Chapter 1
Happy Chinese New Year!
Josiah’s POV:
“Yes, my love. That’s a good boy.” I patted the head of the man kneeling before me, his face pressed against his left thigh. The ball gag looked particularly exquisite. A grin stretched across my face as I surveyed him—bound wrists behind his back, ankles secured with thick leather cuffs.
Naked. Entirely bare for my viewing pleasure. A blindfold obscured his eyes, and the welts crisscrossing his back and torso were a sight to behold. An eight-inch, three-inch thick dildo was fully seated in his ass, his sphincter clenched tight around it, sucking greedily. A truly wonderful sight.
“I’ll give you a treat after this.” He panted, the sound muffled by the gag, but remained still. “Such a good, obedient boy. That’s why I love you so much. You know how deep my love is, don’t you?”
He nodded, and I grinned at his compliance, resuming my strokes of his hair. Such a good boy. I could barely contain my anticipation for hanging him up again, whipping him senseless while we fucked him. The thought alone brought me to hardness.
“King Josiah, there’s an emergency!” A guard barged into the hall without knocking, his face etched with anxiety.
“Speak.” I commanded, my gaze icy and hard. The guard flinched, but stood his ground.
“Five intruders have managed to infiltrate the castle grounds. They’re heading this way, Your Majesty.” He spoke fearfully. I continued to stroke the man’s hair, enjoying the contrast of tenderness and control.
“Got it. Leave. Guard the doors.”
“Yes, King Josiah!” He saluted, then bolted, the clatter of his armor echoing in the hall.
“You heard him, my love. Go.” I removed the man’s blindfold, ball gag, and cuffs. He stood, legs shaky as he regained his balance.
“How long will you need today?” His eyes, a shade of ecru, stared at the floor as he bowed low.
“Fifteen minutes, Master.” He whispered, his voice laced with fear. Such a good boy.
“Good. You know the drill.”
“Yes, Master.” He disappeared swiftly, leaving me alone. I wondered where Jason was. My twin brother shared my tastes for BDSM, but with a Daddy kink. We’d agreed to let our pet call me Master and Jason Daddy to avoid confusion.
Our pet is the castle’s best assassin, yet a sucker for affection, making him easy to manipulate. He’s foolish, but we don’t complain. Easy fucks aren’t easy to come by, especially those who willingly submit to bondage, whipping, and double penetration. Those who declined had been sent to the executioner’s block.
“You’re back. Where were you?” I questioned Jason as he entered.
“Had to get thicker ropes, a ring gag, and this new toy.” He grinned, revealing a whip studded with spikes. Damn. This will decorate his back beautifully.
“Shall we use it tonight?” I suggested, watching his grin widen.
“You bet.”
“I’ll do it this time. You’ll subdue him, and I want him conscious as I fuck him.” He rolled his eyes. “Fucking an unconscious man is like fucking a corpse. What’s the point if you can’t hear his screams?”
“We’ll just fuck him while whipping him then.”
“I’m fine with that too.” Tonight would be…fun.
Eros’s POV:
“Ouch…” I groaned quietly as I pulled on my dark, thin clothes. The thick ropes continued to bite into my skin with every movement, the dildo digging deep and painfully into my ass as I tugged up my pants. It hurt. Everything hurt.
But…it was worth it. It was all worth it.
“Eros.” A deep, comforting voice. I turned to see Damon, my best friend and work partner, standing behind me.
“Damon. What are you doing here?”
Damon's appearance: [Image of a handsome man with sharp features, dark hair, and intense eyes.]
“They sent me to aid you.” He quickly changed into clothes identical to mine, then tied a long black cloth around his head to conceal his face.
“You…still with them?” He questioned calmly.
“Yes.” He clenched his fists, then let out a frustrated growl.
“Why, Eros? Can’t you see they’re just taking advantage of you? They don’t really love you! You’re being fooled!”
“I can judge them on my own, Damon. And I clearly see that they love me.”
“You call whipping, flogging, tying, humiliating, and even double penetrating you ‘love’? Are you insane?!” He shouted, his voice echoing in the empty changing room.
“We have ten minutes left. We’ll continue later.” I didn’t want to argue further. I took my katana, then disappeared, leaving him behind.
My katana: [Image of a katana with a black blade, reflecting light.] In darkness, it's pure black.
They love me, obviously. They pat my head gently, stroke my hair tenderly, make love to me, and kiss me daily. They even call me their love. How is that not loving me? No one has ever shown me such affection or kindness. Never in my life.
They do love me…right?