📜 Tommy’s Trip at Cloudtower
A Dark Fairy Tale of BDSM, magic and nostalgia!
*Dedicated to all the subs (and Doms) who always rooted for the villains—because they were the real stars.
🎓 The Perfect Routine and a Silly Confession
Tommy was in his final year of medical school. His slave routine, carefully structured by Riccardo, Marco, and Francesca, blended seamlessly with his academic career, hobbies, and vanilla relationships.
His friendship with Riccardo, Marco, and Francesca was stronger than ever—the intimacy of their power exchange had only deepened their bond.
Tommy had finished his summer exams early, thanks to the discipline his Masters instilled in him and the study sessions with Francesca.
Of course, Tommy kept himself busy. Between household chores, sexual servitude, hobbies (which his Masters still regulated with iron discipline), and vanilla relationships, he still had plenty on his plate.
His Masters were a little jealous. Everything in his life was running as smoothly as oil.
They hadn’t finished their exams yet. They did their best to live by the same discipline they demanded of Tommy, leading by example. But the truth was, Tommy had always been the most disciplined of the quartet, with an iron will. It was one of the many reasons Riccardo, Marco, and Francesca respected him. Under their authority, he had flourished. They had done too good a job structuring his routine to keep him from wasting his energy on frivolous things, and now Tommy found himself with time on his hands for the first time…
That evening, Tommy, Riccardo, Marco, and Francesca were watching TV together.
Tommy was on all fours, serving as a footrest for Riccardo.
Marco was smoking a joint to relax, using Tommy as an ashtray from time to time and exhaling the smoke into Tommy’s mouth to share some THC with him.
Francesca affectionately stroked his hair.
Everything seemed normal.
Riccardo spoke up:
— "Well, you wouldn’t dare complain, would you?! You have our dominance, our affection, you’re free to serve us and be our grateful little house slut… and you even finished your exams before everyone else!!!"
Francesca added:
— "Yes, you’re truly scandalous. I still have one exam left. I envy you a little, Tommy, but I can’t deny you’ve been amazing."
Tommy smiled:
— "Well, it’s all thanks to you for keeping me from wasting time…"
Marco, more uninhibited than usual from the THC, gave him a little kick on the ass:
— "Damn it, slut, show some balls! You’ve studied 12 hours a day for 3 months straight while serving us at the same time—give yourself some credit! And besides… I know you’re not at peace. That’s why I’m getting you high with THC… there’s something on your mind you don’t have the guts to tell us…"
Riccardo and Francesca exchanged puzzled glances.
Riccardo kicked Tommy lightly, making him yelp:
— "Hey, slut! I expect total honesty from you! It’s no joke being your Masters. If we don’t know what you’re thinking, we can’t dominate you properly. Come here on the couch with us… confess everything!"
Tommy obeyed and sat on the couch.
Francesca said:
— "Now lie down on top of us… rest your head on my lap… relax…"
Marco looked at him with predatory eyes, as if he were his favorite experiment:
— "Open wide, pup…"
Tommy opened his mouth, and Marco exhaled a massive dose of THC into it, making him cough.
Marco looked satisfied:
— "Good. Now spill the beans."
Tommy blushed… but he knew he had to obey.
— "Guys, it’s really a silly thing…"
Riccardo gave him a piercing look that left no room for doubt. He expected total honesty.
— "Alright! I was thinking that I never applied for a student exchange, and now it’s too late… I could never be without you for months—I’d die from heartbreak… but still… now that I’m done with exams, I’d like to take a vacation somewhere…"
The THC was starting to take effect…
— "A week would be enough! I was thinking maybe Belial and Luciferiel could arrange an interdimensional trip… When I was a kid, I watched Winx Club… but honestly, I always rooted for the Trix and Valtor… Damn… Valtor… he was a psychopath… but so damn sexy… and the Trix… ahhh… they were so much cooler than the Winx… the latex outfits, the power, the sadism… they were hot and they knew it… It’d be amazing to be their personal slave for a week… it’d be like… a formative experience… and then I’d come back to you even more obedient and depraved…"
Riccardo, Marco, and Francesca stared at each other in silence for a moment.
Then they burst into laughter. Tommy was still lost in his high…
— "Well, you asked for it!!!"
Riccardo was laughing like a maniac… but managed to respond:
— "Okay, Tommy… that’s the gayest thing my ears have ever heard… but fine! We wouldn’t want you any other way…"
Marco watched him, amused, blowing THC smoke into Tommy’s face, who was now relaxed and blissful…
Then he said:
— "You’re not gonna fall in love with this Valtor and then not want to come home, are you?"
