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The Devil May Care

Part 11

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon

Andrew knew that something was different when he woke up and he felt the collar around his neck. He remembered accepting it the night before, but that had been during the heights of passion. The horse could feel the leather digging into his throat, and he grimaced as he imagined wearing it more often than he had to.

Wonder if Master will -

He blinked, realizing what he had just thought. Master? Why would he have called anyone...

The stallion slowly sat up, looking down at his morning wood. It was throbbing hard, as usual, but there was something different about it. Normally, he would have been tempted to lie back down and give it a good tugging, give himself some pleasure, some play to get into the day. This time...

This time he didn't feel anything of the sort. In fact, it was almost like he was forbidden from touching it, somehow. The stallion didn't know what was going on, but he was pretty sure that he didn't like it.

He glanced at the other man in bed, at Peter. The orca wasn't that much better off, still collared just like he was, and the big guy was slowly rolling over in his sleep. He wasn't quite awake yet, but he was just as stiff as the stallion was, throbbing under the blankets, groaning in the way of a man just starting to pull himself together for the day ahead.

And yet, while looking at Peter, he felt the urge to do...something. His cock certainly throbbed more than when he looked at himself.

Something's wrong. Something's different.

"Hey."

He pushed the orca, giving the big guy a shake. Peter groaned at first, but then opened one eye, looking up with a grumble.

"What?"

"Get up."

"Why?"

"He did something to us."

"What are you talking about?"

"The collar."

He tapped his own, and Peter blinked. The orca slowly reached his hand up to his own throat, gripping the leather band that rested there. They both looked at each other, the orca's beak twisting in an imitation of shock.

"What...how..."

"We accepted him...as master."

Just saying that word sent a shiver down his spine, of fear and arousal both. He didn't like the latter; he was a dom, a top, and...and he had different sluts out there that were just waiting for the chance to feel a horse cock...didn't he? Andrew rubbed his forehead with one hand, feeling a headache coming on and not sure that it was entirely natural.

None of this was entirely natural, though. He was pretty sure that none of this was going to make sense when he was all the way awake.

"Where's D-...where's D..." Peter kept slowing down, almost like he was choking on the name. "Where's...master?"

The orca shivered as he said the word, too, and they both grimaced as they realized that something unnatural was definitely going on. Whatever had happened last night, no matter how good it was, it had done something to them. They got out of bed together, making their way out of the bedroom to the main living room.

They'd just stepped into the hallway when they heard a 'fwoosh.' It sounded like fire catching, and they ran, bursting out into the living room. They whipped their heads side to side, but it was Andrew that caught sight of the source of the noise first.

FWOOSH.

Another burst of flame, but it came out of nowhere, bursting into being on top of the table in the connected dining room. The naked stallion stared at the black mark that it left on the table, and at the paper that burst out of the fires. It was impossible, and yet, there it was. He slowly shook his head.

"What...how..." he whispered.

The black cat at the table didn't answer the question, nor did he expect the master to do anything of the sort. The feline was as naked as they were, though he didn't wear the same sort of 'accessories' as they did. Instead, he just sat there at the table, one leg crossed over his lap, the other resting on the floor as he fanned the ashes off of the table with the new paper that appeared.

How...that...that's impossible...

Then again, everything that had happened to them so far had been impossible. He might as well start accepting that the impossible was actually quite possible.

The master turned to look at them, a small smile dragging at the edge of his muzzle.

"Oh, you're finally awake. Good. Nice to see you up and about, slaves."

"You..."

Peter's cheeks were burning, and so were Andrew's. That casual statement had done more to strip him of his dignity than anything else that had happened that morning, and the fact that his cock throbbed at being called that, the fact that his rump clenched tightly at the idea of hearing it again...It did not bode well for his freedom. Not in the slightest.

The horse cleared his throat, stepping forward.

"We're not slaves," Andrew said.

"No, you're not. Whores is probably the more accurate term," the master said, looking down at the papers and shaking his head. "Though you'd probably need some training to keep up with all the offers I'm getting here."

"What are you - ugh." Andrew shook his head as Peter sat at the table, the muscular orca keeping quiet and doing more listening than speaking. Fine. It seemed that he'd have to be the one to speak his mind. "What's going on? What did you do to us? What the hell is happening here? What are you?"

"Is there a particular order you want those questions answered in?" FWOOSH. "Just how many of these places are there..."

"Could you...could you please not focus on that so much right now?"

