“Fuck,” Julian grunted, his fingers digging tight in Liam’s hair.“Mmm,” Jasper hummed, his fist moving over his own cock.Liam struggled to keep up with them, swallowing around their shafts. He moaned and whimpered and cried, the pleasure making his eyes water.“That’s it,” Julian praised, his thrusts picking up speed. “Take it like a good slut.”“Fuck yes,” Jasper agreed, his hips moving faster too. “He loves it.”Liam whined, their words sending pleasure through him. God, he loved this. He loved being their slut, their little boy to use however they wanted. He shuddered at the thought, their cocks fucking him deeper.“He’s gonna make you come, baby,” Jasper groaned. “Can you take it?”Liam nodded, his eyes already fluttering shut.“Good boy,” Julian praised.A minute later, they both started thrusting faster, their cocks hitting the back of Liam’s throat. He struggled to swallow them, tears running down his cheeks. Then, Julian pulled free, his cock erupting in thick strings of com
Liam shuddered under his gaze. “I want...” he whispered. He felt embarrassed admitting it, but he couldn’t help himself. “I want your cock in my mouth. And I want Julian’s tongue in my ass.”Jasper smiled, the sight making Liam’s heart pound in his chest. “Good boy,” he praised. He leaned down again, his lips brushing against Liam's. “Now open up. We’ll give you what you want.”Liam nodded and opened his mouth, ready to take Jasper’s cock again.Jasper filled him, fucking him deep. At the same time, Julian’s tongue pushed inside him from below. Liam groaned and arched his back, overwhelmed by the sensations.Julian grabbed Liam's thighs, holding them open as he ate him out. His tongue pressed deep, licking through Liam’s hole.“Fuck, yes,” Jasper gasped. He thrust harder into Liam’s mouth, making him gag.Liam couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Jasper and Julian were everywhere, their tongues and cocks inside him at the same time. It was perfect, just what he needed.“I’m close,” Jaspe
The next Morning, Liam sat at the breakfast table, staring at the lavish spread before him. Freshly squeezed orange juice, perfectly cooked eggs, golden-brown toast. Everything looked perfect–too perfect. It was strange, this life he had stumbled into. Luxury wrapped around him like a cage, yet he couldn't deny the warmth curling in his chest when Julian poured him a cup of coffee without asking how he liked it or when Jasper tossed a knowing smirk in his direction before stealing a bite from his plate.He was theirs now. And it terrified him."Eat," Julian instructed, settling into his chair with a sharp look. "You look exhausted.""I am not really hungry, Just tired" Liam mumbled, picking up his fork.Jasper leaned in, grinning. "That’s because we wore you out, baby."Liam flushed, gripping his fork tighter.Julian cut into his toast with precision. "We have things to do today. You'll be coming with us."Liam blinked. "Where?"Jasper rested his chin on his palm. "Shopping."Liam sco
Here's the rewritten chapter in the first-person narration:The chandelier, a monstrosity of crystal and gaudy gold, dripped light like honey, coating everything in a syrupy sheen of wealth. I took a sip of my lukewarm champagne, the bubbles doing little to soothe the acid churning in my stomach. "Gilded cage," I muttered under my breath, the phrase feeling particularly apt. This whole scene, this extravagant charade, was a cage built of borrowed money and desperate hopes, and my family were willingly locking themselves inside.I surveyed the room, a grotesque tableau of forced smiles and strained conversations. My parents, Mr. and Mrs. Moreau, were the ringleaders of this circus, their faces plastered with an almost manic joy. They flitted between guests, their bodies practically vibrating with the effort of appearing relaxed and affluent. My mother's dress, a shimmering emerald number, was undoubtedly purchased on credit, a fact that only I seemed to recognize. My father, usually sl
The Moreau mansion, a monument to faded glory and burgeoning mildew, sagged under the weight of its own disappointment. It was a stark contrast to the Davenport estate, a place Liam had only glimpsed the night before, a glittering promise of wealth and power he felt entitled to. Here, paint peeled like sunburnt skin, revealing layers of neglect beneath. The air hung thick with the scent of dust, regret, and Mrs. Moreau’s perpetually simmering anxieties.Liam navigated the creaking floorboards of the library, the only room in the house that still held a semblance of its former grandeur. He ran a finger along the spine of a leather-bound book, the title long since obscured by age and grime. He didn’t care about literature; he cared about leverage. And Julian Davenport was the ultimate lever.For the past few hours, Liam had been devouring every article, every blog post, every whispered rumor he could find about Julian Davenport. His search history was a testament to his growing obsessio
The 'Obsidian Lounge' was a monument to excess, all polished chrome and strategically placed lighting designed to flatter the obscenely wealthy. Liam, dressed in a tailored black suit he'd nearly starved himself to afford, felt like a particularly gaudy ornament amidst the human chandeliers. He’d spent hours agonizing over the outfit, wanting to project an image of effortless sophistication, a stark contrast to the Moreau family’s perpetually strained finances. He needed to be noticed, not just seen, by Julian Davenport.He perched on a high stool at the bar, nursing a single, exorbitantly priced martini. He’d chosen a spot with a clear view of the entrance, his senses on high alert. He practiced nonchalant sips, his eyes scanning the room, his mind a whirlwind of rehearsed lines and calculated gestures. This was it. The first act of his carefully crafted play for revenge.He spotted Julian Davenport the moment he walked in. He was a silhouette of power, his dark suit impeccably tailo
