Chapter 2: Set Up
Days had passed, and it felt like more than just a week passed.
I was thirsty, hungry, and exhausted. My body ached from the cold and lack of movement. I had tried to sleep, but the hard concrete floor and the constant chill made it nearly impossible.
The only relief came when Merak or Ankoku would bring me water. They would sit with me, talking softly, trying to keep my spirits up. But their kindness only made the situation worse. It reminded me of the life I had before, the one I had lost.
On the seventh day, Merak appeared with a bucket of warm water and a cloth.
He knelt beside me, his golden-yellow eyes filled with concern.
"Can you stand?" he asked softly, helping me to my feet. I swayed, my legs weak from disuse, but Merak steadied me, his grip firm yet gentle.
"I'm going to clean you up," he said, dipping the cloth into the water. He began to wash the dirt and grime from my face, his touch surprisingly tender.
"Why are you being nice to me?" I asked, my voice hoarse from disuse. "You could have just left me here to rot."
Merak paused, his eyes meeting mine. "As much as I would, I am always a man of my words. If I said I was going to leave you here to rot, I would've, but I didn't, didn't I?" Merak replied, his voice steady and calm. He continued washing me, moving down to my neck and shoulders.
I winced as the cloth touched a particularly sore spot, and Merak's eyes flicked to mine, concern etched on his face. "Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice soft.
I nodded, "A little. I'm not used to... this."
Merak's expression darkened, and he set the cloth aside, his hands moving to my shoulders, massaging them gently. "I know this is difficult for you, Ombre. But you must understand, disobedience cannot go unpunished.
It's not personal, it's business," he explained, his thumbs pressing into the tense muscles of my shoulders. I let out a sigh, the tension melting away under his skilled hands. Despite myself, I found comfort in his touch, in the warmth of his body so close to mine.
"Business," I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is that what this is? Business?"
Merak's hands stilled, and he looked at me, his golden-yellow eyes searching. "What else would it be, Ombre?"
I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "I don't know.
I guess I just thought... maybe it could be something more," I admitted, my voice barely audible. Merak's hands fell away from my shoulders, and he stood up, leaving me feeling cold and bereft.
"More?" he repeated, his voice sharp. "Ombre, you are our property. Our possession. There is no 'more' here."
I flinched at his words, the harsh reality of my situation crashing down on me once again. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. "Please, Merak. I want to understand. Why did you buy me? What do you plan to do with me?"
Merak's expression softened, and he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We bought you because we saw potential in you, Ombre. Potential that others overlooked or didn't care to nurture. As for what we plan to do with you... that depends on you." He paused, his golden-yellow eyes holding mine captive. "We can help you, Ombre. Guide you, teach you. But you must be willing to learn, to obey. We are not monsters, but we are not saints either. When you disobey, you are punished. When you obey, you are rewarded. Though, it is my fault since I didn't tell you that, hm?" Merak said, his voice laced with sarcasm. I looked down, avoiding his gaze. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, feeling like a scolded child. Merak sighed, "Apology accepted. Now, let's get you cleaned up properly and fed. You must be starving." He helped me to my feet, his grip firm yet gentle. I followed him upstairs, my legs still wobbly from days of immobility.
The penthouse was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the opulent furniture.
I nearly fell five times, causing Merak to pick me up and carry me the whole time.
I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment, but Merak just chuckled, "Don't worry, I've got you."
Once in the kitchen, Merak sat me down on a stool and began preparing a meal. The smell of cooking food filled the air, making my stomach rumble loudly. Merak glanced at me, a small smile playing on his lips. "Sounds like someone's hungry."
I nodded, "Starving."
Ankoku entered the kitchen, yawning and stretching. "What's all the commotion about?" he asked, spotting me. "Oh, hello there, pretty thing.
I see Merak's taken pity on you," Ankoku said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He sauntered over to me, his gaze roaming over my body in a way that made me squirm uncomfortably. He's been through enough," Merak warned, his voice firm yet gentle. Ankoku pouted, but he backed off, flopping down onto a nearby stool.
"Fine, fine. I'll behave. For now," he added, winking at me. I looked away, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
I coughed, huffing. My entire body burned for food, but I just couldn't eat. It felt wrong too. Like, I needed permission to eat first.
