Zel had never seen Pierre naked before, and he realized he really wanted to.

It didn't matter to him that there was going to be three of them naked in a few moments. It was going to be overwhelming, but he wanted it so bad.

He shuddered. "It's been torture the whole day Daddy please!"

Pierre moaned next to him which did not help Zel's dick one bit.

The intensity of the vibrators inside them kept changing with the Master's mood, and they had to act as if they were perfectly fine the entire day.

It was nothing short of torture. Especially while they all had dinner.

"I don't think disobedience is your best suit here," the Master said.

That jolted Zel back to focus. He inched closer to Pierre. The Master had told each of them to take off the other's clothes and they were all acting shy.

Right before Zel could do it, Pierre backed away from him. He was a little shocked until understanding washed over him.

He realized he was the problem here, the intruder. With the way Pierre's eyes kept darting to the Master's, he understood there was a level of trust there, so much that he sought comfort in his gaze over and over.

Zel was the one he didn't trust. It had to be because it would be their first time. He had to find a way.

"You can take mine off first okay?" He told Pierre who nodded like nothing could have been better than that at the moment.

Zel felt his hands tremble slightly before his shirt was being slowly lifted off. He couldn't look Pierre in the eye after it was off, even as he continued to stare at him.

Next, his pants were pulled off and it was now Pierre's turn. He was excited and only prayed that Pierre would let him.

Relief washed over him when he did.

Pierre's blush ran down all the way to his chest and Zel wanted to burrow his face against it and kiss him.

But he focused on the pants he was supposed to take off.

The Master tore his clothes off and joined them on the bed, dick at the ready, but it sucked that he put off using it for a while.

"Come here," he growled.

It sent a thrill through Zel, and looking over at Pierre, he must have felt the same thing.

Pierre hurtled towards Zel when his ass was slapped by the Master. His whimper sent tingles straight to Zel's dick.

"On all fours, both of you," the deep voice said.

Zel's knees were about to buckle with all the vibrations going on inside him. He was so ready to beg the Master to remove the devices, but maybe it was already happening. He felt the underwear being slipped off.

His shoulder brushed Pierre's as they both knelt side by side. He felt a tug, and with the way Pierre arched his back, he must have felt something of the same sort.

Pain flashed against Zel's butt cheeks when he felt the slap across them.

He moaned nonetheless, then felt another. Each spank became more painful than the last. Until he was writhing and begging the Master to stop.

"Daddy... please! Please..." Zel cried out.

"Please what?" The Master asked while rubbing over the flesh he'd just abused.

"Slower... I'm sorry Daddy."

"Save it for later. I'm not done with you yet."

He had a moment to rest while Pierre went through the same thing, but a little different. Because the Master did it while pulling the device out.

Zel wanted that too. He was almost at the point where he couldn't take anymore of the stimulation.

He got lost watching Pierre's flesh dance under the Master's hand. It was hypnotic. He couldn't hear much, until the Master was above him again, spreading his legs.

The vibrations stopped once the device was out and Zel felt like he could finally breathe, and yet he wanted more.

He spread Zel's legs wider. And then he felt the cold lube at his opening, and the Master's fingers pushing inside at the same time he watched the other hand enter Pierre.

Shamelessly, Zel couldn't control himself, he started fucking himself on the Master's fingers.

"So greedy," the Master said while pulling out of him.

"No! I–I want your dick, please," Zel begged.

"Hmm, I wonder if you even deserve it," the Master teased but to Zel, it stung.

"I don't– I don't want you to be disappointed in me Daddy..." Zel started. "I like it when you praise me, when you're happy with me. Maybe I crave–"

"Fuck. I know princess, but you've been bad, and bad little boys get punished. You won't do it again will you?"

"No Daddy! I won't keep anything from you again," Zel desperately wanted him to believe it.

The Master nodded. "Good. Because that's what I expect. But we're still not done."

The Master went to stand behind Pierre. All the while he'd been talking to Zel, he'd been rolling on a condom, and now he was ready to go.

"Take his cock in your mouth princess," the Master said.

If Zel was shocked by it, he didn't show it. He wanted Pierre so badly.

He only scooted over to where he was and lowered his head, flicking his tongue over the member and taking it inside his mouth.

Pierre hissed and jerked a little violently at the action. But the Master had his hands trapped behind him, leaving him exposed for Zel to explore.

And then the Master suddenly thrusted inside him.

"Ah! Putain Daddy!" Pierre whined. Zel sucked him harder.

The Master thrusted continuously in long, hard strokes.

"D-daddy... ah! Can I – can I kiss him? S'il vu plaît?"

Zel paused and let the cock fall out of his mouth. Pierre wanted to kiss him? His own dick twitched.

