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Belphegor’s Toy

Written by: TiranMaster

Commissioned by: Riseson

Most heroes were satisfied with their lot in life, getting paid to help people, flaunt their super powers, and be icons of civic pride. Most heroes, save for Bernold, the bear was always looking for his next challenge. He’d become a powerful superhero, one that others envied for his near endless wells of stamina and absurd strength. The bear was always looking towards the next mountain to conquer, and recently it felt as if he’d hit his peak and had nothing else to challenge.

Tall, buff, Bernold was the very image of a potent superhero in the prime of his career. His bare chest showing off his thick lucious brown fur, his massive arms clad with blue mechanical gauntlets that augmented his already massive strength. Bernold’s body also was capable of healing at an immense speed, making him a dauntless foe that villains feared when he stepped onto the battlefield. All of that combined to make Bernold easily bored, a hero whose abilities easily surpassed that of any villain. Even other heroes crumbled before him in training, just the thought caused the bear’s already stern expression to narrow with rage.

“How am I supposed to test myself?” he growled, clenching one of his massive fists, popping each of his knuckles loudly with the flex. If he weren’t a hero with a strong moral code, Bernold had the capability of being a fearsome villain who pushed himself to test his strength against other super powered individuals, but fortunate for the world he had a strong ethical code, though sometimes it felt like a hindrance.

Trying to cool himself off, Bernold started to say a series of mantras to himself to help keep his mind on the important facts. “I was given these powers to help others. My strength is the strength for good and the city. Should I lose sight of the peoples’ need, am I worthy of my power?” These words had been pressed into him by his mentor, he needed to hold to such values, and continue to be the hero he was meant to be.

“Bernold, are you there?” the calm and collected voice of a dispatcher sounded in his ear, causing Bernold to cut off his mantras before tapping his earpiece carefully.

“I’m here, dispatch, what do you need?” he growled, his voice gravely and deep, his eyes refocusing on the city that laid out before him. He could see other heroes in the area, a few flying overhead, some prowling rooftops like himself.

In the background he could hear the familiar clicking of a keyboard as the dispatcher was likely logging the conversation as well as the information needed for their records. “A highly dangerous individual has appeared downtown, according to our records he is from outside our normal area of operation. The target’s name is Belphegor, he is a powerful villain with some ort of demonic presence about him. He has been deemed a volatile and dangerous subject, we have chosen you for your immense strength. We request that you take this target down quickly and efficiently, he seems to generate a toxic gas. We’re currently unaware of the full scope of the villain’s powers, but we want him taken down quickly.”

The idea of facing off against a demonic foe caused Bernold’s pulse to pick up, the prospect of fighting a villain so dangerous certainly piqued the bear’s interest. “Understood, I’ll be on my way immediately.” He tapped the earpiece once more to cut off the connection before he leapt off from the roof, throwing himself to another, easily clearing each building as he started towards the direction of downtown. He could feel his muscles tensing in excitement, it had been a long time since he’d faced a challenge, he would show the city how strong he truly was by taking on the demon.

With his strength, Bernold was easily able to make his way to downtown within a matter of minutes, grunting as he landed on the concrete far below. He could see that traffic had halted at the edge of a sinister looking blue haze, the gas seeming to loom there with no concern for the slight breeze. “Thank god, Bernold, we’re so glad you could make it!” Nearby a police officer ran up to the bear, looking at the gas anxiously. “Some of our men went in, but they haven’t reported back.”

“I’ll make sure they’re fine,” Bernold said, stretching his back out and flexing his hands a few times, his eyes never lifting from the gas cloud. He knew somewhere within was his enemy, he grinned as he imagined having the fight of his life. “This shouldn’t take too long,” he growled, and then he stepped into the gas. Almost immediately he could feel the gas in his system, it felt particularly invasive, almost as if the gas itself were sentient. It wasn’t long before he found one of the police officers unconscious on the ground, he wore a gas mask, but apparently even that wasn’t anything against the gas. Leaning down, Bernold plucked up the officer and easily tossed him towards the edge of the cloud. He probably could’ve been a bit gentler, but the villain took precedence. He found a few more people unconscious in the gas, their eyes whited out, their mouths gaping open. They all were alive, but appeared to be paralyzed, thankfully Bernold’s own healing was able to keep the poison at bay.

