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Balthazar leaned back against the bars of his kennel, feeling the cold metal press into his bare skin. He was slumped to keep from hitting his head on the low top of the cage, and his bare feet pressed against the door of the cage.

He sighed, and crossed his feet at the ankles, resting his hands on his stomach. He stared at his feet, listening to the sounds of whimpers from the injured or new slaves, and the snores of the sleeping slaves around him, and he sighed again.

He looked at the bruises that were mottling his legs, looked at scars that were nearly hidden under the bruises. He knew the bruising and scarring went further - knew that it covered his chest and arms and his back. He knew there were even a few scars on his face, and he knew he was lucky there weren’t more. 

He ran a hand through his blonde curls, wrapping a soft strand around his finger before he dropped his hand back to his side. He knew he wasn’t pretty. He was getting old. He was scarred from his…youth. He wasn’t the lithe twink that he once was - his joints hurt and his scars were stiff, and even when he wasn’t beaten by a master, he still hurt more often than not. 

Ten years as a slave. Ten years since he was grabbed out of his house and thrown into a van and driven across borders to one of the many underground training centers that littered the world. Ten years since he was raped for the first time, since the collar had first been cinched around his throat and he had been brutally shown his new place in the world. Ten years since…since everything had changed.

He rested his head back against the bars of his kennel and closed his eyes.

Ten years a slave. It sounded like a bad film - some sort of over-dramatic historical piece that managed to be both graphic and also completely shallow. Ten years a slave - and he had nothing new to look forward to. He had thought he was going to have a lot longer - he was only thirty-six. In the normal world - in the free world - he was still young. He should have a long life ahead of him, should get to see himself go wrinkled and grey. 

He swallowed at the memory of the conversation his owners had held above him after their brusque inspection.

He was apparently too old. He was apparently not pretty enough. It didn’t matter that he brought in some of the most regular customers - it didn’t matter that he was exceptionally good at being whatever his masters wanted in the moment - he was getting too old. His skin was marked, and he moved too slowly when it was cold, and he was too old.

He was only thirty-six.

He shouldn’t be old yet.

He swallowed hard, pressing his hand to his mouth to smother any sounds that might escape his tight throat.

He remembered the first time he had escaped. He remembered managing to make it out of town before they caught him, and he remembered being dumped into the training system again. He remembered how well he was retrained.

He remembered the gap of time after the retraining, remembered how it took years for him to regain his personality - or a ghost of it at least.

He knew he was lucky in his current owners. He knew that even though he was expected to service anyone who wanted whenever they wanted, he knew he was lucky. He was fed three full meals a day. He was allowed regular showers, and even a few products to spruce himself up. He was allowed to flirt, and joke, and be something of himself - he was lucky.

And now he was going to lose all of that.

It was only a matter of time.

He was in some sort of limbo, some waiting period before they decided to downgrade him.

Balthazar didn’t want to think about that - didn’t want to face that. He didn’t want to lose his relative freedom, didn’t want to gain more scars.

His chest shook in a silent sob, and he pulled his knees to his chest.

Wasn’t he good enough? He never touched his collar. He never hesitated at following an order. He bent forwards, backwards, and sideways for his masters and owners. He let them hurt him, and he let them fuck him, and he did whatever they wanted. Wasn’t that enough? He had no shame anymore - he was sitting naked in a cell and he didn’t even think about it - and he was content. He had dared to think he was safe .

Maybe that was why it was about to collapse around him - maybe it was because he had dared to believe that he was safe. Maybe this was his fault.

Balthazar didn’t have any illusions. He knew that if he was downgraded, he wasn’t going to live long. The slaves he had seen that were turned into sadist toys - they never lasted long. Sooner or later, their minds would break, and they would be put down. In ten years, Balthazar had seen it enough that he knew what was waiting for him.

He knew that he wasn’t a strong man - he knew he was a coward, who had adapted in order to survive. He knew that he wasn’t going to survive being tortured. He wasn’t strong enough for that.

Balthazar was crying in earnest, shaking silently. He wrapped his arm around his legs and rested his head on his knees and kept quiet. 

He let himself mourn. He let himself grieve what was coming, and he let himself wish for a minute. He let himself dream of a world where he was safe.

He couldn’t even imagine a world where he was free - even in the safety of his mind he couldn’t think about that. All he dared to hope for was to be safe. He didn’t mind having sex. He didn’t mind cleaning or fucking or anything … He just…he just wanted to settle. He wanted to be safe . He knew he would be owned for the rest of his life - he just wanted a chance to live that life.

Balthazar sobbed in the darkness of the brothel’s basement, listening to the sounds of the slaves around him and letting himself be human for a minute.

Crowley handed his card off to the receptionist at the door of the Cage, standing calmly while the lady put his information into the computer. She smiled back at him, handing his card back. “ Welcome , to the Cage. We hope you will thoroughly enjoy yourself.” She said.

He didn’t respond, walking into the brothel.

It was a classy brothel. The decor was luxurious , and the low lighting made it look even richer. The hardwood floors clicked under his shoes and he walked up the bar that was the center of the main room. He leaned against the dark wood of the bar and signalled the bartender.

He noticed the lack of a collar on the bartender, and ordered a whiskey, pleased to see that they offered Craig’s. He turned around to face the room, sipping his whiskey as he considered his options.

The slaves were obvious, wearing a uniform that was little more than a skimpy robe over a speedo. The black leather collars that wrapped around their throats also singled them out. Some of the slaves were sitting at the booths with potential or current clients. Some of the slaves were dancing up on stages and poles. Some slaves were carrying trays of drinks to the clientele. Some slaves were leading or following people to back rooms.

Crowley sipped his whiskey, and admitted to himself that while the satin uniforms the slaves wore were certainly cheap , they also did an excellent job not hiding any of the slave’s assets.

He saw a few slaves kneeling near the wall - waiting for attention - and dismissed them out of hand. While he knew it was perhaps hypocritical, he wanted a little bit of personality in his lovers. His eyes roved over the people in the large room, and he saw the slave watching him. He met his eyes, sipping his whiskey when the blonde slave didn’t look away.

