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Asmodeus shut the doors of his and his partner’s bedchamber with a slow, almost ominous creak before he turned the key in the lock. He had told everyone to take the rest of the night off and that he was not to be disturbed… so now, they had the place to themselves. He walked over to the dressing screen nearby before he began to change out of his day clothes and changed into something just a bit more… fitting for the occasion.
“Oh, Ozziiiiie…” a croaky little voice called out which caused Ozzie to grin. “I’m getting lonely~.”
“I’ll be there in a minute~!” Ozzie sang back as he snapped on a pair of black leather gloves, adjusted the harness around his chest, put on his black stiletto boots, and finally, slapped on his black cap.
Behind the transparent silk curtains, the silhouette of his paramour sits in waiting. As Ozzie parted the curtains, he smirked as he found him lying there with a sultry, toothy, crooked grin. Fizzarolli had nothing on, nothing but a pair of black leather panties and a leather harness. Even his legs had on leather boots with red hearts. Even his jester cap matched with black and hot pink stripes. In his hands was a long silk rope, and around his neck was this cute little ball gag with pink ribbons.
Ozzie smirked before he took the rope from his little Fizzie-Frog and proceeded to tie his wrists, then he threw the rope up to the drapes over the bed before he walked over to tie the other end to a hook on the wall. He nodded to himself in satisfaction as he made sure that it was nice and taut before he went back over to Fizz, who was now in a kneeling position and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he stuck out his tongue in that cute little way that gave him the affectionate pet name that the Sin dubbed him.
“Okay, Froggie,” Ozzie said as he grabbed at Fizz’s ball gag and placed it inside the imp’s mouth, then began to tie a blindfold over his eyes. “Now… do you remember the safety signal?”
“Mm-hmm,” Fizz nodded.
“Let’s just go over it again. What do you do when I say ‘check in’?”
Fizz groaned in impatience but he knew that these safety checks were important. The first time they did it without safe words or signals, the imp threw out his back and it took him a whole week to recover from the injury. That’s when they decided to create a safety system of sorts.
The jester snapped his fingers once, the signal to let Asmodeus know he was doing okay and he could keep going.
“If you need me to stop, what’s the signal for that?”
Fizz snaps two fingers in response.
“If you need a break?”
Fizz slaps his tail against the mattress continuously.
“Good Froggie,” Ozzie smirked. “And just in case, what’s the safety word?”
“Banana cream pie,” Fizzarolli muffled around his gag. By now, he started wiggling his lower body with a little whimper, showing his eagerness to get started, which made Ozzie chuckle before he pulled out a riding crop from his belt.
“Now…” he said as he slapped the crop in his palm. “Who’s been a naughty little Froggie~?”
“I have…” Fizz moaned around his gag.
“That’s right,” said Ozzie in a deep whisper, right next to his non-existent ear. “So now… Big Daddy’s gonna teach you a lesson.”
Fizz felt a shiver go down his back, and he moaned as he felt his nether region come to life. That’s when he heard the swish of the riding crop and a loud crack as it landed against his ass. The imp gave a muffled yelp, and yet, his face soon fell flush as the stinging sensation hit him. Not even five seconds passed before there was another smack, and Fizz’s back went rigid as he let out another muffled mewl.
“Mmm… that’s right, Fizzie,” Ozzie hummed as he cracked the crop against the imp’s ass, eliciting yet another moan. “Let me hear those beautiful moans.”
Fizz was already feeling weak in his knees. His ass, his tail… they were always his most sensitive spots. Fuck, even when they weren’t under the sheets, Ozzie liked to curl his tail around his finger, yank it, and snap it against his back, and that always sent the imp over the edge.
Kind of like how he was doing now. Ozzie had grabbed his tail, twirled it around his finger, and pulled it back ever so slowly, causing him to whimper and whine as the sensation of pain and pleasure overcame him. Then, there was a loud snap as he felt his tail lash up against his back, making the jester give out a muffled whine. By now, he could feel his cock throbbing inside his leather panties, straining against them, and it didn’t help that he felt it leaking with precum.
