I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 8: Chapter 8

Lysander’s pov

Another wave of humiliation washed over me. I swallowed it down.

It wasn’t this devil, Gideon telling me to do this. It was the professor’s soft, strong voice in my ear telling me to be vulnerable for him. It wasn’t the devil.

It was Drake and as long as I believed that, I could do it.

"R-Ruff..."

The pathetic sound cracked in my throat, barely audible beneath my ragged breaths. Tears blurred my vision as they streamed freely down my face.

"Louder." He cackled.

My stomach twisted. I felt every mocking stare from the live steam pinning me in place, waiting for my humiliation.

"A-Arf..."

My nails dug into my palms, but I swallowed what little pride I had left.

"Ruff! Arf! Ruff!"

Gideon burst into laughter and the rest of me died alongside it.

His fingers slipped to circle the rim of my hole. "Yes, you are. That’s why you prepped yourself beforehand even though you pretended not to want this. You’re leaking so much lube. Cock-hungry slut."

I didn’t bother trying to correct him, he could think whatever he wanted as long as I got off and was put out of my misery, God I sounded like a real dog. "P-please."

"Admit you wanted this to happen." He whispered into my ear. "Admit you deliberately played hard to get to rile me up."

"I-I d-did." I hated myself for saying the words, but at this point my dignity was in tatters.

Gideon released me completely, slipping out a phone from his pocket. "You want to cum, puppy?"

"Make a phone call and I’ll let you." I nodded before I could think twice.

Gideon smirked. Dimly, I realized it was my phone he held and not his.

Why was he with my phone and not his...?

The voice that came from the other end made my blood run cold.

My mother. He had called my mother?

"My baby boy? Are you there?"

"Answer." Gideon mouthed.

"I’m here, mom!" I finished before she could give away my name.

"Are you alright, dear? You never call so late? What’s wrong?"

"Uh, I ah..." I scrambled to find an excuse. "You didn’t tell me you w-were going on a t-trip."

"I’m sorry about that, honey. It was so abrupt, and your brother offered to tell you about it."

Gideon chose that time to lean low and lick a stripe around the head of my cock. I bucked, a strangled gasp leaving my throat as the purple tip was swallowed into his mouth.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. He was trying to kill me. Fuck.

"Love?" I flinched as my mother’s voice brought me back to reality. "Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah. I’m - ngh - I’m o-okay."

"Are you sure?" The velvety press of his tongue on my sensitive skin was maddening. I was so close I could taste it. "You sound off."

"I ah, I’m not well." I stuttered.

Gideon pulled off from my cock, dipping his tongue into my slit. Oh shit. He sure has impeccable timing.

"Oh no. Do you need to go to the hospital? If you can’t go, I can call the family doctor so he can come to you."

There was worry in her voice, probably because of my medical history. I had a shallow heart and I always saw a cardiologist from when I was little.

That was probably the reason why I had lived this long.

"N-no. It’s not that serious." I gasped, dragging my mind back into the present. The dark amusement in Gideon’s eyes turned me on more than I would ever admit to myself. He was getting off on this.

"Is your brother nearby?"

Gideon answered before I could speak. "Yeah, I’m here. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him."

"What’s wrong with him?"

"He fell and hurt himself. I’m applying ointment on him now." As he spoke, he slicked his fingers with lube.

My eyes widened when he stuffed three of his fingers at once, and I let out a choked scream.

His fingers stabbed directly on my prostate. My eyes rolled back into my head as he rhythmically thrust his fingers into my asshole, hitting that spot in every thrust.

"Oh dear. He doesn’t sound okay."

"Trust me, it’s not as bad as it sounds. I’ll take him to the hospital tomorrow just in case." Gideon assured her.

’Thank you, love." She said something I didn’t catch. I was too busy getting my prostate finger-fucked.

"I will." Gideon said just as he curled his fingers in an angle that had me screaming.

A tidal wave of pleasure swept over me, and my ass spasmed, squeezing around his fingers hard.

I stared down dazedly at my cock.

It was still rock hard. I hadn’t cum the way I felt.

I crashed onto the carpet as my knees gave out on me.

I stared blindly at the ceiling, my back pressed against the floor as my entire body shuddered through the agonizing, empty ache of a dry orgasm. Every muscle vibrated with the aftermath. My cock felt swollen, heavy, and throbbing a deep purple, matching the tight, flushed heat in my balls.

I knew I deserved to be in this state.

He was breaking me down, systematically emptying my mind until there was nothing left but a fog of raw sensation. My skin burned, flushed a dark red, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he decorated it with more welts. He was going to completely ruin me, and the terrifying, intoxicating truth was that he would enjoy every single second of it.

The sudden absence of his fingers stretching my heat left me cold for a split second, but then they were pushing past my lips. He forced them deep into my mouth, rubbing the slickness into every corner of my tongue. He wanted me to taste my own filth, to know exactly what I was.

"Slut," Gideon’s voice whispered against my ear. I could hear the rustle of fabric as he palmed his own hard length through his pants. "Still want to cum, puppy?"

"Y-yes," I babbled, the word slipping out alongside a string of saliva. The humiliation was absolute, but the need was worse. "M-master please."

Satisfied with my begging, his hands moved down to undo the tight restraint constricting my cock and balls. The sudden rush of blood was dizzying.

"Cum," he ordered.

A single, deliberate stroke of his hand sent me over the edge. A broken groan tore from my throat as my body tried to find relief, but there was nothing substantial left to give.

My cock spit out pitiful, agonizing dribbles. It felt endless, tiny, weak ropes of cum splattering weakly onto my stomach while the sheer intensity of the overstimulation forced hot tears down my face. I sobbed through it, completely spent.

Through the haze, I could see the heavy jerk of his own cock against his pants. He wanted my hole, and there was no force on earth that could stop him from filling me completely.

The exhaustion finally pulled me under, the world turning dark as I slipped out of consciousness.

But unconsciousness couldn’t save me from him.

Sensory pieces returned in jolts, the sensation of my limp body being lifted from the cold floor, the soft plunge as I was dropped face-down onto the mattress. In my peripheral vision, the room shifted as he angled the tripod toward the bed and adjusted the laptop on the bedside table.

Even from here, I knew what the live stream looked like, flooded with lewd praises, an audience of strangers watching my degradation, wishing they could have a turn with me. Gideon only snorted at them.

The sharp, sudden crack of the whip tearing through the air was followed instantly by a blistering explosion of pain across my flesh. The shock of it forced a gasp back into my lungs, my eyes snapping open.

Gideon was grinning down at me, the weapon heavy in his hand. The pain was a direct invitation, a brutal wake-up call designed to drag me right back into the fire.

"Now," his voice boomed, directed toward the eager lens of the camera, "It’s time for part two of his punishment. I’m going to fuck my pet back to life."

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