Black leather shoes lightly splashed across the puddles of the underground sewers of Devil's Nest. Greed slouched along towards the secret passageway that would lead him to his lair, and to the loving arms of his faithful chimera servants. He had been away for several days trying to find a lead on father's plan. It turned out the lead he was chasing was just another decoy set up to distract him.

What a waste of time, Greed was exhausted and appalled as to how much energy he had used chasing and fighting just to discover it was a false trail. All he wanted to do was return to his lair, where his servants would tend to him and soothe his aches. He missed their devotion to him. It had been several days since he had been in an orgy with his minions.

He remembered how Martel's snake-like body had twisted around him while they were together. He remembered Roa's muscles flexing as he used his ox strength to pin tiny Bido to the floor, he then entered him with his tail in his mouth, biting. The pleasure caused from the additional pain expressed shockingly on Bido's face. Dolcetto, like the animal he was crossed with liked it doggy style, and Greed remembered how he had howled and whined when he had entered him...

Just imagining that time was enough to get Greed's tight leather pants that much tighter around the middle. His servants were ordered not to engage in sexual acts with each other unless he was present, so he knew they would be just us strained as he was. Eventually Greed noticed the familiar slight depression in the brick wall. He stopped and lifted his right arm, the black carbon layer formed over his skin and then he dug inside the wall.

Finding the edge, he used his monstrous strength to remove the hidden door, he used his one arm to lower the massive slab of stone and left it leaning against wall. Greed stepped through the hole in the wall and groaned. He rubbed his stiff neck with his arm. Too tired to even put the door back in place he just walked over to his own throne in the middle of the room.

It was not as extravagant as father's but it was the best Greed had in this gloomy hideout. Bido had been cleaning, diligently working hard even when his master had been gone for several days. His love for his boss was only surpassed by his eagerness to serve.

"Master Greed!" He said aloud. Both excitement and shock mingled in his response. Excitement that his boss had returned but also shock at how pained he looked.

Greed collapsed into his chair and leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Bido was starting to get really worried now.

"Bido, get me... a drink." Greed ordered without looking over. Bido had been in the middle of cleaning but he abandoned his scrubbing immediately to fetch a drink for his master.

Darting out of the room and over to Greed's drink cabinet he poured from one of his already opened bottles of brandy into a glass he fetched from the cupboard. It was his master's favourite. Bido's gecko-like movements allowed him to race back without spilling a drop. He went to Greed's side and offered him the glass.

"Master."

Greed's eyes opened and he looked at Bido's innocent gaze, filled with concern. He reached for the drink and sculled it all down. His homunculus body more immune to its burning affects then any human would be. He then threw the glass at the floor by his feet and it shattered, glass shards raced across the floor.

Bido shrieked and leapt away, wondering what had angered his master so. Greed jumped up with new strength and turned his fierce eyes at the cowering chimera. Bido knew that master Greed was far more powerful then he was, being a homunculus. He kept thinking to himself, had I done something wrong?

Then he realised what was really happening as he registered the look on Greed's face. He had been compelled to leap up, but not by anger or by the strength of the drink he had just swallowed, but by burning passion for his loyal servant. Bido stared up at the handsome face of the tall man that towered over him. The lust in his eyes awakened a dormant desire he had for his master to be in him, completing him.

A desire he had not been able to quench since the day his master had last departed.

"Master?"

Was all he could say before he was pulled forward by his clothes and lifted into a vicious kiss. Greed's strong tongue invaded his mouth and Bido yielded to him, kissing back. The battle lasted a few more seconds before Bido was spun around and bent over the armrest of the stone chair. He yelped as he was slammed down against the rock, powerless to the overwhelming strength his master, the homunculus, possessed.

Greed growled deeply in his chest as he stared appreciatively at the weak man, bent over and vulnerable in front of him. Greed tore apart Bido's cloak and grabbed his tail. He pulled tightly and squeezed. Bido yelped again in pain but then Greed's other hand gently caressed his back and slid down towards his bottom.

Bido's moan came out without his permission as he anticipated his strong but also loving master enter him while he was bent over and helpless. Greed felt his heart hammering as he reached down to his tight leather pants. His throbbing member was pulsating in a too-long-restrained urge to fill his faithful servant. He rubbed himself, getting harder until he pulled his pants down just enough so that his dick stood out, at attention.

As Greed got ready and aimed his long shaft he could feel Bido tense under the hand that pressed him over the armrest. He already knew what was coming, but although Greed could be kind he was not going to restrain his powerful urges. In one movement Greed slammed into Bido and entered him all the way to his base. The poor man screamed and his eyes watered.

Through the pain Bido could feel that same dark pleasure inside of himself as he was used by his master once again. Greed gripped his servant by the shoulders and started hammering into him, his moans escaping from his lips as his youthful and masculine hips eagerly fucked Bido's ass repeatedly. Bido screamed and panted and begged for more.

Greed easily lifted his slave off the side of the chair and bent him over onto the floor. Greed's leather boot stepped on the side of Bido's face and pressed it onto the floor. His ass was sticking up indignantly and Greed kept hammering into him. Small pieces of glass cut into his face as Greed's foot pushed him down, however the pain was nothing compared to the burning hot pleasure that flared fiercely inside of him as he was used by his master yet again.

The feeling of leather against his body from Greed's shoe and pants as he screwed him was so addictive. Bido couldn't take it any more as the pleasure became overwhelming. He screamed and came onto the floor. So much of it spilled and some even ended up splashing onto his face. His agony was only intensified by his helpless situation and the relentless penetrating of his master's long boner that never slowed to allow him to recover from his powerful climax.

Greed continued to fuck his beloved servant, but he couldn't bear Bido's submissiveness any longer. The obvious need he had for his master and the knowledge that he was being completely dominated and accepted it anyway was such a turn on for Greed. With much effort Greed hauled himself out of Bido, he then easily flipped him over with his leg so that he was facing upwards and then gave him what he knew his servant wanted. Roaring, Greed emptied himself in one long blast as he shot his load all over the face of the helpless man below him.

He then fell to his knees, even more exhausted then he had been before, and fell beside his servant who laid curled up on the cold stone floor.