I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 40: Chapter 40

Lysander’s pov

Time was slipping away, the steady tick-tick-tick of the timer was echoing inside my skull like a bomb.

Strong fingers suddenly grabbed me by the back of my neck, shoving another rigid cock past my lips without warning.

This one tasted sharp and salty. I dragged my tongue repeatedly over the head, fighting the humiliation of my own body’s sensory overload.

I heard the quiet shuffle of boots around me, and someone forcibly grabbed my left wrist, wrapping my fingers around a third erect shaft.

A second later, another man guided my right hand to his cock.

I began frantically stroking both cocks up and down while sucking the one shoved deep down my throat, desperate to beat the clock.

Loud, animalistic groans resonated above me in the dark. My stomach kept

The man on my left squeezed his eyes shut, his hand clamping over mine as he exploded with a dark curse, painting my shoulder in his mess.

At the exact same time, the man in my mouth thrust deep into my throat, pumping a bitter, heavy release straight down my esophagus.

I gagged violently, coughing as I swallowed the fluid on reflex, only to be dragged sideways by a fourth man.

He didn’t wait, he shoved his cock brutally past my teeth, ramming into the back of my throat until tears soaked into my blindfold.

Saliva and pre-cum dripped down my chin, making a mess of my neck as he used my mouth like a sleeve.

He went on for so long I thought my lungs were going to collapse, finally coming with a harsh growl that filled my mouth completely.

"Fuck, his mouth is incredible," the guy wheezed, pulling out and letting me drop forward onto my hands.

Immediately, another shaft replaced him, while fresh hands forced my trembling palms back onto two more throbbing lengths.

The brutal cycle repeated over and over, the man in my mouth coming in sync with the ones in my hands.

My knees were raw, scraping against the stone as men took turns using my throat, their balls slapping against my chin with every thrust.

I helped them desperately, my mind spiraling as I tried to find any trace of Gideon’s specific size before time ran out.

Suddenly, I caught the familiar salty taste of the second man’s cock again.

Were they taking second turns already?!

I tried to pull back and protest, but my jaw was forced open, my tongue weighted down by the hard rod sliding in and out.

The relentless sensory overload began to warp my mind, time stretching into an eternity while simultaneously collapsing into seconds.

To my absolute horror, I felt a familiar, sickening throb between my own thighs, my cock was twitching, spitting pre-cum onto the stone.

My hole was leaking slick, reacting involuntarily to the brutal, continuous sexual atmosphere filling the room.

"You take cock so effortlessly," Gideon’s cruel voice cut through the darkness from nearby.

"Look at how greedily you’re choking on it. Anyone watching you right now would think you’re loving every second of this."

He let out a cold, mocking laugh. "And judging by how much your own dick is leaking on the floor, I guess they’d be right."

The man in my mouth let out a final groan, pulling out and casually tapping his wet tip against my swollen lips. "Good little slut."

A collective, mocking laugh echoed through the room as I was handed off to another waiting silhouette.

This one shoved his length in until my lips pressed flat against his pubic hair, holding my head still while he fucked my throat.

A muffled scream tore from my throat as the hard toe of his boot deliberately stepped down onto my sensitive, leaking cock resting on my thigh.

The sharp, sudden pain stole my breath, white sparks exploding behind my eyelids as tears poured down my face.

I sobbed into his shaft, but as his boot pressed harder, a strange, terrifying wave of pleasure spiked straight to my core.

My body snapped, and an involuntary, humiliating climax squirted out across my thigh.

"Did he seriously just cum from getting his dick stepped on?!" someone asked in absolute awe.

Another guy whistled loudly. "What a fucking degenerate ho. He is such a masochist."

The warm wetness pooling on my skin was damning evidence of my utter degradation.

Shame burned through my entire body as my cock began throbbing again, refusing to drop.

What the fuck was wrong with me?! Why was my body reacting like this?! There was something seriously wrong with me.

I tore my mouth off the man, choking out a sob as another pair of hands grabbed my hair, filling my throat instantly.

I shuddered as he came into my mouth a few seconds later, but I knew immediately he wasn’t Gideon, his cock was far too short.

"One minute left on the clock, Lysander," Gideon sang out, sounding utterly thrilled with himself. "Looks like Elena’s life is about to be ruined."

"H-Have you all had a turn?!" I stammered out frantically, my voice broken and hoarse.

The man standing over me must have felt a shred of pity, because he whispered a low, "Yeah, kid."

"Unless you want me to fill your leaking hole with my cock, I suggest you move." One growled at me.

I dropped the cocks in my hands, moving purely on desperate instinct as the timer ticked down its final seconds.

I lunged sideways across the cold floor, grabbing tightly around a lean, familiar waist.

I parted my lips and swallowed the thick, rock-hard shaft standing there in one deep, desperate move.

A familiar, low hiss echoed from above me, confirming my gamble.

It was Gideon. He was the only one in the room who hadn’t come yet because of his insane stamina.

I pulled back from his length, gasping for air as I lifted a hand to push the blindfold up. "F-Found you..."

"Really," Gideon murmured down at me, his dark eyes gleaming, looking far less than pleased that I had won his game.

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