Regression
The night fell heavy and thick after that wild, initiatory day, the air still humming with the echoes of transformation. Tommy and his three Masters found themselves once more in the dream realm, kneeling before Belial and Luciferiel. Tommy was naked, his body trembling with anticipation, his cock already half-hard from the sheer weight of their divine presence. Behind him, Riccardo, Marco, and Francesca stood in silent reverence, their postures rigid with a mix of pride and awe.
Belial leaned forward on his obsidian throne, his crimson eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "We are pleased with your progress," he rumbled, his voice like distant thunder. "You have begun treating him as the dog he is, and he has already taken the initiative to offer himself as your footrest. But there are still parts of the routine that require deeper reprogramming—the most difficult parts." His gaze flicked to Tommy, who shivered under the weight of it. "And for that, little one, you must love the reprogramming. You must desire it with every fiber of your being. Are you ready?"
Tommy didn’t hesitate. "Yes, Masters," he whispered, his voice thick with devotion.
Belial positioned himself behind Tommy’s head, his massive form casting a shadow over him. Luciferiel materialized their aura, a swirling blend of light and darkness, more beautiful than ever, and held it in their hands.
And then—it happened.
Belial’s cock emerged, thick and veined, and with a single, fluid motion, it entered Tommy’s mind from behind, penetrating his thoughts, rewriting his synapses. Tommy gasped, his body arching as his mind was filled with the divine presence. At the same time, Luciferiel began stroking their aura as if it were a living, breathing thing, their fingers tracing patterns that made it writhe and pulse with pleasure.
"How does it feel, little one?" Luciferiel asked, their voice soft but commanding.
Tommy struggled to form words, his mind foggy with pleasure. "More," he managed to whisper. "I want more."
His three Masters exchanged stunned glances. They had never seen anyone so perfectly, so eagerly, embrace their own reprogramming.
Belial resumed fucking his mind, each thrust rewriting another layer of Tommy’s consciousness, his body trembling with pleasure. And now, Luciferiel pulled out their cock, glistening and radiant, and began gently fucking Tommy’s aura, their movements synchronized with Belial’s. The divine rhythm filled the chamber, the air thick with the scent of power and devotion.
Then, they stopped.
Tommy looked up at Luciferiel and his Masters, his expression serene, pure joy radiating from him. His cock dripped precum from his chastity cage, his body no longer walking but crawling on all fours, his movements animalistic and free. Luciferiel leaned down, their voice soft and affectionate. "Do you remember who your Masters are, little one?"
Tommy gazed at them, his mind foggy but his heart full. "Mom and dads!" he blurted out instinctively, his voice childlike and unfiltered.
A mix of affectionate and sadistic laughter filled the chamber. Tommy’s cage grew wetter, his body trembling with excitement. Luciferiel corrected him gently, their fingers brushing his cheek. "They are your Masters, little one."
Tommy’s face scrunched up in realization, his hand flying to his forehead in a childlike gesture of embarrassment. "Yeeeeee… Masters!" he corrected himself, his voice eager and obedient.
But Belial’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and commanding, directed at the three Masters whose eyes were filled with questions and a flicker of concern. "Do not think we’ve made him stupid," Belial warned. "He feels everything. He chooses to keep his mind in this state because he wants to be himself without filters. But watch." His gaze fixed on Tommy, serious and unyielding. "Explain the receptor profile of trazodone."
Without hesitation, Tommy responded like a well-programmed automaton, his voice clear and precise, reciting the pharmacological details flawlessly. Marco’s jaw dropped in stunned disbelief.
Belial turned to Luciferiel, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fuck, this little slut has me so hard. Shall we continue?" Luciferiel was tempted but first turned to Tommy, his voice gentle. "Do you want more, little one?"
Tommy’s response was immediate and enthusiastic. "Yes!" he barked, his eyes shining with devotion.
They resumed, Belial and Luciferiel fucking his mind and aura with renewed intensity, their movements growing more animalistic, more primal. Tommy’s moans filled the chamber, his body trembling with pleasure, his cock dripping precum from his chastity cage.
Then the fucking stopped again.
At this point Tommy no longer walked—he crawled, his movements animalistic, his expression one of pure, serene joy. His tongue lolled slightly from his mouth, his eyes glazed with bliss.
Riccardo couldn’t resist. He placed his foot in front of Tommy. "Lick, puppy," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "This is who you are, I’ve always known it! So much for studying medicine… Do you like being inferior to us more don’t you?"
Tommy didn’t hesitate. He began licking Riccardo’s foot with fervor, his body shuddering as he came without even being touched. Riccardo laughed, but Luciferiel did not.
Their gaze turned sharp, almost dangerous. "Do you think he’s a toy?" they asked Riccardo, their voice cold. "Yes, he likes to regress. Yes, he’s a slut. But do you think this is just a game?"
