The Penance, page 15
“Good mutt,” Mason whispered, simply because fear rose enough to take his voice.
He then stood and strode into Kendrick Hall with a determination that faltered within seconds, but he forced himself forward. Like when Tonram had presented that damn whip because a mutt had pulled away at the critical moment and caused Mason to ejaculate outside an orifice.
“What has been agreed upon is that the light beings oversee this, and the incubus does not leave this room while you’re suppressed,” Willow said. “He can feed on your pain. So can I, but I will try not to, and I will stay by your side the entire time.”
Mason stroked her cheek. “I don’t doubt you will, dear wife.”
She smiled. She then pulled the necklace from her pocket, and Mason shuddered, sensing the incubus demon in him feeling a bit gleeful. A lot, actually.
Emotions could be communicated, so Mason focused on finding it fair. Not easy. At. All. But he nodded, squeezing his eyes shut, while Willow put the necklace on him.
He felt like he imagined it would be to stand in an elevator at the fortieth floor, and the bottom dropped out. Suddenly, he was in an empty space of nothingness. He couldn’t sense anything, not even distinguish whether it was too bright or too dark to see. Even time seemed allusive. Everything did. Except pain. He felt like every cell in his body was ripped away from the others.
Intense agony like his bones were being ground into powder tore through him. His skin felt like he was on fire, and his insides like he’d drank a gallon of acid.
There was no fluctuation in the pain. It was non-stop, and Mason’s mind scrambled to find something to hold onto while waiting in that timeless void of painful existence.
Ass mutt was safe. He could continue to love ass mutt. Ass mutt hadn’t been hurt, and their spat hadn’t caused ass mutt to stop loving Kendrick.
Those thoughts and that he could go make love to ass mutt when the pain stopped was the only thing that kept him from going insane.
Still, as the agony continued, he felt himself slipping. The pain made it impossible to focus, and desperation and helplessness grew stronger and stronger.
He didn’t even know if he was screaming. Whether he even could. There was no sound, and he found no release even as he tried to scream.
In the end, he begged and apologized for his ignorance, feeling guilty at imagining the incubus having begged him, too.
Suddenly, the feeling of the elevator took over again, yet the pain followed him to the brightness, and he could finally scream. And he did. Every time his lungs ran out of air, he filled them to scream again.
Someone picked him off the ground and squeezed him tightly, and it hurt. He writhed in the pain that he finally felt subside. He didn’t even know if it was because he’d been in pain for so long that his mind couldn’t escape it, or whether it really did follow him out of the pit in his own body.
“Shh, Mason, it’s over now, it’s over now.”
It took a moment for Mason to recognize the cooing voice as Aaron’s, and Mason managed enough power over motor functions to hug him.
“Good thing we denied ass mutt being the one here, or your hug right now would have crushed him,” Aaron said. Mason immediately slackened his grip. “I think you popped a rib.”
“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Mason managed, gasping and sobbing as his mind scrambled to acclimatize to reality. “That felt like forever.”
“Eleven hours,” Aaron said.
Mason sobbed.
“And you’re not done,” Willow said.
Mason sobbed harder as his flimsy hope and relief of having escaped the pain disappeared like smoke in front of a fan. “Wait, please.”
“When we have the feast for the fully formed incubus masters, the king will give your body over to be filled by their semen, and you will be wearing the necklace, then, too. Considering some of those cocks, it might be a blessing.”
“No! The pain in here is way worse because it’s constant and way more intense. Getting harvested for a year’s worth of orgasms just now was nothing compared to this.”
“Wow,” Willow mumbled.
“You couldn’t tell the difference?”
“It’s pretty subdued, considering,” Willow said. “I think the incubus just shielded it all for himself.”
“What did he do in the meantime?”
“Walked around and masturbated, mostly.”
“Great,” Mason growled.
“He fucked some of us a few times. And the Lil.”
“Who did he fuck? Of you, I mean.”
“All but Gary and Sam. He said he’d take care of those you couldn’t. So, we’re pretty full.”
