I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 42 · Oct 21, 2026

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Chapter 42: Chapter 42

Lysander’s pov

The heavy metal door clicked shut, leaving a suffocating, terrifying silence hanging over the dark, freezing holding cell.

I lay completely motionless on the gritty stone floor, my pale skin painted in sticky mess, my throat raw and burning from hours of continuous abuse.

Every muscle in my body trembled violently, my mind so thoroughly broken and detached that I couldn’t even summon the physical energy to pull my knees up.

Gideon’s heavy footsteps echoed slowly across the room until his polished leather shoes stopped directly in front of my face.

”Get up on your knees, Lysander,” his voice drifted down, cold, smooth, and completely devoid of mercy or warmth.

I couldn’t move. My jaw felt completely unhinged, my knees were bruised black and blue, and fresh tears kept leaking silently from my swollen eyes.

He let out a low, impatient sigh, leaning down to grab a fistful of my damp blonde hair and yanking my head backward with force.

A breathless, choked cry tore from my raw throat as he dragged my chest off the stone, forcing me up onto my knees before him.

”I said get up,” he growled low, his dark eyes burning with an unyielding, terrifying hunger as he stared down at my ruined face.

”You spent the last hour pleasing every random stranger who walked through that door. Now it’s my turn, little brother.”

”P-Please...” I whimpered, my voice nothing more than a hoarse, broken raspy whisper that barely carried through the quiet room. ”G-Gideon... no more... please...”

Gideon ignored my pathetic pleas completely, unbuckling his belt with one hand while holding my head pinned tightly with the other.

The sharp rasp of his zipper sounded like a death sentence in the silent, dark room as he pulled his broad, fully erect length free into the air.

He stepped directly between my thighs, shoving his thick shaft against my swollen, mess-stained lips without a single drop of hesitation.

”Open your mouth and take me,” he commanded, his grip tightening in my blonde hair until my scalp felt like it was tearing. ”You know how I like it.”

I parted my lips on pure, terrified reflex, taking the thick head of his cock past my teeth, choking as he guided himself deep into my raw throat.

Gideon set a deliberate, agonizing pace, sliding in and out of my mouth while holding my head firmly in place with both hands.

Every time my throat reflexively clamped down from the intrusion, he groaned out loud, his hips snapping forward to drive his glans against the back of my throat.

He wasn’t rushing. Unlike the other men who just wanted a quick release, Gideon took his sweet time, savoring every single tear that spilled down my flushed cheeks.

After ten suffocating minutes of using my throat like his personal sleeve, he roughly pulled his length from my lips, letting me drop forward onto my hands, gasping for air.

”On your back,” he ordered, grabbing my shoulder to flip my limp, exhausted body over onto the cold floor.

He grabbed my ankles, hauling my legs up and pinning my knees back against my chest, completely exposing my weeping, overstimulated lower half to his gaze.

I squeezed my eyes shut, crying out in sheer terror as I felt the broad, blunt tip of his cock press directly against my tight, aching hole.

”Gideon, no! Don’t—ah!” I shrieked as he pushed his cock an inch into my depths without warning or preparation.

My internal walls clamped down tightly around him, incredibly sore and sensitive from his earlier assault.

Gideon groaned sharply at the unbelievable tightness, his hands gripping my waist so hard his knuckles turned white against my skin.

Just as my mind braced for him to split me open completely, he suddenly stopped, holding his hips entirely still inside me.

”Look at me, Lysander,” he demanded, his voice thick with heavy, mounting arousal.

I opened my tear-blurred eyes, staring up into his dark, possessive gaze as he held himself buried just an inch deep inside my body.

Slowly, agonizingly, he began to rotate his hips in tiny, excruciating circles, dragging his broad head against my sensitive prostate without actually thrusting.

A sharp, involuntary gasp tore from my throat, my hips bucking upward on reflex as an unbearable surge of intense friction shot straight to my core.

”Aah! G-Gideon... please!” I sobbed out, my hands reaching up to clutch at his forearms desperately as my mind began to shatter under the sensory overload.

Every single time my body surged toward the edge of an overwhelming, unwanted climax, Gideon would abruptly freeze his hips, completely stilling the motion.

He held me right on the excruciating, agonizing razor’s edge of release, refusing to let my body snap, only to resume those tiny, torturous circles seconds later.

He edged me over and over for nearly forty agonizing minutes, pushing me to the absolute brink of a screaming orgasm before cutting off the friction entirely.

My body was burning, my mind completely shattered, the unbearable psychological torture driving me to the absolute end of my sanity.

”Pl-Please!” I wept hysterically, my head thrashing from side to side against the stone floor as my body burned from the unfulfilled, excruciating friction.

”Just... just let me cum! Please, Gideon! I can’t take it! Please fuck me!”

Gideon smirked down at my broken, sobbing form, his dark eyes glittering with total, absolute victory as he held me frozen on the precipice.

”You want me to let you cum, sweet boy?” he purred softly, leaning down so his hot breath fanned across my sensitive ear.

”You want me to drive my cock deep inside you and fix this unbearable ache?”

”Y-Yes! Yes, please!” I sobbed out, completely stripped of my dignity, my pride, my self-respect, and my sanity. ”Please, Gideon! Anything! I’ll do anything!”

Gideon stilled his hips completely, his thumb gently reaching down to stroke over my wet, trembling lower lip as he stared into my shattered eyes.

”Anything, Lysander?” Gideon whispered softly, a dark, triumphant smile slowly spreading across his face. ”You’ll do whatever I want?”

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