The door clicked shut behind Aryan, and for a moment, the only sound was our heavy, sweaty panting. Rohan looked at me, eyes wide with a mixture of panic and something else—anticipation. Before either of us could speak, my phone chimed with a specific, commanding tone. Master.
I scrambled for it, my slick fingers fumbling on the screen. I put it on speaker, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“What the fuck was that?” Master Ansh’s voice was a low, dangerous growl that sucked all the air out of the room. “Another one? What is on with this generation? All of your friends are fucking sluts in disguise.”
Rohan let out a shaky whimper, bowing his head. “Master, I’m so sorry, he just—”
“Silence, pet. I wasn’t talking to you.”
I swallowed hard. “Master, it was Aryan. Rohan’s roommate. He… he heard us. He came back.”
There was a long, tense pause on the other end, and I could practically feel him calculating, the gears turning in that brilliant, devious mind. “Put him on. Now.”
Rohan scrambled to his feet, naked and still glistening, and cracked the door open. Aryan was still standing right there, frozen in the hallway, his eyes glued to Rohan’s exposed body. “H-he wants to talk to you,” Rohan stammered.
Aryan stepped in slowly, his gaze sweeping over the scene—the two of us, naked, covered in the evidence of what we’d done, the phone lying between us like a conduit to a god. He looked nervous, but there was a sharp, curious glint in his eyes.
“Speak,” Master Ansh commanded.
“My name is Aryan,” he said, his voice surprisingly steady.
“Aryan. You interrupted my pets during their service. Do you have any idea the punishment that warrants?”
Aryan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “No, sir.”
“Sir?” Ansh’s laugh was a dark, thrilling thing. “You’re polite. I like that. Tell me, Aryan. What did you think when you saw them? When you heard them? Be precise.”
Aryan’s eyes flicked to Rohan, then to me, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. “I was… shocked. But… I couldn’t look away. It was… intense.”
“‘Intense.’ A safe word. Use a better one.”
“It was… fucking hot, sir,” Aryan breathed, the confession seeming to cost him something. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Do you want to see more?”
The question hung in the air, thick and heavy. Aryan stared at the phone, and I saw the war behind his eyes—the strict upbringing, the curiosity, the raw, undeniable pull. He gave a single, sharp nod.
“Use your words, boy.”
“Yes,” Aryan said, his voice stronger now. “Yes, I want to see more.”
“Good. Then you will join them. Consider this your audition. Rohan, Dhruv—on your knees. Facing each other. Now.”
We moved quickly, scrambling to obey, our knees hitting the hard floor. We were face to face, our breath mingling. My cock, which had begun to soften, twitched back to life at the sheer authority in his voice.
“Aryan, come closer. Stand behind Dhruv. Look at them. Look at how beautiful they are when they’re obedient. When they’re mine.”
I felt Aryan’s presence behind me, a new heat at my back. His hands hovered near my shoulders, unsure.
“Now, Aryan,” Master’s voice dropped to a filthy, intimate whisper. “I want you to reach around. I want you to take Dhruv’s pretty little cock in one hand, and Rohan’s in the other. I want you to feel how hard they are for me. How hard they are for you.”
Aryan’s breath hitched. I felt his fingers, tentative at first, then firmer, wrap around my shaft. His other hand did the same to Rohan. A jolt of electric heat shot through me. It was different than Rohan’s touch—new, unfamiliar, thrilling.
“That’s it. Feel how they leak for you? That’s their praise for you, Aryan. That’s their begging. Now jerk them off. Slow. I want to hear them beg for real.”
Aryan’s hands began to move, a slow, steady rhythm that made my hips buck involuntarily. Rohan’s eyes rolled back, a soft moan escaping his lips.
“Please,” I gasped, the word torn from me.
“Please what, you filthy cocksucker?” Master snarled, the degradation like a physical slap. “You have a new audience. Be specific.”
“Please, Master! Please let Aryan make me cum,” I begged, the words filthy and perfect on my tongue.
“Oh god, me too, Master, please,” Rohan echoed, his voice high and desperate.
“Look at you both,” Ansh purred, the praise a stark, beautiful contrast that made me shudder. “You were born for this. Born to be on your knees, showing off for a new friend. Born to be used. Aryan, are you hard?”
“Yes, sir,” Aryan groaned, his own hips pressing against my backside. I could feel the rigid line of his cock through his pants.
“Good. Dhruv, turn around. I want you to service our guest. Show him what a good little cocksucker you can be. Show him the talent my training has given you.”
I turned on my knees, my heart pounding. Aryan looked down at me, his eyes dark with lust and a flicker of awe. I didn’t wait for permission. My fingers went to his belt, fumbling with the buckle and button, pulling his zipper down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined and perfect. I leaned forward and dragged my tongue along the length of it, from base to tip, tasting the pre-cum already beading there.
“That’s it, you filthy whore. Show him.”
I took him into my mouth, swallowing him deep, my throat relaxing perfectly as I’d been taught. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, my eyes watering as I looked up at him. Aryan’s hands tangled in my hair, not forcing, but holding on for dear life as a guttural moan ripped from his throat.
“Rohan, don’t you dare stop touching yourself. Watch. Learn. This is how you worship a cock.”
I lost myself in the rhythm, in the taste of him, in the sound of Rohan’s frantic stroking and Ansh’s relentless, filthy praise in my ear. I was a thing of pure purpose, a mouth, a servant, and it was the most liberating feeling in the world.
Aryan’s hips began to stutter. “I’m… I’m close…”
“Not yet,” Master commanded. “Pull his head off, Aryan. I have a different finish in mind.”
Aryan gently pulled me off, his cock glistening with my saliva. My own need was a screaming fire in my gut.
“All three of you, on the bed. Now. Dhruv, on your hands and knees. Rohan, get behind him. I want you inside him. I want you to fuck him while he sucks Aryan’s dick. I want a perfect, filthy chain of service.”
We moved in a blissful, obedient daze, arranging ourselves on the messy sheets. I got into position, presenting myself, feeling more exposed and owned than ever before. Rohan’s hands gripped my hips, and I felt the blunt head of his cock press against me.
“Please, Rohan,” I whimpered, pushing back against him. “Fuck me.”
He pushed in, a smooth, glorious stretch that made me cry out, the sound muffled as Aryan guided his cock back into my waiting, eager mouth.
And as Rohan began to move, pounding into me with a frantic rhythm, and I swallowed Aryan down, Master Ansh’s voice was the only thing holding the universe together.
“Look at that. My perfect, filthy pets. A chain of depravity. You take that cock so well, Dhruv. You were made for this. You were born to be a sissy cock sleeve for real men. And Rohan, fuck him harder. Make him feel it tomorrow. Make him remember who he belongs to. And Aryan… look at that pretty boy between you, working so hard. Are you ready to give him his reward? Are you ready to flood that pretty mouth?”
Aryan could only groan, his fingers tightening in my hair as his thrusts became shallow and desperate. Rohan’s pace was brutal, each slam hitting that perfect spot inside me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, gagging, and moaning.
“I’m gonna cum,” Aryan choked out.
“Do it. Paint his throat. Mark him as yours, too.”
Aryan’s release hit the back of my throat, hot and salty, and I swallowed every last drop, moaning around him as the vibrations tipped Rohan over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, Rohan came inside me, his own release filling me, his body collapsing onto my back with a cry.
We lay there, a panting, sweaty, connected heap for a single second before Master’s voice cut through the aftermath.
“Beautiful. Absolutely fucking beautiful. Now, Dhruv, stay right there. Don’t you dare let a single drop of their cum escape you. Aryan, I want you to watch. I want you to see what happens to good boys who please me.”