After dealing with the civilians, ergo tossing them towards the clean air, Bernold made his way deep into the toxic cloud where it all seemed to originate from. Stomping through the gas, it wasn’t long before he found Belphegor, the massive monster standing in a clearing in the gas. He was tall, almost as tall as Bernold, his body covered in an eerie blue fur. He wasn’t the strongest looking villain that Bernold had run into, in fact he had a bit of a gut, though the rest of his appearance was certainly intimidating enough. A series of four horns sprouted from his head creating an almost crown-like appearance, while golden chains wrapped across the demon’s chest, a tattered cape flowing on his back as he stood over several fallen civilians, all of them unable to move. “This should be enough,” the demon chuckled, seemingly unaware of Bernold’s presence.

“It’d be best if you stepped away from those civilians,” Bernold announced, stepping forward out of the haze of poison, his body still tingling slightly from the effects of the gas. “Belphegor, you’ve stepped into the wrong city, I’m afraid I’m going to have to put you down.” Part of the bear was disappointed that Belphegor wasn’t some massive hulking demon, but he could already tell that the demonic creature certainly exuded some menace, so he needed to temper his disappointment... at least for the moment.

Glancing up from the fallen civilians, Belphegor smirked as he looked upon the hero. “Oh... so those weak heroes finally decided to send someone interesting my way? I was starting to think all I’d be taking home is some weak little creatures.” He stepped over the fallen humans, flexing his own body, his muzzle pulling into a wicked looking grin. The closer Belphegor got, the more Bernold realized that he was also a kind of bear, albeit one mixed with a demon, somehow that made the fight all the more exciting for him.

Without waiting for the demon to speak anymore, Bernold leapt forward, lashing out with one of his massive arms. He connected with the punch, causing Belphegor to gasp and stagger back, the demon managing to keep his footing but looking winded. “Glad to see you’re still standing,” Bernold said, giving the demon a cocky grin, “I’d hate for this to go too fast.”

“Not too bad,” Belphegor coughed, straightening up as his eerie white eyes locked upon the bear, “I can’t wait to break you.” With that, the demon lashed out, throwing a punch of his own, though when it collided Bernold was only met with a fairly weak strike. It barely felt like anything... and then he could feel the burning, he let out a gasp of his own as his body burned where he’d been struck. He could see underneath the demon’s fist a bit of the poisonous gas leaking out, it was as if he’d been injected with Belphegor’s poison directly. The burning soon turned to an eerie numbness, his chest aching as it grew harder to breathe. “Like that, big guy?” Belphegor chuckled, pulling his fist back as he shook it, “wow, you’ve got quite the body, don’t you?”

“I’ve spent a lot of time on it,” Bernold chuckled, trying not to show how much the blow had truly winded him. He reached up and touched the spot where the demon had struck him, unable to feel his own touch, the spot completely numb. “Maybe you should try going into anesthetics into being a villain,” the bear mused, “it's been a long time since I’ve felt this numb.”

“Oh don’t you worry,” the demon purred, “you’ll be feeling plenty by the time I’m done with you.” Belphegor lashed out another strike, shocking Bernold with the speed, it was clear the demon had been trying to deceive him with that first punch. Throwing up one of his arms just in time, Bernold managed to take the punch on his arm, and it was much like the first punch had been. The burn turning into complete numbness, it was suddenly hard for him to lift the arm as the poison seemed to deactivate the limb.

