, pretty pet.”
Barbatos changed to an even more brutal whip that left stunning red welts down Asmo’s back. Asmo panted and cried around Solomon’s cock, his body shaking with pain and pleasure. The butler pumped Asmo’s dick with vigor even as he continued to whip the bound demon.
With a choked moan, Asmo climaxed sloppily all over Solomon’s rug, spurting sticky fluids down his thighs. Tears and saliva trickled down his face, adding to the wet mess. The Avatar of Lust sagged against his bindings, limp with relief.
“Don’t tell me you’re done already?” Solomon laughed as he pulled Asmo’s head up by a fistful of hair. A flick of his fingers released the floppy demon from his restraints and then, with Barbatos’s assistance, the trio moved to the bed. The sorcerer seated Asmo on his lap, back to Solomon’s chest, thighs open, exposing Asmo to the room. “I haven’t even come yet, pet.” With that, Solomon thrust himself into Asmo’s ass in one smooth stroke.
Asmo cried out at the sudden fullness as his body struggled to accommodate Solomon’s intrusion, but before he could get used to it, Barbatos was between his knees, laying out precise, methodical strikes with a riding crop. Asmo clutched at Solomon for balance as the sorcerer began to pump, each thrust punctuated by a slap of the crop, the combined sensations driving him higher and higher until Solomon growled in his ear, “Come for me.”
The Avatar of Lust arched his back and screamed his pleasure as the pact seized him and ripped the orgasm from his body. He shook with the force of it, sobbing and panting as he came and came until he begged for it to stop. With a chuckle, Solomon released the command. Asmo fell heavily against the sorcerer, and the two collapsed together onto the bed, breathing hard.
Barbatos drew up a blanket around the entangled pair. “I’ll be off then,” he told them with impeccable courtesy.
“Aw, but Asmo hasn’t had a chance to thank you properly yet,” Solomon said teasingly.
The butler narrowed his eyes at the sorcerer. “He can repay me later.”
“Promise?” Asmo asked, sleepy and sated.
A slight hesitation, then, “Promise.” Barbatos kissed Asmo lightly on the cheek before stepping through a portal.
~
“Come on, why’re ya bein’ so secretive? Most of the time you can’t wait to brag about your lovers!” Mammon was still trying to wrangle information out of Asmo.
“Do you really want to know, Mammon?” They had arrived at home. Asmo abruptly pushed Mammon against the entry wall, pinning the older demon in place with magic glittering in Asmo’s eyes.
“Gyah! Knock it off!” Mammon shrieked and flailed to get free.
Asmodeus released him and watched him flee all the way up the stairs, laughing.