Prince of Tricks Page 18

  Vasily leaned over him, letting his cock press into Belphagor’s lap, and slowly slid the underwear off, depositing them on the floor. Belphagor took advantage of his position to pull Vasily’s pants down as well, just enough to give him some freedom of movement. He moved aside and got the almond oil, but when he turned back, Vasily had sat back on his heels on the daybed, looking uncomfortable.

  “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he assured him, trying to hide his disappointment.

  “It’s not that,” Vasily growled, a sound that said he was embarrassed.

  Belphagor set the lube down. “Let’s talk privately for a minute.” He led Vasily out of the room with his pants still hanging open, the enthusiasm of that magnificent cock not at all dampened. “What is it?” he asked when he’d shut the door.

  “I’ve never fucked anyone before,” Vasily confessed in a harsh whisper, his face going red.

  Belphagor’s mouth opened in surprise. “Never?”

  “It’s not what most patrons are interested in.”

  While this was certainly true, he couldn’t imagine growing up on the streets of Raqia without experimenting happily with other rent boys as he’d done when he was young. “But you want to,” he said.

  Vasily’s voice dropped even deeper. “Hell, yes.”

  Belphagor smiled and stepped up close to him, stroking the pennant cock. “That’s my boy.” He tilted his head, looking up at Vasily. “There’s nothing to it,” he assured him, and his eyes flashed darkly. “Imagine it’s pussy.” He turned and went back into the room, leaving Vasily to follow him, knowing he would, and knowing he’d just floored the boy. He hadn’t told Vasily he knew about his initiation at The Cat. The memory of why they’d come, and of poor Ouestucati, made him momentarily sad, but he pushed the sadness down. This wasn’t the place for it.

  Lev was sitting awkwardly on the edge of the daybed, while Dmitri sat behind him with his arms around him and his chin on Lev’s head. “Don’t worry about it, Bel,” he said, sounding deflated, though his cock certainly wasn’t.

  “Don’t worry about what?” Belphagor’s mouth twitched as he stilled a grin. “You’re the one who should be worried.” He nodded to Dmitri. “Let’s turn this bed perpendicular to the wall for better access. Lev scrambled up, staring as Dmitri and Belphagor picked up the bed and swung it about. “Stretch him over it.” He and Dmitri stepped in as one, Belphagor bending to grab Lev’s ankles and Dmitri taking his arms as Belphagor raised him off the ground. “On his back.”

  Dmitri nodded, and they swung Lev between them, tossing him lightly into the center, legs over one side and arms over the other. Dmitri cradled his head and lifted him up a bit, turning him toward the doorway where Vasily had appeared.

  Lev’s eyes grew big as he stared at the firespirit’s erection, his own cock almost straight in the air. “Oh, fuck.”

  “Damn straight,” said Belphagor. He’d unwrapped and palmed a condom, and when Vasily approached, he slipped it over the head, drenching the impressive cock with lube as he unrolled it up the shaft. He’d purchased the spelled bottle in the Demon Market. It had an endless supply. “Spread your legs,” he snapped at Lev, who quickly obeyed. “Well, get to it, boy,” he ordered Vasily. With a glare of fire in his eyes, Vasily stepped up and bent at the knees, and Belphagor grabbed Lev under the thighs from behind him and yanked the demon forward so his ass was hanging just off the bed. “Go ahead, malchik,” he said encouragingly. “Trust me, he’ll give way.”

  Vasily pressed his glossy cock, dripping with almond oil, between Lev’s spread thighs and took a deep breath as if he were about to lift a heavy weight, and Belphagor stifled a laugh at the thought that maybe that cock was as ponderous as it looked. Dmitri had tilted Lev’s head back to kiss him, and he made a loud groan into Dmitri’s mouth as Vasily pressed in, stumbling forward a bit when he’d pushed past the resistance. Dmitri let go of Lev’s mouth and Lev moaned as Vasily filled him.