Crowley smirked and pointed out him, gesturing him to come with a crook of his finger.

The man rose to his feet and sauntered across the room, gracefully avoiding the slaves and clients moving around him. He came to stand in front of Crowley, his eyes now respectfully fixed on Crowley’s chest as he relaxed into a simple resting pose, his hands behind his back. 

Crowley finished his whiskey and set the empty glass on the bar beside him. 

The slave was a few inches taller than him, and he still had muscle on him. His limbs were long and slender, and despite the bruises and old scars that Crowley could see - Crowley could also see potential. 

“Eyes up.” he said finally.

The slave smirked a little and raised his head, meeting Crowley’s gaze again. His eyes were bright blue, and looked amused.

“What’s your name, pet?”

“Balthazar.” he answered quickly, confidently.

Crowley let his eyes trail over the slave’s - Balthazar’s - body again, taking note of the old scarring underneath his collar.

A slave that had run once. A slave that was probably much more scared than he looked now if he had cut his collar.

A slave that was still sure enough of himself to meet his eyes.

Crowley made up his mind. “You’ll do.” he gestured for him to lead the way to a private room. 

Balthazar turned and walked away. His hips swayed as he walked, cutting back through the main room and leading to one of the side exits. Balthazar didn’t say anything to the guard that waited there, that took notice of Crowley walking behind the slave. Crowley nodded at him, knowing that his payment would be processed shortly, and he followed the slave to a room.

The room was well lit, and the bed was large. There was a rack of equipment to play with, and Crowley nodded appreciatively as he mentally acknowledged that the online reviews of this brothel had been well deserved.

Crowley Slid his overcoat off, hanging it over the back of an armchair. “Sit. On the bed.” he added.

Balthazar sat on the edge of the bed, crossing his ankles and leaning back on his arms as he looked up at Crowley with a smirk. He was clearly waiting for orders, but Crowley appreciated the appearances.

Crowley slid his suit coat off next, hanging it neatly over the back of the arm chair as well. “I do not want to have to babysit you through this.” he said bluntly, looking into Balthazar’s eyes. “I am here to indulge myself, with no risk of strings attached or complications, and you are here to be used. This is a business arrangement. But I have no desire to order you to do every little thing.” he said flatly, staring at Balthazar.

The slave considered him, and then nodded. “That’s easy enough, darling. Do you top or bottom?”

Crowley smirked. “Top, pet.” he reached out to cup his cheek, tilting his chin up. “You can call me Crowley, and you can cum as many times as you want.”

Balthazar blinked in genuine surprise at the permission. 

Crowley stepped back and waved a hand at him. “Strip.” he said simply, stepping away to look at the equipment. He heard the slave moving around behind him, and he pulled a cuff chain off the wall, putting it into his pocket. He picked up a plug and a bottle of lube, and then grabbed a cockring at the last moment. He walked back to the bed, to the slave lounging back on the bed again. Balthazar was half hard, and Crowley arched an eyebrow in surprise.

Balthazar shrugged unrepentantly, catching his look. “You’re not bad on the eyes, darling - and I always was a good slut for being used.” he smirked at him again.

Crowley arched an eyebrow at him, more than a little surprised. He studied Balthazar for a minute, trying to see how much of it was an act. He decided it didn’t matter and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Turn around, bend over - chest down on the bed.” he ordered, pleased when Balthazar immediately obeyed, bending over the edge of the bed and spreading his legs slightly for balance.

Crowley slid a hand over his arse, squeezing the cheeks. Beside him, Balthazar’s breathing stuttered slightly at the groping touch, but he didn’t move; and Crowley felt the pleasure settle a little deeper in his chest. He set the cockring and the plug on the bed beside him - putting them in Balthazar’s line of sight, and smirking at his gasp. He slapped his arse, and then poured lube over his fingers. He traced a hand down Balthazar’s crack, and then pushed a finger into his hole.

Balthazar shuddered, pressing back against him.

Crowley pumped his finger in and out of is arse, looking back at the slave.

Balthazar’s hands were fisted in the blankets, and his face was turned to the side. His eyes were closed, and he dragged in breaths through his open mouth.

“ Don’t be silent.” he ordered.

Balthazar whimpered. “Yes, yes…”

Crowley hummed, pleased as he pushed a second slick finger into Balthazar’s arse.

Balthazar moaned, pushing his arse back and spreading his legs further apart. 

Crowley kept stretching his ass out, getting three fingers in and then pausing for a moment. He pressed his free hand on the small of Balthazar’s back, holding him in place before he reached in and found Balthazar’s prostate.

He moaned again, jerking under Crowley’s hand. “Oh. Oh god…” his voice was higher with need. 

Crowley smirked, and kept firmly stroking against Balthazar’s prostate.

He was shaking on the bed, whimpering as his hands twisted in the blankets he was lying on. “Oh fuck…oh god… please, please…”

“I did say that you can come as much as you want.” he said calmly. 

Balthazar thrust against the edge of the bed, gasping.

Crowley felt Balthazar start to seize up, felt him start to cum, and he pulled his fingers out, flipping Balthazar over onto his back and holding him down. 

Balthazar whined, blinking at him in confusion. “What-”

Crowley smiled darkly. “But I don’t plan on letting you cum for a while, pet.”

And Balthazar’s eyes only darkened further with arousal, and Crowley felt a spark of excitement at what the night was going to bring.

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Balthazar stared up at his temporary master’s eyes, and realised he had no idea what he was getting into. 

Most people who wanted a slave to fuck wanted one of two things: to have a completely obedient toy that they could hurt and fuck however they wanted to, or to have someone pretend to want them. Balthazar was able to fill either role - was used to either pretending to get off, pretending to passionately enjoy whatever was done to him; or was used to obeying every order as his masters enacted whatever their darkest kinks were on him.

No broken skin of course - no scars. 

He was still safe from that.

He was used to even pretending to cum, used to people assuming that omegas didn’t ejaculate when they came. He knew how to writhe and scream, and convince whomever was fucking him that they were bringing him to the heights of passionate release. He was used to not being allowed to cum for weeks or months at a time. He was even used to fighting back an orgasm on the rare occasion when he was actually brought to edge but hadn’t been given permission to cum.

