Tale 010

' The Demon is put into his Place '

Just as Sebastian had felt his equilibrium return, just as he had felt he had regained his footing, just as he had internalized and accepted his Master's earth-shattering changes, he was plunged right back into astonishment.

On this night, his Lord's group of underground colleagues were in attendance; some new faces, some old. His Master was still riding the high of their successful murder of the hateful Earl Charles Grey and had been both heinously and maliciously giddy all through the week. He'd 'oohed' and 'ahhhed' and lavished Sebastian with the attention the demon so rightfully deserved; and best of all! The burgeoning human had been more than a little coquettish; hinting at things yet fulfilled. Things the demon only dared to fantasize about in the depths of night for fear his Master would spitefully disengage.

Haughty as his Master was, the demon was even more so in a livened mood. This would be the inevitable cause for all that would happen that night.

Sebastian, for all his mind was a steel trap, could not recall, even if he wanted, what exactly it was that set his pretty little Master off. He'd been serving the guests drinks, as he often did, and a comment or two was made in the open forum. Sebastian had rejoined with some witty pith or other and the room had laughed.

"You think you're so clever, do you? Speaking out of turn like that."

The barely uttered statement was so frosty, the demon imagined he could see the ice crystals forming on everyone's stuck jaw. The room was so silent Sebastian swore several hearts had frozen just as well. The demon himself was left blinking in disorientation at his human owner's narrowed glare. Suddenly the cherubic face broke out into a nightmarish smirk.

"Mayhap you should be educated on what happens to the oh-so-clever. Come here." Sebastian, his otherworldly stomach in knots, wisely put down his tray holding crystal ware, and warily approached is unpredictable little human. Especially with that deceptively innocuous cane in one hand.

"My Lord?" He responded politely.

"Kneel." Ciel demanded softly.

Sebastian complied, more than a little shocked at how … nervous he felt. Really! He should be ashamed; Ciel WAS still only human. What all could he do?

Ciel took a delicate sip of the whisky in his crystal low-ball glass. Such a grown-up drink for such a tiny grown up. "Did you have fun entertaining the others?" he asked sweetly.

Sebastian blinked "I …" He attempted to maneuver the landmines in that question. "…yes?" The demon was aghast at himself. Surly that was not the best response!

Ciel seemed to delight in Sebastian's floundering; if the light shudder and Cheshire grin was anything to go by. The demon began to realize that perhaps the tott had imbibed more than he realized. Just who had been refilling his Master's glass behind his back!?

"Well-" The teen fairly sang out into the room "I wasn't all that entertained. And just WHO should you prioritize entertaining hmm?"

Sebastian lowered his lashes demurely. "You, My Lord."

The boy's head lolled prettily as his gaze took on something decidedly more … predatory. "That's right servant, me. But maybe there are other ways that you can entertain me, yes?" The walking tease licked hit top lip in a way that had Sebastian cursing the little hellion's immortal soul. The demon had spent long hours training himself not to picture his Master servicing him. Ever since that dreadful night when he had signed over what little rights to his own person he had left, and could not even gratify himself without the child's permission, he had promised NEVER to ask such permission. He had gone longer than a human lifespan without sexual gratification and he could do it again dammit!

Belatedly, Sebastian wondered if his Master was making sexual innuendoes in a room full of criminals purposefully or…The demon decided it was his Master's mess to deal with and thought nothing more of it.

Sebastian gave a silent sigh and lowered his head. "Whatever my Master wishes."

Ciel seemed to cackle at his butler's correct response. He leaned forward, his wrist a little loose and his glass tipped forward just enough. A slosh of brown whiskey hit his left shoe and slid down to the rich carpet. Ciel gave an entirely theatrical gasp. "Oops! Look at that mess. Here, "The boy crossed his left leg over his right and shoved his foot in Sebastian's face. "why don't you clean it off?"

The motion of his legs gave Sebastian a fresh waft of arousal that shouldn't have, but absolutely did, surprise him. This contract was going to give him heart failure. "M-My Lord?" The demon blinked. He wasn't actually averse to the command but this was just so out of character for prim and proper little Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian was having a hard time reconciling this.

The boy giggled and took a gulp. The demon longed to snatch that liquor away. "I mean, it makes perfect sense, doesn't it?" He wiggled his foot across the frozen face of confusion. His arousal strengthened and his cheeks began to color; Sebastian's mouth began to water. "I mean you're my property just like this shoe, just like this liquor and this carpet. Aren't you Sebastian?" The boy was drawing out his words now in a decidedly indecent manner. The demon heard a cough or two and smelled quite a few shifts in scents.

"Yes, My Lord. Of course I am." With that Sebastian grasped the delicate foot by the heel and, using his long tongue, licked up the spilt liquor in one great swath. He then looked up to his Master once the task was complete.

The boy shook his head. "Uh-uh. I didn't say you were done. Keep going." The nefarious little troll put so much force behind that command Sebastian felt his body shiver and began to heat. The butler didn't question and leaned down once again to lick over the polished, black oxford shoe. "Tell me again, slave, who do you belong to?"

Sebastian wondered at his demotion, though the little brat was still technically correct. "You, My Lord." He continued his licking.

Sebastian felt a firm whap on his lower back from the cane. "Who?" The boy asked with great force on the seal. Sebastian groaned at his awakened arousal. This was sure to end cruelly.

"Yours, Master Ciel."

The slate-haired human cackled and took a final swig from his whisky. "Repeat it!" He commanded.

And so Sebastian was forced to repeat a litany of 'I am yours, Master Ciel' and 'I belong to you Master Ciel' while licking the little demon's shoe and getting a firm rap on his back for his troubles.