  “I think you’ve got this,” Belphagor murmured to Vasily, handing off Lev’s knees to him as he stepped away. He went around to where Dmitri knelt, yanking open his belt buckle as he went. The sight of Vasily facing him, shoving that hot cock deep into Lev, was an unparalleled pleasure. He took out his cock and stroked it, nodding to Vasily without smiling. He’d just gotten started and already Lev was moaning with abandon. Lev’s cock was still erect, bobbing in the air with Vasily’s thrusts. Dmitri climbed onto the bed to give it some attention, stroking Lev slowly and watching as Belphagor tilted Lev’s head back as he’d done earlier, lowered himself just a bit and slipped his cock into Lev’s mouth. With his throat open, Lev took him deep without any hesitation.

  The demon made muffled groans around Belphagor’s cock as he fucked him, and as Vasily’s confidence increased along with his tempo. Dmitri loosened his pants and brought out his own cock to stroke himself and Lev simultaneously. Watching Vasily’s thick cock pull back and disappear into Lev with steady, slapping thrusts against the other demon’s thighs, Dmitri’s soft panting grunts made it clear he was enjoying it every bit as much as Lev—or almost as much, anyway; that was one hell of a cock up Lev’s ass.

  Lev clutched the blanket, his body shaking with the thrusts and his mouth tight around Belphagor, humming and moaning with increasing excitement. Dmitri lowered his mouth onto Lev’s cock and worked his own rapidly as he sucked Lev off, and in a moment, both demons were coming, Lev arching up into Dmitri’s mouth with a shout around Belphagor’s flesh and thrusting uncontrollably, while Dmitri swallowed with excited sounds of his own, pumping his hand hard against Lev as he pressed the head of his cock into his side and bathed him with his hot release.

  Vasily, as Belphagor had heard at The Cat, had some serious stamina now that he’d gotten the hang of it. Belphagor fucked Lev’s mouth more slowly to keep from coming just yet, waiting for Lev and Dmitri’s excitement to die down before he nodded to Dmitri.

  “Help Vasya flip him. Now it’s time to really give it to him.”

  Lev made a strangled sound of excitement as Dmitri turned him and helped Vasily step over his legs and get a solid stance behind him, while Belphagor turned his head in the same direction more gently, neither demon pulling fully out. Lev looked up at him, his mouth full of Belphagor and his eyes bright, and Belphagor smiled, stroking his hair.

  “Having fun?”

  Lev made an attempt at a nod and then his eyes went even wider as Vasily began to fuck him hard at a nod from Belphagor.

  “Remember to—”

  “I’m not an idiot, Bel,” Vasily grunted.

  “We’ll have a talk about your insolence later,” he said in a low voice of warning, and it was just the incentive Vasily needed to let go and shoot into Lev with a long, guttural growl.

  Lev was obviously at his limit, moaning a bit desperately around Belphagor as though he were being disciplined instead of fucked.

  Belphagor stroked his damp hair, calming him. “Hush. You’re all right. Vasily’s just about done with you.” He met Vasily’s eyes as the firespirit’s climax shuddered down, leaning his weight on Lev, a bit drained himself. “Despite your insolence, you are one sweet, lovely boy.”

  Vasily pulled out at last, leaving Lev gasping around Belphagor’s cock. Dmitri lay beside Lev on the bed and put an arm over him, stroking his back.

  “Did you like fucking that ass, malchik?”

  “Da, ser,” Vasily growled, pulling himself together.

  “I think I’d like to try it myself.” Belphagor looked down at Lev, sucking dutifully on him, saliva running down his chin. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  Lev nodded.

  “Even though you’ve just had the living daylights fucked out of you by that huge firespirit dick?”

  Lev nodded again, blinking at him as his eyes watered with a harsh thrust of Belphagor’s cock.

  “What you think, Dmitri?”

  Dmitri smiled darkly. “Fuck him. He asked for it.” Dmitri had been on the r
eceiving end before.

  Belphagor drew himself out of Lev’s mouth, and Lev caught his breath in Dmitri’s arms and then moaned with the slightest bit of fear as he felt Belphagor behind him. Belphagor slid on a condom and dribbled a bit more almond oil onto Lev’s ass, clutched Lev’s round buttocks and entered him hard. Vasily might be a lot to take, purely from the standpoint of mass and gravity, but Belphagor, as a prestidigitator, had an excellent grasp of physics.