He hadn’t been lying when he said Crowley was handsome. The man was confident and knew what he was doing, and Balthazar had always been a slut. 

The verbal, explicit permission to cum… That had surprised him. Few people knew he needed the permission - even less were inclined to give it to him. He had nodded in his shock, and had bent over when he was told to. He bent over the edge of the bed and firmly ordered himself to do whatever it took to cum - that no matter how violently he was fucked, that he was still going to get off. He didn’t know when the next time he would get a chance was, and he wasn’t wasting this.

He expected Crowley to immediately shove his cock in him - expected that to be the reason he had been bent over the edge of the bed. He had hoped Crowley had grabbed the lube at least from his foray to the equipment, and He frowned when Crowley had sat down beside him instead of shoving his cock in his arse. He felt a finger - a small, well-lubed finger - press into his arse and he made a noise of surprise that he hoped sounded more like pleasure. 

Crowley was good with his fingers - Balthazar could tell that. He certainly didn’t know why the alpha was pleasuring him , but he wasn’t going to argue against it. He tried to fuck himself back on the fingers, closing his eyes and just enjoying the pleasure. He knew that eventually he would have to focus on his master’s pleasure - but for right now, this was just about him. For whatever reason, this was just about him. So he fisted his hand in the blanket, and let himself make genuine noises of pleasure, and chased that orgasm. 

He was so close when Crowley pressed down on his back, pinning him to the bed. He was so close when Crowley finger fucked his prostate, and he was nearly there when Crowley suddenly yanked his hand out and flipped him over onto his back to keep him from orgasm.

Balthazar’s chest twisted in betrayal, and he stared up at Crowley, confused.

Crowley’s smile was sadistic, and Balthazar swallowed hard. “-Don’t plan on letting you cum for a while, pet.”

Balthazar ought to feel sick - ought to feel betrayed at getting the carrot dangled so close to him and then be yanked away - but all he felt was arousal. 

He nodded when he judged he wasn’t about to immediately orgasm.

Crowley’s smile turned pleased, and he let go of Balthazar, sitting up. He reached down, wrapping his hand around Balthazar’s cock and starting to jerk him off.

Balthazar gripped his hair with one hand, arching off the bed. “Fuck…”

Crowley laughed, letting go of his cock to pick up the cockring and slid it into place.

Balthazar whimpered. “Please…”

“Don’t worry, pet. You’ll cum before I let you go.”

Balthazar heard the promise in his voice, and nodded jerkily.

“Good boy.”

He shivered again, involuntarily.

Crowley nudged his legs apart, picking up the plug and pouring lube over it.

Balthazar watched him, parting his legs further as Crowley reached down and pressed the plug into his arse. He moaned, his eyes falling closed at the entirely pleasurable sensation of the plug in him - of nothing tearing . He realised that this might be the easiest client he had ever had - realised and was grateful that it would be easy to service this master.

Crowley reached a hand under Balthazar’s head, and Balthazar’s relief turned into terror in a heartbeat. He went stiff as a board, unable to resist Crowley scruffing him, and unable to let him do it either - and he felt fingers tangle in his hair and drag him upright.

His eyes shot open as he sat up, pushing himself upright to follow the hand in his hair. He stared at Crowley, and knew from the alpha’s look, that the alpha knew what he had been expecting.

Crowley pulled him over his legs, pushing him down until his stomach was lying across Crowley’s knees and his arse was in the air.

Balthazar’s hands fluttered near the ground for a moment, before he hesitantly gripped Crowley’s ankle to steady himself. He felt one of Crowley’s hands settling on the small of his back again, holding him. He stared at the hardwood under his face, and felt Crowley’s other hand stroking the skin on his arse.

Balthazar swallowed, and then gasped as Crowley fiddled with the base of the plug in his arse. He pressed back as far as he could, arching up into Crowley’s touch. “Please-”

Crowley chuckled, and then swung his hand, bringing it down hard on Balthazar’s arse.

He jerked, yelping. He stared at the floor, frozen while Crowley rubbed the sting out of his skin.

It was a hand. It was just a hand. It wasn’t even going to leave bruises ! What was the point ?

He must have made a noise, because Crowley hushed him. “Just relax, pet. This isn’t going to hurt.”

That didn’t help.

Balthazar didn’t understand . He knew he was bruised - knew the bloody pinpricks from the last flogging he had gotten were still painfully visible on his skin. He knew that on the wall of equipment that was in every private room there were floggers and paddles and canes. Balthazar knew how all of them felt against his skin, and he knew he could handle it and all this master wanted to do was…spank him with his hands?

Balthazar swallowed and held onto Crowley’s ankle a bit tighter. As confused as he was, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. As confused as he was, he couldn’t bring himself to redirect the master from a relatively painless way to get off. So he swallowed, and tried to relax in Crowley’s lap, feeling his painfully hard cock rub slightly against Crowley’s slack. He closed his eyes, and breathed, and tried to ignore the uncertainty that he was being thrown into.

Pain he understood. Fucking he understood. Pretending and obeying he understood. 

This…

He yelped as the hand came down again, the sting spreading across his skin. His fingers dug into Crowley’s ankle, and he tried to loosen his grip - tried not to hurt his temporary master.

Crowley was rubbing the sting out of his skin again. “Hold on, pet - don’t worry about it.”

Balthazar took a deep breath, and then slowly tightened his hands on Crowley’s ankle again. He hesitated, and then said on instinct and genuine feeling: “Thank you.”

Crowley’s hand paused slightly, and normally Balthazar would be nervous about surprising a master but…

Crowley chuckled, and then spanked him again, and again.

Balthazar whimpered, the plug in his arse shifting and making him thrust against Crowley’s legs.

Crowley went back to gently rubbing his skin. “Have you ever been spanked before, Balthazar?”

He swallowed, and hesitated. “I…not…not with a hand.” he answered cautiously. 

“Mmm. Excellent.” Crowley said, before starting to spank him again, not pausing for a break this time.

Crowley stroked the reddened skin he had been spanking, admiring his handiwork. 