"Please Daddy," Zel added, his voice sounded especially whiny and needy.

The nod from the Master was all he needed.

His heart wanted to explode when Pierre's lips were finally on his. The Master's thrusts only added to the sparks.

Their lips moved in perfect sync as they tested the waters for the first time.

Pierre was a really good kisser, a little contrary to Zel's expectations.

He expected him to be way too shy for the kiss to be anything but light. Not that he would have even cared.

But Pierre had even nipped his bottom lip and pulled him closer, Zel was lost. It wasn't at all like Pierre.

"Fuck..." the Master said. Zel heard it when he groaned. "That's enough."

They broke the kiss. Zel wanted the softness back already. He couldn't understand why the Master was asking that, when his face said something else.

The thrusts were now harder, and not as many before Pierre started begging the Master to let him cum.

"Go ahead," the Master whispered in his ear.

Just before Pierre could properly release, the Master pulled out of him and stopped all stimulation.

It didn't feel quite right to Pierre. He was coming, but it felt horrible, like he wasn't exactly coming. "What was that Daddy? I didn't like it at all."

The Master smirked. "That's because I'm punishing you," was all he said.

Pierre had a sour look on his face as the Master moved over to Zel and did the same thing.

This time, Pierre was sucking him off. Zel closed his eyes because if he kept on looking at him, he was going to come and then the consequences would be dire. It was that bad. He'd never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

When he reached his climax, the Master did the same to him. It wasn't nice.

"That's just mean Daddy!" Zel said. "So not cool."

"I know," the Master replied then chuckled.

He'd done it over and over until he'd reduced the two to a begging mess. Even angry at one point.

"Please Daddy... we're not disobeying you again. Please..." Zel was sure he couldn't take another one of the Master's games.

"Yeah, playtime's over," he replied. Finally.

This time, there were blissful looks when they finally orgasmed.

They couldn't even move when they were done. Pierre had already passed out after finally reaching his release.

Zel was half asleep watching him fondly when the Master cleaned them up, all the stickiness disappearing with the cloth.

When the Master left again, probably taking back the cloth, he stayed too long, and Zel still couldn't properly sleep.

"Daddy!" Zel's sleepy voice called out. "Daddy!"

"What is it princess?" The Master climbed onto the bed, fixing the pillows for Pierre to be more comfortable.

"I thought you'd passed out in the bathroom. If you must know, I need you... here," Zel threw one leg over the Master and settled his head against his shoulder once he was lying down.

The Master wasn't replying to anything he was saying, it frustrated him.

"Say something Daddy," he yawned. "I feel sleepy but I can't sleep, that's weird," Zel giggled.

"You'll get your bookshelves back after two weeks," the Master replied.

"Jeez! You suck at being romantic," said Zel, he turned a little and rubbed his cheek on the Master's skin. "But you always smell so good, so I'll forgive you."

The Master lay holding two warm bodies after Zel had finally slept. He couldn't really sleep for at least an hour.

When Pierre moved a little and made a few soft sounds, his chest squeezed. And when Zel moved in response to hold him tighter, his heartbeat spiked.

He sighed at looked up to the ceiling.

It's just a phase. It had to be.

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By the middle of the two weeks Riley was supposed to take his punishment, he was extremely angry to a point he actually considered disqualification.

He was very irritable, snapping at every living creature in his way. It was almost like his personality had turned the complete opposite.

"Do you want to read a book?" Zel peeked inside his room and asked him innocently.

For some reason he snapped. "Do I look like I want to read?!" He wanted to eat something for fuck's sake. Anything someone else made.

Zel scrunched his face in irritation. "You don't have to be so rude about it," he said.

"Yeah? If you don't like it then fuck off!" Riley said then walked out the door past Zel, like he couldn't stand to be close to him.

Zel didn't make it easy. He followed him instead, his quick steps trying to match Riley's long strides.

"Calm down Ry! Are you pregnant or something?!" Zel called after him.

Riley didn't stop, he kept walking while muttering something about babies under his breath.

"Are you hungry? I know you become annoying when you're hungry. Can I fix you something?" Zel asked, still trying to catch up with him.

"I don't want your damn food!"

They carried on bickering and fighting, snide remarks and whiny voices. They must have been loud because it brought a third person to their arguments.

"Would you two just shut the fuck up?!" Jet shouted, stunning the two into quietness for a little while.

Riley was quick to recover. "Why don't you try–"

"Riley!" A gentle and yet commanding voice stopped him from possibly starting a fight.

There was absolute quiet. He noticed Jet ball his fists then leave at the sound of the voice. And then the Master was walking towards him.

He surprised himself at the fact that he wasn't saying anything to the reason he was angry.

