I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Lysander’s pov

"But it’s so painful?" The nonsense words were forced out of my mouth.

"It’ll be over soon." He promised.

Several seconds passed. "The ring is in now, just hold still."

I couldn’t sit still, the pain was too much. I wasn’t built for pain at all.

Liar! A voice inside my head yelled at me, making me flinch.

Yeah, except the pain transforms into intense pleasure like the one I was pretending not to feel in front of the professor whose hands were still

kneading the back of my neck.

"Try and relax. I’ll give you something for the pain now. Keep your mouth open."

I could barely see through the black blindfold, but an object hovered near my lips before it was shoved directly into my mouth.

I stiffened, widening my mouth to accommodate it.

The object was thick, even with my mouth as wide as possible, it was still full from the object. It had no taste but it was hard.

I reared backwards, confused as it slipped out of my mouth. What the hell had he put in my mouth? It tasted like nothing, so I couldn’t even guess.

"W-what.?"

"It’s a pain relief bar." He answered my question like he could read my mind. "It’ll help with the pain."

He pushed the bar into my mouth again. "It also helps with inflammation, and promotes healing. Suck on it for a while, and the pain will stop."

I started to shake my head but I gagged as the thing pressed against the back of my throat. "Ngh."

I didn’t want to say anything because it might ruin my progress with him but my mouth felt like it was invaded with a pipe.

"Does it feel uncomfortable?" He murmured,

I nodded without thinking, "I am sorry, it is. I don’t want to make it seem like I am complaining."

"No." He chuckled, "You are allowed to complain. "Sorry, it can’t be helped. Imagine you’re sucking a big popsicle."

As he said that, the bar slid back half an inch before gliding back in smoothly. My mouth was filled with saliva from the piercing so it glided in slowly.

It was almost like a ...

I scolded myself and reminded myself that the professor doesn’t see me this way, I was just another student to him. I couldn’t be thinking about this.

It was wrong for me to objectify him when he is only trying to help me academically. I banished the thoughts from my mind and focused on the present.

"How do you feel?" He asked.

"Good,"

"Okay, keep sucking."

"I - I could do that."

My tongue was still burning, but I obeyed, rubbing my tongue against the hard bar. It was almost comforting, despite how large it was. The earlier discomfort had vanished now that I was used to the size.

A popsicle. I was sucking on a vanilla popsicle, the professor’s favorite flavor.

Warmth filled me on the inside when I realized this could also bring me closer to him, it just reminded me of him.

It was cool on my tongue...

Several minutes passed, and I sucked on the bar obediently. The pain lessened, and I whimpered in relief.

"Good boy. Suck it harder. Use your tongue more, you need to.

I made a show of sucking it harder, "Like this?" I asked coyly.

Yes, just like that." He groaned slightly, "You’ll feel better before you know it."

I obeyed mindlessly and kept sucking.

About half an hour passed that way. The pain ebbed to a bearable twinge. My jaw was aching again, and I was ready to stop.

I pulled my head back. "Professor—" I tried to speak but he pushed it back into my open mouth.

"Arhh!"

I tried to pull back again. He yanked me forward by my hair, pushing me further onto the bar till it was lodged fully at the back of my throat. His rough handling startled me.

He probably didn’t realize I was fine now. If I told him, he would pull it out-

I was torn between my dedication to make him happy or my pain, before I could take my time to decide.

Warm liquid shot down my throat in continuous spurts and I froze. It took a second for my stunned brain to react, and then I was yanking my head away from his grip forcefully.

I choked on the liquid, flinching as it splashed onto my face. I swallowed without thinking, the sweet taste flooded my tastebuds and my curiosity grew at large

I smacked my lips together, noting the mix of scents.

A powerful smell had joined the professor’s scent, and I hadn’t even noticed until then.

My hands were still cuffed, but I managed to pull the blindfold off my head. My eyes opened, and before I could fully see, he pressed the tip of his cock right back into my mouth.

The tip of his cock?

His cock.

A wave of pure shock went through me, and mutely, I stared as he aimed his fat cock against my aimed his fat cock against my mouth, shooting more cum onto my lips. The feeling of the thick liquid running down my chin would forever be engrained into my mind.

"Professor." My voice came out hollow, full of disbelief.

His smile was nothing like the one he had directed at me before. It was hard and sinister, without a trace of warmth. It chilled me down to my bones.

I lifted my gaze to his eyes. There wasn’t a shred of remorse in them, only cruel satisfaction. His calm eyes were gradually morphing into a crimson hue, as red as blood.

"W-what the fuck?!" I yelled, rearing backwards into the sofa. " What the hell are you doing?!"

He completely ignored me, palming his still hard cock.

Another spurt of cum splashed onto my cheek, and I flinched.

"And now," he growled, his glowing scarlet eyes fixed on me. " For the next lesson..."

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