It galled the horse to have to ask someone to pay attention to him rather than to the magical papers that kept burning their way into existence, but despite how freaked out he was - and how angry he felt - there was still something about the cat that demanded a certain amount of respect. Not the world of it, but enough to really pay attention and make sure that he wasn't being an ass about things. He needed to give courtesy if he wanted to get anything back.

The black-furred feline looked up from the latest paper, and then smiled.

"I suppose you're right. You might be whores, but you are mine. The collars suit you."

There was a blush on his cheeks that he wished would just go away. The last thing that he needed was to feed this cat's ego. He rubbed his cheeks a bit at the reminder of the collar, doing his best not to pull at it.

"So...what are you?"

"Me?" The cat smiled. "I guess you could call me the Devil Himself."

"Bullshit," Peter muttered.

"Hardly," the cat said, shaking his head. "I have all the powers of old Satan, old Lucifer. There's nothing left of him, by the way. I took care of him after taking all his power."

Andrew found that hard to believe. Not merely because the cat was being as arrogant as he was, but also the idea of the devil being real in the first place. If the devil was real, that meant that certain other powers were also real, and if they were real, then there were all kinds of rules that he and his friends had been breaking over the course of their lives.

The idea of having to answer for things that he had thought were just his choice, his life, sent a horrible tremor of fear down his spine.

"Now, what does that make you?" the cat asked. "That makes you mine. And what is mine is protected."

"Yeah, well, if you're the Devil, that means that there's a god, and if there's a god, that means that he's more powerful than you. Right?"

"Only for now."

There was a definite growl in those words, and Andrew knew better than to chase that thread any further. If there was anything there besides rage, he knew that it would be better to leave it be. The last thing that he needed was someone of supernatural power pissed at him.

He rubbed the back of his head, looking at Peter. The two of them shared a similar look, one that acknowledged that, no matter how truthful this feline was, that they were fucked. Either they were leashed to a completely insane master, or they were hearing the truth, and reality had been turned upside-down.

"You'll have a good life under me, and I don't plan on controlling you two overmuch," their master said, uncrossing his legs and crossing them the other way, showing off his cock in the process. "As long as you come when I call, and you keep yourself to me and my other whores, I won't tell you what to do."

"But..."

Andrew broke off as the black cat turned to stare at him again. There was something in that stare, something that was both menacing, powerful, and altogether chilling even with the master's smile to go along with it. He didn't know what it was, didn't know why it affected him as much as it did, but it really messed with his head.

He didn't even have the courage to finish his sentence, lowering his eyes to the ground instead.

"You don't have to worry about anything. You'll have credit cards that are, essentially, unlimited. You will have the eye of the Devil on you, making sure that you're safe. And you'll be given pretty much anything that you will ever need. All you have to do...is give me what I want..."

"And what's that?" Peter asked.

"You, of course. Both of you...body, mind, and soul..."

There was a hunger in the feline's voice, then, a hunger that was beyond anything that he had ever heard in a partner. It was almost like their master had never had anyone with him before, almost like he was as thirsty as a virgin and as hungry as a long-time top, all at the same time.

And yet, it went deeper than that. It pulled on both his heartstrings and something that was even deeper inside of him, and he didn't know what to do.

The black cat chuckled.

"You will understand, soon enough. Peter, you might want to go and collect anything that you had left at the club. Andrew?"

The horse blinked.

"Come here...it's time for you to show me what you can do with your mouth when you're not so deep in need..."

The stallion found himself walking forward almost without thinking about it, shivering as he did. His hooves clicked softly on the wood as he made his way to the smaller feline, already remembering the salty, musky taste of pre-cum from the night before. The master hadn't done much with his mouth, but he had done some, and it had been...well, memorable was a good word for it.

He heard Peter walk out the door, leaving them alone, but he barely understood what he was doing. All he knew was that one moment he was standing up, the next he was kneeling between the black cat's legs. He stared at that humanoid cock, at the rounded head, at the foreskin that was peeled back, and he smelled the soft musk coming off it. His head spun already, his already-stiff morning wood bouncing up and smacking off of his belly.

Fuck...why does he smell...so good...

A black-furred hand came down on the back of his head, easing him closer, dragging his head along the tip of that fat cock. He could feel the way that it throbbed against his lips that it was already eager, that the master was more than ready to use him again, and despite himself, there was pleasurable anticipation on his side.