“He fucked you?”
Willow scoffed. “I’m not about to say no to a king who’s angry.”
“Understandable.” Mason made it up to sit on his knees. Human hunger made his stomach feel like it was trying to invert itself. “Helena, dear, please bring me food.”
“Come sit,” Willow urged and hauled Mason onto shaky legs. She led him to sit on his chair, and she and Aaron took a seat on either side of him.
“What time is it?”
“Very early morning,” Aaron said. “Ass mutt’s sleeping.”
“Where?”
“On the floor in your room. He refused to lie in the bed or get out of his puppy gear.”
Mason was happy to hear that, and he figured it important to push ass mutt to stay in that role, still certain that it was having had to be Thomas that had thrown him off.
Helena entered with a tray. “Master?” She sounded hopeful.
“Yes, dear?”
“I made a soup, thinking maybe you’d like something light. But I can make something else.”
“Soup sounds delicious.” Truth be told, he was too exhausted to chew a streak or something anyway. “But later, I’d really like a high stack of blueberry pancakes with everything. As in...everything.”
“Absolutely, Master!” She placed the tray, and the creamy soup with crisp bacon crumbs made his mouth water. “Jerusalem artichoke soup with heavy cream.”
“I feel spoiled.” He tasted it and groaned. Coming from what felt like forever in a place with no sensation other than pain whatsoever, this was heaven. Especially after not having been able to taste her food for so long. A bath and his bed and ass mutt snuggled against his body were next on the list. “So, you and the incubus had a nice chat?” Mason asked.
“Yes,” Willow said. “It was weird being able to talk to him.”
“What did he say?”
“That you’re weak.”
Mason snorted around his spoon.
“I once thought so, too,” Willow admitted. “But to see what you do with power and how you’re perceived in the human world, you’re only weak in a demon’s perspective. Yet, as a man, you’re powerful beyond reproach. I told him that difference is what’s important in the human world.” Mason smiled at her. “I think he thought about it for a while.”
“I tried to help Sam explain it,” Aaron said. “And love. I think we managed to find a way that it made sense, considering the incubus king never really looks out of you for more than feeding.”
“Thank you, Aaron. And Sam.”
“He looked forward to simply being allowed to slumber and feed,” Aaron continued. “He’s quite lazy and content with your arrangement.”
“Good.” Mason had momentarily feared that the incubus wanted more autonomy and would fight him for the right to govern their body. Well, Mason’s body. The incubus would at some point have his own, and no demon was made to inhabit their birth body. “I wonder why that is, though.”
“For the same reason I enjoy being in a body more than I do outside one,” Willow said. “It’s our nature to be a parasite.”
“So, his idea could change once he becomes fully formed in me?”
Willow looked off in thought. “I don’t know.”
Mason merely nodded and ate his food. It had looked too little to fill him, yet once he’d polished off the bowl, stopping himself from licking it clean, it had more than done the job.
“Master Bakzel is here, checking in on you.”
Mason looked up. Then the incubus rose, and Bakzel shimmied into vision. Wow! That had never happened. “We’re okay, Master,” Mason said, offering a tired smile. Bakzel returned it and pulled back, and Mason felt the incubus slip back into slumber.
“Shower, bed, hug ass mutt. Those are my immediate plans.”
“They sound like good plans,” Aaron said. Then Sam took over. “Would Master prefer a long soak in the tub or a shower?”
“A soak and a...bottle of cognac.”
Sam’s brows shot up. “A bottle?”
“I’m going to try to get drunk.” Which was not easy as an incubus.
“Aaron says he would, too.” Sam stood. “I will find Master something and prepare his bath.”
“Thank you.”
Sam left, leaving only Mason and Willow at the table.
“How noticed has my absence at work been?”
“Very. You have a stack of get-well-soon cards in the office.”
Mason rubbed his face. “What day is it?”
“Friday.”
“Fuck.” He’d lost a week.