Belial snapped his fingers, and a dark, menacing demon materialized, ready to strike Riccardo with a curse. Tommy, without a moment’s hesitation, threw himself in front of Riccardo, taking the full brunt of the spell. His body cracked like ancient stone, pain wracking every inch of him, but his eyes never left Riccardo’s. There was no fear in them—only love, only the quiet joy of protecting his Master.
Riccardo was in shock, his face pale with terror and guilt. He reached out to touch Tommy, and Tommy, even in agony, managed to lick his hand, his devotion unwavering.
Belial dismissed the demon with a wave of his hand, and Luciferiel healed Tommy instantly. Their gaze bore into Riccardo. "Do you understand now?" Luciferiel’s voice was firm, almost paternal. "Do you think this puppy isn’t Tommy? This is Tommy, showing you his soul without filters because he trusts you. And his soul, as you see, is willing to die to protect you without a second thought. That’s how much he loves you. Do you still dare to say he’s inferior?"
Riccardo was speechless, his eyes filled with shame. "I—I didn’t mean it like that," he stammered. "I got carried away. I know Tommy likes humiliation, but I didn’t want—"
Belial cut him off with a sharp gesture, silencing him. "You’re right, he does like it," Belial said, his voice a low growl. "But Tommy is the boy who gets straight A’s in medical school. And he’s also this. He’s always been both. And you—all of you—need to understand the value of what you have." He snapped his fingers again, and the three Masters found themselves unable to speak, their blood turning to ice in their veins. "This is just a fraction of what Tommy endures every day for you," Belial continued. "He likes it, yes, but he feels the fear too. And he faces it because he trusts you. Never forget that."
With another snap, the Masters were released from their silence. Tommy crawled to them, rubbing against their legs like a contented puppy.
Belial turned to Luciferiel, a smirk playing on his lips. "Brother, I’m close. Shall we finish?"
Luciferiel called Tommy to them, their voice gentle. "Do you want more, little one?"
Tommy barked happily in response.
They positioned him again, and the two divinity resumed their rhythmic fucking of his mind and aura, their movements growing more intense, more animalistic. Tommy’s moans filled the chamber, his body trembling with pleasure as Belial and Luciferiel reached their climax, their essence flooding his mind and aura. New tendrils of light and darkness bloomed within him, his aura pulsing with beautiful, intricate patterns, his mind calm and serene.
Luciferiel conjured a cross and crucified Tommy upon it. His body bore all the marks of his submission—his shaved head, his stretched and prolapsed hole, his swollen nipples, his wide-open mouth, his pierced tongue, ears, nose, nipples, and cock, his balls swollen and stretched. His hands bled from the nails, but his gaze was serene, his cock still dripping precum.
The three Masters stared in awe, their minds struggling to comprehend what they were seeing. But they felt it—peace, excitement, and above all, love.
Luciferiel spoke, their voice solemn. "Did you think we enjoyed turning Tommy into a mindless faggot who just says yes to everything?" They shook their head. "No. Tommy has a natural desire for submission, yes, but have you ever wondered why he never submitted to anyone before? Because he never trusted anyone—until you three. We only helped him find the courage to be himself and to trust. But his analytical mind has always weighed everything, and it has agreed to every change. Tommy chose you as his guardians consciously."
They gestured to Tommy, still crucified but serene. "Now you see a living symbol of submission. You can use your power to do whatever you want to him. But what you feel is the pulse of his soul, his frequency. You feel his excitement in abandoning himself to you, his trust, his love, the joy of being a mirror for your fantasies—because he knows you won’t break him. It’s sacred."
Belial continued, his voice deep and resonant. "Tommy spent his whole life valuing himself only for his intelligence and sense of duty. Now he has chosen, for you, to let his analytical mind take a backseat, facing his greatest fear: not thinking, surrendering control. But don’t think he’s absent. He’s meditating. His emotions are more alert than ever, and if he senses that you lack love and purity of intent, his analytical mind would wake instantly. Tommy, come back to us now."
Tommy was released from the cross, and Luciferiel healed his stigmata instantly. He turned to his Masters, his eyes bright. "So, did you like my transformations?"
The three Masters were in tears. Marco was the first to speak. "It was insane. Exciting. Scientifically impossible."
Francesca followed. "I’ve never felt so excited, so loved, so connected."
Riccardo was crying like a child. Tommy went to him, gently embracing him. "What’s wrong?"
Riccardo confessed the truth, his voice raw with guilt. "I called you inferior. I said your essence was that of a puppy, not my friend Tommy. And part of me wanted you to stay that way—because it was exciting, because it made me feel in control. I’m a monster."
Tommy didn’t hesitate. He crawled to Riccardo and wrapped his arms around him, his touch gentle, his voice steady. The two Divinities watched, intrigued.
"I didn’t understand your words," Tommy admitted, "but I felt what you meant. And yes, I liked the cognitive asymmetry between us. I liked the humiliation. And yes… part of me would have loved to hand you the keys to my analytical mind—to just be your depraved, loyal little puppy forever."
Riccardo flinched. "Don’t flirt with my sadism," he muttered, his voice thick with shame. "I already feel guilty enough."
