Filled

When Wyatt heard that his demons had finally caught a small group of the elusive resistance members, he was happy.

When he heard that some of these resistance members were young and male, he was even happier.

There really was only one hole he wanted to sink his manhood into. But that was lost to him now. Possibly forever. But Wyatt was never one to cry over spilt milk, so he slipped the tube of lube into his pocket. He'd see how cooperative his chosen prize would be before he made the decision whether to make the experience pleasurable for his partner

He was not an unkind leader. He knew that just like humans, demons needed incentives. Rewards for good behaviour. And the followers who brought him this bounty deserved some recognition for their efforts, an outlet to sate their other desires.

Second only of course to his desires.

The demons already knew what to do without being told, placing all the males in one large cell and all the females in another before positioning themselves in a cell, depending on their appetites for that night. They stripped their prisoners, chaining them alongside the cell wall.

They knew their Lord loved virgins, loved the tightness of the channel as he pushed his way to the core. They knew well enough to leave the virgins alone, at least until their Lord had chosen his prize for the night. But everybody else?

Everybody else was fair game.

It was the unspoken rule among Lord Wyatt’s ranks.

Which made the fact that they were serving a witch less difficult to swallow.

When Wyatt entered, he swiftly grew disappointed at the offerings of the night. They were either too small or too blonde, or their eyes weren't the bright emerald he was looking for. Was it too much to ask that the resistance kept green eyed brunettes of reasonable height?

As he neared the end of the line, growing steadily disheartened as he passed each prisoner by, a commotion caught his attention.

There was a small group of demons huddling together, forming a ring around (if the moans and gasps were any indication) what had to be a fascinating spectacle.

He pushed his way inside the circle, watching the beautiful sight of his demons playing with some unfortunate soul. He recognized Vak as the demon who had his back to Wyatt, his cock plunged deep within the boy as his hands held tightly onto the boy’s waist. He also recognised Zhor as the demon on his knees in front of the boy, who had his mouth wrapped around the boy’s shaft. And the third demon was levitating in the air, his freed member thrusting further and further into the boy’s mouth.

It was such a beautiful sight.

Until he noticed the birthmark on the boy’s left shoulder blade.

And saw red.

He threw out his hand and all 3 demons disintegrated into dust, reforming at a safe distance away.

But Wyatt didn’t care. He’d deal with those 3 later. As gravity did its work and the boy began to fall, Wyatt orbed the boy to him, relishing the rightness of having the boy in his arms bridal style; but disturbed when the boy began twitching uncontrollably.

“You know better than to break my things, now what did you do?!” He roared at the offending demons.

“But m’lord. He’s no virgin. We sensed it from him. He had a butt plug in him,” Zhor stuttered.

“Of course he’s not a virgin,” Wyatt yelled. “I already had him before you broke him!” His father had always said their powers came from their emotions, and there were never truer words spoken as Zhor burst into flames, screaming in agony before completely dissipating.

Hearing the boy murmur, Wyatt leaned closer to him, trying to pick up the words. What he heard confused him.

“My plug,” the boy moaned piteously.

To say Wyatt was confused was an understatement. But he had never denied the boy anything in his entire life (with the exception of refusing to let the boy go, enjoying… certain… activities with him despite the boy’s… reservations) so he wasn’t going to start now.

He orbed the butt plug to him, holding it out in front of the boy, unsure what the boy wanted it for. As if the plug itself was some sort of spark of life, the boy’s eyes immediately snapped open as his hand reached out to grab the object, twisting his arm to insert it back inside his anus.

With that, the boy smiled contently, eyelashes fluttering against his pale cheeks as he relaxed in Wyatt’s arms and drifted off to sleep.

What the –

***

“-Fuck?” Chris yelled as he tried to sit up but found himself restrained.

Wyatt smirked at the sight of his baby brother, on his back, cuffed and spreadeagled on his bed – exactly the place (and position) where he belonged.

It had been so long. And he was starving.

Chris was the feast.

Orbing his clothes off, he climbed onto the large bed, slowly crawling closer and closer to his bound brother

“I looked after you after mum died. But you left me. And that hurt bro,” Wyatt said, snaking a hand around his brother’s sex. “And then you joined the resistance, and that hurt even more.” He slowly began applying pressure. “And then you had that fit just then and nearly died and that really hurt me.” He began pumping hard and fast, enjoying the sounds of his brother’s harsh gasps.

“You’ve been a naughty boy Chris. And you need to be punished. I’m gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck you so hard, and come so hard in that sweet ass of yours, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

Wyatt watched the boy shiver, his back arching before Wyatt orbed the cockring onto him, preventing his release.

Chris groaned gutturally, shaking his head back and forth as his hair became plastered to his sweat soaked face.