Tommy laughed:
— "Me? Fall in love? If I ever do, it won’t be with a psychopath, no matter how sexy… and even if I did, I’d still be yours. You know that."
Marco smiled, flicking his forehead.
— "Good."
Francesca spoke last:
— "Listen, I watched Winx Club too. It’s true, Valtor was hot… and so were the Trix… but they had dark powers, Tommy. If they really existed in some dimension and Belial/Luciferiel allowed you to visit, Valtor could fry your brain and turn you into a mindless zombie… it’d be dangerous."
Tommy sighed:
— "I know, I know… it was just a THC-induced fantasy… you know I’d never betray myself or you, not even for the Trix and Valtor…"
Riccardo lightened the mood:
— "Come on, let’s watch an episode… let’s see if these Trix are really that hot and if Valtor is truly worthy of being compared to me…"
And so they spent the evening rewatching that plot-hole-riddled cartoon. Tommy felt like a kid again. Francesca, Riccardo, and Marco were touched to see him so pure… lost in nostalgia and THC-induced daydreams, his gaze dreamy…
But the THC and beers were taking their toll… that night, all four of them fell asleep on the couch.
Night fell…
🌌 Chapter 2: Divine Intervention
Tommy found himself in his pajamas, still partially high from the THC, face to face with Belial and Luciferiel… while Riccardo, Marco, and Francesca stood behind him, surprised that the two deities had actually listened to Tommy’s fantasy.
Belial spoke:
— "Well, well! We heard you. I confirm this is the gayest fantasy I’ve heard in millennia of existence. That said, it doesn’t make it unfeasible."
Luciferiel took over:
— "All fictional characters created by humans actually exist in parallel universes… they represent parts of you… For you, Tommy, the Trix and Valtor represent being unapologetic… You liked the Winx, but the Trix and Valtor were cooler… less saccharine, less fake… evil, sure, but confident and dominant… I’m not surprised you’re fascinated by them. And it’s not just your submissive side… it’s because you, too, are a person without masks, unashamed of who you are. In that, I understand you… Even I am a renegade angel because I enjoy dominating little sluts like you… but at least I’m not a hypocrite like my angel brothers, who get off watching humans break the rules!" He rolled his eyes.
Tommy wasn’t used to seeing Luciferiel angry, but he didn’t dare show he found it amusing.
Belial, on the other hand, laughed:
— "Tommy, let’s leave my brother’s unresolved family issues aside. We can make this trip happen… but first, Luciferiel and I need to give you proper magical protection. Knowing your mind, I assume you want to be magically tortured by them."
Tommy smiled…
— "But their magic won’t be able to harm you permanently. Every transformation, every magical attack will revert automatically after a few minutes. Most importantly, your mind and soul will be protected from possession by Valtor and the Trix. We can’t take any risks."
Luciferiel, feeling usurped in his role as the responsible deity, added:
— "Yes, as Belial said. And in exactly one week, you’ll return home. No dimensional spell can change that. Your place in this life is on Earth, Tommy.
Valtor and the Trix will understand you’re under divine constraints and won’t dare violate them. They couldn’t even if they wanted to. Your Masters will have to do without you for a week—maybe they’ll remember how to cook pasta… do we agree?"
Tommy nodded and looked at Riccardo, Marco, and Francesca.
Francesca spoke for all three:
— "Don’t worry, Tommy, I’ll take care of these two lazybones… Have fun and live the experience no Winx fan ever has…"
Riccardo and Marco smirked mischievously…
— "Be a good boy," Marco said, while Riccardo mimicked Bloom’s pose, crossing his arms and humming, "Under the sign of Winx!"
Everyone laughed, Luciferiel included.
Catching their breath, Luciferiel and Belial raised their hands… Tommy’s pajamas vanished… a swirl of light and shadow enveloped him, molding to his body and taking the form of a black and gold hooded cloak.
— "This cloak is your magical protection. No magic will be able to harm your body or mind permanently or trap you. You won’t be able to remove it, even if you want to, because it’s fused with your body. It represents your submission, but also your protection. It will be part of you for this week, but you’ll see you can lift it if someone requests access to your… more intimate parts."
Belial concluded, definitively:
— "Alright, slut… it’s time to go! Have fun!"
Tommy found himself sucked into a dimensional vortex, falling into what seemed like a cosmic void… but he trusted blindly Belial and Luciferiel.