I mean, I was their property, right? I couldn't just decide to eat whenever I wanted. I had to wait for them to give me the okay.
Merak noticed my hesitation and frowned. "What's wrong, Ombre? Aren't you hungry?"
I nodded, looking down at my hands. "Yes, but... I can't just eat, can I? I need your permission."
Merak's frown deepened, and he exchanged a glance with Ankoku. "Of course, you can eat, Ombre. You don't need our permission for that."
I looked up at him, surprised. "What do you mean?"
Ankoku hummed, "Merak, how far did you take Ombre's punishment? You do realize that certain punishments can traumatize such cute things, right?" Ankoku interjected, his eyes narrowing at Merak. Merak sighed, rubbing his temples. "I know, Ankoku. But he needed to learn his lesson. And besides, I didn't go too far. Did I, Ombre?" Merak asked, turning his gaze to me.
I hesitated, then shook my head. "No, you didn't," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. Merak nodded, satisfied. "See? Now, eat. You need your strength."
I picked up the fork, my hand trembling slightly. But I just couldn't put it in my mouth. I felt like I was betraying myself, giving in to this new reality where I wasn't my own person anymore.
Merak noticed my struggle and sighed. "Ombre, listen to me. You are not a pet. You are a human being. You can make choices, including when and what to eat. We won't force you to do anything."
Ankoku rolled his eyes. "Merak, you're being too soft. He needs to learn his place."
Merak shot him a warning look. "And he will, in time.
But pushing him too hard, too fast, will only break him, Ankoku. Is that what you want?" Merak's voice was firm, his gaze unwavering as he stared down Ankoku.
Ankoku held his gaze for a moment before sighing and leaning back in his chair. "Fine. Have it your way. But mark my words, Merak. That boy needs structure, discipline. He can't just run wild."
Merak turned his attention back to me, his golden-yellow eyes softening. "Ombre, eat. Please."
I stared at the food, flashbacks to when my father yelled at me for being a failure and starved me for months. I paused, trying to put food in my mouth, trying to open my mouth. But nothing worked.
My body refused to cooperate, my throat constricting as if invisible hands were squeezing it shut.
Merak noticed my distress and reached out, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Ombre, it's alright. You don't have to eat if you're not ready."
Ankoku scoffed, "What are you doing, Merak? You're coddling him. He needs to learn to follow orders."
Merak shot him a glare, silencing him. "Not everything is about dominance, Ankoku. Sometimes, patience and understanding are key."
I looked up at Merak, gratitude shining in my eyes. "Thank you, Me-"
"Master." Ankoku corrected, "You are to call us Master, cutie." "Yes, Master," I murmured, feeling a strange mix of fear and gratitude towards Merak. He had shown me kindness, but I knew better than to forget my place. Ankoku smirked, "Good boy. You need your strength for later." I looked up at him, confusion etched on my face. "For later?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Merak cleared his throat, "Ankoku, perhaps we should discuss this in private." Ankoku waved a dismissive hand, "Why bother?
He's going to find out sooner or later. Besides, I think it's best he knows what's expected of him." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Tonight, Ombre, you will serve us. In every way imaginable."
I looked at him, confused, "What do you mean by "serve," Master?"
Ankoku chuckled, a low, predatory sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, sweet Ombre. You really are innocent, aren't you?" He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Tonight, you will pleasure us. With your mouth, your hands, your body."
I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment and something else, something I didn't quite understand. I looked down, avoiding their gazes. "I-I don't know how to do that, Master," I admitted, my voice barely audible.
Ankoku raised an eyebrow, "Ombre, are you a virgin?" I blushed even deeper, unable to meet his gaze. "Yes, Master," I whispered. Merak sighed, "Ankoku, stop teasing him. Can't you see he's nervous?" Ankoku shrugged, "I'm just preparing him for what's to come. Besides, it's not every day we get a fresh, untouched toy like this one." I flinched at his words, feeling a pang of unease. Merak shot him a warning look, "Enough, Ankoku.
You're making him uncomfortable." Ankoku rolled his eyes but fell silent, leaning back in his chair. "Ombre, tonight is about learning, about exploring. You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. Just... try, okay?" I looked up at him, grateful for his kindness. "Okay, Master," I whispered. Ankoku smirked, "Well, isn't that sweet? Our little virgin is going to try his best." I ignored him, focusing on Merak instead.