Helena returned for the tray, yet she placed what looked more like a water glass with an amber liquid before collecting the tray and leaving.
Mason eyed the glass filled almost to the rim, then sniffed it. Okay, she made sure he could get drunk. Hopefully, he could get a good night’s rest.
Chapter Ten
Hangovers were at least something Mason didn’t have to suffer. He’d managed to get drunk while soaking in the tub. Ass mutt had sat next to the tub, within arm’s reach to be petted, and read a book out loud to Mason.
They’d then cuddled up in the bed where ass mutt had cried himself to sleep, apologizing again and again for all the pain his jealousy had cost Mason. Mason didn’t blame him, though. The incubus’ lack of understanding and Mason’s lack of ability to communicate with the incubus were the main factors, and if it hadn’t been a fit of jealousy, it would have been something else that would have set it off down the line.
For now, they had to figure out a balance for ass mutt and puppy. Well, Mason did. The forced submission was part of what had finally freed Thomas to become ass mutt and later puppy. Yet, the necessary freedom when helping tend to Cecil was what had thrown the boy out of balance and brought back the unbalanced individual that was Thomas.
Mason, no Kendrick, had to balance the mutt and not the lover. Love was what made the difference this time. Usually, Mason, no Kendrick, had never had a problem dishing out pain when not getting his way. At least ass mutt accepted it and loved him despite of it because it kept him from doing bad things out in the real world, and he got to play with Willow’s bitch when he’d been good.
Back to that.
But first, Mason wanted to make love to ass mutt, so he was waiting for him to wake up. Why wait? That was part of the problem. Mason kept forgetting that ass mutt was first and foremost a mutt, and it was that demand of his body that had helped balance the boy out.
Ass mutt was sleeping on Mason’s arm, so to not wake him, Mason gingerly reached back for the jar of saliva, but he couldn’t reach it without having to move.
Sam stepped out of shadow, took the jar, and unscrewed the lid.
“Thank you,” Mason mouthed.
Sam nodded, handed the jar over, and disappeared again.
Mason removed their covers and put the jar on the bed between them. He then dipped a finger and pushed it into ass mutt. That hole had tightened up, making Mason smile at the fun they’d have opening him back up. He’d have to take a tour of the house again and see what he could find that fit into his mutt.
That ass needed more before Mason was going to try to penetrate, so he dipped two fingers and pushed them into ass mutt, noticing that ass mutt’s breathing changed. Then the boy turned his head and a sweet smile spread on his lips.
“Good morning, Master Kendrick.”
“Good morning, puppy. Such a tight hole you have now.”
“Yes, it’s miserable and misses Master’s arm.”
Mason chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m going to stuff ass mutt’s hole and make it big and sloppy again, but first...” Mason kissed ass mutt’s neck. “I’m going to fuck it.”
Ass mutt moaned.
Mason wanted to hear more of that, so he dunked his fingers in more saliva and worked his fingers in more eagerly.
“Now, just now, please, Master,” ass mutt whispered.
“Impatient little puppy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master.”
Mason used more saliva to coat his own cock, then moved the jar to sit between his pillow and the headboard before shuffling closer and centering his cock. He slowly penetrated, and ass mutt jerked and groaned from the sting. But then he pushed back until Mason was fully sheathed in him.
Enough stinging pain accompanied it for the incubus to crack an eye, but once Mason began moving, pleasure spread in ass mutt, and what ounce of energy that had been there for the incubus disappeared, and it slumbered again.
First, slow and pleasurable morning lovemaking, then a good rinse after breakfast, and Mason would begin the dilation and feed the incubus on a sore hole. Ass mutt would feed the incubus a lot more in the near future.
Ass mutt turned his head and looked at Mason with heavy-lidded eyes.
So sexy, so Mason dove in for a kiss, their groans mingling in their passion.
Mason reached around and gently fondled ass mutt’s hard cock, his stomach fluttering as a shudder raced through his young lover. Neither were going to last long, and Mason didn’t mind. He wanted the intensity. He needed it, craved it, so he upped the pace of his thrusts and jacking off ass mutt.