Throwing himself back, Bernold shook his arm, hoping to get some sort of feeling back in it, but it suddenly felt impossible to even squeeze his hand for a proper fist. “Damn it,” he snarled, refocusing on the demon in front of him, suddenly aware of the true danger Belphegor posed. “Alright, you asked for it,” he snarled. Launching himself forward at top speed, Bernold started a barrage of punches with his one good hand, landing each punch on Belphegor’s chest. The demon grunted and gasped as he was pushed back with each punch, staggering slightly, but always managing to stay on his feet. “Why... won’t... you.... Go... down?!” the bear roared.

After one particularly strong punch, Belphegor was thrown back, landing on the group of civilians, causing a few of them to groan at the demon’s massive weight. Slowly Belphegor got back onto his feet, Bernold wheezing slightly, the bear’s breathing constricted by the numbness at his chest. “Got it all out?” the demon asked, his tone teasing as he grinned at the hero. “I hope you didn’t need that hand too much, big guy.”

“What?” Bernold asked, and then he felt the pain, his entire arm spasming with it as the burning filled every inch of his arm. It was far worse than the punches Belphegor had landed on him, the pain was great enough that it almost took the bear hero to his knees. It took longer for the burning to fade, but when it did, his entire arm was completely numb, Bernold unable to even move it an inch. “How?! You didn’t hit me!”

“I don’t need to,” Belphegor wheezed, shaken a bit by the beating, but recovering well enough as he patted his body down. “Touching me is enough to activate my power,” the demon said, grinning as he started towards Bernold once more, “don’t you worry though. The numbness will fade with time, but before that, I want to have some fun with you. You should have enough of my poison in you by now...”

Bernold felt something he hadn’t felt in a very long time... fear. He started to back up, trying to flex his other hand, but the numbness made the effect completely fruitless. One arm completely deadened, the other too weak to use, and his breathing was labored. “You... monster,” he growled, feeling like he was smaller than the demon now, even though he was still taller. “You won’t beat me!” he snarled, suddenly preparing himself to rush the demon, deciding to use his body as the weapon instead of just his fists.

Instead of looking worried, the demon just looked amused as he straightened up and looked into Bernold’s eyes. “Why don’t you take a nap, big guy?” Those white eyes glowed, and Bernold’s mind went blank, his expression growing blank as he suddenly fell face forward onto the ground. The impact made the ground itself shudder with Bernold’s weight. “Dang... well, it looks like I’ll be bringing one big prize to my home instead of a bunch of tiny ones,” Belphegor chuckled. He walked over to Bernold’s fallen body and started to draw a series of sigils on the ground, unhurried, knowing that it would take too long for the gas to fade for anyone else to make it within the gas.

By the time the gas faded, Belphegor and Bernold both were gone, the paralyzed civilians the only sign of the demon’s presence. Heroes and police alike looked around for any sign of the demon and hero, but there was nothing, Bernold was gone.

[center]***[/center]

When Bernold came back to consciousness, he knew something was wrong immediately, his entire body ached like hell. He couldn’t remember the last time his body had hurt like that, his healing would take care of any simple aches and pains his body might have. He slowly reached up to find a collar wrapped around his massive neck, the metal surface surprisingly warm, he could feel symbols etched into the surface. “Like your new toy?” a familiar voice teased, “don’t worry, it can come off... when I want it to, of course. It leeches away at any powers you have, so that you won’t be causing me any undue annoyance.”

“You bastard,” Bernold growled, managing to slowly climb his way onto his knees, his body not wanting to obey his commands. The numbness thankfully had faded, but his chest ached from where he’d been struck, something that normally wouldn’t be possible. His clothing had all been stripped away, the hero was completely nude, something that probably should have bothered him more, but the bear was too pissed to worry about his state of undress.

The air was rich with the scent of incense, the room they resided in was filled with all sorts of sorcerer’s paraphernalia, magical symbols etched into the stone walls, strange instruments scattered around the room, and books scattered everywhere. For the demon who was remarkably strong, it appeared that he was also quite bookish. The demon himself was sitting in a large chair, sipping from a glass of wine, looking upon Bernold with amusement. “I’m glad to see you have awoken, any longer and I was considering making a drink to wake you up.”

