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Cassian jerked awake to the ropes digging into his arms, yanking his arms back against a rough wooden chair. His heart slammed in his chest, panic exploding through him, no slow drag from sleep, just raw terror, and ankles tied with bindings that spread his legs wide, leaving him exposed in nothing but sweatpants.
He thrashed hard, muscles bulging, chair scraping the floor with a screech. Pain lanced up his arms, ropes tearing his skin, and hot blood trickling down. "What the fuck?" he snarled, voice gravel rough. Last night: 'he had locked the doors to his quarters, the guards had been on patrol, No breaches or warning from the security system. So how the fuck is he tied up to a fucking chair. So impossible.' he thought. The room reeked of old wood, leather, and that metallic tang of blood, his now, or someone else's stain from before. This had to be his basement, it seems familiar. Shadows danced slightly under dim lights, closing in. "Easy," a voice sliced the air, calm and almost taunting, Azriel's, from three years buried deep. Cassian's blood iced. "You," he spat, twisting to glare. Azriel came out first, tall and still beautiful, black shirt stretched over his lean muscle, eyes locked like a predator's. Orion slinked beside him, seductive look hiding the storm, jeans hugging his hips, gaze raking Cassian's bare chest, lingering on the sweat beading down to his waistband. "How?" Cassian roared, yanking ropes till they chewed deeper. "I set you free. Gave you cash, power, lives. Get out of my house!" Azriel's laugh mocking. "Money? Space? You ghosted us." He lunged close, fist cracking into Cassian's jaw, stars burst, copper flooding his mouth. "You took yourself, our anchor, our everything." Orion circled behind, breath hot on Cassian's neck. "We were orphans you claimed," he murmured, fingers ghosting Cassian's bound arms, then dipping to lick the blood from his arms, tongue slow, possessive, sending unwanted fire through veins. "But not sons, we are your lovers. Yours." Cassian bucked, rage and dread churning. "Bullshit. You were four. I saved you from the streets, raised you to stand alone." Azriel grabbed his chin, forcing eye contact, thumb bruising. "We needed your cock, not your pity." His free hand slammed Cassian's thigh, nails digging. "Sorry for the bruise daddy," running his tongue across where he hit Cassian, "but You trained us, taught us obedience, made us beg under you. Now it's only fair we return it. If you won't give us you willingly then we'll take it by force" Orion's palm slid inside Cassian's sweatpants, wrapping his thickening cock in a tight grip. "We are dependent on you and wouldn't change that," he whispered, stroking slow, thumb circling the leaking slit. Cassian groaned, hating the throb, the betrayal of his body arching into it. "Stop, "That is not true. You are grown men. You have wealth." he gasped, but Azriel shoved fingers into his mouth, gagging him. "No," Azriel growled, nipping his earlobe bloody. "You are not our father. "We need every lash, every fuck. Your power over us. We choose you. Forever." Orion pumped harder, fist slick with pre-cum, twisting at the head till Cassian's hips jerked helplessly. Azriel dropped to his knees, yanking sweatpants down, mouth engulfing Cassian's balls, sucking rough, teeth grazing. "Beg like we did," Azriel mumbled slightly away from the flesh. Cassian's mind fractured, memories crashing: the gang war night he'd dragged them from bullets, their tiny hands clutching him, evolving into fevered nights of his "lessons." Ropes creaked as he strained, pleasure overcoming him despite fury. "Monsters," he choked, but his cock wept for more, hips thrusting into Orion's merciless hand that had replaced his brother's. They owned him now, his sins reflected back, amplified. Escape? A lie. The air thickened with musk and madness, their touches branding him deeper than any rope. Orion leaned in, lips claiming Cassian's in a bruising kiss, tongue fucking his mouth while his fist blurred on the shaft. Azriel's mouth joined Orion's hand, swallowing Cassian's cock whole, throat clenching with a non-existent gag reflex just the way Cassian liked. Cassian shattered, cum erupting down Azriel's throat in hot spurts, body convulsing as they milked every drop. Weak, spent, he slumped, their whispers promising eternity. Orion breathed, licking remnants from his fingers and Azriel's lips. The real war had just begun between his control, their obsession, the blurred past. All coated in blood and bliss.Lucien finished with the twins. He cleaned them up carefully with warm cloths, wiping away the sweat, cum, and lube from their bodies. He removed the toys gently, applied fresh cream to their sore holes and bruises, and tucked them under the soft sheets. Both boys were exhausted, breathing slow and even as they drifted into deep sleep. He stood there for a moment, watching them. Then he turned and left the room, dressed only in black silk nightwear that clung to his frame.He went to the bar in the mansion’s main living area. He poured himself a large glass of whiskey and drank it in one go. Then another. And another. The alcohol burned down his throat, but it did little to quiet the thoughts swirling in his head.Was this what his life had become? All he did now was fuck around all day. Since the twins had snatched his empire, he had let them control him. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was his protectiveness over them. Maybe it was something darker inside him that enjoyed it. He h