Balthazar was trembling across his lap, his hands clutching his ankle like that was all that was grounding him. He was making helpless noises of pleasure, whimpering and moaning.

Crowley smirked and gripped the plug, slowly pulling it out.

Balthazar gasped, arching back, and stretching up on his toes to present himself further to Crowley’s touch.

Crowley shifted himself slightly, feeling Balthazar press against his own hardened cock. “Aren’t you just a sight…”

“Please…please-” he whimpered. He rolled his hips slowly against Crowley’s, trying to find leverage from the position he held.

Crowley thrust the plug all of the way back in, and smirked as Balthazar cried out and arched up. He fucked the plug into his ass, twisting it and angling it until Balthazar arched up against him with a strangled noise.

“Oh god -”

He smirked, and kept fucking the plug directly into Balthazar’s prostate, moving his arm off Baltahzar’s back and moving it to his shoulders - holding him in place.

Balthazar was flushed with arousal, and the noises he made were helpless and loud. His fingers were digging into Crowley’s ankle deep enough to leave bruises, and he squirmed in place. He tried to find friction for his bound cock, tried to fuck himself back on the plug, and Crowley breathed deeply to calm himself. 

“God, please, please, please, please-” Balthazar begged.

Crowley pulled the plug out of his arse, gripping Balthazar’s shoulder and pulling him upright.

Balthazar was shaking, falling towards Crowley. “Please. I…please-”

Crowley patted his cheek and stood up. “Onto the bed, pet.”

Balthazar blinked at him for a second, swallowing against the collar and the scar around his throat; and then he was crawling onto the bed.

Crowley pulled the chain out of his pocket, crawling onto the bed and kneeling between Balthazar’s legs. “Hands to the headboard.” he ordered.

Balthazar stretched his hands over his head, holding them up to the slats in the headboard. 

Crowley leaned over him, clipping the chain to one of Balthazar’s permanent cuffs and looping it around the slat before clipping it to the second cuff. He looked down at the omega who was looking up at him with lust-blown eyes and an open, wet mouth. 

Crowley patted his cheek again and shifted back, settling onto his knees. He reached out and gripped Balthazar’s rock hard cock, stroking it slowly.

Balthazar arched off the bed, whining. 

“Good boy.” Crowley murmured, letting go of his cock.

“No! No - I…please-!”

“So impatient.” Crowley relaxed, certain that he had managed to reduce Balthazar to feelings - that it wasn’t as practiced anymore, and it was just two men having sex.

He stood up, unbuckling his trousers and pushing them down. He stepped out of the slacks, getting back onto the bed.

Balthazar was breathing faster, staring at him - and his hard cock - hopefully. “Please?”

“Since you ask you prettily, pet.” He took hold of himself, lining himself up to Balthazar’s hole.

Balthazar tried to pull his legs up, to make it easier for Crowley to fuck him.

Crowley gripped Balthazar’s hips and shifted his weight on his knees, and then he slammed into Balthazar.

The blonde man screamed, arching off the bed. 

Crowley pounded into him, watching as the slave twisted his hands in his cuffs until he could hold onto the slats. He watched as Balthazar shook on the bed, staring at the ceiling as every thrust punched another cry out of him.

Crowley shifted Balthazar slightly, changing his angle, and smirking when Balthazar sobbed when he hit his prostate again. “So pretty, pet…so fucking pretty.” He grunted, feeling his arse clench around him. 

Balthazar was strung as tight as a wire, and Crowley spared a thought of worry that the cockring wouldn’t be enough, before the very thought of Balthazar cumming through the ring pushed him over the edge, and he pulled out just enough for his knot to stay free before he came.

Balthazar’s breathing stuttered when he felt the cum in his arse, and then he started to sob.

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Crowley had cum. Crowley had cum, and he hadn’t. Crowley had cum, and had fucked him, and had orgasmed, and Balthazar still hadn’t cum. Crowley was done with him, and he was still painfully hard, and Balthazar collapsed to the bed sobbing, completely overwhelmed. He had done his duty, he had gotten his master off, he had serviced the alpha - he shouldn’t be feeling hurt. He shouldn’t be feeling betrayed but he had hoped . He had hoped he would get to cum for once - that he would get off tonight. To be so very close, and have it yanked away… It wasn’t his choice - it was just another form of cruel torture.

 He went boneless, staring at the ceiling, feeling the need still burning under his skin. He wondered if Crowley had forgotten him, or if he had never planned on letting him cumming. He wondered if he asked, if Crowley would still let him get off - or if it had always been a carrot out of reach. He wondered at the cruelty of it. He wondered if he would rather have been beaten instead. He wondered if he was never going to orgasm again before he was demoted - wondered if he was never going to cum again in his life. He wondered and he wondered and the arousal was a painful fire under his skin - and it hurt even more that he knew he wouldn't even dare to jerk himself off after he was alone.

“Breathe. Breathe, pet.”

He obediently tried to take a deep breath, choking on air.

There was a hand rubbing calming circles into his hip, and Balthazar couldn’t help but start to relax.

“I’m not finished, Balthazar.”

Balthazar’s breath caught in his throat, and he lifted his head to stare at the alpha who was still kneeling in between his legs.

Crowley looked amused at his reaction.

“I’m not finished with you.” he was staring into Balthazar’s eyes. “You will cum before I leave, pet. You will cum… several times before I leave.” he promised with a dark tone in his voice.

Balthazar should be scared at that tone of voice - he should be worried at that promise that even though he felt barely tethered to his body, he wasn’t nearly close to being done. He should be worried - but all he heard was that he was going to get to cum.

“Do you promise?” he asked before he thought about it, before the training that he was forgetting smothered the words in his throat.

Crowley’s very pleased smile smothered the moment of fear, and Balthazar relaxed again. “I promise.”

Balthazar swallowed, feeling the press of his collar against his throat - and felt dangerously unbalanced. This wasn’t normal . This wasn’t how he was supposed to have sex - to get fucked. This was…this was intimate, and focused on him, and torture in its own way and…

Balthazar stared at Crowley who was rubbing the skin of his thigh reassuringly.