❄️🔮🌪️ Chapter 3: Meeting the Trix
The Trix were walking through the forest of Magix, discussing their next attack on the Winx, but Darcy, perceptive as always, sensed something in the air.
The dimensional vortex opened in front of them, and the sphere of light and darkness that passed through it soon took the shape of Tommy, who found himself at the feet of Icy, Darcy, and Stormy.
The Trix looked at him with a mix of curiosity and disdain.
Icy approached first and lifted Tommy’s chin with her icy hands, scratching his cheeks with her sharp blue nails.
— "And what might you be?"
Tommy looked at her dreamily, losing himself in her eyes for a moment… then answered:
— "I’ Tommy, but you can call me slave. I come from Earth. Not Bloom’s Earth—that’s a cartoon version. I come from another dimension… Let’s just say I’m a human, a future doctor… I’m gay, but I have a weakness for dominant figures of any gender, and I’ve been a fan of yours since I was a child… In my world, you’re famous… I’m under the protection of two deities who’ve allowed me to serve you and Valtor for a week… to become a better slave and finally meet you after all these years…"
Icy was stunned.
— "Darcy, use your psychic powers to see if he’s lying…"
Darcy fixed her violet-lit eyes on Tommy.
— "No, sister, he’s telling the truth."
Icy didn’t waste time.
She conjured a blizzard of Arctic wind and ice, freezing Tommy’s legs and torso, immobilizing him.
— "And what makes you think we’re interested in having you around?" she snapped.
Tommy felt the cold seeping into him… he looked at the ice surrounding him… then at Icy’s face…
and said, his breath forming cold mist:
— "Well… even if this student exchange ends early, at least I can say I did icy bondage with the Ice Queen herself! Thank you, Mistress!”
Icy was stunned.
— "You didn’t answer my question," she said, digging her nails into his cheeks…
Tommy replied:
— "Well, I can serve you, take some weight off your shoulders, tell you how my world sees you, give you advice on how to handle the Winx…"
Darcy stepped closer… examining him up close… then hit him with her hypnotic powers:
— "Do you like being dominated, human?"
Tommy had a blissful smile on his face, intoxicated by Darcy’s hypnotic power:
— "Yes, Mistress, I like letting go of control…"
Darcy didn’t want to admit it, but having a boy who willingly surrendered control to her was incredibly arousing… she bit her lip, intrigued.
Stormy felt left out.
— "Oh yeah? Let’s see if you like being tortured…"
With that, she hurled a lightning bolt at Tommy, which shattered Icy’s ice and electrified his entire body and cloak. The cloak had protected his organs, but Tommy had felt all of Stormy’s power coursing through him… he was drunk on the sensations, his cock dripping from his chastity cage…
— "Incredible… the best electro-torture session of my… life, thank you Mistress" he managed to say.
Stormy couldn’t believe it. Finally, someone she could unleash her destructive instincts on without consequences!
The Trix conferred among themselves…
Then Icy spoke:
— "Very well, pup… kneel before your Mistresses!"
Tommy smirked mischievously and obeyed.
Darcy conjured a leash of dark energy…
Stormy took hold of it.
Icy: "We’ll take you to Valtor and decide what to do with you…"
🏰 Chapter 4: Cloudtower and Valtor
After a 15-minute walk, they arrived at Cloudtower, now under Valtor and the Trix’s control. The witch students and teachers were under Valtor’s mark, and Griffin was imprisoned in the dungeons.
Tommy wasn’t happy to see the situation, but he knew this season would end with Valtor and the Trix’s defeat—and he just wanted to enjoy his week in peace. He wasn’t there to save the world; he could suspend judgment.
They entered the Headmaster’s office, where Valtor was lounging in a chair, his feet on the desk.
Tommy almost fainted.
He was even sexier than on TV.
Icy broke the ice:
— "We’ve got a new acquisition…"
Valtor stood up, his towering figure looming over Tommy, who was still kneeling.
— "I know. I’ve been keeping an eye on you… He’s… interesting."
He touched Tommy’s cloak…
— "It’s infused with powerful… divine magic… it’s part of his essence. We can’t abuse him… I can’t mark him like the other witches and take away his free will… but he doesn’t need it…"
He took Tommy’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze:
— "You actually want to serve us, don’t you?"
Tommy smiled enthusiastically:
— "Yes, my Lord!"