He didn’t want to stop, though. Not now. He still wasn’t quite there, yet.
However, Ozzie had to be on the safe side.
“Fizz?” he called. “Fizz, babe, check in.”
Snap! Fizz snapped his fingers just once, telling him he was okay, and Ozzie nodded before he raised the riding crop and proceeded with the relentless punishment of spanking the imp, swatting it rhythmically and switching between cheeks. Fizz let out another whine, moaning as he began to squeeze his legs together. He could hold on… just a little bit more.
That’s when Ozzie gently took off the blindfold, revealing Fizz’s teary, hazy eyes. Saliva was seeping around his gag and he was still feeling quite hard down there. As his vision focused, he found himself staring into the glowing neon green eyes of his lover, who grinned as he gently cupped his chin.
“You okay, babe?” he asked him again, and Fizz nodded. “Okay… just a few more, all right?”
“Mmph… fuck me…” Fizz moaned around his gag. “Please…!”
“Not yet,” Ozzie scolded playfully while wagging his finger. “Just a few more, then you’ll get what you want, Fizzie.”
Fizz whined as he closed his eyes, rubbing his legs together in a desperate attempt to keep his orgasm under control. He didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to cum with Ozzie’s cock inside him. He needed him inside him so badly! He wanted to be pounded into the mattress until he couldn’t even walk, anymore!
“Just a little bit more,” Asmodeus reassured him before he smacked the crop against Fizz’s ass once again, causing him to let out a muffled moan of ecstasy. A second smack, followed by a third, a fourth, a fifth, and finally, a sixth, and Fizz cried out with each one before his head flopped forward, the bells of his cap jingling with his movements.
The imp panted through his nose, trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving in and out as he breathed. That’s when Ozzie’s eyes softened in concern.
“Fizz, check in,” he said, and after a moment’s pause, Fizz raised his tail and slapped it against the bed, prompting a nod from Ozzie before he reached over and began to untie the ropes from his wrists. Fizz dropped against the bed, his ass still stinging from the punishment. He needed a few minutes before he could continue.
“Ozzie… take off the gag,” Fizz said, and the Sin obliged, carefully unbuckling the gag from behind and pulling it out of the jester’s mouth. The gag was dripping from a coating of drool, but Ozzie didn’t mind it. He liked it when things when things were nice and wet. Once the gag was off, Fizz sucked in a big breath of air. After he took a few more minutes to catch his breath, he turned his head to look at Ozzie before he whimpered and clutched at the pillows.
“Fuck me, now?” he asked. “Please, Big Daddy?”
“Maybe…” Ozzie smirked before carefully rolling Fizz onto his back and spreading his legs apart before he pulled off his leather panties. “Just let me have my little treat first.” He proceeded to lick around Fizz’s cock, causing him to whine even more as he grabbed at the Sin of Lust’s mane and buried his face in it.
“Ozzie, no teasing~!” he cried while stomping his feet against the bed. “I want you to fuck me, now!”
“In a minute, Froggie,” Asmodeus replied before he kept licking and sucking, causing Fizz to whine and moan as he stamped his feet again.
“No fair!” he cried. “I’ve already been bad! Just fuck me!”
Ozzie couldn’t help chuckling. His little Fizzie-Frog could be such a brat, sometimes… and he loved it. He loved every whine, whimper, and moan from his cute little Froggie, the way he made him beg for it. He knew Fizz loved it, too… which was why he often dragged it out as long as he could, just to hear those sweet, pleasant sounds.
“Aaahh… Ozzie~!” Fizz cried. “Please, I can’t hold it much longer! I want you inside me, now~!”
Ozzie pulled away from Fizz’s cock while licking his lips as a string of glowing green saliva dripped from it.
“Well… if that’s what my little Froggie wants,” he smirked before he proceeded to pull off his leather pants… revealing his own bulging cock, all ready to go. A panting Fizz smiled before he lay back, now caged between two huge muscular arms.