The address Julian’s assistant had sent me led to a penthouse apartment that practically scraped the sky. Stepping out of the taxi, I felt a familiar prickle of anxiety. This was it. The point of no return. I was about to walk into the lion’s den, armed with nothing but my wit and a hefty dose of self-loathing.The lobby was all polished chrome and hushed whispers. The doorman, a man who looked like he’d been carved from granite, eyed me with suspicion before reluctantly buzzing me up.The elevator doors opened directly into the apartment. And what an apartment it was. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, spread out like a glittering carpet at my feet. The furniture looked like it belonged in a museum, all sharp angles and minimalist design. It was breathtaking, and utterly sterile.He was standing by the window, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. He turned as I entered, and all coherent thoughts momentarily fled. He was even more devastatingly han
My phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, dragging me from a fitful sleep. It was 2:17 AM, according to the glowing display. Who the hell was calling at this hour? Probably Clara, needing validation for some perceived slight against her perfect existence. I swiped to answer, my voice thick with sleep and irritation."Yeah?""Liam?" The voice was low, a smooth baritone that sent a shiver down my spine despite my annoyance. Julian Davenport."Speaking," I managed, suddenly wide awake. "What do you want?""I want you. At the Grand Royale Hotel. Penthouse suite. Be there in an hour."My eyebrows shot towards my hairline. "Excuse me? We didn't exactly exchange numbers, did we? How did you even get my contact?"A chuckle, dark and amused, echoed through the phone. "Darling, getting your number wasn't exactly rocket science. Let's just say resources are not an issue. Now, are you going to waste time asking questions, or are you going to get your ass over here?"The audacity. The sheer,
The next Morning, Liam sat at the breakfast table, staring at the lavish spread before him. Freshly squeezed orange juice, perfectly cooked eggs, golden-brown toast. Everything looked perfect–too perfect. It was strange, this life he had stumbled into. Luxury wrapped around him like a cage, yet he couldn't deny the warmth curling in his chest when Julian poured him a cup of coffee without asking how he liked it or when Jasper tossed a knowing smirk in his direction before stealing a bite from his plate.He was theirs now. And it terrified him."Eat," Julian instructed, settling into his chair with a sharp look. "You look exhausted.""I am not really hungry, Just tired" Liam mumbled, picking up his fork.Jasper leaned in, grinning. "That’s because we wore you out, baby."Liam flushed, gripping his fork tighter.Julian cut into his toast with precision. "We have things to do today. You'll be coming with us."Liam blinked. "Where?"Jasper rested his chin on his palm. "Shopping."Liam sco
Liam shuddered under his gaze. “I want...” he whispered. He felt embarrassed admitting it, but he couldn’t help himself. “I want your cock in my mouth. And I want Julian’s tongue in my ass.”Jasper smiled, the sight making Liam’s heart pound in his chest. “Good boy,” he praised. He leaned down again, his lips brushing against Liam's. “Now open up. We’ll give you what you want.”Liam nodded and opened his mouth, ready to take Jasper’s cock again.Jasper filled him, fucking him deep. At the same time, Julian’s tongue pushed inside him from below. Liam groaned and arched his back, overwhelmed by the sensations.Julian grabbed Liam's thighs, holding them open as he ate him out. His tongue pressed deep, licking through Liam’s hole.“Fuck, yes,” Jasper gasped. He thrust harder into Liam’s mouth, making him gag.Liam couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Jasper and Julian were everywhere, their tongues and cocks inside him at the same time. It was perfect, just what he needed.“I’m close,” Jaspe
“Fuck,” Julian grunted, his fingers digging tight in Liam’s hair.“Mmm,” Jasper hummed, his fist moving over his own cock.Liam struggled to keep up with them, swallowing around their shafts. He moaned and whimpered and cried, the pleasure making his eyes water.“That’s it,” Julian praised, his thrusts picking up speed. “Take it like a good slut.”“Fuck yes,” Jasper agreed, his hips moving faster too. “He loves it.”Liam whined, their words sending pleasure through him. God, he loved this. He loved being their slut, their little boy to use however they wanted. He shuddered at the thought, their cocks fucking him deeper.“He’s gonna make you come, baby,” Jasper groaned. “Can you take it?”Liam nodded, his eyes already fluttering shut.“Good boy,” Julian praised.A minute later, they both started thrusting faster, their cocks hitting the back of Liam’s throat. He struggled to swallow them, tears running down his cheeks. Then, Julian pulled free, his cock erupting in thick strings of com