"What do I need to do, Master?"
Merak smiled gently, "Just relax, Ombre. Tonight is about discovery, about pleasure. We won't push you too hard, too fast."
Ankoku snorted, "Speak for yourself, Merak. I say we test his limits."
Merak shot him a stern look, silencing him. "We'll start slow, Ombre. First, you'll undress us."
I blinked, surprised. "Undress you, Master?"
Merak nodded, "Yes. Slowly, carefully.
Take your time," Merak instructed, his voice soft yet firm. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. I stood up, my legs still wobbly from days of immobility, and approached Merak.
His golden-yellow eyes watched me intently, his expression unreadable. I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I grasped the hem of his shirt. I pulled it up slowly, revealing inch after inch of smooth, tanned skin. Merak lifted his arms, allowing me to remove the shirt completely.
Next, I moved on to his pants.
I tried to undo the button, but my hands wouldn't let me. I was so shy and embarrassed.
I had never done anything like this before. I had never even seen another man naked, let alone touched one intimately. But here I was, standing between these two powerful men, feeling their eyes on me, waiting for me to undress them.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I started with Merak, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. One by one, I popped them open, revealing more of his chest. His skin was smooth and warm to the touch, and I could feel the muscles beneath tensing as I worked.
Merak's eyes never left mine, his gaze intense yet reassuring. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach, and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. It fell to the floor with a soft rustle, leaving Merak bare-chested.
Next, I turned my attention to his pants. My heart pounded in my chest as I hooked my fingers into the waistband, pulling it away from his body. I could feel the heat radiating from him, and I caught a glimpse of dark hair peeking out from the top of his boxers. I quickly looked away, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
I had never seen a man like this before, and the sight of Merak's semi-hard cock straining against his boxers sent a jolt of unexpected desire through me. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan, and focused on removing his pants completely. I tugged them down his legs, and he stepped out of them, leaving him standing before me in nothing but his boxers.
Merak's golden-yellow eyes softened as he watched me, his expression unreadable. "Well done, Ombre," he praised softly. He poked his boxers so that his cock could be seen, "Kneel."
I hesitated, looking up at him, "But, Master-" "Kneel, Ombre," Merak repeated, his voice firm yet gentle. I took a deep breath and sank to my knees, my eyes level with his cock. It was thick and long, veined and throbbing, and I felt a wave of panic rise within me. I had never done anything like this before, and the thought of taking him into my mouth made my stomach churn.
Ankoku chuckled, "Don't worry, sweet thing. You don't have to swallow it whole. That will be done after a few minutes."
Merak looked at me, a hand on my hair, "Suck." I hesitated, looking at his cock, then back at him. "I-I don't know how, Master," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. Merak smiled gently, "It's easy, Ombre. Just open your mouth and take me in. Use your tongue, your lips. Explore, taste." I leaned forward, my heart pounding in my chest, and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. It was salty and warm, and I could feel it pulsing against my tongue.
I tentatively swirled my tongue around the head, tasting the bead of precome that had gathered there. Merak let out a soft groan, his fingers tightening in my hair.
"Good, Ombre. Just like that," he encouraged, his voice husky. I felt a surge of pride at his praise, and I took him in further, my lips stretching around his thickness. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, and I gagged, my eyes watering.
Merak immediately pulled back, concern etched on his face. "Are you alright?" Merak asked, his voice laced with concern. I nodded, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Yes, Master. I'm fine," I assured him, my voice hoarse. Merak smiled gently, "Remember, Ombre. Take your time. There's no rush." I took a deep breath, steeling myself for another attempt. This time, I relaxed my throat, focusing on breathing through my nose as I took Merak in deeper. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat again, but I pushed through the discomfort, determined to please him.
Merak's groans grew louder, his hips bucking slightly as he fucked my mouth. I could feel his cock swelling, and I knew he was close.
Suddenly, he pulled out, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Stop," he commanded, his voice hoarse. "Did I do something wrong, Master?"
Merak shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "No, Ombre. You did perfectly.
I just don't want to finish in your mouth. Not yet," he explained, his golden-yellow eyes gleaming with desire. He helped me to my feet, his hands lingering on my arms. "Now, it's Ankoku's turn."