The Master inspected him for a while before speaking. "Are your balls that itchy?"

Riley rolled his eyes and crossed his arms and legs where he sat on the couch.

"I think he's hungry Daddy, he won't admit he wants something to eat, even when I offered," said Zel in what looked like a permanent pout.

"I already said I don't want your fucking food," Riley snapped again.

"Hey," the Master searched his gaze. "Don't talk to him like that."

If Riley paid closer attention then he'd understand the look on Zel's face. He just knew it had to do with what the Master had said.

"Is it the punishment? Is that what you're being so difficult about?" He was asked.

Riley turned his head the other way.

"You broke a rule darling, it's only fair you take the punishment in stride, without stringing other people along."

The Master's tone had changed now. He crouched right next to where Riley sat. His brows raised in question while he looked up at Riley with patience in his eyes.

Riley knew he was right but it would just suck if he agreed with him. So why the fuck was he slowly nodding his head?

"It's been a week and you're already doing so well," said the Master. He got up and bent down to kiss Riley's forehead. A first. It was rare for him to be so nonsexual about a kiss.

The praise worked wonders. Or maybe it was his voice, maybe it was the kiss or maybe it was nothing at all.

The reason for his anger had been the only person who could bring him back to himself. And that's when he knew that there was a possibility he was fucked.

The Master made his way out again, saying there was somewhere he had to be.

He turned to Zel watching the Master leave. He figured there was a possibility that Zel too, was fucked.

"Zel," he said calmly, ashamed at the way he had been snapping at the innocent male.

Ashamed didn't quite cover it. He was horrified at his own stupidity. He hoped to God it wasn't the case but he would understand if Zel didn't want to talk to him.

"Wha–" Zel turned to him, still seeming a little dazed.

"I'm not sure what I was thinking, but I'm sorry about all this," said Riley. He felt like he was skating on thin ice.

How could he have been such an asshole to Zel? Also, he was scared of the silence. Say something! He willed.

To his relief, Zel's face softened and he only saw the warmth he was used to.

"It's fine Ry. I have an apology of my own," said Zel.

"No, you don't owe me an apology."

"Yes I do. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was sick. I understand it's part of the reason you are so mad at me," Zel pursed his lips then let them go, biting his lip.

"I'm not mad at that," Riley replied, all of his focus on what Zel was doing with his lip.

"Yeah you are. You me told to... fuck off... you'd never say that to me. No matter what," said Zel.

It was the first time he'd heard a cuss word leave Zel's mouth. And it was just too cute. But Zel was right. He'd been so fucking mad, but not anymore.

Why, was what he wanted to know. Why did it bother him so much that Zel kept something like that from him.

If this had happened in the first month they were here, it wouldn't have meant anything to him. Sure he wouldn't want Zel to die or anything but he wouldn't have given a fuck. About Zel or anyone else.

Right now, he was starting to give more and more fucks everyday. About Zel. And about a bunch of other men.

"You're right, but I'm not mad anymore," Riley moved closer to him and opened his hands wide. "Come here."

Zel excitedly wrapped his hands around him. He'd come to learn that he was a really good hugger that even now he felt at ease.

He really had to tell his hands to stop seeking out Zel's waist all the time. Fuck.

"I can't get it off my mind," said Zel. He knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Neither can I," Riley replied.

They were quiet after that. Both thinking about their first and only kiss.

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To Mason's understanding, the gala was almost like a sort of a modern ball with the rule that everyone wore a name tag with a fake name.

You could only refer to people with the name on their tag. Weird, he thought.

The Master had asked him what he wanted on his tag and told him it couldn't be his actual name. When he'd asked why, he only said it was to keep him safe.

Vanilla. That was the name he'd chosen. Because he felt like being sarcastic.

There was to be dinner, a dance and then an auction of some sort. It was all so old fashioned.

He'd never had so many people so desperate to take his picture before. Immediately they were out of the limo, he closed his eyes at the lights from all the cameras, he didn't expect it.

The Master had held his waist possessively whispered to him not to worry as they made their way in.

There were a few people he'd ever only seen on TV, and a ton of other people who looked like they spent their baby days in cradles made from gemstones.

Everyone looked so sparkly and shiny.

He didn't understand exactly why the Master had to be here, but it seemed like he had no choice.

Rich people had a different way they talked with each other. Almost everything was the opposite of what they actually meant. It was exhausting to listen to them.

Mason was wrong to smile back at the lady who approached them. "Hi!" She said.

The Master didn't even smile at her, only spared her a glance and nodded. Fuck, he's so hot, Mason thought.

It became clear to him what she was doing, she tried so much to wedge herself between them, pushing her chest against the Master to expose her cleavage to him. Acting like Mason wasn't right there.