“Perfect,” Jasper said, his voice dripping with need.Julian hummed in agreement. “Come here.”Liam stumbled forward, his feet unsteady. Julian’s hands grasped his hips, holding him still. Then, he slid a finger into Liam’s mouth, teasing it against his tongue. He moaned around it, his cock twitching with desire.“You’re our good little slut, aren’t you?” Julian asked.“Yes, sir,” Liam breathed.Julian pulled his finger free, then slid it lower, tracing it against Liam’s hole. “Then open up for us.”Liam did as he was told, spreading his legs for them. He was embarrassed at how easily his body gave in to their demands. He was powerless before them, just a toy to be used. It should have made him angry–furious that they could reduce him to this. But it didn’t. Instead, he felt a strange sense of peace, like he’d finally found his home.Jasper moved behind him, his hands sliding around his waist. “Bend over,” he whispered. “Let us see you.”Liam bit his lip and did as he was told. He lea
Liam sat frozen, his heartbeat hammering in his chest. Julian and Jasper's smirks lingered in the air, their words sealing his fate. He had no choice, they said. But wasn't this what he had wanted all along? Or had he fallen so deep into their world that he could no longer tell desire from manipulation?Jasper reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Liam’s ear. "You're thinking too hard, baby. We already made the choice for you."Liam swallowed hard. "I just... I don't know. This is too fast."Julian leaned back against the couch, his sharp eyes pinning Liam in place. "Too fast? Sweetheart, you’ve been in our grasp for weeks now. You keep running in circles, trying to convince yourself you have an escape. But let’s be honest–you never really wanted to leave, did you?"Liam bristled. "That’s not true. I didn't know you were two then."Jasper laughed, light and teasing," Now you know.” He trailed his fingers along Liam’s wrist, making him shiver. "Moreover, If you really wanted
Liam sat frozen, his mind racing to process the bombshell that had just been dropped on him. Julian and Jasper. Twins. Both had been in his life, creating a web of deception, yet neither seemed remorseful. His breath hitched as he looked between them, his fingers gripping the sheets like they were his only way to understand reality.They had known he was trying to seduce Julian. They had known he thought Jasper was Julian when he fell into bed with him. They had watched, played along, and let him believe he was in control. But he wasn’t. Not even close. Liam felt like a fool.He swallowed hard, his voice unsteady and low. “Why?”Julian tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. “Why what, darling?”Liam glared at him. “Why did you let it go on? You knew! You knew, and you just–”Jasper interrupted, stepping closer. “Because it was amusing and kind of very hilarious at first, Liam. You were so determined, so confident that you could play your little game. We wanted to see h
Liam stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked, trying to focus in the dim light."Julian?" he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. "What time is it?"Jasper sat down on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Liam's hair. "It's late. But there's someone I want you to meet, officially.”Liam frowned, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. He looked past Jasper, his gaze landing on the figure standing in the doorway.He gasped, his eyes widening in disbelief."Who… who is that?" Liam whispered, his voice trembling.Jasper took a deep breath, bracing himself for Liam's reaction."Liam," he said softly, "This is my brother, Julian."Julian stepped forward into the light, his smile smooth and practiced."Pleasure to finally meet you properly, Liam," he said, his voice a low purr.Liam stared at Jasper, his eyes darting back and forth between the two brothers. He looked as if he might be sick. "This… this is insane," Liam stammered, pushing himself up in bed. He wrapped the sh
The chrome gleam of the private jet's landing lights sliced through the inky blackness of the night. Jasper stood on the tarmac, the chill night air doing little to cool the fire that still raged within him. The image of Damian’s leering face and the memory of Liam, vulnerable and terrified, burned behind his eyelids.As the jet door opened, a figure emerged, silhouetted against the cabin light. The man descended the steps with the same effortless grace, the same predatory stillness that Jasper possessed. It was as if looking into a mirror, a mirror reflecting a version of himself honed to a razor's edge."Jul," Jasper said, the name a low rumble in his chest.Julian grinned, a flash of white teeth in the darkness. "Jasper. You sounded… agitated. What prize have you found worth dragging me away from the Aegean at this hour?""A piece of trash that needed taking out."Julian raised an eyebrow, a silent question. Jasper simply turned and walked back towards the waiting car. Julian follo
The after-party was a cacophony of clinking glasses, forced laughter, and the thumping bass of a DJ trying too hard. Julian, as promised, had dressed Liam. Not in a vulgar, ostentatious way, but with an understated elegance that whispered of wealth and good taste. A silk shirt, the color of claret wine, clung to Liam's frame, its V-neck dipping just low enough to hint at the hollow of his throat. Dark trousers, impeccably tailored, completed the ensemble. He felt like a prized possession, on display and impeccably curated.And Julian certainly treated him like one. All night, he’d kept a possessive hand on the small of Liam’s back, steering him through the crowd, introducing him to people whose names blurred into insignificance. Liam played his part, offering witty retorts and a dazzling smile, fueled by champagne and a simmering resentment. He was a puppet, dancing to Julian’s tune, but tonight, he decided, he’d enjoy the performance.He could feel Damian’s eyes on him throughout the