"Go," Tyrannus ordered.

Tetsuda jerked his wrists and ankles forward, yet the leather bands kept them firmly in place against the wooden structure. The Ira's mouth curled into an open grin, and he snickered softly.

"Lovely. You look so cute when immobile…" His fingertips trailed down Tetsuda's bare chest as he spoke, and tingles rushed across the incubus's skin. "Now, now, don't be getting excited yet. I've barely cracked into my toys." He flicked Tetsuda's member, already standing erect despite the ring around the base.

I want to try something, Tyrannus had murmured, and he'd led him into the bedroom with a sinister look in his eyes. The torture rack had been in the back of Tetsuda's mind for the past year, but he'd never been placed upon it until now. Braces kept his wrists at either side of his head and his legs pinned. Another strap around his forehead kept him facing forward, and the spider gag in his mouth kept it open. Already, drool trickled out from the side of his mouth. For the final touch—the one that had sparked his arousal—Tyrannus had slipped Tetsuda's member through a metal ring, keeping it poised.

Beside the Ira, completely naked, sat a cart of "toys." Several knives, some serrated, some curved, lay on the top tray, along with a flogger and razorblades. The second row featured matches, wax, and the iced balls he occasionally consumed in loving sessions with Tetsuda. The bottom tray held a whip made of barbed wire.

"Hmm...what to use first…" He tapped his claws on the metal cart, his eyes scanning the instruments until they landed upon the flogger. He held the instrument lovingly, tantalizingly, stroking the leather tassels as if they were golden. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked. "I had it specially made. Each one of these is laced with a solution of salt and sisik—a plant known for irritating the skin. Makes for a very entertaining night."

Swiftly, the demon king brought the flogger across Tetsuda's chest. The incubus flinched, and he made a pathetic cry from behind the gag. A groan drifted out from Tyrannus's mouth, and he tilted his head back. He murmured something to himself, then delivered another hit. A shockwave of sensation bloomed upon Tetsuda's skin, and he cried out once more. Grinning and groaning, Tyrannus continued assaulting him with the flogger, striking his chest, arms, stomach, and thighs. The irritation Tyrannus had spoken of kicked in quickly, and he squirmed about on the frame.

"Ah, the little incubus is struggling, now, is he?" Tyrannus crooned. "What a pleasant sight…" He leaned over to lick Tetsuda's chest, where a bit of blood had trickled out from some of the harsher hits. All the while, the tassels danced over Tetsuda's member. He moaned, louder than he'd anticipated, as the irritation mingled with the pleasure of being touched by—albeit an extension of—Tyrannus's hand. You're so cruel, Tetsuda thought. But oh, how I adore you…

"I adore seeing you this way," Tyrannus murmured, cleaning his lips of blood. "Such a beautiful creature, I own. Strong in resolve on the battlefield, yet oh, so weak to your king." He lapped up a bit of Tetsuda's saliva as it dripped from his jawline. "Delicious…the taste of fear is so pungent with you today."

He dropped the flogger, then picked up a razor from the cart. He twirled it about between his fingers, then opened a cut across Tetsuda's shoulder. The incubus hissed, and a harsh groan grated against his throat. Fuck, that hurt!

"Your body astounds me," Tyrannus remarked, continuing to slash at his skin. "Not for its beauty, though—not entirely, anyway. But for the fact that, no matter how many times I cut you open, you just heal right up. Impeccable beauty, no matter how much harm befalls you—astounding."

Even as blood gushed from the cuts, the channels closed just as quickly. Tyrannus's tongue trailed across the blade, licking up any blood upon it while eying Tetsuda's bloodstained body.

"Each of the demon types has a different...kink, of sorts," Tyrannus said. "For you Luxuria, it's anything. But for the Ira...for the Ira, it is pain." He stood in front of the restrained incubus and pressed his tip to Tetsuda's. "I'm aching right now," he murmured. "But I don't want to release yet. No...I want to suffer just as much as you. Prepare yourself, little incubus, for I will not be gentle."