He took a deep breath and then nodded. He shifted on the bed, trying to ignore the throbbing ache in his groin as he came to terms with the fact that he wasn’t going anywhere, that he wasn’t done being of service.

Crowley was watching him, watching him as he slowly calmed down and his tears dried. “You’re doing very good for me, pet.” he said calmly, conversationally. “You’ve never just been…edged, have you.”

Balthazar shook his head slightly.

“You’re doing very well.” he continued stroking and massaging Balthazar’s thigh, never moving his hand to anything more erogenous. “You’re doing just fine.”

Balthazar was slowly relaxing again, slowly coming down off the edge of helpless need and arousal. He swallowed, realising Crowley was giving him a minute, was letting him take some time to regather himself.

His chest burned with something unnameable at that realisation. He shifted on the bed again, watching his temporary master who was watching him. “Do…do you always do this to your…partners?” His voice sounded rough in a way that it usually only did after a brutal face-fucking.

“Yes.” he said simply.

“Wouldn’t it be… cheaper to find a…a free partner?” he asked dryly - curiously.

Crowley didn’t look bothered by the question, looked amused by it.

Balthazar was relieved by the lack of irritation, and he watched Crowley - curious what his answer would be. He was curious if he even would answer. His cock was still rock hard, and he knew that his barely coherent thoughts could be immediately derailed with just a simple touch.

“Ah, but it is quite hard to find someone willing to let me tie them down and edge them for hours, and then finish it off with several forced orgasms.”

Balthazar shivered at the implicit promise.

Crowley noticed his reaction and smirked. “ You don’t have a choice .” he said plainly.

Balthazar whimpered, trying to wet his suddenly dry mouth. “...Well, you will always have a willing play partner in me should you need one again.” he offered without thinking, realising he was actually serious after he said it.

Crowley blinked, his smirk freezing for a second before he chuckled. “Don’t get any ideas, pet - there’s a reason I go to slaves.” he said warningly.

Balthazar huffed. “What ideas, darling? You snap your fingers, and I’ll be the most perfect, mindless slave you can imagine.” he said seriously. “You simply don’t want that right now.”

Crowley considered that and then shrugged in agreement. “Not just a pretty face, are you.”

“No. Just a slave.” he said simply, honestly.

Crowley looked at him, sliding his hand over Balthazar’s thigh until it rested on the inside of it, lying close to his balls.

Balthazar’s breath hitched, and he tried to watch Crowley’s hand - tried to anticipate where it was going next.

“Are you ready, Balthazar?” Crowley drawled

He shivered and took a deep breath. “Yes. Yes, I…” he clamped his mouth shut and nodded again.

Crowley smirked, and pulled his hand back, removing himself from Balthazar completely.

Balthazar couldn't stop the whine that escaped him as he tried to follow Crowley's touch.

The alpha got out of bed, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off as he crossed the room back to the wall of equipment again.

Balthazar watched him, biting his tongue as he waited to see what Crowley would pick out - what would be used on him next. 

Crowley grabbed the robe that hung next to the wall, pulling it on as he looked over the equipment - at the clamps and cuffs and canes and paddles that hung there. He reached out and grabbed two pairs of padded cuffs, holding them loosely in one hand before picking up another plug - one that Balthazar knew vibrated.

Balthazar whimpered as he watched him, unable to keep from imagining the feeling.

Crowley snagged a set of nipple clamps last, smirking as he turned back to the bed. He looked Balthazar over knowingly. “When was the last time you came, pet?”

He blinked at the question - at realising he was supposed to actually answer - and tried to think. “Three - no, four months?” he guessed, shuddering as he remembered that it hadn’t been an allowed orgasm, and he had been flogged bloody afterwards for it. He shifted, fighting the urge to promise whatever he thought Crowley wanted, fighting the urge to either promise not to cum, or beg to cum.

“Mmm. Pity you won’t be coming for a few more hours yet.” he said cruelly, clearly enjoying himself despite being soft. 

Balthazar made another helpless whimpering noise, watching Crowley come back to the side of the bed.

Crowley set his items down on the bed, reaching over and unclipping Balthazar’s cuffs from the headboard. He slid the connecting chain into the pocket of his robe and he picked up one of the padded cuffs and one of Balthazar’s hands, buckling it on over the permanent cuffs.

Balthazar frowned in genuine confusion.

Crowley pulled his hand to the corner of the headboard, fastening the padded clip to the short chain that was bolted there. He answered Balthazar’s unspoken question, seeming to read his mind: “You won’t injure yourself with these.”

He swallowed, the uncomfortable feeling in his chest surging back. 

Crowley walked around to the opposite side of the bed, repeating the process with Balthazar’s second hand, and then moving to his feet to cuff him spread-eagle to the four corners of the bed.

Balthazar didn’t tug on the padded cuffs, fully aware that they weren’t going to move anywhere.

Crowley stood by the side of the bed for a moment, letting his gaze roam over Balthazar’s exposed body.

Balthazar felt strangely awkward - felt like he should cover up and hide.

He wasn’t pretty anymore - he was past his prime. He was scarred and bruised, and he shouldn’t be looked at like he was a plate of prime steak. He shouldn’t be the center of a master’s attention - he shouldn’t be the one being pleasured. He should be on his knees, he should be presenting, he should be pleasuring Crowley .

He swallowed hard and tried to smother the uncertainty and awkwardness, and just settle into being what Crowley wanted.

Crowley picked up the nipple clamps, reaching out to tug Balthazar’s nipple.

He gasped - any touch going straight to his cock and drowning all of his worries. “Oh…”

Crowley chuckled, and then Balthazar arched off the bed as the teeth of the clamp bit into his nipple. He whimpered, and barely had time to get used to the sharp pleasure before the second clamp fastened on his other nipple.

Crowley flicked one of the clamps, drawing a whine out of Balthazar before he straightened up again.

Balthazar was staring at the ceiling, mindlessly humping the air slowly as arousal flared inescapably under his skin again.

He felt the press of something blunt against his hole, and he tried to spread his legs further apart - tried to open himself up more.