Valtor smirked…
— "Very well! I can sense you’re attracted to me… I can read it in your mind and it’s written all over your face… but I don’t return the attraction for human males. However, I do enjoy pressing your buttons with just a look… without even using magic… you like that, don’t you?”
Tommy was lost in Valtor’s gaze, but managed to reply:
— "Yes, my Lord, that’s exactly it!"
Valtor laughed…
— "Good! My astral powers tell me you’re under the protection of two rather powerful—and unfortunately ethical—deities. That doesn’t change the fact that you enjoy being dominated, humiliated, degraded, controlled, and tortured… so no ethical dilemma! These are your desires… Trix, each of you must choose how to train him to be a better slave… explain your intentions."
Icy spoke first:
— "Well… I’ll teach him discipline. I’ll have him stay frozen for hours, watching me file my nails, and he’ll have to endure it without complaining, showing me devotion… If he’s to be a good slave, he needs resistance…"
Darcy was next:
— "I’ll violate his mind… I sense darkness in him… I want to explore it… take him to the depths of his psyche… make him lose all pretense of control and dignity and make him enjoy the deepest degradation… it’ll be the most powerful mind-fuck of his life…"
Stormy went last:
— "Well, I… I’ll teach him to be grateful for pain. I’ll torture him with wind and lightning… and make him thank me for every electric shock until he can’t speak anymore…"
Tommy felt a shiver of concern… Had he gone too far with his desires?
He couldn’t say it, but his cock was dripping from his chastity cage…
Valtor smiled…
— "Good girls, that sounds like an excellent training plan. Slave, thank your new Mistresses…"
Tommy looked at them in all their dark splendor…
— "Thank you, Mistresses"
Valtor had the final word…
— "As for me… I’ll use your homosexuality against you to drive you mad… I’ll make you beg to kiss my boots—let alone suck my cock… I’ll use my magic to make you imagine my cock, my feet, my sweaty armpits, and amplify your visceral need to worship me… but I won’t let you touch even a centimeter of my body… I’ll drive you crazy with frustration until all that’s left of you is a whimpering faggot with his mental faculties zeroed out by excitement and despair! But don’t worry, you’ll like it! I will also let you lick the Trix’s pussies… your pleasure will be in submitting to our will, not in your own sexual gratification… But if you behave… after I fuck the Trix, I’ll let you lap up my cum from their cunts like a good little pup… and if you’re really good, I might even turn you into a real pup for the occasion."
Tommy couldn’t believe it—this was going even better than he’d imagined. He’d always thought the Trix and Valtor had a sadistic streak in bed, and he was thrilled to be right.
Tommy felt a cold tightness in his chest… Icy had snuck up behind him.
— "Don’t think it’s all fun and games, though! Our rooms and Valtor’s need cleaning, and we need to eat… we could use magic, but it’s much more fun to use your labor… this is also part of the discipline and devotion I expect from you!"
Tommy looked at her dreamily… she was a natural Mistress.
— "Of course, Mistress."
Darcy stroked his hair seductively…
— "Mmm, let’s see… the cloak can’t be removed, but maybe with a little creativity…"
She curled her gnarled fingers… "Poof!" The cloak transformed into a sexy black and gold maid outfit.
Tommy couldn’t believe it. He loved magic.
— "Thank you, Mistress!!!"
Darcy smiled…
— "Finally, a man who knows his place… Riven would’ve complained so much…"
Stormy was impatient. She felt like the odd one out.
— "Enough fun… get to work!!! Go clean our rooms!!!"
And with that, she zapped him with a motivational burst of electricity, sending Tommy crawling out of the room on all fours amid the Trix and Valtor’s laughter…
💫 Chapter 5: A Week of Transformation
The week flew by.
Tommy was pushed to his mental and physical limits… but he endured the blows without ever breaking or losing himself.
Icy treated him with coldness, but in reality, she admired his resilience. Even at -30 degrees, he endured and continued to express his sincere admiration for her. He didn’t just flatter her with empty compliments about her beauty or power. He praised her leadership, her resilience after every defeat by the Winx, her ability to stand up to even Valtor, her unshakable self-confidence, as solid as her ice.
No one had ever made her feel so appreciated. She’d never admit it to anyone, but for a brief moment… while Tommy wasn’t looking… a tear rolled down her cheek. She quickly froze it and turned it into an ice dart, which she hurled at Tommy, hitting him square in the chest—angry at him for making her feel… human.