“Where are we?” Bernold asked, trying and failing to pull himself to his feet, his body feeling terribly heavy at that moment. It was then that he noticed that he was rock hard, his cock actually aching with how hard he was. “What the...?” Glancing down at his massive erection, Bernold could see a glowing purple ring sitting at the base of his cock, pulsing in time with the bear’s own heartbeat. He let out a groan as his cock throbbed between his legs, his balls suddenly feeling very heavy. “What is this?!”

“You don’t need to worry where we are, such things aren’t for my pawns to worry about,” Belphegor chuckled before standing, sauntering over towards the bear, completely unafraid of the bear in his current state. “As for that, that’s a little toy that will help keep your mind nice and distracted,” he purred, leaning down and running a finger under Bernold’s chin.

Reaching down, Bernold attempted to yank at the ring, but it didn’t budge, and in fact the moment he touched it the bear’s body locked up in agony. His balls suddenly seemed to flush with seed, his cock growing so painfully hard it made him groan. Instead of an orgasm though, all the bear was able to do was leak seed all over the ground, but it hardly relieved the pressure. “What... what in the world do you want from me?” he growled, twisting as his cock throbbed hard between his legs.

Belphegor grinned, his eyes glowing as the single door to the room opened, revealing a wolf walking in. Bernold glanced over to see the wolf standing in the doorway, a collar around his neck, a ring similarly wrapped around his cock. “You called for me, master?” the wolf asked, grinning wide, his eyes completely blank.

“I just wanted to show our newest toy his own future,” Belphegor chuckled, gesturing for the wolf to go, and so he did with a deep bow. “Don’t worry though, you’re a bit more complicated than my other playthings,” he purred.

“You monster!” Bernold launched a punch at the demon, but recognized his mistake almost immediately. For one, his tech that strengthened his punches had been stripped away, so it wasn’t all that powerful, and with his healing factor disabled, the reaction was instantaneous. He groaned as the poison caused his arm to completely shut down, his body shivering with the growing numbness.

Tsking in disappointment, Belphegor stood up, shaking his head with a pitying look. “You’re not the smartest one, are you, Bernold? Don’t worry though, I like my playthings horny and stupid.” He chuckled as he turned and walked towards the other side of the room, picking up something off of the table.

All the hero was able to do was let out a pitiful moan, his arm completely deadened, his cock hurting with every pulse of his heartbeat. He’d never felt this defeat before, part of him felt ashamed, having been wanting to look for the fight of his life, and when he’d gotten it he’d been easily defeated in a matter of minutes. “What do you mean by complicated?” he asked, trying to keep his mind off of the eerie numbness of his limb.

Turning around, Belphegor showed off a pair of glowing clamps, bound by a silver chain. “You see, my handsome hero, you can’t just disappear like my other servants. Nobody of note will take notice of them vanishing, but you... you’re far more important than the average person,” the demon chuckled, walking over. “[b] Straighten up[/b].” The demon’s eyes glowed white, and Bernold’s eyes briefly went blank as he straightened up, holding himself up as the demon attached one of the large clamps to each of the hero’s large nipples. Despite the momentary hypnosis, Bernold let out a groan of pain as they bit into the sensitive flesh of his skin.

A moment later Bernold’s mind was his again, and he whimpered as he felt the pain of the clamps on his nipples. “W... what just happened?” he groaned, moaning as his movements caused the clamps to slightly shift.

“I thought you would’ve caught on by now,” Belphegor chuckled, “my powers are far more than just a potent toxin.” The demon straightened up, his own erection visible underneath the loincloth he wore, “I am a powerful hypnotist. Mixed with the weakening power of my poison, it is an easy matter for me to wrap up weak minds under my potent mental abilities.”