“Oh, no, Master, ass mutt’s going to come too quick.”
“I want you to. I want you to come on my cock before I do. And I’ve missed this so much. With you.”
Ass mutt cried out and reared back to get more, moaning louder and louder, so Mason moved his kisses to ass mutt’s neck and shoulder. The urge to bite washed over him, and he followed it.
Ass mutt cried out and came, quacking against Mason. The relief of finally being with ass mutt again, coupled with a quicky morning fuck, tipped Mason over the edge, and he cried out as he came, clutching ass mutt close.
Finally, Mason felt whole again, and the incubus seemed calm and content, too.
Slowly, he slipped from ass mutt, who turned in his arms and snuggled in. The boy froze, and unease rose. With it, the incubus pushed forward, and a new kind of hunger filled Mason.
“Are you going to cry pretty tears for me now?” Mason whispered lovingly.
“Yes, Master,” ass mutt said, fear rising, and saliva ran from Mason’s mouth down the boy’s neck.
“I think pretty stripes need to adorn your ass before we make it a big and pretty hole again.”
Energies battled in ass mutt as he pried himself away and backed off the bed.
Mason sat up, watching as the boy crawled to the toy chest, opened it, and put the cane in his mouth. He then crawled around the bed to Mason’s side, putting his puppy mask next to him as he sat back for Mason to take the cane.
Devotion and fear filled ass mutt’s gaze as Mason put the mask on his lover.
The pillory had still not been assembled again, so Mason had to get creative. Or, he’d test out that dedication.
“Up and lie on the bed.” Mason got off it. “I want to be pleased by your willingness.”
“Yes, Master.” Ass mutt crawled onto the bed and positioned himself prone. His hands already fisted the sheets, and his body quivered from fear and the expected pain.
Mason ran his hands over the mutt’s ass and thighs, enjoying the few places a cane had done just enough damage to leave an imperfection. They were hard to see against the pale skin, though.
That would change.
Ass mutt cried out as the cane struck perfectly across the back of his thighs, yet he clearly fought to stay in place and not writhe too much. The burst of pain made saliva run faster, yet Mason was proud of his mutt’s willingness that he wiped the fingers of his left hand in saliva and pushed two fingers into ass mutt, stimulating him for a bit.
Pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure. That was the balance to be found, expected, and accepted, so Mason would play with that. He continued until energy flattened as the mind got control over the pain and could enjoy the touch. He then removed his fingers, enjoying the spike of fear, then pain from another strike of the cane painting a parallel line just above the first line.
Again, ass mutt stayed where he was, but he did writhe and cry.
Like before, Mason pushed fingers into ass mutt, stretching his hole gently. It was a fun balance to play with.
As he continued that alternation, it became harder and harder for ass mutt to enjoy the fingers, and as Mason went back down over the already battered ass and thighs, ass mutt could no longer enjoy the stretch, no matter how gentle it was. The skin on his ass and thighs were simply too battered now to be overshadowed by pleasure.
Mason dropped the cane and pulled ass mutt to lie with his beautiful ass over the edge of the high bed. Perfect fuck height. “Now, let me feel that cock teasing hole.”
Ass mutt hitched. “Yes. Master.”
“Such pretty sounds you make when I put pretty lines on your ass.”
“Thank you, Master Mason. I want to make you as happy as I do Master Kendrick.”
The incubus purred, rubbing saliva between the battered cheeks. He then pushed his cock inside the ready hole, groaning at the velvety feel and pain as his hips ground against the sore stripes.
“So pretty.” He snapped his hips, coaxing a whimper from ass mutt. “Such a lovely wrecked hole.” He snapped his hips again, harder. “And after you’ve cried pretty for me, Kendrick gets to fill you out for my next fun.” The next hip snap was the first of many hard and deep thrusts that made his hips slap against the cane marks, leaving ass mutt screaming and writing under him as Mason chased an orgasm.