Darcy was fascinated… As she delved into Tommy’s mind, she felt his excitement in degradation, she could sense his darkness… but she also felt a powerful light that destabilized her… How could his light and darkness coexist? She also felt Tommy’s desire to play with her own darkness, to be shaped and guided by her… She’d never met anyone who didn’t resist her hypnosis but embraced it—and even flirted with it… Sometimes she just liked to watch Tommy getting lost under her hypnosis with a blissful, mischievous look on his face and for the first time in her life, she didn’t know if she was manipulating him or if he was manipulating her. What she did know was that she was having fun… she’d finally found someone who wasn’t afraid of her darkness.
Stormy loved torturing Tommy with her lightning and her tornadoes, watching him writhe in pain and pleasure… he’d become her favorite plaything. But sometimes, while he was tidying her room, she didn’t mind talking to him… her sisters often excluded her, and she was left alone with her unresolved inferiority complex.
— "Do you really think Icy and Darcy consider me the weak link? They often make fun of me, make me feel stupid. I always feel like the odd one out."
Tommy answered sincerely:
— "Stormy, you’re not stupid. Whose idea was it to free Valtor from his ice prison in the Omega Dimension to avoid being frozen by the Guardian Serpent? Yours. You come up with brilliant ideas when no one expects it. You’re not stupid—it’s that you trust your sisters blindly, and they take advantage of it. But the truth is… without you, they wouldn’t survive… your blunders, your chaos, your faith in them—it’s the beating heart of your Trio. There are no Trix without Stormy."
Stormy smiled happily… then zapped Tommy sadistically… but in her own way, she was thanking him.
Valtor spoke less with Tommy… his language was more nonverbal. He deliberately used his posture and physique to arouse him, then frustrate his desire, as he’d promised. He enjoyed the unspoken game between them and he loved driving Tommy crazy, reducing him to a begging, whimpering, horny mess. Tommy loved it even more.
When they all played together Tommy finally got to see Valtor in his naked glory… his muscles and his 12 inch- cock being worshipped by the Trix… with him the Trix dropped their dominant act and they actually begged to be fucked by Valtor relentlessly… Tommy was forced to watch without being able to stroke himself due to the chastity cage. Only after the Trix and Valtor had come he was turned into a black-and-gold puppy whose task was to clean the Trix’s pussies, licking and swallowing Valtor’s cum and thanking him for the privilege.
Needless to say, Tommy loved every moment of his torment, even when he was alone cleaning or cooking for the Trix and Valtor. His submissive side thrived and he felt aligned with his purpose. He couldn’t be happier, even though he was starting to miss his actual Masters and the love they shared.
💬 Chapter 6: The Final Night – Truths and Revelations
On the last night, Valtor was the first to speak.
— "So, slave… this is your last night at Cloudtower. I have questions for you before you return to your dimension."
Tommy was surprised that Valtor even bothered to talk to him, but he immediately replied with his head bowed:
— "Of course, my Lord. Anything."
Valtor sat on his desk, thoughtful… then asked:
— "I can read your mind… you don’t agree with what we’re doing at Cloudtower. You don’t share our dreams of domination. You’re… insufferably good. And yet, you enjoy being dominated by us, you enjoy our sadism. You even seem to like us, despite thinking we’re immoral. I demand an explanation. Don’t try to manipulate me."
Tommy smiled:
— "Well, I can submit to you because I know I’m safe… without magical protection, I wouldn’t have been able to let go. That said, I don’t believe in domination for its own sake. I don’t believe in imposed authority… but chosen submission and earned authority? That’s a whole other story…"
Darcy felt the answer to the questions Tommy had stirred in her was near…
— "What do you mean?"
Tommy replied:
— "Well, Darcy… when you stripped me of my defenses and took me to the depths of our shared abyss of humiliation and degradation… you allowed me to explore my shadows. Even good people have shadows… you set me free for a while… from the burden of always being intelligent, in control, dignified… you unlocked my most instinctive, animal side, completely devoid of shame… it’s liberating, but only because I know I’ll return to myself."
Stormy asked naively:
— "But don’t you feel inferior being treated like this? I could never do it."
Tommy smiled:
— "No, because I don’t believe strength lies in simply acting like a Master, though a real Master certainly needs mental strength to live up to his responsibilities… I believe that true strength lies in being yourself and not giving a damn about others’ judgments. It doesn’t matter whether someone is submissive or dominant, what matters is being strong enough to not lose identity and values in the game. It takes a lot of self-esteem to embrace your own vulnerability… but then again, even you Trix know it deep down… after all, you like submitting to Valtor and feeling vulnerable with him…"
He winked mischievously at the three witches, who blushed slightly before quickly regaining their unshakable composure.