“Why all of these stupid toys then?!” Bernold snarled, shifting forward, but then stopping before he could even touch Belphegor.

“Oh, finally learn your lesson?” Belphegor purred, “if you touch me, you’ll just hurt yourself some more. Not to worry though, it just makes my job that much easier. After all, it’s easy to momentarily take control of someone’s mind. But it’s so much more fun to properly break a mind into being mine,” the demon growled, his eyes glowing once more as he stared into Bernold’s.

For a moment Bernold straightened up, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, his eyes growing blank. “What do you want me to do, Master?” he asked, his nipples hurting in the best way, his cock dripping heavily. He would do anything for his Master, he would fight anyone!

When Belphegor’s eyes stopped glowing though, Bernold shook out of the hypnosis, revolted at what he’d just said. “Like I said, it’s easy to take control for a moment, but what I really want...” the demon said, leaning down and running his hand down the side of the hero’s cheek, “is to break you.”

“You won’t!” Bernold growled, glaring up at the demon, but he was afraid that his words meant nothing. He’d seen the wolf, seen how broken he was, how excited he was to serve the demon. “The other heroes will find you, they’ll take you in!”

“I’m well aware,” Belphegor said, his tone becoming annoyed as he straightened up, “they’re already looking for the both of us. It would take them quite a while to find my base, but they would eventually succeed. So I have to break you, and then return you so that they’ll leave me alone.” Turning around, he walked to the desk once more, picking yet another item up. “So we’d best get started on your training, after all, I have many things I want to do with you, my sexy hero.”

Trying to pull away from Belphegor just caused the clamps to shift again, Bernold groaning at the sharp pain. Without his healing factor, it was as if he’d been turned into a weak civilian, unable to take even the smallest of pain. What was worse was every time he felt the tweak of pain in his nipples, his nuts churned, his cock throbbed. “Fight me in a fair fight, Belphegor! Enough with these games!”

The demon just laughed, amused at the hero’s weak display. “We already had a fair match, Bernold,” the demon taunted, “you lost, and I won. Now I get to enjoy the pleasure of my victory.” He approached the hero, holding a remarkably large looking dildo, Bernold noticing that the shaft appeared to be barbed in places. “[b]Lift your ass up.[/b]”

Once more, Bernold’s eyes went blank, he lifted his body up readily with some effort due to his numb arm, he stared forward as he waited for his Master’s next command. The demon was kind enough to put an ample amount of lube on the shaft before positioning it beneath the bear. “[b]Go down.[/b]” With that, Bernold pressed himself down onto the massive dildo, pushing hard, groans escaping the bear’s mouth as he pressed the dildo deep into his virgin ass.

By the time Belphegor released the hypnosis, Bernold let out a shout of shock and pleasure as his ass clenched around the massive dildo in his rear. He tried to lift off of the dildo, but only managed to tug fruitlessly at the monster of a shaft, his ass filled to the brim with the toy. “You... you monster...” he groaned, his body twitching with mixes of pleasure and pain. “I... I won’t break...” he groaned.

“Oh, you will,” Belphegor promised, reaching down and stroking Bernold’s cock, causing the bear to moan as his eyes rolled back. “[b]Repeat after me: I am Belphegor’s property, I am a filthy toy, made to please my demonic master.[/b]”

Bernold tried to resist, but as before, it was completely fruitless, his eyes grew blank as he started to speak. “I am Belphegor’s property, I am a filthy toy, made to please my demonic master.” He yelped as Belphegor grabbed the chain of the nipple clamps and tugged, his body once again spasming, his cock screaming with the need to cum. “Let me go... you freak...” he snarled.

“[b]My heroic career is a mask, a fiction made to allow me to serve my Master endlessly.[/b]

“My heroic career is a mask, a fiction made to allow me to serve my Master endlessly.” Bernold’s eyes were glassy, a pupil still visible, but faded as the demon’s power overwrote his will. He clenched his teeth, shivering as he tried to move on the dildo, but all he managed to do was cause it to sink in deeper, his balls feeling so incredibly heavy between his massive thighs. “I’m a hero... I’m a protector...” he whimpered, trying to remind himself of his oaths to the civilians.