Tommy chuckled—soft, knowing. The others stared, stunned. They’d never seen him so aware, even in regression.
"But I can’t give you the keys to my mind," Tommy continued, his fingers tracing circles on Riccardo’s back. "That part is mine. I need it—to protect myself. To give something to the world. That excited, loving, submissive puppy you saw? He’s still here, inside me, even now. But my intelligence? That’s how I make sure his essence can help others. How I serve you better—even in complex ways. How I talk to you as a friend." He grinned. "Wouldn’t you miss my philosophical ramblings if I were always just a puppy?"
Riccardo laughed despite himself. "Yes, Tommy. I’d miss them like hell."
Tommy’s smile softened. "I’ve never felt inferior—just more vulnerable. More unfiltered. But I know my soul isn’t less than anyone’s." His gaze flicked to Belial and Luciferiel. "Not even theirs."
The Divinities exchanged a glance—shocked, but proud. Who’d have thought the whimpering slut they’d just mind-fucked had this much spine?
"I’m not superior or inferior to anyone," Tommy went on. "Not to a child, or an animal, or an object. I’m all of those things—a slave, a friend. Just a soul searching for itself, like you. But my soul complements yours… because you like to dominate, and I like to let go."
Riccardo stared at him, really seeing him for the first time. He pressed a kiss to Tommy’s forehead. "Tommy, sometimes you’re too much for me. First I was a sadistic asshole—not worthy of you, not worthy of my friend. Now I’m a sniveling mess. I’m not strong enough to dominate you. You deserve better—"
Tommy cupped Riccardo’s face, silencing him. "You’re the sexiest bastard I know. I’d let you destroy me. Now and forever." He wiped Riccardo’s tears with his thumb. "I’ve never seen you stronger than today. Hiding your fragility? That’s fake strength. Admitting it to me? That’s real power." And with that, he kissed Riccardo’s feet.
Something cracked open in Riccardo—a rush of love, of acceptance. It was as if Tommy had healed him with a single touch.
Luciferiel was nearly moved to tears, and even Belial looked unsettled.
Luciferiel continues... well, Tommy showed his true colors, and Riccardo did the same.
Now on with the other two!!! Confess your fears...
Marco was embarassed, but he found the courage to speak “Tommy, I don’t know what to say to you. You’re incredible. I… I feel… so cold and basic compared to you. You’re so smart, so warm, so brave. I study biology, I love science, but you’re even better than me at it. And you’re warmer than me. I’m just a straight, basic nerd. Why do you let me dominate you?"
Tommy was stunned. "Marco, you’re not less intelligent than me. I study like a maniac because I’ve always been a slave to my sense of duty—and now I’m your slave. But you’re just as smart! And you’re not cold, you’re analytical. I love it when you study me like I’m a lab rat. You’re my sadistic scientist, and I’d let you drug me, I swear… But you have a huge heart, Marco. I feel it. I wouldn’t have submitted to you if I didn’t." He kissed Marco’s feet, and Marco felt a warmth he hadn’t known he needed.
Francesca spoke next, her voice trembling. "Tommy, I feel like some kind of mom to you! But I’m not older than you. I’m the bitch who betrayed you. I don’t deserve to infantilize you. You’re a better doctor than me. You’re kinder, more forgiving. Sometimes I’m bitter and vengeful. I don’t know if I’ll ever have your generosity with patients. And I admire your willpower so much. Sometimes I need it too. I feel ridiculous playing the maternal Domme for you. What right do I have?"
Tommy was stunned. He had never expected to hear such words. He reassured Francesca, wiping away her tears. "You’re not my mom, it’s true. But I forgave you for the betrayal a long time ago. We didn’t work then, but we do now. I’ve always cared for you. Your heart is golden, Francesca, and you’ll be a wonderful doctor. You understood what I needed before I did, and you gave it to me, along with Marco and Riccardo. You turned your guilt into care for me. I feel your protective, feminine energy, and I feel your dominance. And even though I’m gay to the bone, it excites me like crazy."
Riccardo and Marco laughed. "Just like we’re straight to the bone, but it excites us to break you like a toy and put you back together," Riccardo added.
Tommy laughed and kissed Francesca’s feet. She finally felt at peace.
Belial and Luciferiel were impressed. They hadn’t expected it to go so well. Tommy had single-handedly healed the narcissism and insecurities of all three of his Masters, accepting them wholly, even in their fragility, and he had shown absolute self-esteem. It was true—he was more fragile and stronger than ever.
Luciferiel smiled. "Well. Now your souls are bound together, and you are truly Tommy’s Masters and guardians, just as he is your slave and best friend. It’s a sacred bond. Don’t spoil it. Don’t abuse Tommy’s regression. You can play with it, but remember he has a human life to live and so much to give to the world. And never let him regress with those who aren’t worthy of seeing him in this vulnerable state."
Belial concluded, his voice final. "Alright, show’s over. Wake up." And with that, they vanished.