  Dmitri closed his mouth over Lev’s as Belphagor began to fuck him and Lev shook and howled, helpless under Belphagor’s onslaught. Dmitri’s pants were loose about his hips, and Belphagor surprised him by reaching in and pressing his oil-slick fingers into the Grigori’s ass beside Lev as he fucked the younger demon, and grinned as the two of them moaned into each other. He held on as long as he could, giving it to Lev as good as he deserved, and at last he called Vasily over to him and pulled him down to kiss him while he let the climax rip through him and into Lev, all four of them moaning as if the orgasm were theirs.

  When Belphagor finished and pulled out—releasing Dmitri’s ass as well—Lev rolled into Dmitri’s arms and curled against his chest with a soft groan of exhaustion and relief.

  Dmitri kissed the top of his head. “Be careful what you ask for, sweetheart. With Belphagor around, you’ll get it.” He hitched up his pants with a rueful smile and then glanced over at Vasily. “Thank you for humoring him. That was quite something to watch.”

  Vasily laughed awkwardly.

  Belphagor disposed of the condom and buttoned his pants. “I hope you don’t mind if I throw you out of our come-soaked bed now.” He gave Dmitri a wicked grin. “That is, if Lev can walk.”

  Lev made a somewhat inarticulate sound against Dmitri, and Dmitri swept him up into his arms as he stood.

  “He’ll walk later.” Dmitri grinned. “Enjoy the bed, and thank you both for a lovely evening.”

  Belphagor scooted the bed back against the wall when Dmitri had gone and turned to Vasily. “So. Which would you like to be punished for first? Giving me attitude while your cock was up Lev’s ass or not telling me about your adventure at The Cat?” He could see immediately that the mention of The Cat had been the wrong direction. He sat on the bed. “Come here,” he said softly.

  With a puzzled, miserable look, Vasily came to the bed, and Belphagor drew him down to sit on his lap.

  “I’m too heavy for you,” Vasily grumbled.

  “I don’t care.” Belphagor wrapped his arms around him. “I’m sorry about Ouestucati.”

  Vasily turned in his arms. “Who?”

  “That was Sefira’s real name. Tabris told me after she’d been taken. Is it true she was your first?”

  Vasily looked away, his cheeks reddening. “Elyon wanted to watch.”

  “And did you want to do it?” He kissed the spiked adornment at Vasily’s neck. “It’s okay if you did, malchik.”

  “Yes, I wanted to.”

  “And you enjoyed it.”

  “Bel, please. I don’t want to talk about this. Just beat me or whatever you’re going to do. I’ll take my punishment.”

  Belphagor sighed. “Just beat you? Is that all it is to you?”

  “That isn’t what I meant.”

  “Because I don’t do these things with you just to get myself off. And I have no intention of punishing you for simply enjoying something. Even if it’s something I can’t fathom enjoying. I just want to know what’s going through your head.”

  “Yes, I enjoyed it!” His voice was a harsh growl, but instead of fire in his eyes, he’d begun to cry.

  Belphagor held him and let him weep. “I’m sorry, malchik. I’m sorry for what happened to her, and I’m sorry to have prodded such a wound because of my jealousy. And frankly, my curiosity got the better of me. Maybe when it isn’t such a painful topic, you’ll tell me about it.”

  Vasily nodded against him, letting the tears fall against his shoulder.

  Belphagor’s arms tightened around him. “But for now, what I intend to punish you for is not trusting me enough to share an experience with me that was clearly very important to you.” He listened quietly to the hitch of surprise in Vasily’s breathing that stopped his tears. It was these endearing little things about his responses that had hopelessly ensnared Belphagor. “You’ll receive that punishment when I’ve decided on how best to discipline you. Tonight, we will deal with the more immediate issue of speaking to me disrespectfully with your dick up another demon’s ass. And since I’m too tired to give you what you deserve in that respect, you can sleep on top of the covers with your ass exposed so it’s ready for me to do what I want with when I wake up in the morning.”

  Vasily pulled away from him, his tears utterly forgotten. “Are you fucking serious?”

  “I am always fucking serious about discipline, my dear boy. Pants down, on top of the covers. Now. You’re a firespirit; it shouldn’t be that much of a hardship for you to sleep bare-assed.”

  Vasily stood with a look of absolute indignation and yanked his pants down, climbing past Belphagor onto the bed to lie down, turned toward the wall.

