Eros’s POV:
How many days have they kept me locked in here? I think three, maybe five… or even more. Time has become a blur. A groan escaped my lips as my stomach twisted with hunger, arms wrapped around my belly, curling in on myself with pain. It’s a gnawing, hollow ache.
My lips are cracked and bleeding from dehydration, and a shiver runs through me, a chill born of cold and starvation. The lights outside were extinguished when they left me. It’s always dark now. But… it’s alright. They’ve fed me their cum. They say I shouldn’t waste what they give, or they’ll leave me to rot. I know they’ll be back soon. They’ll make me feel loved again. Soon. I hope soon. I miss them.
Then, the doors clanged open, and the lights flickered on, revealing my lovers standing there with a tray. Food. They cared. They’d return.
“Hi, love. How’s my good boy doing?” Master asked, his voice soft as he walked towards me. I struggled to sit up, earning a smile. “That’s our good boy. Knowing what to do when you see us.” He rubbed my cheek affectionately, and Daddy locked the doors behind him.
“We’ve brought you food, baby boy. Are you hungry?” His touch felt so good, a forgotten warmth. I’d missed it so much.
I nodded, and they gestured for me to come closer. Crawling to them on my hands and knees, weak and trembling, they pulled me forward by the collar—a collar they’d fastened on me the first day they locked me in here—and held me before them.
“Next time when we motion you to come, you make sure that you're before us in 5 seconds. Got it?” Master warned, his voice a low rumble. I nodded quickly.
“I’m sorry to make you angry, Master. Please forgive me. Don’t leave me.” I begged, tears streaming down my face. I didn’t want them to leave. They were the only ones who loved me. No one else. They couldn’t leave me.
“Shhh. Don’t cry, baby boy. We won’t leave you, right?” Daddy’s voice was soothing. They wouldn’t?
“Of course we won’t, love. But you have to be a good boy and make us please. Got it?” Master assured me, stroking my chin with delicate fingers. I nuzzled into his touch.
“Y-Yes, Master. Yes, Daddy.” They looked down at me, adoration in their eyes, before they began to unfasten their belts and drop their pants. Their cocks, long and thick, were exposed.
“That’s our good boy. Now suck me, and you’ll get rewarded.” Master pointed to a plate, a plate of… food? He leaned back, exposing himself. Daddy, beside him, stroked his length, watching.
I wet my lips, bent over his cock, and licked the head gently. It stood hard and straight in anticipation. I swirled my tongue around it, then licked his shaft from base to tip, and pre-cum beaded at the edge. Master groaned in delight. My Master loved it. I was glad I could satisfy him.
I took his whole length into my mouth, bobbing my head down along his length, swirling my tongue, sucking hard. He cursed loudly. At the corner of my eyes, I saw Daddy pumping himself, grunting deeply as he watched my lips disappear around Master’s length.
“Fuck! I’m going to cum!” Master hissed, grabbing my hair and thrusting hard against the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, tears spilling from my eyes. Relaxing my throat as much as I could, Master continued, slamming down repeatedly, his balls hitting my face with each thrust.
“Fuck! I’m cumming! Swallow it all, love!” He commanded, and shot his hot load down my throat, then pulled out quickly to add it to the plate of food. “Here you go. For being such a good boy.” He placed the cum-filled plate on the ground, and my stomach growled at the sight.
“Eat them clean, love. Leave nothing behind.” I nodded, bent down on my knees, and stuffed myself with the food using my bare hands, groaning with each mouthful. It tasted… wonderful.
“My turn.” Daddy announced, walking behind me with his cock erect. He raised my hips with large hands as I focused on eating, spreading my cheeks and aligning his tip to my hole. Shit. No lube again. He thrust deeply in one hard shot, and I cried out in pain, dropping the food back onto the plate as I tried to adjust.
“Continue eating, baby boy. You want to make daddy happy, don’t you?” Daddy said huskily as he started to slam into my tight hole. I nodded quickly, tears in my eyes. It hurt.
He rammed continuously and rapidly, giving me no time to breathe as I choked on the air and the food I was trying to swallow. My throat burned from being fucked, and it hurt to swallow even saliva. I coughed, my airway blocked, tears clouding my eyes as I struggled to breathe. I couldn’t… I couldn’t breathe. It hurt.
Feeling my limbs weaken, I fell limply onto the ground beside the plate, gasping for air. It was useless. I couldn’t get it out. The stickiness of the cum made it worse. I felt myself fading in and out of consciousness as I tried to stay awake, but soon succumbed to darkness with the erupting pain in my ass as Daddy continued to slam into me. Could they see I couldn’t breathe? Why weren’t they helping me? Why were they…
Lucifer’s POV:
“Lucifer!”
I turned from the kitchen, where I’d been sorting through a mountain of laundry, to see my mother standing there with her arms crossed. She looked furious.
“How many times do I have to tell you that the laundry basket is for laundries only and not for your rubbish?! You’re making their lives difficult, you know?” She reprimanded, gesturing at the maids who stood there with anxious looks on their faces.
“I-It’s really nothing, Madam!” They said quickly.
Mum shushed them before turning back to me, glaring. “Fine, fine. I’ll throw them into the bin next time…”
“If I remember,” I muttered under my breath.
“You better remember, Lucifer Merci, or I’ll make you wash all your laundries yourself. Got it?”
“Yes, Mum…” I sighed. Never piss her off. It’s a rule I’ve lived by for the past 28 years.
“Good.” She said gleefully, patting my head before throwing me the laundry basket. “Sort them now.”
I nodded obediently.
As I poured the contents onto the ground and began to sort through them, Mum came dashing down the stairs, an excited grin on her face.
“What?”
“I’ve managed to set up a date for you with Princess Yuri! Isn’t that great?” She squealed, her eyes shining like flashlights.
What. The. Fuck?
“Not going.”
Her jaw dropped. She stared at me as if I’d grown a second head.
“Whyyyy? She’s a quiet, obedient, kind-hearted and beautiful girl. She’s also respectful and knows how to cook and clean!”
“I don’t like those type of girls.”
“How about Princess Erza then? She’s fierce, commanding, loud and violent.” No. Definitely not her. The last time she came to a ball my Mum hosted, she’d burned the whole garden to ashes when I accidentally spilled white wine on her. It was white wine! No one could tell if her dress was even stained.
“No.”
“How about—”
“I’ll find my spouse myself, Mum. I believe that when the time comes, I’m sure to find him or her.” I’m bisexual, and my Mum knows that well. Not that she minds, of course. That’s why I love her so much, even though she annoys the shit out of me most of the time.
“You better. I want grand-babies soon! I’m going to spoil them so badly!”
Sigh…
“Yes, Mum…” What a bother.