I turned to face Ankoku, my heart pounding in my chest. He was lounging on the couch, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched us. He stood up, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.
"Come here, pretty thing," he purred, beckoning me closer.
I walked to him, before he tugged me down to my knees.
He was already hard, his cock straining against his pants. He grabbed my hand, placing it on his crotch. "Feel that, Ombre? That's what you do to me," he growled, his voice laced with desire.
I gulped, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. I had never been with anyone like this before, and the intensity of Ankoku's gaze was both intimidating and thrilling.
"Undress me," he ordered, his voice firm. I nodded, my hands shaking as I reached for the hem of his sweater.
I pulled it up slowly, revealing inch after inch of tanned skin and toned muscles. Ankoku's eyes never left mine, his gaze intense and unyielding. Once the sweater was off, I moved on to his pants, my fingers fumbling with the button.
Ankoku watched me, his eyes gleaming with amusement as I struggled. "Need some help, pretty thing?" he taunted, his voice laced with mockery.
I gritted my teeth, determined to do this on my own. I finally managed to undo the button and zipper, and I tugged his pants down his legs. He stepped out of them, leaving him standing before me in nothing but his boxers.
Ankoku's cock strained against the fabric, and I could see the outline of its thickness and length. I swallowed hard, trying to suppress the sudden wave of nerves that washed over me.
Ankoku's cock was larger than Merak's, and I couldn't help but wonder if I'd be able to handle it. But I didn't want to disappoint them, especially not after Merak had praised me earlier.
"Go on, Ombre," Merak encouraged, his voice soft yet firm. "You can do this." I reached out, my fingers brushing against Ankoku's cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. I could feel it twitching, hardening even more at my touch. "Suck." Ankoku's command was sharp, his voice brooking no argument. I hesitated, looking up at him, then back at his cock. I could see the outline of it, thick and long, straining against the fabric of his boxers. It was hot and hard, pulsing with life. I could taste the saltiness of his precome, and I tentatively swirled my tongue around the head, exploring the ridges and veins.
Ankoku let out a low groan, his fingers tangling in my hair. "That's it, pretty thing. Show me what you've got."
I took him in deeper, my lips stretching around his thickness. Ankoku's grip tightened in my hair, and he held me there, his cock lodged in my throat.
"Breathe through your nose, Ombre," Merak advised, his voice soft yet firm. I nodded, trying to focus on his words.
Ankoku's cock was large, filling my mouth completely. I could feel it throbbing, pulsating with life. I tried to relax my throat, to take him in deeper, but I gagged, my eyes watering. "Easy, pretty thing. You'll get used to it," he promised, his voice laced with amusement. He released his grip on my hair, allowing me to pull back and catch my breath.
I gasped for air, my lungs burning as I tried to regain my composure.Then, Ankoku pushed me down again, his hands on my head, "Continue." This time, I focused on relaxing my jaw, my throat, my entire body. I took Ankoku in slowly, inch by inch, until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but I pushed through it, determined to please him.
Ankoku groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Good boy," he praised, his voice hoarse with desire. I felt a surge of pride at his words, and I doubled my efforts, using my tongue, my lips, my entire mouth to pleasure him.
Ankoku's groans grew louder, his hips bucking slightly as he fucked my mouth. I asked, looking up at him, my lips glistening with saliva and precome.
Ankoku shook his head, a smug smile playing on his lips. "No, pretty thing. You did just fine.
Now, stand up," Ankoku commanded, releasing his hold on my hair. I rose to my feet, my legs wobbling slightly. Merak was quick to steady me, his hand firm on my elbow. "Are you alright, Ombre?" he asked, his golden-yellow eyes filled with concern. I nodded, swallowing hard. I'm fine," I replied, my voice hoarse from the effort. "You're not fine, pretty thing.
You're shaking," Ankoku observed, his voice laced with amusement. He reached out, trailing a finger along my jawline, tilting my chin up so that I was forced to meet his gaze. "But don't worry, I'll take care of you," he promised, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.
I swallowed hard, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation. I had no idea what he meant, but I trusted Merak. If he said it was okay, then it must be.
Ankoku turned to Merak, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Shall we move this to the bedroom, Merak? I think our little toy is ready for the next lesson."