Cassian’s deep, guttural grunt echoed through the office like thunder as he drove his thick, veiny cock into Nagur’s wrecked asshole with savage force. The heir was already fucked halfway to stupor, his body limp and trembling on the meeting table, lace lingerie torn and soaked with sweat, cum, and drool. Every brutal thrust made Nagur’s puffy, cum-leaking rim stretch obscenely around the massive shaft, the wet squelching sounds filthy and loud as old loads from earlier were churned into creamy white foam that bubbled and splattered out with each slam. The air in the room was heavy and musky, thick with the sharp scent of raw ass, fresh sweat pouring off both their bodies, and the pungent tang of stirred-up cum that dripped in long strings from Nagur’s gaping hole onto the polished wood below. “Fuuuuck, your cunt’s sucking me in so greedy,” Cassian growled, hips snapping forward so hard the table legs scraped against the floor. Nagur could only respond with broken, delirious moans—“Ah
The days blurred together in a haze of raw, filthy sex with Nagur at the absolute center of it all. The heir had become their perfect, willing cock dump and slut, his body used relentlessly in every possible way. He spent hours on his knees sucking their thick cocks in rotation—first Cassian’s heavy, veiny shaft sliding deep into his throat until his nose pressed against sweaty pubes, gagging and drooling rivers of spit that coated his chin and dripped onto his chest. Then Orion would take his turn, gripping Nagur’s hair and face-fucking him with brutal snaps of his hips, balls slapping wetly against Nagur’s chin while the heir’s eyes watered and he moaned around the intrusion. Azriel was the roughest, holding Nagur’s head still and pumping load after load straight down his gullet until cum overflowed, painting Nagur’s flushed face, splattering across his cheeks, lips, and even his long lashes in thick white ropes. They’d pull out at the last second sometimes just to shoot across his
Nagur’s eyes had gone glassy, pupils blown wide as the overwhelming stretch and constant fullness dragged him deeper into subspace. His body felt heavy yet weightless at the same time, every nerve ending singing with raw, electric pleasure-pain. The thick cock buried to the hilt in his wrecked asshole kept him anchored, Cassian’s veiny shaft pulsing warmly inside the cum-slick tunnel of his guts. Nagur’s breathing slowed to soft, whimpering pants, lips parted, a thin string of drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as his head lolled against Cassian’s broad shoulder. The faint pink prolapse that had been teasing at his rim all morning now fluttered visibly with every tiny shift, the swollen rectal flesh kissing the base of Cassian’s cock like a greedy, puffy mouth that refused to stay hidden.Cassian felt the shift in Nagur immediately—the way the heir’s hole suddenly went softer, hotter, more pliant around him, the inner walls rippling in lazy, submissive waves instead of fighti
.Lucien stood, towering over the wrecked Elsame heir, his massive cock still half-hard and dripping. Without a word he grabbed a nearby bucket of warm water and soft cloths, kneeling between Nagur’s spread thighs. He worked methodically, cleaning the cum, lube, and sweat from Nagur’s body with firm but surprisingly gentle strokes. The warm cloth wiped down the marked chest, the bruised nipples, the heavy balls, and finally the devastated ass. Lucien pressed the cloth against the gaping hole, letting it soak up the leaking mess while Nagur moaned softly at the careful touch on his oversensitive rim. “Easy, pet. You took it so well. That cunt is properly ruined now—just the way we like it.” He spent long minutes cleaning every inch, even dipping a soapy finger inside the still-open tunnel to rinse the deepest parts, making Nagur’s belly twitch and fresh weak spurts of cum ooze from his cock. Once satisfied, Lucien applied a thick layer of soothing ointment around the wrecked rim and in
The next morning light filtered weakly through the heavy curtains of the playroom, casting long shadows over the padded floor where Nagur lay sprawled naked between the three bodies. He had passed out hard the night before after the relentless chaining, flogging, sounding, and triple breeding, his body a map of fresh welts, bite marks, and dried cum crusted on his thighs and chest. The massive loads from Lucien and the twins still sloshed deep in his guts, kept plugged overnight by a fat inflatable toy that kept his hole sealed tight. His heavy cock rested soft against his thigh, balls loose and drained, but even in sleep his rim twitched faintly around the base of the plug, sore and puffy from constant abuse.Lucien woke first, that cynical dominant smirk already curling his lips as he propped himself on one elbow and watched Nagur’s chest rise and fall. The Elsame heir looked utterly wrecked—blindfold marks still faintly visible around his eyes, jaw slack from the gag, nipples bruis
The room was thick with steam and unspoken hunger as Cassian dried himself slowly, the rough towel clenched in his fist like a lifeline he was already losing. Water still clung to the hard ridges of his muscles, tracing sinful paths down his chest and abs before disappearing into the dark trail of
Cassian woke to the cold bite of metal against his wrists and ankles. His head rested heavily on the pillow, eyes blinking against the morning light, hands straining at the chains. Panic rose in his chest before his mind could catch up, he was chained to the bed. The soft click of the door openin
Azriel goes to loosen the ropes from Cassian, not without saying, “Daddy, promise not to get mad or get physical after we let you free,” Cassian doesn't respond he just nods his head grimly. As Azriel went to loosen the ropes, he first kissed Cassian, plunging his tongue into Cassian's mouth moani
The PastAs Cassian sat there, still coming down from the high of the orgasm, bound and exposed, the present blurred into fragments of the past. The pressure of Orion's hand on his cock began again, more painful than the last, stroking slowly, deliberately, pulled at those old threads, forcing