He wanted to be fucked.

He wanted to be used.

I...I...

"Come, whore. Give your master a little service..."

And with that, the master's hand pushed down just enough to edge the tip of that cock into his mouth. He groaned as he swallowed around it, sucking it into his throat, feeling it swelling against the inside of his neck. He groaned under his breath, trying not to gag, trying to just swallow and enjoy as much as possible.

The master's cock was large, larger than he remembered, though admittedly the last night had been a bit fuzzy. It forced his mouth open wider than he expected for a cat, and he could feel the weight of that dick against his tongue, pinning it down as it went further and further back.

Andrew swallowed as the tip hit the back of his throat, feeling it going into his neck. He panted softly around it, huffing through his nose as he struggled to breathe around it, but the cat kept pulling him down. Inch by inch, he swallowed, until the whole thing was lodged in his mouth and throat. He coughed, grunted, even gagged slightly, but he had been forced to take it.

"That's it...good whore..."

He wanted to say that he didn't like that, but at the very least, his cock did. He had seldom been harder, and the only time that he could think of in recent memory was when he had had his master's cock inside of him. The feeling of that was the only thing that beat out the feeling of it in his mouth.

What...what is...

Thrust.

The horse grunted as his throat was filled with cock, and he groaned as he felt those heavy, furred balls against his chin. He breathed in, sucking down the scent of the feline's cock, his head spinning slightly.

"Suck...Swallow..."

Andrew did as he was told, his tongue flicking along the cock in his mouth. He still didn't know if he was doing it on his own or if he was being made to do it, but he did it nonetheless, sucking it down and swallowing around it. One suck, two, three, bobbing his head to the beat of the cat's pulse.

He swallowed it down to the root, pressing his lips firmly to the shaft as he worked his way back up. The salty, musky flavor of the cat's pre-cum started to spill across his tongue, and he swallowed hard, almost like he needed it.

Maybe he did need it.

He moaned as he kept bobbing his head up and down, sucking down that shaft, feeling it thrusting into his neck, feeling it throbbing good and hard in response to all that he did to it. He moaned around the head as he reached the tip, flicking against the dripping hole with his tongue before bobbing his head back down to the bottom.

Up, down, up, down, up, down. Each little suck brought a bit more of that tasty pre-cum to his lips, and he moaned under his breath as he felt it dribbling down his throat. He wanted more. He needed more.

The horse was losing himself as he bobbed back down to the base, lifting his hands to massage the cat's testicles. He could feel those heavy balls churning away, making more and more cum for him to swallow for later. He moaned under his breath, rolling his head to the side, dragging the cat's cock against the inside of his mouth, tilting his head so that the tip ground against the more textured roof of his mouth.

His master was moaning for him, leaning back in his chair, obviously enjoying himself. Those fingers pressed down into his scalp that little bit harder, encouraging him to suck a bit deeper.

So, he did.

He ground his face into the base of the cat's cock, sucking as hard as his throat would let him, swallowing around the shaft. He felt every inch as the sides of his throat clenched around it, pulling it into the depths of his mouth and throat. Every time he swallowed, it squeezed down, and he felt the throbbing need going through the shaft.

Despite everything, Andrew was lost to the need to please his master, to make the cat cum, to show him that he could obey, that he could give pleasure. It was...it was...

"Mmmph!"

And then the master came, and he felt the spurting, hot need running down his throat. One squirt, two, three. The fourth one landed on his tongue, feeding him that blissful flavor, and he felt his own cock throb, almost cumming right then and there.

Almost.

But not quite.

He fell backwards, panting for air as he swallowed the last of the feline's seed, feeling it sticking in the back of his throat and running down towards his belly at the same time. Coughing, the stallion turned to the side, getting his hands under him as he pushed himself upright.

"You did good," the master said.

"Mmmph..."

"I'll call you again later. Feel free to do what you want until then."

He knew the dismissal when he heard it, and the horse groaned as he got to his hooves. He didn't know what had happened there, what was going on between him and the black cat, but he knew that he needed to get home. If nothing else, he would be able to start sorting himself out, something that he desperately needed to do.

"What...the hell...is going on?"

It was all that he could think of to say, and he doubted that there was a man on earth that would fault him for being flabbergasted.

Andrew stood in the doorway to his apartment, expecting to see a pile of recycling by the door that needed to go down to the dumpster, a TV in rest mode, and a glowing set of game consoles under it. Instead, he found himself staring at a home gym that took up most of the living room, as well as a bunch of protein shakes that had been discarded just under the door.