The plug settled deep inside him, touching that spot inside him that already made stars shine behind his eyes.

The noises he was making were nearly shameful with how desperate and needy they were - but he couldn’t bring himself to bite them back, even if Crowley hadn’t ordered him to make noise.

The plug started vibrating, and Balthazar violently shuddered, yanking against the cuffs that held him spread-eagle.

He felt Crowley step away, sensed him moving away from the bed. He could scent his pleasure, and Balthazar moaned as he twisted on the bed, helplessly trying to find the friction to get off. 

His last coherent thought before he let himself fall into the desperate search for release was that he wouldn’t mind this kind of sadism for the rest of his life.

Crowley sipped his glass of whiskey that he had gotten when he had called room service and relaxed in the armchair. He had put the plate of sandwiches he had gotten on a spare table in the corner of the room, and covered them with his shirt to keep them moderately fresh for later before he had poured himself a drink from the bottle they sent up, and had settled into the armchair. He had settled in to watch the omega that he had tied to the bed, to watch the slave that he was torturing with pleasure.

Crowley knew he wasn’t a good man. He had no illusions as to himself and what he was. While it was certainly easier to pay for a slave to play with, it wouldn’t be hard to find a regular play partner if he tried, no matter what he told his paid partners. And he could admit, if just to himself, that while it was easier to get a slave, there was the tiniest part of him that liked that they couldn’t say no even if they wanted to.

Of course. He wasn’t an absolute monster. Raping someone wasn’t going to get him off - if a slave had ever actually protested or fought back, Crowley knew that he would have stopped. But he also knew that most of the slaves he fucked were too well trained to protest. He knew that, and he used them anyway. He knew he wasn’t a good person - knew that sometimes he just wanted to hurt the omegas and make them scream and beg in genuine terror…but he didn’t. Because they couldn’t actually consent to that - and at least bringing them to edge repeatedly was something even the most reluctant slave could enjoy.

Especially since he did know how rarely they were allowed to cum.

So he wasn’t a good man - but he told himself that he wasn’t an evil man either.

He was a sadist, but he wasn’t a monster.

He slowly drank his glass of Craig’s, and leisurely watched the omega he had tied down on the bed.

Balthazar was pretty - no, he was gorgeous . The long lines of his body, the way he still had toned muscles after so many years as a pleasure slave, the way his blonde hair curled across his forehead, the way he writhed desperately on the bed as he tried to either fuck the plug deeper into his arse or find friction for his cock… Even the scars Crowley could see liberally littering his skin - the complete shredding of his back - wasn’t enough to turn him off from the arousal elicited by the way Balthazar had completely given himself over to need.

Crowley did always enjoy breaking a slave out of their training, reducing them down to simple feelings . It was always a thrill to bring a slave to the point where they couldn’t even remember to obey - where all they felt was the pursuit of that elusive orgasm. It was delicious , bringing them to helpless tears.

Crowley finished his glass of whiskey and smiled to himself.

Balthazar didn’t have much freedom to move - the bed was a little too wide, and the chains a little too tight for him to thrash much. He was tall enough that his arms and legs weren’t uncomfortably stretched, but he was still held flat to the bed. 

This didn’t stop him from writhing, however. His hips twisted and thrust, searching for anything to get him off, and his back would arch off the bed when the frustration became too much. There were tears soaking his cheeks, and his voice was wrecked from the noises that constantly dragged themselves out of his throat. 

Crowley was impressed that he wasn’t begging - that he apparently had the presence of mind to realise that he wasn’t going anywhere until Crowley deigned to let him. 

The power trip was heady, and Crowley basked in it as he poured himself another glass of alcohol.

No, Balthazar just moaned and whimpered and occasionally sobbed as he tossed his head from side to side on the pillow under him. His hands twisted in his cuffs and clutched at the chains attached to them, and he alternated between trying to open his legs wider in need and trying to push himself up the bed and away from the stimulation. He was shaking and desperate and Crowley loved it.

Crowley decided to give him another hour before he climbed back on the bed and indulged in some hands-on play.

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Balthazar was nearly still when Crowley set his re-emptied glass down on a table and climbed back into the bed. He had slowly collapsed back onto the bed out of resignation and exhaustion; and although tremors still shook his body and whimpers still poured out of his throat, he almost looked relaxed. He clutched the chains that held his arms spread out with a white-knuckled grip, and blinked slowly at the ceiling, eyes completely black with lust.

Crowley reached out and tugged sharply on the chain that connected the nipple clamps.

Balthazar shuddered hard and seemed to wake up, arching up from the bed to follow the tension. He moaned, his voice shaking just as much as his body. His eyes opened wide, and he whined.

Crowley knelt in between his legs, releasing the tension on the chain after a few seconds. “Balthazar…” he drawled, sliding his hand up the inside of the omega’s thigh. 

Balthazar’s chest heaved, and he blinked rapidly. 

He leaned forward, unclasping first one and then the other nipple clamp.

Balthazar hissed, half twisting in pain as blood rushed back into his skin.

Crowley massaged his nipples, gently tugging on them.

“mas-Crow-?” Balthazar stammered, his voice cracking.

“Halfway there, pet,” he purred, his cock twitching at the shiver that ran through Balthazar at the threat. 

Balthazar swallowed, trying to lift his head to look at Crowley, and only succeeding in rolling it to one side. “...please?” he begged simply.

Crowley met his blown out eyes with a steady gaze and smiled sharply. “Eventually.” he promised, seeing no reason to withhold hope. “And perhaps more than you want.”

His chest hitched again, and Balthazar made the clear effort to gather himself - to return to lucidity. 

“We’ve been here almost four hours.” he said casually, sliding a finger up the underside of Balthazar’s cock and watching it twitch. “I don’t have to be anywhere for another eight.” he looked up to meet Balthazar’s wide eyes. 

The omega was staring at him, his hair slick with sweat and his skin flushed with arousal. He swallowed hard and took a breath and managed to say something surprisingly lucid: “I don’t…don’t have any plans for the next eight hours, darling.”

Crowley barked out a laugh of genuine surprise, and saw Balthazar smile weakly back in response. “Cheeky bastard.”