  Belphagor smoothed his hand across the beautiful ass, and Vasily’s muscles tightened with resistance against him. Without another word, Belphagor undressed and got under the covers, turning the opposite way toward the room. The heat from that ass beside him and the thought of what he’d do to it when he’d gotten some rest made it almost impossible to sleep.

  In the morning, he woke before Vasily, as he often did, and rolled over, remembering as he did so how he’d made the other demon sleep. He admired the ass for a while, rubbing his cock, and then decided the cruelest thing would be to deny Vasily the fucking he’d be expecting. Of course, it was also an exercise in self-denial, but there would be other moments.

  He jerked himself off, making sure to be loud and vigorous enough about it that Vasily woke before he was finished. The look on Vasily’s face as he turned and saw the fruit of Belphagor’s efforts shoot up over his hand was priceless. Belphagor groaned with pleasure.

  “What are you doing?” Vasily demanded.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” He finished up with a satisfied exhalation.

  “You made me lie here all night with my ass out!”

  “I certainly did. And what a lovely ass it is. I enjoyed it visually while pleasuring myself.” He reached his sticky hand around and grabbed hold of the erection he knew would be there. “Should I do the same for you or let you walk around with this in your pants all morning? Or maybe out of your pants? I could make you keep your ass and cock out as long as I like, let Dmitri and Lev see how completely I own you.” He began to stroke him. “You’d look lovely, if a bit silly, sitting there at breakfast eating kasha with this big, beautiful dick poking over the edge of the table.”

  “Bozhe moi, it’s not that big.” His voice was low with arousal despite his anger.

  “You underestimate yourself in many respects, dear boy. I could have you kneel on the chair and put your cock right on your plate. Maybe see if Dmitri or Lev wanted to play with it. I’d have to give them instructions not to allow you to come, of course.”

  Vasily groaned softly, pushing into his hand.

  “You like that idea. We could just make you our toy for the day, something to stroke and tease and torment. I loved driving you mad on the train. You wanted to come so badly.” He lifted his hand from the cock he was stroking and Vasily moaned. “Just like now.”

  “Please, Beli,” he gasped, squirming. “I’m sorry I was rude to you last night. Please don’t do it again.”

  “So you want me to let you come.” Belphagor began to stroke him again, deciding to ignore the breach of etiquette in the familiar use of his name.

  Vasily groaned with relief. “Pozhaluista.”

  “Were you thinking about me fucking you while you lay here all night displaying your ass?”

  “Da, ser.”

  “Perhaps I’ll fuck you later, and not let you
come.” He bore down hard with his hand at the word “come” and made him do it.

  Vasily groaned into his pillow, spilling hot firespirit spunk onto the bed. “Spasibo, ser,” he gasped when he was done.

  “That’s my sweet boy.” Belphagor gazed down at him as Vasily rolled onto his back, the ruddy cheeks flushed with pleasure and the hazel eyes bright. The realization that Vasily was his overwhelmed him suddenly, and he kissed him, nipping softly at the full lips and tracing the line of his jaw with its brace of rugged red sideburns. “I love the way you look,” he whispered, shocked at what had almost come out of his mouth. He’d caught himself just in time from making a foolish romantic declaration. “I love that you belong to me.” He couldn’t seem to stop himself from flirting around the words that wanted out.

  Vasily lay looking up at him, a mixture of something hopeful and frightened in his eyes. He knew what Belphagor was trying not to say. Belphagor shut himself up by kissing Vasily roughly, tasting the smoky heat, his thumb against the piercing he’d given him as he moved his hand down Vasily’s throat. The little piece of metal sticking through the tender flesh said I love you as certainly as any words he could utter. Why did it scare him to death to say it out loud?

  He raised up on his elbow, tracing the damp lips with his fingers, and opened his mouth, his heart pounding against the walls of his chest like a caged bird and his throat dry. He was saved by a knock on the door.

  “Belphagor? Are you awake?” The door opened without a pause for him to answer, and he turned with a glare to see Dmitri peering around it. Dmitri jerked his eyes away from Vasily’s damp, exposed cock and back to Belphagor’s face. “Sorry to bother you so early, but I’ve received some news on the underground. Lev’s got breakfast on. Can you join us in the kitchen?”