Merak nodded, his golden-yellow eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, I believe he is. Come, Ombre. Let's continue this in a more comfortable setting."
I followed them, my heart pounding in my chest. The bedroom was just as lavish as the rest of the penthouse, with a king-sized bed in the center, draped in rich, velvet covers. The walls were adorned with more portraits of sirens and mermaids, their eyes seeming to watch me as I entered.
I felt a shiver run down my spine, a mix of apprehension and curiosity coursing through me.
Merak sat down on the edge of the bed, patting the space beside him. "Come, Ombre. Sit with me."
I hesitated for a moment before complying, my legs feeling like lead as I made my way towards him. Ankoku, meanwhile, leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You did well today, Ombre," Merak began, his voice soft yet firm.
"But now, it's time for the real fun to begin." He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, tilting my chin up so that I was forced to meet his gaze. "Do you know why we bought you, Ombre?" he asked, his golden-yellow eyes gleaming with desire.
I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest. "N-No, Master," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Merak smiled, a slow, predatory smile that sent shivers down my spine. "We bought you because we wanted to play with you, Ombre.
To use you, to pleasure ourselves with your body," Merak explained, his voice low and husky. "But don't worry, we won't hurt you. Not unless you ask us to," he added, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
I gulped, feeling a mix of fear and excitement at his words. I had never been with anyone like this before, and the thought of being used, of being at their mercy, sent a jolt of desire through me.
Ankoku pushed off from the doorframe, stalking towards me like a predator.
"You heard the man, Ombre. Time to play." He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look up at him. "And you're going to be such a good little toy, aren't you?" he growled, his eyes gleaming with lust.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, Master," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Ankoku smirked, releasing my chin. "Good boy." He turned to Merak, "Which hole should we start with, Merak?
His ass or his mouth?" Merak leaned back, his golden-yellow eyes gleaming with desire. "Why not both at the same time?"
"Alright, I'll take his ass then." Ankoku said, a wicked smile on his face.
He turned to me, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Strip, Ombre. Now." I hesitated, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I had never been naked in front of anyone before, let alone two powerful men like Merak and Ankoku. But I knew better than to disobey. I stood up, my hands shaking as I reached for the hem of my shirt. I pulled it off, revealing my pale skin and lean muscles. I could feel their eyes on me, watching my every move. I quickly removed my pants and underwear, standing before them completely naked.
My cock hung limp between my legs, a stark contrast to their hardness. Ankoku smirked, "Look at that thick-long-ass cock..." He said in awe, "Are you sure you're a virgin?" I blushed, looking down at my cock. "Yes, Master," I confirmed, my voice barely above a whisper. Ankoku chuckled, "Well, that's about to change, pretty thing." He turned to Merak, "Help me prepare him." Merak nodded, standing up and walking towards the nightstand. He opened the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. He tossed the condom to Ankoku, who caught it with ease. Then, he turned to me, his golden-yellow eyes softening. "Lie down on the bed, Ombre."
Merak carried me to the bed, before making my back face Ankoku and my front face him. He pushed his fingers into my mouth.
"M-mm!" I mumbled around Merak's fingers, my eyes locked onto his. He pushed them in deeper, coating them with my saliva. I could feel my cock starting to harden, my body responding to the intimacy of the moment. Get them nice and wet," Merak instructed, his voice low and husky. He withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty. I whimpered, missing the sensation already.
Ankoku chuckled behind me, his hands gripping my ass cheeks firmly. "Don't worry, pretty thing."
"A-ah!" I cried out as Ankoku's slick fingers probed my virgin hole, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. I could feel the stretch, the burn, as he worked them in and out, scissoring them to loosen me up. Merak watched me, his golden-yellow eyes filled with lust and concern. "Relax, Ombre. Breathe through it," he coached, his voice soft yet firm.
I tried to follow his advice, taking deep breaths as Ankoku continued to stretch me. It hurt, but there was something else too, something I couldn't quite put my finger on.
A warmth, a tingling sensation that spread from my ass to the rest of my body. I could feel my cock hardening, pressing against the sheets beneath me. I was embarrassed by my body's reaction, but I couldn't help it. This was all new to me, and my body was responding in ways I didn't understand.