“[b]I’m a dirty whore who loves to sully my body with demon seed, I love being owned by a blasphemous beast.[/b]” Belphegor was clearly enjoying himself, having pulled his loincloth aside to wipe his huge cock against Bernold’s face. The bear was unable to do anything but sit there, his face being covered in demonic pre, the scent potent and demeaning. “[b]Worship my balls and cock, toy.[/b]

“I’m a dirty whore who loves to sully my body with demon seed, I love being owned by a blasphemous beast.” Bernold tried to resist, but after he spoke the words, he started to lick and lap at the demonic bear’s massive balls, tasting the spicy scent of the demon.

“[b]When I’m with my Master, I’m nothing more than his filthy demon toy.[/b]” The demon leaned open and started to tweak the nipple clamps, causing Bernold to whimper and twitch in pain as his nipples screamed in agonizing pleasure.

Bernold tried to stop the words, he willed himself to fight... but it was fruitless, he shivered as he sank deeper on the dildo, his ass spread so far apart. His tongue retracted long enough to speak the words, groaning as he felt Belphegor yank hard on his nipples. “W- when I’m with my Master, I’m nothing more than his filthy demon toy.” For a moment he might be free from needing to suckle on the demon’s balls, but immediately he felt his face get pressed deeper under Belphegor’s massive sweaty balls.

“I didn’t say stop, [b]service my balls and cock, now![/b]” Bernold tackled the task with more urgency this time, licking up under Belphegor’s massive sack, letting each nut briefly relax in his mouth. He considered trying to bite, but it seemed the demon was well are of his antics. “[b]Don’t you dare bite or harm me, toy. You are my property, nothing more, you obey and respect my body.[/b]”

Shivering, Bernold continued to service the demon, licking up and under from his balls, working his way to the shaft. His muscles clenched as he continued to feel his nipples getting played with, and then Belphegor got even rougher. He yelped as he felt himself being hauled up, his ass being bared, and the bear started to spank the back of his fat balls. “Fuck!” he shouted, wincing at the pain, his cock jerking with every smack.

“Did I say stop?!” Belphegor growled, his big snarling face up in the bear’s, “keep serving, toy.” This time he didn’t need to hypnotize Bernold to command him, the bear went back to working over the demon’s thick shaft, his tongue dancing over the barbed shaft. He winced and moaned deep in his chest with every spank of his balls, his lower body aching horribly, his nipples screaming. He worked and worked until the demon finally came all over his face, the hot juices exploding over his muzzle.

Belphegor groaned as he lifted his cock up, Bernold panting and shuddering, his body aching in ways he never could’ve imagined. “[b]Eat that up, and continue your mantras.[/b]” With that command given, Belphegor left the room, barely sparing Bernold another glance. The bear found himself licking up the seed, the taste spicy on his tongue, he used his one good arm to wipe off any leftover spunk in his fur.

“I am Belphegor’s property, I am a filthy toy, made to please my demonic master.” Bernold was unable to stop the words, they came out one after another, his body unable to resist the demon’s powerful hypnotic commands. “My heroic career is a mask, a fiction made to allow me to serve my Master endlessly.” He tried to grab the clamps to pull them off, but all he managed to do was tweak his nipples again, a groan escaping his muzzle as his cock quivered uselessly between his legs, unable to do anything more than leak like a running faucet. “I’m a dirty whore who loves to sully my body with demon seed, I love being owned by a blasphemous beast.” He found himself absently missing the taste of the demon’s cum, his tongue still tingling with the tainted taste. “When I’m with my Master, I’m nothing more than his filthy demon toy.” Bernold knew he would be here for a long time... and he was worried what that would bring.