I wasn't even gone for a night. Where the hell's my stuff?

As he stared into the room, the new guy - a rather buff fox - walked around the corner. He blinked, looking up at the horse.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah. What the hell are you doing in my apartment?"

"Your apartment? I can't even begin to say how wrong that is," the fox said, dusting off his hands as he continued wrapping tape around them. "I've been here for a month now."

Andrew looked at the apartment number, hoping that he had just gotten the wrong unit, but no. Unit 22. It was the same one that he had lived in for nearly a year now, and this fox was lying to him if he said that he'd been here for that long.

Damn landlord...

The rat had always been a bit of the skeevy side, the sort of person that would be completely charming to your face and a slimeball to your back. He'd been maybe a little behind on his payments - a day or two, no more - but that was no excuse to throw him out. The fox looked at him as he pulled the tape tight.

"If there's nothing else, I need to get back to exercising. There's no point in pushing yourself if you don't keep it up."

"You haven't lived here for a month."

"Yes, I have."

"You're lying to me."

"Oh, lovely. You're crazy, aren't you?"

"I -"

"I don't have time for this. Get out of here, or I'm calling the cops."

Calling the cops felt like a great idea for him, considering that then he could prove that he lived here, but he didn't have time. He'd just come by to pick up a few things before heading to work, but if this fox was going to be here and interrupting him the whole time, he could do it later. Later, when he wasn't at risk of being fired.

"Fine."

He slammed the door shut, stomping down the hallway. This was bullshit, but he'd sort it. He just hoped that he could get some fun after that; he felt like he was going to need it.

Andrew showed up at the courthouse, where he worked as a clerk. He was just going through security when one of the officers waved him over. Cocking his head to the side, the stallion obeyed the gesture, wondering if the metal detectors had tripped on something he'd forgotten.

The shark leaned in, whispering to him.

"Sir, I understand that it's easy to get confused, but if you're not an employee here, you can't use that line."

"But...I am."

"I've never seen you here before, sir. Can I see your ID?"

This was the first time in weeks that anyone had done that. He nodded, even as he swore he'd seen the shark before. He glanced down at the badge, saw the name 'Hendricks', and he knew that he had talked to this shark before. Was this some sort of elaborate joke? Some way of hazing him after he'd been here for so long?

He reached into his wallet, pulling it out and -

What...what the fuck?

There was nothing. No driver's license, no state ID, no courthouse security pass...nothing. The only card in his wallet was an unmarked credit card, without even his name on it.

What...how...

"Sir?" Hendricks asked.

"I...this is impossible..."

"Do you have anything, sir?"

"I..."

"Come with me, sir."

"Please, let me just check in with my supervisor. I'm sure that they can clear it up."

"We'll see, sir."

There was no clearing it up. As soon as Hendricks interrupted the red panda at his job, Mr. Rassman had ripped them both a new one, demanding why his meeting was delayed just to meet this 'nobody', as the red panda had called him. That had been enough for Hendricks, and now, Andrew was sitting in a holding cell with a guard's cell phone, trying to make contact with his brother. The phone rang three times before it was picked up, and he pressed the phone tighter to his ear.

"John, look, it's me, Andrew."

"Andrew? I don't know anybody named Andrew."

"Haha. Very funny."

"No, seriously, who is this?"

"...John, it's me," he said, his voice starting to shake as Hendricks watched him. "It's your brother."

"If you're going to tell a lie, I'm gonna need a better one that that. That's not funny."

"Seriously, it's me. Why would I -"

"I've never had a brother."

"...What?"

"I've never had a brother, so whatever you're calling for, shut up and stop talking to me. Otherwise, I'll call the cops."

Click.

And just like that, the phone call was over. He stared at the mobile for a moment before Hendricks took it back, the shark pocketing his phone and shaking his head.

"Whoever you are, it's clear that there's not any record of you. There's no sign of anyone with your name or social security number in our systems."

"That's...that's..."

It was impossible, and it was exactly the sort of thing that he should have expected, he realized. The devil had claimed him, and that meant...that meant his life was different, now.

He stared straight ahead, almost not seeing the shark anymore as he realized just how fucked he was. No home, no job, no family. Everything had been twisted. John didn't remember having a brother. His supervisor didn't remember him being at work. His home had been given to someone else, because he had never rented it.