"Enough." The shoe was removed from Sebastain's grip and before the demon could sigh of relief he watched his human's right leg make a surprisingly graceful arc before the foot was landing on his neck and forcing his head down into the soiled carpet. "You'll have to get that out before it stains." Was crowed once again. A firm swing from the cane to his arse nearly had Sebastian moaning. It took Ciel yelling at his guests for Sebastian to remember they were there. "You lot! Get the hell off my property; I have more important matters to tend to. Go on! Shoo!"

Sebastian from his bent position was unable to watch the hurried procession of humans as they scurried out but another solid swing had his attentions back to where they ought to be.

"I didn't say you could stop speaking, filth!" Another swing and this time, the demon couldn't help it, he moaned.

"I-" He had to clear his throat from the fresh wave of saliva. "I belong to you, Master Ciel."

"Yes, how much of you?" Ciel asked with another swing.

Sebastian felt heat burgeon on his face. "All of me." He sighed.

Ciel removed his foot from Sebastian's neck. "Sit up." He commanded. The demon complied. The human wasted no time harshly rubbing the heel of his right foot into Sebastian's tented crotch. The demon bit his lip to remain silent and still. "I figured filth like you would like this sort of treatment. And you are filth, aren't you demon?"

They were quite alone now, so Sebastian allowed himself to whine the tiniest bit. "Yes, My Lord. The worst kind."

"Indeed you are." Ciel swung his cane, hitting Sebastian's upper shoulder this time. It made little difference. "But you did well, following my commands. I suppose you feel you deserve a reward?"

Sebastian, both entirely surprised and entirely suspicious, batted his lashes and ducked his chin. "Yes please, Master Ciel."

"Hmmm?" Ciel used his cane to lift Sebastian's face. The demon observed the utterly intoxicated and slattern expression on the teen's face. "Well go on then," He moved his foot to under the demon's groin and gave a strong nudge to his nethers. "take it out."

Sebastian's breath hitched and he wasted no time quickly, and yet still cautiously, opening his pants. He paid careful attention to his little lord's face to be sure he wasn't negatively triggered. And yet, he could not escape the gratified groan at his final exposure; his human-like flesh seeming to further firm under his Master's intense gaze.

"You like this, don't you? Exposing yourself to me." Ciel declared. Sebastian wondered if he could get away with a slow nod as an answer. Ciel licked his sticky lips and the act alone had Sebastian's prick jumping and leaking onto his black wool trousers. The boy blinked in surprise and seemed to observe him critically. "And your ultimate agenda is to get this thing somehow inside of me?" He nudged the cock again with shoe, firmly pressing it against Sebastian's clothed stomach.

"M-My Lord I would never be so brazen to attempt—" Ciel struck him soundly in the mouth with his cane.

"You're damn right." The boy snarled and stuck him again. "I'll have you starve for all eternity should you ever. Know your place!" He was struck again in the face and his cock was pressed even harder.

"Y-Yes My Lord." Sebastian panted. The threat did not ring empty.

"Hmph." Suddenly Ciel withdrew his foot, crossing his legs once again. He twirled his cane. "I'm not going to keep this up all night. Do it yourself." The servant sighed as his stomach quivered and he bit off his gloves. He wished his Master would beat him again. It never used to be something Ciel could ever do effectively, for him to do so now made the act stimulating on so many levels.

It almost felt too good to be touching himself, now that even that act was taken out of his autonomy. And yet most of his pleasure came from his equally disgusted and aroused Young Lord. The demon moaned as he gazed up through his lashes. He could feel his guise slipping just a bit, his pupils flashing and narrowing, his claws and teeth morphing. A low, throaty purr filled the room as he pulled and pulled at his prick. He panted at the unwavering stare of one eye. If he could somehow keep from destroying them, he would fuck those very eyes. Alas, such a wish was quite impossible, but that mouth. Those pouty, pink lips; still small and porcelain-like upon his cherubic face. Those he could fairly stuff his cock in until he burst.

Ciel sneered. "You get off on it, do you? Imagining using my mouth."

Sebastian blinked away his haze and attempted to lick up his drool. "Masterrrr," He groaned.

"Smarmy, fecking demon." He blindsided Sebastian with a blow right about the temple. The elder groaned with the pain. "As if you'd ever earn such a privilege as that!" He swung upon him again, this time striking Sebastian solidly on his shoulder. "You'd have to coax Christ to his second coming before I'd ever put my lips anywhere near your sodden prick!" Another blow and then another. "The nerve you have to even IMAGINE something so far beyond your reach!"

Sebastian panted, mouth more than a little bloody from his own run ins with his teeth, he pleaded. "Master, please, may I? May I please?" He shuddered at the power singing down his seal almost seeming to vibrate in his sternum.

The cane lifted his chin once more and he panted up at the boy's snarled, upturned lip. "Tch. Spill it."

The command was so absolute that Sebastian's body reacted separately from his mind. It was … honestly a bit disconcerting.

While Sebastian recovered from a shattering orgasm, his uniform utterly soiled, his contractor stood with a wobble, and let his heavy whisky glass hit the floor with a roll. He began to swagger out of the room and waved a hand backward at his servant. "Clean yourself up and then come put me to bed. I'm blasted tired and I'll be regretting this drinking come morning, dammit."

The boy was gone from the room right after and Sebastian was left satisfied but not really. And while he had thoroughly enjoyed being put in his place, the circumstances did not escape him.

This was yet another time he'd been denied his Master's body.

Sebastian's narrowed eyes and keen ears tracked his Master's drunken wobbling through the manor as the demon simmered in his passions. It wasn't his place to request such a thing, Ciel had made that abundantly obvious. And yet…

It was beginning to become an itch. Worse yet, a thirst.

A hunger.

Mostly, Sebastian congratulated himself on his choice of prey but lately … he'd began to worry that it wasn't prey at all.