I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Lysander’s pov

The closet door was slightly open.

I froze instantly.

That was wrong.

The closet had sliding doors, and because of my obsessive habits, I always shut them completely before streaming. I didn’t want anyone identifying me outside of the livestream.

A muffled breath came from inside and my heartbeat stopped. Someone was hiding in there.

Just then, thunder exploded outside.

The bedroom window suddenly slammed open as violent wind and rain burst into the room, icy droplets sweeping across my overheated skin. The warmth from moments ago vanished instantly.

Fear crashed over me so hard my knees nearly gave out.

I stumbled backward and hit the camera stand behind me.

It crashed onto the floor and the livestream comments exploded.

What happened?!

Was that real?

Why does he look scared?

The room felt colder now.

Darker.

I was thinking of making a run for it when the closet doors slowly slid open from the inside and Gideon stepped out.

The golden mask I had hidden deep in the closet covered half his face and one of my underwear hung from his hand carelessly. My eyes trailed down when I saw his other hand gently stroking his cock as he stared right at me.

My stomach twisted violently.

How long has he been hiding in my closet? Did he hear everything I did?

I looked down to see the wet patch on his pants. Yes, he did.

Even from several feet away, I could smell it.

A thick, intimate scent clinging to the fabric, like he’d been holding it for a long time.

Gideon smiled slowly, looking like a hunter finally standing in front of a prey he had been stalking for a long time.

He looked excited and ready to pounce.

"Surprise," he said softly, almost affectionately. "My sweet little brother."

My body reacted before my mind did.

I turned and tried to run.

Too late.

Gideon grabbed me instantly and threw me onto the bed hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs.

He climbed over me before I could move again.

"So it’s true," he sneered, staring down at me with cruel amusement in his eyes."You’re really just a filthy little slut."

"N-No—wait— I was just..."

"You don’t want Dad finding out, do you?" he interrupted coldly.

His fingers tightened against my throat just enough to make panic spike through me.

"That his precious wife raised a disgusting gay son who spends his nights fucking himself for online strangers? That you seduced me."

I went completely still.

Mom could never know.

After the divorce, she’d hated anything related to homosexuality with terrifying intensity. Years trapped in a miserable marriage with a man who secretly preferred men had poisoned something inside her permanently.

I still remembered the things she used to say.

The disgust.

The bitterness.

If she found out about me—

My hands slowly stopped fighting against Gideon’s grip.

Despair settled over me like ice and Gideon noticed immediately. A satisfied sneer appeared on his lips as he stared down at me with disgust.

"There you go," he murmured. "Much better."

He stood up casually and picked the fallen camera stand off the floor.

The livestream was still running.

Thousands of people were still watching.

Humiliation burned through my body so intensely I wanted to disappear.

Gideon adjusted the angle carefully before walking back toward me.

Then he grabbed my hair, my brown strands slipped between his fingers and I flinched slightly. Afraid he would rip off my wig to prove a point.

My real blond hair was too recognizable, so I always hid it during streams. Between the wig and the silver mask, nobody connected the shy person I was in real life to the person online.

Gideon understood that immediately.

Which was why he kept the golden mask on too.

"Please..." I whispered shakily. "Don’t..."

His eyes darkened with obvious fascination at my panic.

He lightly tapped my cheeks before shoving me face down to the bed. My ass jutted out as he tied my wrist to the back to restrain me.

The livestream was still on and broadcasting everything.

The comments moved so fast they blurred together.

I heard Gideon groan from behind me as he teased my opening with his finger. I tried to wriggle away from him but he slapped my behind, hard.

He chuckled when I moaned out, "oh you dirty, dirty boy. You like being spanked, don’t you?"

He smacked his lips together when I said nothing, I could feel him stroking his cock from behind me.

"You know, I thought I would get you ready but you have been so naughty so..."

I tried to look back, "what...what are you talking....ohhhh..."

A long groan slipped off when he slammed into me from behind, burying his entire cock into my ass. I clenched immediately.

"Please..." I moaned.

"You want me to stop?" He chuckled, gritting his teeth as his hips snapped back and he drove into me again.

Tears slid down my cheeks, the inside of my mask feeling stuffy as he kept going. He roughly forced me to lift my chin, arching my back further into the bed.

"Come on. Say hello to your fans. Tell them who your Master is."

He slammed harder into me, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. My mind was growing hazy from all the pleasure.

I peered a look at the screen and saw the commotion going on there.

Some viewers thought it was roleplay.

Some begged for more.

And somehow, despite the fear and humiliation consuming me, the attention still affected me.

That terrifying awareness of countless eyes fixed entirely on me.

Watching me break apart and lose control. I hated myself for responding to it especially because my thoughts kept drifting toward Drake.

I loved him and I wanted him but being fucked by Gideon made me feel overwhelmingly good. The thrill spread through my body even with the countless eyes on me, especially with the countless eyes on me.

I stuck my tongue out unconsciously in excitement, moving slowly to the rhythm of Gideon’s moves.

Everyone was watching me get fucked.

Would Drake think I was filthy too?

My balls tightened and from Gideon’s curse, he was right there with me. His hand reached out to massage my balls and my lips opened up. A loud moan filled the room as I started crashing down on the high.

I lifted my head towards the camera, imagining Drake was standing in front of me. I know he was enough to make me cum like he did a few minutes ago.

Gideon groaned loudly as he came inside me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head but I managed to whisper to the imaginary Drake.

"You’ll always be my Master."

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