"The fu–"

"Excuse us..." Mason cut in. He didn't think the Master would've gone easy on her, and he didn't want to see it.

He read her name tag. "Umm... Uglisha, but your dress," Mason shook his head. "I can't do it to my eyes anymore."

She scoffed, shocked. "It's Ursula! And do you know how much this dress cost?!"

"Go tell the fashion police," Mason said politely, before pulling the Master away with him.

"That was very smooth, I'm a little impressed," said the Master.

"Yeah?" Mason turned to him, looking at the name on his tag, it was expertly chosen. Kinky. It read, just the opposite of his.

"Yeah," he replied. Right before they could properly have a moment, someone came up to them.

"Hey um... Kinky, Vanilla," he dipped his head in a way of greeting. There was a halfway finished drink in his hand.

It puzzled him how no one here could finish one little glass. He'd emptied more that five glasses in the first five minutes they had arrived.

And then the Master had taken probably the seventh glass from him. "This isn't a club, no more alcohol for you," he'd said, and that was that.

The Master suddenly pulled him closer. The who approached them was Colossal. Or at least that's what the name tag said.

"It's really rare to see you with anyone Sir," Mason noted the 'sir' as Colossal spoke. "Are you guys..." his voice drifted away, trying so poorly to hide his disapproval.

The Master spoke. "Vanilla and I were just discussing what sex positions made babies faster. He wants three."

"Honey!" Mason played along. "I said at least seven."

The Master chuckled. "Maybe you'll have to convince me when we get home," the Master leaned in and Mason pecked his lips.

"I'll take him away now," a female voice said. "Nice to meet you sweetie. We'll leave you lovebirds to it."

She took Colossal—who had been frozen on the spot—away.

"Who is she?" Mason was intrigued that someone spoke so fondly around the Master, she seemed really genuine.

"Probably the only person I can stand in these pointless gatherings," the Master answered.

That was nice. He'd want to know her if he was a permanent part of the Master's life.

"I acted the way I did because Colossal is... homophobic. He just tries to hide it most times."

Right. That was acting.

"For a man as smart as you, you really are stupid. I think he is in love with you, that was a little harsh."

"Him?" The Master laughed. "He's not in love with me– how could anyone–"

What? Love your dumbass?! Mason wanted to lecture him about the fact that anyone could be loved, but it would only make him uncomfortable.

"Ask him the next time you meet him, you've got the balls. Why do you think he hated seeing me?"

"He's homophobic?"

"Does he avoid you?"

"No," the Master led him away from the main gathering, away from everyone.

"Why do you think dumbass?"

The Master sighed. "I see your point. You can shut up now."

The Master had led him to a room and closed the door, then slammed him against the wall.

"Wh- What are you doing?" Mason asked.

"Pushing your pants down, we wouldn't want them ruined would we?" The Master replied casually.

"I guess n- ahh!" Mason lost his train of thought.

"If you make any loud noises," the Master said in a very low voice. "Someone will hear, and remember, we don't have the key to this room."

Mason bit down on his lower lip to muffle his moans and nodded.

"You're going to cum from only my fingers," the Master extended his hand to masons mouth. "Spit," he ordered.

Once Mason's saliva coated his fingers, he felt them prodding at his entrance.

"My name," the Master said, adding a third finger inside Mason. The other man moaned. "It's Alexander."

Mason gasped.

"Remember it." He demanded. "And when I'm deep inside you and you can't breath, it'll be the only name on your tongue, because you'll be screaming it, and I'll just keep fucking you."

Mason came from only hearing that. He felt sorry that someone might find dried cum on the wall in the morning but that wasn't what he could focus on.

Alexander... It was a name fitting for the man halfway destroying his ass with his fingers. Mason doubted he'd have come right there if the name had been Bob. No offense. It just didn't suit the Master.

He moaned and braced himself against the wall, a good amount of energy leaving his body.

'You're not important enough to know that detail.' Those words were probably the only reason he was still in the competition. They reminded him to never cross the line. Reminded him of the type of competition it was.

Why did he tell him? Could it be-

"Ahh..." his prostate was rubbed one last time before the fingers left him feeling empty. "You didn't-" finish.

The Master turned him around and assertively pressed their lips together. He did it while fixing Mason's clothes and tucking him back inside his pants.

How the kiss didn't break throughout it all was beyond him. Mason didn't know what was going on. His mind always snuffed out every time the Master brought their lips together.

When he was fully clothed, they broke the kiss.

Mason watched for what he would do next. The Master's eyes were so full of desire for him and the huge bulge in his pants was evidence enough.

"We're leaving now," he said.

Oh thank God.

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Oh and the first scene was your idea, thank you hoomansbeweirdin ✨