“It…it costs extra.” he said, clearly joking despite how hard his cock was and how clearly desperate he was to cum.

Crowley considered him for a minute, studying the slave that had pulled himself back to enough coherence to snark at him. He came to a decision and reached out and undid the cockring. “Normally, I would leave this on you - play with you while you know you can’t cum yet. But since you’ve decided to…tease, I’ll play along.” he picked the bottle of lube off the bed where it had been abandoned before. He stared at Balthazar as he slicked up his fingers and reached under him to grasp the base of the plug, turning it off.

Balthazar was tense, fighting to keep still as he stared at Crowley with wide eyes and an open mouth.

Crowley felt his own arousal coil in his stomach at the omega’s choice of reaction. He slowly pulled out the plug. “ If you can cum before I decide to let you, I won’t force you to cum until you can’t.” he said, the need to hurt twisting stronger in his chest.

Balthazar whimpered, and then nodded jerkily after a second.

Crowley patted his thigh with his free hand as he tossed the plug aside with the other and then slid his fingers into Balthazar’s arse. “I will be very interested in what you decide to do,” he murmured as he reached in and found Balthazar’s prostate and started to fuck it.

Balthazar was losing his mind .

He was going insane - clinically insane. That was the only explanation for it. That was the only possible reason he was keeping himself from cumming .

The opportunity was right there. He was so on edge that just a breath against his cock would have pushed him over, let alone the firm thrusts against his prostate. It would be so easy .

And sure. At first Crowley was careful - at first he was careful to pull his fingers away, to pull back when Balthazar tensed up. At first it would have been hard . But then…then either Crowley was losing his concentration, or Balthazar was closer than he expected because…he could have tipped over. He could have cum. He didn’t even think Crowley would have ruined it - he could have cum and he thought Crowley would have let him enjoy it.

But he didn’t. He had held himself back, and breathed through it, and he didn’t even know why . He couldn’t even explain it to himself - couldn’t muster the coherent thought to mull over it.

Perhaps it was the training - perhaps it was that Crowley had wanted to force multiple orgasms on him and so he wanted it - maybe that was it.

Or maybe it was the small moments of genuine pleasure he got from his temporary master whenever he managed to surprise him in the right way. 

And some deep seated part of him that had never been explored…some part of him wanted to please Crowley, wanted to please him in more ways than just as a hired slave doing what he was told.

So as far as Balthazar could tell, he was completely losing his mind.

He would probably be more concerned about that, if his entire existence hadn’t narrowed down to his cock and his arse and the unintelligible need that was thrumming through him.

He knew at one point he had just been chanting ‘fuck’ as he squirmed on Crowley’s cruelly talented fingers, and he knew Crowley had laughed at him for that. He knew that this entire situation was insane, and if he wasn’t painfully hard, he would be irritatingly confused.

He could hear himself fucking keening with need, and he didn’t have the presence of mind to even be ashamed anymore. He felt completely boneless, unable to even pull away from Crowley anymore.

He wondered how long it had been - wondered how long Crowley had been finger-fucking his arse. Four hours when they started…what were they at now?

He could feel tears leaking out of his unseeing eyes, and he couldn’t remember what it was like to not be hard. He couldn’t remember what it was like to not be helpless, to not have fingers in his arse, to not be sobbing with need. He couldn’t remember …

He felt the fingers still in his arse and he whimpered, trying to come up with a coherent thought that wasn’t related to his cock and failing. He felt Crowley shift, and then he arched off the bed as he felt Crowley’s mouth swallow down his cock.

The shock saved him from coming instantly - the sheer unbelievability of a master sucking him off was enough to stave off the immediate orgasm. No one sucked him off - no one had given him a blowjob in more than a decade . No one cared about a slave’s pleasure - no one wanted their slave to get off for their own sake. The best a slave could hope for was to reach pleasure with his owner - blowjobs were a distant, impossible dream.

And Crowley hadn’t touched cock since he had started playing with him again - he had fucked his arse with his fingers and the plug, but he hadn’t touched his cock. His cock had hung there, hard and throbbing and desperate and Balthazar knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back this time. Already, he could feel the orgasm coiling inescapably in his groin, and he was going to cum.

He should be worried. Crowley was sucking on his cock like it was a straw, and Balthazar couldn’t even string the words together to tell him he was going to cum down his throat shortly - and he should be worried about that, worried about accidentally cumming in a master’s mouth. He should be worried about that .

But he must have completely lost his mind, because the only thing he could feel was complete and utter panic that he was going to cum too soon.

Crowley was dangerously fascinated by the slave he was playing with. The omega hadn’t cum in four months, had been on edge for countless hours, and when he was given the chance to cum…to steal an orgasm and avoid the overstimulation Crowley had planned…he didn’t . 

Crowley had been careful at first, never planning on making it easy on Balthazar. He had certainly planned to reward him for the excellent time he had had so far, had planned to give him the best orgasm of his life and then have him suck him off afterward; but he hadn't planned on making it easy. He had expected Balthazar to eventually manage to tip over and orgasm, had planned on that - he hadn’t expected Balthazar to start fighting it.

He had started making it easier on Balthazar, fucking him a little too long to hold of the edge. He had started seeing just how long Balthazar could stay on edge - see how determined Balthazar was to not cum.

Crowley didn’t understand. He had given Balthazar permission to cum - had promised he would be able to before their night was done. If he had gone four months without an orgasm, he would have ejaculated within an hour of this session. And Balthazar had permission to cum - there was no reason for him to be holding back.

He was fascinated , and very turned on.

Crowley’s hand was cramping, and he decided to move his night to the next stage since Balthazar hadn’t tried to get out of it. He stretched his hand out as he shifted, lowering himself to his stomach and swallowing Balthazar’s cock with a moan of his own pleasure. He slid his fingers back into Balthazar’s hole, bobbing his head and sucking, determined to get Balthazar off and move on.

He admitted that Balthazar - even mindless with need - had incredible self control, and he was determined to shatter that and break whatever Balthazar was doing.