Valtor smiled, amused by the situation…
But Icy asked coldly:
— "So you think our obsession with ruling Magix is a waste of time? Do you think we’re stupid? Do you despise us like Bloom does?"
The temperature in the room plummeted.
Tommy usually loved when she got mad, but this time he knew she wasn’t joking. He answered politely, but without fear:
— "No, Icy, I could never despise you. I’m here because I’m a fan. I may share Bloom’s values, but I’m no Mary Sue, and I don’t have her main character syndrome. But like Bloom, I think taking Magix by force wouldn’t give you the satisfaction you expect… power for its own sake is an addiction… I’ve watched you… the moments when you’re truly happy—not just excited, but happy—are the ones when you three sisters laugh and joke together. Deep down, you care about each other, in your own way. And Valtor… as much as he thinks he’s using you as pawns… he appreciates your company. Without the thirst for power, you could already be happy… and maybe you’d even gain the power tha you seek… You’re powerful, resilient, charismatic—far more charismatic than the Winx. Sure, you’re not big on democracy and peaceful compromise… but at least you’re not hypocrites or fake. Many people would trust you. If they saw that you had Magix’s best interests at heart—not just your own—they’d hand you the reins of the dimension because they’d know you’re powerful, smart, and brave enough to defend the population. You’d be more popular than the Winx, who may have good intentions but don’t have one-tenth of the natural edge you do… but unfortunately, the show wasn’t written that way…"
Icy was stunned.
— "What do you mean? The… show??"
All four of them hung on Tommy’s every word.
Tommy answered:
— "Well, yes… your fate was written by a human… a certain Iginio Straffi… the show is broadcast on my planet… it’s obviously rigged to make the Winx win! Icy, my dear… you must’ve noticed that your powers are a mirror of Bloom’s, yet she always wins, even though she’s not as tough as you… in general, you Trix have suffered an unfair downgrade this season… and Valtor… you’ll get your share of bad luck by the end of the season too… if you keep seeking power through force, you’ll always lose… but who knows? Maybe you can change without losing your unapologetic essence! I believe you’re the Masters of your own destiny, no matter what Iginio Straffi says… and in any case… even if you keep losing… in my head, you’ll always win."
The Trix and Valtor didn’t know what to say. They were shaken. No one from the "good side" had ever treated them with admiration and without judgment. There was truth in what Tommy said. They had a lot to think about.
That night, they let Tommy sleep in a bed instead of the usual dog cage…
🌙 Chapter 7: A Parting Gift
Tommy slept peacefully.
The Trix and Valtor watched over him.
Darcy had opened a mental gateway into Tommy’s dreams, which they were observing…
He was dreaming of the Trix and Valtor’s most iconic battles… Icy was the most recurring subject. As gay as he was, it was clear Tommy had a platonical crush on her.
Icy smiled…
— "Well… I’ll miss him a little… this twink is too good and too much of a masochist for this ruthless world… Don’t tell anyone… but I think we should give him a gift… it might not work on his planet, but at least he won’t forget us… Sisters… give me your hands…"
They gathered around Tommy and materialized replicas of their Gloomix… Icy’s blue gem wrapped around Tommy’s neck, and Darcy’s purple and Stormy’s magenta gems wrapped around his arms.
— "Now he’s an honorary Trix," Icy said, satisfied.
Valtor spoke last…
— "Well, I’ve tormented him enough… for a week, he’s been dreaming of sucking my cock, begging to lick my feet… I can’t mark him like I do with my other slaves, but I can do this…"
With that, he kissed Tommy’s neck, leaving a dark hickey that immediately reacted with Tommy’s inner light, creating a faded golden-edged dark mark…
— "Have a good trip back, pup… don’t be good!!!" Valtor said, smiling.
🌍 Chapter 8: The Return Home
The next morning, Tommy materialized in his bed, still asleep…
His three Masters heard the sound of his appearance and rushed into his room… the Trix’s Gloomix and Valtor’s hickey were still visible, though they couldn’t manifest their magic on Earth.
Francesca:
— "I can’t believe it… I have to say, I’m jealous!!!"
Marco:
— "He’s such a slut… he managed to corrupt even three witches and a straight, psychopathic sorcerer!!!"
Riccardo smiled:
— "Yes, he’s absolutely a manipulative, scheming little slut… but he’s our slut, and that will never change."
The End