Ankoku added a third finger, and I gasped, my back arching as he stretched me wider. "Fuck, you're tight," he growled, his voice laced with desire. "But don't worry, pretty thing.
I'll make sure you enjoy it too," Ankoku promised, his voice low and husky. He withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and wanting. Merak reached out, his hand wrapping around my cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Shh, Ombre. We'll take care of you," he murmured, his golden-yellow eyes filled with desire. Ankoku tore open the condom packet, rolling the latex sheath over his thick, long cock. He coated it generously with lube, making it glisten in the dim light of the room.
I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, as he lined himself up with my entrance. "Ready, pretty thing?" he asked, his voice low and husky. I nodded, my breath hitching in my throat. Ankoku gripped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh as he began to push inside me. I gasped, my eyes widening as I felt the thick head of his cock breach my virgin hole. It burned, stretching me wider than I ever thought possible.
I clenched my teeth, trying to hold back a cry as Ankoku pushed in deeper, inch by agonizing inch. Merak watched me, his golden-yellow eyes filled with concern and desire. "Breathe, Ombre," he reminded me, his voice soft yet firm. I took a deep breath, trying to relax my body as Ankoku bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Ankoku groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. "But you can take it, can't you, pretty thing?"
I nodded, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Yes, Master," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. Ankoku began to move, his hips pulling back slowly before snapping forward, burying himself deep inside me. I cried out, my fingers clawing at the sheets beneath me as he set a punishing pace, fucking me hard and fast.
"Oh, oh, oh!" I chanted, my eyes squeezed shut as I tried to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body. It hurt, but it also felt incredible, like nothing I had ever experienced before.
Ankoku's cock filled me completely, hitting spots I didn't even know existed. I could feel every ridge, every vein as he slid in and out of me, his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust.
Merak watched us, his golden-yellow eyes gleaming with desire. He stroked his own cock, his hand moving in time with Ankoku's thrusts. "That's it, Ombre. Take his cock like a good little toy," he encouraged, his voice low and husky.
I moaned, my body writhing as Ankoku fucked me harder, faster.
Merak's hand on my cock kept pace, stroking me in time with Ankoku's thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
"Fuck, you feel so good, pretty thing," Ankoku grunted, his fingers digging into my hips. "Your ass is so tight, milking my cock like a good little slut."
I whimpered, my cheeks flushing at his crude words. But there was no denying the thrill they sent through me, the way they made my cock leak precome onto Merak's hand.
I bucked my hips, fucking myself on Merak's fist as Ankoku pounded into me from behind. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with our moans and grunts.
"Fuck, you're enjoying this, aren't you, pretty thing?" Ankoku growled, his voice laced with amusement and desire. "Taking our cocks like a good little slut." But I couldn't deny the truth in them.
My body was betraying me, responding to their touch, their words, in ways I never thought possible. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as Merak's hand worked my cock, as Ankoku's cock filled my ass."
Ankoku leaned over, his breath hot on my ear. "You like that, don't you, pretty thing? Being used like a little fucktoy. Taking our cocks, pleasing us."
I whimpered, my body writhing as he spoke, his words sending a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.
"Yes, Master," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I-I like it." Ankoku chuckled, his voice low and husky. "Good boy. Now, let's give you something else to like." He reached around, his hand wrapping around my cock, giving it a firm squeeze. I gasped, my hips bucking as he began to stroke me in time with his thrusts. "Oh, fuck! Yes, Master!" I cried out, my body convulsing as he worked me over, his hand and cock moving in perfect sync.
Merak's hand on my cock was relentless, his grip tight as he jerked me off, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, you're close, aren't you, pretty thing?" Ankoku growled, his voice laced with desire. "Your ass is squeezing my cock so tight, I can feel you throbbing around me."
I could only whimper in response, my body writhing as they brought me to the brink of ecstasy. Merak leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss.
His tongue pushed into my mouth, exploring, dominating, as his hand continued to work my cock. I moaned into his mouth, my body writhing as Ankoku's cock filled my ass, Merak's hand jerking me off.
Ankoku's fingers dug into my hips, his grip almost painful as he pounded into me, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come, pretty thing," he growled, his voice ragged with desire.
Merak pulled back, his golden-yellow eyes gleaming with lust. "Not yet, Ankoku.