[center]***[/center]

Weeks Later...

Bernold finished cleaning up the group of robbers, tying them up with some easy twists of his paws before he threw them aside. “Thank you, Bernold!” one of the other heroes said, running up to him to swat the bear on his back. “Man, I’m glad you’re back on the streets. Mind telling me what happened with that weird demon dude?”

Smiling down at his fellow hero, the bear flexed his arms. “I managed to beat his ass back into the hell dimension he crawled out of. Took me a while to climb back out, but I managed. Sorry I gotta cut this short, but I’ve got to make my report before I clock out for the day.” The other hero nodded and high-fived Bernold before the bear hero jogged off, eager to make his final report for the day. Tapping on his earbud, he reached out to dispatch. “Hey dispatch, just wanted to let you know that the robbery has been taken care of. The other heroes on the scene will make sure they’re properly dealt with. Is there anything else I need to do before I finish up for the day?”

“No thank you, Bernold, you’ve done excellent work for the day. Thank you again for all you do. If you don’t mind me saying, it seems like you’ve been working a lot harder than you used to. That demon fight must’ve really got your engines going, huh?” Dispatch sounded very pleased, not that Bernold could blame them, he’d been on fire since that fight with Belphegor.

“I guess you could say that,” the bear laughed, “I’ll be heading off for the day. I’ll be back early tomorrow. Take care.” With that, Bernold tapped the earbud before leaping up onto the rooftop of a nearby building. The moment he was out of sight of the civilians, his eyes turned blank, his smile growing wider as he reached over to a ring sitting on his finger. Giving it a twist, a purple light blazed around the hero before he vanished from the rooftop, teleported away.

Moments later, Bernold was in a familiar cave, his heroic outfit vanishing in tandem with the teleportation magic, locked away until it was next needed. The bear shivered as he stood in the cave once more, his cock throbbing, still locked up with the cursed cockring. When he was on adventuring duty, the magic helped keep his erection from showing, but he was well aware of it at all times. He was always hard, always on edge of cumming... but of course, his Master wouldn’t let that happen. “I’ve returned, Master,” he said happily, falling to his knees.

“A little late today, don’t you think, toy?” Belphegor asked, turning around in his chair, looking at Bernold with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m so sorry, Master,” Bernold said, bowing as he leaked onto the stone ground beneath, “if you would like, I can grab the anal beads for you to punish me with.” His ass twitched at the idea of getting those big beads. He normally walked around with a vibrator deep inside of him, but it was nothing compared to his master’s huge anal beads.

“I think that would be a prize, not a punishment,” Belphegor chuckled, standing up and walking over to his toy, looking at him with a pleased smile. “Still, I suppose you’ve done good work. Did you mark those robbers with the proper sigils?”

Looking up eagerly, Bernold smiled up at his master, his cock quivering. “Of course, Master! Once they’re out of prison, you’ll be able to find them with ease!”

“Good work, well then, for your good work I shall let you have a taste of my cock.” Belphegor gripped the siede of the bear’s head and started to mouth fuck him, Bernold’s eyes growing wide with the sheer girth of the shaft inside of his mouth, but he took it happily. He was so happy to be his Master’s dirty sex toy, able to take anything he needed to give him. After all, with his super physique, he could take a beating that none of his Master’s other toys could. He grunted and groaned as his Master plowed deep inside of his throat, his eyes wide and blank, his cock so very hard.

It wasn’t long before the clamps were back on his nipples, his balls being spanked once more, his ass spanked as well. His Master made sure to treat him like the plaything he was, and Bernold knew better than to complain. He loved it all, he would’ve begged for the treatment if his Master didn’t offer it in the first place. The bear moaned, his eyes blazing with glorious pleasure, cum soon dripping from mouth and ass alike. He was proud to be Belphegor’s toy, he couldn’t wait to help other heroes see how amazing his Master was one day... but for now, he would be his Master’s personal fuck toy.