He had lost everything.

No wonder he promised to take care of everything, he realized. The devil's already taken what I have...he knows I need everything...

The horse stared at his hands as Hendricks talked about handing him over to the cops, and that the police were already on their way. He barely heard the shark anymore, too deep in his own shock.

How the hell...

No, not how. He had covered that. He had made a deal with the devil, and his life, his history, his reality, was the price that he had paid. All for a night of fun. All for servitude forevermore.

He reached up to his collar, and Hendricks cocked his head to the side.

"Something in your throat, sir?"

"No, I...Wait. Can you see this?"

He pulled on the leather, feeling it digging into his skin, but desperate enough to do it despite the discomfort. The shark shook his head.

"All I can see is your neck, sir. Please do not commit self-harm."

So, he couldn't even prove that was real. Even that marker wasn't something that he could show to other people. If the cat had done this intentionally, if the master had managed to make all this happen to prove a point, he had proven one thing for sure. He was a right royal asshole.

Andrew was on the verge of a complete panic attack when Hendricks said that the cops were coming. The guard turned, the horse blinked -

And the sounds around him changed. No more echoing voices, no more click click clicks on hard floors, no more anything, save for a simple hum.

Andrew opened his eyes, and there he was in the cat's bedroom again, seated on the edge of the bed while the black-furred feline leaned against the doorframe. The master looked at him with a small smile.

"You came when you were called; very good."

"I...what?"

"I can call you wherever you are, whenever I want," the cat said, chuckling to himself. "You submitted yourself to me and my call, remember?"

He remembered submitting last night, but the details were still a bit fuzzy. That said, the devil didn't seem to be lying.

"When I want you, I call you. And if you don't resist, then you arrive when I call...arrive good and naked, too," the feline added with a small chuckle.

Naked?

Andrew slowly looked down at himself. He had managed to get some clothes before leaving the apartment, somehow, but he had never imagined that he'd be back here, naked, so soon after the fact. The horse's cock was even rising, even though he hadn't felt horny in the slightest.

He looked up at his master again, watched as the cat crossed the room and pushed him over onto his back. The stallion didn't have a chance; all he could do was lie there, looking up at the cat that had claimed him. At the devil.

At Satan.

"You're mine, remember?" his master said.

"Mmmph...I didn't know..."

"You knew what a collar meant."

"I..."

"You knew how good it felt."

"I...yes, but -"

"And it will never feel less than that. You will never, ever lack for the good things in life. Sure, you've lost a few things..."

Andrew was as helpless as a foal as the black cat loomed over him, as that thick cock pressed against his pucker once more. He wanted to say something, to protest, but his body didn't want to listen to him. That raw lust that he had felt the night before, the haze that had settled in and completely confused him, leaving him lost to the world, was settling in once more. He felt the hunger once more, the heat, the emptiness.

He felt the need, and knew that only the devil could sate it.

"You've lost nothing that you can't get back again, and better," the cat said, looming over him, pressing him down. "And you will get it, as long as you obey me, as long as you know who your master is..."

There was no forgetting this, just as there was no forgiving this. Andrew couldn't agree with the feline, couldn't say that this was better. He hated this...hated him...

But his body craved the pleasure.

One thrust, and he was gasping. One thrust, and his eyes were rolling into the back of his head from the intense pleasure of being filled once more. It shouldn't have felt so good, and on some level, he knew that the devil cat was cheating. At the same time, he knew that it was good enough for his cock, and that nothing else would be.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"That's it...take it."

The feeling of being spread open, those fingers and claws on his ankles pushing him back, the hot, hard feeling of that dick opening him further, further, and further still made him groan. His cock was soon hard as a rock, oozing pre-cum on his chest.

"Nnngh..."

"Good whore...good bitch," the cat whispered.

In, out, in, out, in, out, each thrust ramming into his guts, and soon, the feline was over him properly, pinning him down, holding him there. He couldn't move; he didn't want to move. Each thrust stirred him up, left his rim pulsing, throbbing, and his prostate was no better. The devil's thrusts milked him, left him dripping.

And he loved it as much as he hated his master.

The End

Summary: Andrew and Peter realize the deal that they've made, and understand what they're dealing with for the rest of their lives.

Tags: M/M, oral, blowjob, anal, nudity, musk, power, cat, horse, orca, master/slave, series, modern fantasy, demonic, devil, reality manipulation, cum, orgasm,