“I’m ready, now, Big Daddy,” he rasped before Ozzie prodded his wet, slippery opening, eliciting a moan from the imp as he wound his legs around the Sin’s waist. With one quick grunt, Ozzie pushed, causing Fizz to gasp as he wrapped his tail around his thick bicep, and he began to thrust in and out, going as deep as possible.
“Ah… ah!” Fizz cried. “Ohh, fuck, Ozz!”
“Easy, Froggie,” Ozzie panted as he kept driving into him before he mashed his lips up against his lover’s, who moaned sensually into his mouth, his cries muffled with each motion. Tears fell from Fizz’s eyes as he raked his fingers down Ozzie’s mane and back, leaving long marks behind. He clenched tightly around his cock, trying to urge him to go deeper inside until he gasped.
“Ah! Oh… oh, god… Ozzie! There!” Fizz cried as he felt the Sin’s cock hitting the right spot. “Right there! Right there, Big Daddy!!”
“Here we go…!” Ozzie grunted before he began to pick up the pace. With each thrust, Fizz gasped and moaned as he fisted his voluminous mane. He brought his lips over his mouth in another kiss and nibbled on his neck, sending heat shooting across every vein in his body, making him scream as it all shot right down to his cock.
“Ozzie!! Ohh, Ozzie!! Ahh!! I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum!!”
“Hold it just a bit more…!”
“Harder!! Harder, Ozzie!! Oh, fuck!! FUCK!!!”
Ozzie threw his head back and unleashed a loud crow in time with Fizz’s scream from the resulting orgasm before the imp fell back, chest heaving up and down with ragged breath. His cock was still throbbing as it pulsed with cum, and even his opening was overflowing with his lover’s seed. Ozzie was carefully draped over him, panting heavily as a little heart-shaped wisp of fire escaped his mouth.
“You okay?” Ozzie asked.
“Yeah…” Fizz whispered, hoarsely.
“Does anything hurt?”
“Aside from my ass, no.”
The Sin of Lust smiled gently as he raised himself up and tenderly nuzzled Fizz’s head, causing the jester to purr softly.
“You did so good, Froggie,” he whispered.
“You weren’t too bad yourself, Big Daddy,” Fizz replied. “Now… can we get cleaned up?”
Ozzie carefully gathered his beloved into his hands and carried him to the bathtub in the next room. He made sure the water was nice and warm to soothe any of Fizz’s aching muscles before they stripped themselves completely bare and steadily stepped into the bath. Fizz sighed as Asmodeus carefully pulled off his jester’s cap, revealing his broken horns and his bald, scarred head… but he only smiled up at him, lovingly as his paramour washed over his shoulders, his back, and his waterproof cybernetics. This was just how much he trusted his beloved Ozzie… to let himself be vulnerable like this. To show him his scars and know that he still found him beautiful, even with his little imperfections.
He bared himself to no one else… no one but him.
They spent a good ten minutes in the bath before they both got out. Ozzie had already gotten new sheets ready to replace the ones that had been soiled, and once they were changed, he climbed into the bed while Fizz was still cradled in his huge but gentle hands as he pulled the blanket over them, their gaze never breaking.
“I love you, Ozz…” Fizz whispered as he lay upon his lover’s broad chest.
“I love you, too, Fizzarolli,” Ozzie whispered back while tenderly kissing the top of his head, right where the heart-shaped skull mark was before they soon cast off into slumber, with Fizz placing his ear right over the Sin’s heart, its strong beating lulling him to sleep.
XXX
Verosika yawned as she walked into the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee while Ozzie sat behind her at the table, dressed in his casual red bathrobe as he sipped his own mug while reading the morning newspaper.
“Morning, Ozz,” she said.
“Mornin’, Verosika,” Ozzie replied.
“Hey, where’s Fizz?” the succubus pop star asked as she noticed that the clown imp was nowhere to be seen.
“Oh, yeah, he’ll be down in a few minutes,” said Ozzie.
“…He’s sitting in a bucket of ice, isn’t he?” Verosika asked with a smirk.
“Yep,” Ozzie answered while popping the “p” at the end.