Precome was glistening on the tip of Chris’ member and Wyatt leaned forward to tongue the slit. Chris jerked and moaned and encouraged, Wyatt began licking around the tip, swirling his tongue around the head as if licking an ice-cream cone.

He clicked his fingers and suddenly Chris trembled as the buttplug in his ass began vibrating, hitting Chris’ sweet spot time and time again.

Wyatt lay on his side, leaning over to devour the boy’s mouth, all the while his hands wandered over the boy’s chest, stomach and groin region with feather light touches. Chris mewled, and Wyatt could tell that the build up of raw feeling was proving too much for him. His brother was always sensitive like that. And disappointingly, he hadn’t even finished all that he wanted to do yet.

But Wyatt wasn’t the ruler of the World for nothing.

He could multi-task.

He concentrated and Chris tensed despite the torture being done to his body, sensing the magic coursing through the air. Mere moments later, Chris was assaulted with a multitude of sensations.

The buttplug turned dildo was still hitting his prostate at a merciless pace, the cockring still snugly in place as his cock throbbed with aching need, Wyatt’s tongue still tickling the inside of his mouth as those light touches traced their way up and down his body. He really needed to come. Badly. But that wasn’t all. The spell was adding to the agony

All over his body, everywhere, it felt like hands were touching him, smoothing over his sweaty skin. And his ass, it felt like… like he was being spanked. And that just caused his ass to clench even more tightly around the vibrating butt plug, causing it to hit his prostate harder and again sending spikes of pleasure (denied by the cockring) in an endless cycle over and over.

Chris couldn’t take much more of this.

With a strong shake of his head, he broke the kiss. “Wyatt, please”

“Please what?” Wyatt asked innocently, increasing the intensity of the sensations his brother was experiencing.

Chris screamed and sobbed. “Please fuck me. I need you in me. Please please please!”

Wyatt smirked. He thought Chris would never ask.

With a wave of his hand, the restraints and cock ring disappeared and Chris came hard all over his stomach. Unable to resist, Wyatt leaned down to lap the seed up with his tongue before suckling gently on his brother’s cock, cleaning it.

“Wy-att!” Chris whined and Wyatt was suddenly reminded of a five year old Chris demanding that Wyatt play with him.

Well, Wyatt was playing with him.

After a fashion.

Without further ado, Wyatt flipped Chris onto his stomach, removing the buttplug from his hole and to his surprise, Chris began writhing uncontrollably.

“Chris, what’s wrong?” He asked, aghast.

Chris was in no state to enlighten him as he flailed like a fish out of water.

Wyatt wasn’t even sure why he did it. Maybe it was because he remembered Chris’ reaction mere hours ago when he’d… dislodged his demons from his brother. Maybe… he didn’t know. But Wyatt immediately sank the buttplug back into Chris’ hole and the writhing stopped.

Wyatt stared in surprise. He’d heard of curses like these in all his sojourns to the Underworld. But he never thought it was relevant, so he didn’t pay much attention to it. But if the talk was to be believed, some demons were rumoured to have invented the ultimate training device for sex slaves. A cursed butt plug that once inserted, would leave the slave forever wanting and needing to be filled… with anything… or anyone.

“Who did this to you?” Wyatt immediately demanded. “Who gave this to you?”

Chris moaned. “You Wyatt. It was you.”

Wyatt froze as his memory brought him back.

FLASHBACK

Chris was crying, come leaking from his ass and dribbling down his thighs.

“It’s okay, Chris,” Wyatt cooed, sliding the butt plug into him. “You’ll get used to it. In the meantime, this will help you.”

“Feels strange, Wy,” Chris murmured, more asleep than awake now as the exertion both physical and mental overpowered him.

“Now, now, Chris. I got this plug from my most trusted demon. He thought I could use one for all my… exploits. And I had it checked. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

END FLASHBACK

Wyatt seethed. So his ‘trusted’ demon couldn’t be so trusted after all. No matter. He would remedy that situation… soon. But until then, perhaps there was another way to turn this to his advantage.

Whispering a spell, he changed the enchantment on the butt plug. Now nobody could take the device out unless it was him. And only he, Wyatt, could remedy the writhing that seemed to accompany its removal… with his own cock.

Speaking of which…

Wyatt removed the buttplug, immediately sinking his engorged member into his brother’s hole. Patience was never his virtue, and he had been denied his brother for so long. He pumped harder and harder, his balls slapping against Chris’ ass (still red from his earlier… stimulation). He grabbed his brother’s erection and massaged it, making Chris squirm beneath him for release.

Having only come minutes before, Wyatt hadn’t really expected his brother to do so again so soon. But what could Wyatt say? He was a great lover. Chris screamed as he orgasmed, his ass clenching around Wyatt’s shaft and causing his world to turn inside out. He collapsed on top of his brother.

“And just think,” he whispered seductively into his brother’s ear, “we can do this every night.”

THE END