I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 6: Chapter 6

Lysander’s pov

I broke out in a run, my fingers barely closed over the handle when I was yanked back by my hair.

A scream tore from my throat and I struggled in his grip to get away but compared to my slender body, Gideon was built like a linebacker and he had a solid weight on me.

He dragged my stubborn form to him and threw me on the bed.

"Why are you always trying to make me out to be the bad guy?" He ripped off his shirt and tied my arms behind my back.

My heart stuttered to a stop as he tutted at me like I was a child who had defaulted, I stared up at him with wide eyes,

"Please, Gideon-" I whispered

"Shut up, you slut!" He barked harshly and I flinched, "you really should have come when I was still being nice." He wrapped his hand tightly around my throat and squeezed, a choked gasp flew from my lips and my eyes bulged out from their sockets. "It’s too late now."

My shoulders trembled, and I waited for whatever came next. Instead of hurting me further, he stood up from me.

I stiffened when I saw him setting up my live-streaming camera. I gulped and questions flew around in my head.

Why? Was he going to record us, or was he going to livestream it like he did last time?

"W-what are you—?" I yelped as he pulled me from the bed, shoving me onto my knees on the carpet. My eyes widened when I saw the camera set on the tripod, my open laptop beside it. Everything I used for livestreaming, he had set up.

"No," I shook my head, closing my eyes to shut out this nightmare.

"Yes." He countered. "We’re going to put on a show for your horny fans tonight."

"No, you don’t understand. I am no longer live streaming."

"I don’t give a flying fuck." He regarded me with malice in his eyes. "You only have yourself to blame because if you weren’t being stubborn, we would have been cordial. You brought this upon yourself."

My frame shook from fear. "T-then let me wear my mask and wig at least."

Gideon hummed thoughtfully. "I don’t know, brother. Something tells me your viewers would love to know the face of the slut behind the mask."

"W-what? No!" I tried to get up but he pushed me back to the ground, pulling off my shorts and tossing them aside. "Hmm, you are not hard. I’Il have to do something about this." He said consideringly, staring at my flaccid cock.

His eyes roamed around the room for a second. I closed my eyes, wishing I was anywhere else but here with this monster.

I wondered why I was unlucky in life. Here I was about to be defiled by my step brother.

"Perfect." He mumbled to himself before slamming my head to the floor, grabbing a fistful of my hair. I cried out and squeezed my eyes shut.

He released my head, but before I could be relieved he grabbed my cock, jerking it roughly. I winced at the burn.

His palm was like sandpaper, but my cock jumped to life.

"Well, well, well. Would you look at that?" He sneered, "Of course you are. What else would I expect from a slut?" He spat on me.

I stiffened, shame making my skin burn. I hated that he was right. I was hard as a rock. Somehow, my cock hadn’t gotten the memo that I didn’t want this, it had a mind of its own.

My hole was growing wetter by the second, thick arousal fluids costing the walls till I could feel how sticky my insides were.

It was disgusting and I hated it. I had no idea why it got so moist back there whenever I was horny but it was unnatural. I have researched but I haven’t found any solution for my problem.

I was too shy to go to the hospital for fear my mother would find out and also, I couldn’t fathom how I was going to explain myself to the doctor in charge.

How do I tell a professional that my ass leaked with thick fluids whenever I was horny like an omega in heat. I chuckled internally, this was like an omegaverse book.

The question was, why was I wet for my step brother? The last time he fucked me, I was already wet from live-streaming, and this time, it was just from his rough handling.

My thoughts were cut off when I felt something envelop my cock, my breath caught and I looked down. My cock had a cock ring around it,the construction sent shock to my balls.

I gazed down at my cock. "W-why did you...

I stopped short when I saw what Gideon had on, around his neck was a very familiar material. I narrowed my eyes when I saw it was the professor’s tie.

The same one he had given me that smelled deliciously like him.

I’d been so happy when he gave it to me, and now... it has been sullied by this crazy psychopath. Even worse, it was on his neck. I only wanted the professor’s hands or things on my body.

"How dare you?!" My whole body shook from the force of my anger. "Why is that on your neck?..." I couldn’t even say it. "I’ll fucking kill you!"

Gideon’s eyes narrowed, his gaze lowered to his and he grinned maliciously.

"Aww, did I hit a nerve?" He tugged at the hair tie. "I’m guessing the person who gave you this is special to you?" He sneered. "Delusional idiot. Who could ever love a gay whore like you?"

I flinched from the insult, not expecting it to affect me the way it did. I opened my mouth to unleash my rage when he bent down and swallowed my cock with his lips, he bit me slightly and I jerked.

Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes, he pulled away and sucked some more before jerking me off with his rough hand, he dug a fingernail onto the slit on my tip, and my hips bucked. I felt the tears fall onto my cheeks. Every stroke burned, but it also felt good.

So good and before I knew it, I was gasping, my hips chased the pleasure because it overshadowed the pain.

My cock leaked, easing the friction and leaving only spine tingling pleasure. I heard the sounds of a loud moan and it took me a while to realize they were coming from me.

"What a shameless slut." He snorted, "If I hadn’t tied you up you would have cum already. You are such a dirty whore."

"What about you?" I taunted, irritated by his repeated insults. "You keep calling me a whore, but you’re the one who can’t seem to stay away from me. You’re obsessed with me."

He glared at me and his jaw clenched. "I will fuck you while your followers watch. I wonder if your mom would still choose you when she sees you being fucked by me. How would she feel when she sees that her son is a cheap whore for likes."

I gasped. "No-"

"It’s no wonder you turned out to be a cock hungry thing. Your mother is one too. She weasled her way into my family with her pussy. The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree."

"Ah!"

"Maybe the hypocritical bitch will be so upset she’ll smash her head against the wall. It would be what she deserves for trying to replace my mom."

I stared up at him with wide eyes. Was that how he really viewed my mom? I knew he disliked her, but this? This was pure hatred.

Was he doing this to me as a way to get back at my mom? God he was, the sick fuck.

"My mom isn’t a slut. You won’t get away with this, you bastard!"

He flipped me onto my back, and the whip from earlier cracked over my ass.

I screamed, tears pouring down my cheeks. The lash of the whip burned like fire.

"It’s high time we went live." He warned. "Don’t you think?"

He stood from me, going to the camera. He was about to go live, and I wasn’t wearing my wig or my mask!

Neither was he.

"No, wait." I begged, crawling forward with my knees. "Give me my mask and my wig, please."

"And why would I do that?"

"I-if we get caught, it’ll ruin you and your father." I tried to reason. "It would affect his company and reputation. So please... just give it to me.

"If that’s the case, there’s no need for you to wear a mask. You’ll have to do without...

"Nol" I shrieked If he posted the video online, if my mother saw me getting fucked... "No. Please, if you let me wear them, I’ll do whatever you want."

"Anything I want?" He echoed.

"Anything you want." I confirmed, even as my tongue flooded with a sour taste. The thought of being under his command made me so sick to my stomach.

Gideon walked over to the closet, returning shortly with the golden mask on his face. He crouched in front of me, gently pushing my hair and slipping on my usual mask.

His fingers curved my cheek, and his dark eyes glinted from behind the mask. "You see?" He murmured. "I can be reasonable. Of course I wouldn’t expose your identity, slut." He stroked my chin. "Not yet, at least." His voice was treacle sweet, but so false it made me tense. What the hell did he have planned?

"I just had a brilliant idea. Something tells me you’ll enjoy it even more." I shuddered.

"Won’t you," the tone in his voice chilled me to the bone, "my darling baby brother?"

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