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Arthur shifted uncomfortably in his cage, bare legs curled against cold metal, staring with narrowed green eyes at the offending length poking through the bars.
His unsettled gaze travelled from the foul thing all the way up to the face of the being towering over him. It was not a demon - the only species he had ever feared before - but a human man. Cocky and unphased, blue eyes sparkling behind wire glasses, as if he were not in the act of securing himself a place in hell. He grinned down at Arthur, looking eager and pleased, and Arthur watched warily back.
"Come on, pretty angel. Suck. And be very gentle or I'll come in there and fuck your cute ass instead."
Arthur cringed. He was tightly bound and completely defenceless, and the human could easily make good on that threat if he pleased. It was better he didn't. Below the belt penetration meant falling, and he didn't want to fall. No angel did. At least his earthly sufferings would end eventually. Whatever he was to go through at the hands of this human, there would be an end in sight. He would outlive the man, after all. But the torment of hell, at least for an exiled angel, was eternal. After a moments hesitation he licked his dry lips and opened his mouth ever so slightly, brows furrowed with uncertainty.
"That's it. Good boy. Come here."
God, he'd been so naïve. He'd never considered that earth might have trophy hunters bold enough to defile his kind. He'd been careless on his missions, only staying alert for demonic evil. And now he was trapped and tormented. How much had this sinner paid for him? Probably more than most could image, yet less than the man himself would miss. Arthur had tailed enough humans on his missions to know the difference between poor, wealthy, and disgustingly rich. The room around him screamed the very latter.
"Come on. Get on with it."
Arthur closed his mouth and swallowed heavily. He was almost entirely unfamiliar with how these things worked. He'd seen passing flashes of private moments whilst shadowing human charges but had always looked away when he'd realised what was happening. Exactly as he'd been instructed to in those situations. He was a good angel. Obedient and pious. Why had this happened to him?
"I... I've never... I don't know what..."
The human's grin grew lecherous as his eyes travelled Arthur's form. He curled in on himself in response, having never felt so exposed before. There were no lewd gazes to shy away from in heaven. His toga had always felt thick enough, long enough. It didn't now, riding up his thighs every time he shifted, impossible to readjust with his arms in ropes behind him.
"Of course you've not. So pure. Here, it's easy enough. Just take me in your mouth and don't bite."
Arthur opened his mouth again and leaned in, trying to ignore the nausea that stirred in his stomach. His movements were stiff and tentative, head swimming with wrongness and disgust as the offered length hit his lips, hard and hot. It slid against his outer cheek, sticky and damp, and he shuddered.
"Take it inside, angel."
Arthur adjusted his angle and bent forwards once more, trying to ignore the sensation of his mouth filling up. He shuffled forwards on his knees until he felt he could move no further and then let his jaw hang open, the vile thing sitting heavy on his tongue. He made a quiet, questioning noise, not sure where to go from there.
"Good boy," the man cooed. "Now, close your lips, but not your jaw. Bring your face right up the bars. It might tickle your throat but you'll adjust in a minute. I'll do all the work for now since it's your first time."
Arthur complied, breathing awkwardly through his nose has he inched forward all he could, closing the last few millimetres between his face and the metal. Outside the cage the human groaned happily, sliding his hands between the bars and grabbing fistful's of Arthur's hair, keeping him in the uncomfortable position.
"Just stay still now, and watch your teeth. I know it might feel strange, but you're doing fine."
It was all so much worse than just strange. Sickening, violating, frightening... those were things Arthur would sooner attribute to the experience. And sore, too. Everything hurt. His jaw ached as it stretched unnaturally around the intrusion. His limbs and wings were stiff from days spent in cramped confines. His skin burned where rope had rubbed him raw. He was still bruised from his swift and violent capture.
There was no pain within the boundaries of heaven, and little that had ever harmed him whilst he floated peacefully around the earth. He'd never suffered like this before. It was overwhelming. Would he bound for much longer? Be upgraded to a bigger cage? And how long would he have to crouch here against the bars, back straining and thighs trembling.
"I'm going to move, okay?"
Despite the warning, Arthur choked in surprise at the first shift in his mouth. His shock didn't grant him mercy however, and soon the man was moving in a jerky, stuttering manner, an imitation of mating. Arthur swallowed back the bile that was creeping its way up his throat and focused on keeping his jaw slack, terrified that his teeth might find a will of their own should he become too distracted. He peeked up to see that the human's eyes had grown dark and hazy, lost to his pleasure, and when his gaze met Arthur's he rolled his neck and groaned.
"Oh yeah. Keep looking up at me, just like that. So beautiful."
Arthur complied, though his main motive was an innate want to keep his enemy in his sightlines... even in a situation like this, where having his wits about him made him no better off. On the contrary, it was frightening to watch as the human became hazier, thrusts becoming more violent as he lost himself to his mating instincts. He began tugging at the hair in his hands, heedless of the pained whimpers and the rhythmic clanging as the angel's skull knocked repeatedly into the bars. Arthur prayed to a God that couldn't hear him, because those channels were for human pleas, that this would end soon.
And it did, though not in a pleasant manner. The human jammed himself suddenly into the back of Arthur's throat, whole body tense and jittery as he stayed there. Against his better judgement Arthur tried to pull away, gagging helplessly, but the grip on his hair was tight and relentless. He gargled pathetically around the organ as he aspirated a hot rush of something that was suddenly making its way down the back of his throat, trying to stay wary of his teeth as he desperately coughed the substance from his airways.
Only when his nose and eyes were both streaming did the human relax his hold, allowing him to pull away. He fell against the back of the cage, not expecting the sudden freedom, before rolling back onto his knees. Bent double, he hacked and spluttered, spitting out all he could of an unfamiliar thick, white fluid.
"Calm down. You did good."
Arthur blinked away the tears blurring his vision and looked over at the human, who had tucked himself away and was now buttoning up his jeans.
"Most of my pets have sharp teeth and snappy jaws, but I think you're gonna train up into a nice little mouth toy. And you're a pretty one, all shiny and gold. We'll work hard on your oral skills so we never have to breach down below. Customers will pay more for you unfallen, I think."
"Customers?" Arthur croaked. What kind of operation was this? Was he not just here to be a rich man's plaything?
"Uh-huh, gotta make my fortune somehow," the human shrugged. He pulled a slim phone from his pocket, glancing at the screen before slipping it away again. "I have some errands to run," he said, shooting Arthur a glistening white smile. "Sit pretty and don't feel too lonely while I'm gone. We'll be seeing enough of each other over the next few weeks."
And then he was gone, out of the door in a few powerful strides, leaving Arthur bound, alone and frightened.