I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Lysander’s pov

I always kept the lights low when I streamed.

The darkness made everything easier, the camera softer, the room warmer, the mask less suffocating against my skin. By the time the livestream countdown hit zero, the only thing glowing in the bedroom was the bedside lamp and the flood of comments pouring across my screen.

Thousands of strangers were waiting for me again.

I adjusted the silver mask over my face before the livestream countdown ended.

Three.

Two.

One.

The screen exploded with comments the second I appeared.

He’s here.

Missed you.

Show us the toy already.

A nervous laugh slipped from my lips as I settled onto the plush carpet in front of the camera. Even after months of streaming on the Gallerylive, the attention still made my stomach twist with excitement.

In real life, I could barely hold eye contact with strangers. Ordering coffee made me anxious and compliments embarrassed me so badly my ears burned for hours afterward. I was the definition of a wallflower.

But here?

Behind a mask and a screen?

People watched me like I was something worth wanting and I loved it far more than I should have.

"Tonight’s sponsor sent over something new," I murmured softly toward the microphone, holding up the sleek black box for the audience. "Apparently it has six intensity settings..."

The chat flooded instantly.

Test all six.

Bet you won’t survive the last one.

Cute voice tonight.

I swallowed hard, trying not to smile too much at the praise.

My smile when my thoughts betrayed me again, it keeps doing that lately and the cause of that was none other than.

Professor Drake.

Just hearing his name in my head made my pulse stumble.

The memory of his towering frame. The way his dress shirts strained across his chest. The frightening outline hidden beneath his slacks whenever he leaned too close. I could imagine myself running a hand up and down that monstrosity.

Heat crawled up my neck.

God.

He was huge.

The thought alone made my thighs tense involuntarily.

I smiled for my audience, revealing the six inch dildo my sponsor had packed. I ran my hand down the length and smirked when my comments flooded with horny viewers, they wanted more of my stuff.

I licked my lips, teasing them with the view of my pink tongue, and I dipped the dildo into my mouth. Inserting it slowly till there was nothing left, thank Goodness for my gag reflex.

I made a show of bobbing my head up and down, gobbling the entire toy till it was all wet. I imagined it was Drake’s cock and my movements increased.

My asshole opened up on its own, usually I have to lubricate it to please myself but the thought of him was more than enough aphrodisiac to get me on.

I used one hand to slowly insert the toy into my ass. Inch by inch, the dildo disappeared into my ass and a groan left my lips. The image of Drake kneeling behind me and ruthlessly filling me up with his thick, hard cock made me adjust so my viewers could see the toy.

The thought of Drake grew more distracting and overwhelming till I was increasing the setting.

By the third setting, I was already struggling to speak properly.

The chat noticed immediately.

He’s falling apart already.

Look at him shaking.

So sensitive tonight.

A soft, embarrassed sound escaped me as I covered part of my face with one hand, my breathing uneven.

"Stop teasing..." I whispered weakly, even though the attention only made the heat inside me worse.

Because they were watching my every tremble and reaction. They could all see the crack in my composure and somehow, being seen like this felt addictive.

Drake never left my head, he pounded into me with all his strength and for a second, I thought I would break from his terrifying force. My finger on the toy kept pressing the button till I was shaking aggressively on my knees.

My groans filled the room till I couldn’t hold them in anymore and my hips jerked instinctively as my body trembled even more. Tears welled in my eyes as I cried out breathlessly to an invisible Drake.

"Master... harder... please... let me come..."

I pushed the vibrator to the highest setting and I completely shattered. I arched my back and my cum jutted out in a long stream before landing on the carpet.

For several long seconds afterward, I could only lie there trying to steady my breathing while comments flooded endlessly across the screen.

Dirty jokes.

Praise.

Requests.

People telling me how pretty I looked when I lost control and how they couldn’t get me out of their heads.

Your hole looks fuckable. I want to dip my tongue inside to have a taste.

Your nipples are so perky and perfect.

That lewd look on your face is just what I need when I fuck you.

My face burned beneath the mask, but I still smiled shyly at the camera. I loved their comments, they made me feel so seen and worthy of love.

"Th-Thank you for the donations," I mumbled softly while fixing my oversized shirt. "You’re all way too nice tonight and I hope you enjoyed the show."

The chatting segment started afterward like usual, though I kept fidgeting nervously with my sleeves.

"There’s actually something I wanted to tell you guys," I admitted quietly.

The chat immediately exploded.

What is it?

You sound nervous.

Is it about your Master?

My entire body froze.

Even beneath the mask, I knew my face had turned red.

"I-It’s not like that..." I protested weakly, avoiding the camera for a moment before giving up with a tiny sigh. "Okay... maybe it is."

The comments became even faster after that.

I laughed nervously under my breath.

"I’m thinking about confessing soon," I admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "So... wish me luck?"

Heart emojis flooded the stream.

Teasing comments followed right behind them.

I was about to respond when a single message appeared among the blur.

And instantly, every bit of warmth drained from my body.

Go check the closet. Your gift is waiting inside.

My smile disappeared and a chill ran down my spine, that was when I realized the room felt too quiet and a little dark.

Slowly, I turned toward the closet sitting in the corner of the bedroom.

The chat kept moving, unaware anything was wrong.

My fingers twitched around the edge of my oversized sleeve.

Then I stood, my bare feet brushing softly against the carpet, I walked toward the closet one slow step at a time.

The closer I got, the colder the room seemed to become.

My hand stopped on the handle.

I hesitated.

A strange, unfamiliar scent reached my nose and I lifted my head to smell it.

Something that absolutely did not belong to me.

My blood ran cold.

Semen.

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