I want to feel him come first," Merak commanded, his voice firm yet gentle. Ankoku grunted, slowing his pace but not stopping entirely. He leaned back, his hands gripping my shoulders as he began to ride me slowly, his hips rolling in a sensuous rhythm.
Merak's hand on my cock picked up speed, his grip tightening as he jerked me off. "Come for us, Ombre. Show us how much you love being our little fucktoy," he urged, his voice low and husky.
"Ah... aahhh!" I screamed, my body convulsing as Merak's hand worked my cock, his thumb rubbing circles around the sensitive head. Ankoku's cock filled my ass, his hips slamming against me, driving me forward onto Merak's hand. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure bordering on pain as they used my body for their pleasure.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Ombre," Ankoku grunted, his fingers digging into my shoulders.
"I can feel your asshole clenching around my cock, milking me for all I've got."
I moaned, my body writhing as he continued to fuck me slowly, his hips rolling in a sensual rhythm. Merak's hand on my cock was relentless, his grip tight as he jerked me off, bringing me back to the edge of ecstasy.
"Please, Masters," I begged, my voice ragged with desire. "Let me come. I need to come."
Merak looked at Ankoku, a wicked gleam in his golden-yellow eyes. "You heard the boy, Ankoku.
Let him come," Merak said, a cruel smile playing on his lips. Ankoku grinned, his eyes gleaming with lust. "With pleasure," he growled, picking up the pace once more. His hips slammed against my ass, his cock filling me completely with each thrust. Merak's hand on my cock was a blur, his grip tight as he jerked me off, matching Ankoku's brutal pace.
My body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and pain as they used me, dominated me, brought me to the brink of ecstasy and held me there. Ankoku grunted, his voice ragged with desire. "Your ass is squeezing my cock so fucking tight, I can feel you throbbing around me."
I could only whimper in response, my body writhing as they brought me to the edge.
Merak's hand on my cock was relentless, his grip tight as he jerked me off, matching Ankoku's brutal pace. My balls tightened, my orgasm building like a storm on the horizon. Ankoku growled, his voice ragged with desire.
I could only nod, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Merak's hand on my cock was relentless, his grip tight as he jerked me off, matching Ankoku's brutal pace. "Fuck, you're close, aren't you, pretty thing? Your ass is squeezing my cock so fucking tight, I can feel you throbbing around me."
I could only whimper in response, my body writhing as they brought me to the edge.
I could only nod, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
"G-get me over the edge, Masters," I pleaded, my voice hoarse with desire. Ankoku growled, his cock driving deep inside me, filling me completely with each pulse. Merak's hand on my cock was relentless, his grip tight as he pumped me in time with Ankoku's brutal pace.
The sensations were overwhelming, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a circus of hedonism.
Ankoku's hands gripped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh as he began to fuck me with a primal, animalistic energy. His cock hit a sweet spot within me, setting off a chain reaction of sensations that sent my body into convulsions. I screamed out, flexing my inner muscles, feeling them grab onto Ankoku's throbbing member as I milked him dry.
Merak, meanwhile, had moved downwards and buried his tongue deep in my ass, his deep, hungry growls filling the room as he savored my tangy taste.
His deft fingers played over my hole, spreading it wide, readying me for his thick, swollen length. I groaned and writhed against him, my body on fire as their rough touches sent my senses reeling.
"I can't wait to feel that tight hole wrapped around my cock," Ankoku murmured, his voice filled with raw lust. He pushed in, the broad head of his slick dick teasing me, setting off mini fireworks in my nether regions. I took a deep breath and nodded my assent, prompting him to push in deeper.
With a guttural grunt, Ankoku plunged his cock into me all the way, stretching my ass to its limits. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt the raw length of him inside me. I felt full, invaded - and it was glorious.
Ankoku set a punishing pace, his cock hammering into me with rough, unforgiving thrusts. I could do nothing but hang on for the ride as he brutally claimed me, marking me as his own.
"You're mine, you understand?" Ankoku grunted, wrapping an arm around my waist to yank me back against him. "Mine and Merak's."
My hands clawed at the bedsheets as he plunged into me, each thrust going impossibly deeper, filling me to the brim with his thick, pulsing shaft.
"Oh, fuck," I moaned, my brain short-circuiting as Merak took my cock into his mouth.