He expected Balthazar to tense up like a live wire, he expected Balthazar to scream, he expected Balthazar to cum… He didn’t expect Balthazar to start physically fighting him, trying in vain to kick him off or shove him away.

“No! No, no - no, please…please don’t…you don’t…please - no!”

Crowley felt his arousal sour in his stomach at the genuine protest, and pulled off Balthazar’s cock with a disappointed growl. He wiped his hand off on the blanket and sat up, glaring at Balthazar who was sobbing. 

“Please, please don’t ! I…I’ll be…I want…i want - please !”

Crowley sighed, and reminded himself that he wasn’t a psychopath as he leaned up to undo Balthazar’s cuffs - as he prepared to end the session. He told himself that there was always one , that he wasn't lucky enough to always get his way in this game he played.

Balthazar’s panicked scent got stronger, overwhelming the blockers all of the slaves in the brothel used. He tried to bat Crowley’s hand away from the chain - tried to stop him. “No! No - don’t! No!” he begged.

Crowley looked back at him sharply, and then narrowed his eyes. He slowly settled back on his heels, studying the omega stretched out under him. He tilted his head and considered his options - considered that Balthazar had surprised him time and time again, and this time….

“Balthazar.” he said sharply.

He didn’t seem to hear him, still pleading with him, still begging for something .

Crowley sighed and then swung his hand hard, slapping Balthazar across the face with his open palm.

He breathed a sigh of relief as the panicked scent immediately faded, and Balthazar blinked in shock, red covering his cheek.

Crowley grabbed his chin, roughly yanking his face around so he could look at him. “Balthazar.” He said flatly. “What do you want ?”

Balthazar stared at him, his eyes flickering over Crowley’s face. He was clearly trying to think - to form a coherent sentence, and Crowley patiently waited. Eventually, Balthazar swallowed and took a deep breath. “I don’t know .” he whispered, sounding wrecked.

Crowley blinked slowly at him. “I said you could cum.” 

Balthazar shifted on the bed, calming down again. “I….I know.” He admitted finally, sounded almost…ashamed.

Crowley sat back again slowly, letting go of Balthazar's chin but never looking away. He considered him, looking over the omega that was still hard. Crowley sighed. “...do you want to stop?” he asked finally, expecting a disappointing answer.

Balthazar tensed up and started violently shaking his head. “No! No, please!”

Crowley stared at him, surprised again. “Is that you or the training ?” he spat.

Balthazar blushed a dark red from something other than arousal and relaxed again. “Arguably it’s the reason I got the training…” he muttered, shifting.

Crowley couldn’t tell if that was a joke, or a self-pitying comment; and decided to ignore it. He fought back the arousal that was starting to curl under his skin again - wanting to be sure. “Forced orgasms hurt , pet.” he said, watching him as he kept his hands on his thighs, wanting to give him a way out.

He swallowed and then met Crowley’s eyes again. “...I don’t understand,” he said simply, trying to explain. “By all accounts I should have…should have taken advantage and…” he grimaced in frustration. “I don’t know .”

He blinked slowly, the arousal slamming back into him full-force as he understood. “Ah.” he said, sliding his hand up Balthazar’s leg. “Well. Far be it from me to refuse you…” he smirked at him, feeling Balthazar tremble under his hand. He licked his own suddenly dry lips, and did not think about the feeling in his chest.

Fascinating .

That’s what this was.

“I’m going to suck you off, and you’re going to cum, and then you’re going to change position.” He said calmly, stroking the skin of his inner thigh. “I’m not going to let you off the hook early, pet - there is no escaping what I want to do now.”

Balthazar was tense with the effort to stay still. He nodded, not able to speak - not trusting himself to speak.

Crowley watched him for a moment longer, searching for any hesitation - any reluctance - and all he saw was want . Crowley hummed appreciatively. “So pretty, pet.” he murmured as he settled back down between Balthazar’s legs.

“Oh…oh, god…” Balthazar squeaked, and then arched off the bed as Crowley swallowed his cock again.

Crowley moaned around his cock, sucking on the tip as he started finger-fucking his hole again.

Now he got the reaction he expected, now Balthazar arched painfully off the bed, now Balthazar screamed as he came straight down Crowley’s throat within seconds.

He sucked on his cock, firmly stroking Balthazar’s swollen prostate with one hand while he squeezed Balthazar’s balls.

The omega barely had a chance to take a breath before he was cumming again, so tense that he couldn’t breathe.

Crowley sucked on his cock until he started to soften, until Balthazar started trying to pull away in pain. He straightened up with a wince as his back cracked, licking his lips. “It’s entirely too late for that, pet.”

Balthazar’s eyes fluttered, and he made an unintelligible noise.

Crowley chuckled and shifted. He reached over Balthazar, undoing first his leg cuffs, and then his wrist cuffs. He rolled his own hips into Balthazar’s crotch, smirking at the omega’s helpless noise.

Balthazar didn’t try to move on the bed, his limbs still stretched out to the four corners. His face was lax with bliss as he enjoyed a break from the unending arousal Crowley had trapped him in, and he was slowly tracking Crowley’s movements.

Crowley put his hands together, cuffing them to the slats of the headboard again. “Come, pet - roll onto your stomach, arse in the air.”

Balthazar’s breathing stuttered and he slowly tried to coordinate his limbs enough to obey.

Crowley let him work on it, getting off the bed and walking to the equipment again. He picked up a spreader bar, and brought it back to the bed.

Balthazar had managed to get himself into the position he had wanted, and Crowley hummed appreciatively. “Good boy.” he drawled, arousal  rising at the way Balthazar reacted to the praise.

He crawled back onto the bed, kneeling behind Balthazar. He reached out and squeezed his arse, admiring how it was still red from the spanking, and then nudged Balthazar’s legs wider. He fastened the bar around Balthazar’s knees, locking it wide enough that the omega was once again at his mercy. He sat back on his heels and stared at him for a minute, enjoying the marks he had left on Balthazar’s skin, and the way the omega was still shaking. “I wonder how many times you can cum.” he said casually, stretching out his hand in preparation.

Balthazar shivered and pushed himself back towards Crowley.

He chuckled. “Well, since you ask so nicely…”