LOGIN⚠️🔞 18+ WARNING 🔞⚠️ Cassian rammed in asking, "whose idea was this? To provoke me to fuck you? Who spiked my drink?" as Cassian asked he brought his palm down repeatedly on Orion's ass. Tears filled the boy's eyes and moans from Azriel and Orion echoed. "whose idea was it," Cassian growled. "nobody's" Orion moaned. Cassian reached around holding the base of Orion's cock. Stopping his orgasm but still kept pounding. Till Orion cried frantically, “me Daddy, I did, fuck!!!" Cassian laughed sadistically and said, “then you should bear the consequence of your actions. I'll fuck you till the drugs wear off. It's gonna be a long night" Cassian Blackwood ruled an empire… until the boys he raised returned. Azriel and Orion don’t see him as a father, they see him as their property. Every move, every breath, every desire belongs to them. His mother, his friends, even his own body are pawns in their obsession. And Cassian isn’t fully himself. Lucien, his hidden other, emerges when he’s cornered… giving the boys everything they crave. And eventually push Cassian to the back of the mind. In this world, love is control, obsession is power, and freedom is an illusion. Some sins are inherited. Some are created. Some… can never be escaped. Our Perfect Sin: an intense, dark MM erotic tale of possession, desire, and destruction.
View MoreCassian jerked awake to the ropes digging into his arms, yanking his arms back against a rough wooden chair. His heart slammed in his chest, panic exploding through him, no slow drag from sleep, just raw terror, and ankles tied with bindings that spread his legs wide, leaving him exposed in nothing but sweatpants.
He thrashed hard, muscles bulging, chair scraping the floor with a screech. Pain lanced up his arms, ropes tearing his skin, and hot blood trickling down. "What the fuck?" he snarled, voice gravel rough. Last night: 'he had locked the doors to his quarters, the guards had been on patrol, No breaches or warning from the security system. So how the fuck is he tied up to a fucking chair. So impossible.' he thought. The room reeked of old wood, leather, and that metallic tang of blood, his now, or someone else's stain from before. This had to be his basement, it seems familiar. Shadows danced slightly under dim lights, closing in. "Easy," a voice sliced the air, calm and almost taunting, Azriel's, from three years buried deep. Cassian's blood iced. "You," he spat, twisting to glare. Azriel came out first, tall and still beautiful, black shirt stretched over his lean muscle, eyes locked like a predator's. Orion slinked beside him, seductive look hiding the storm, jeans hugging his hips, gaze raking Cassian's bare chest, lingering on the sweat beading down to his waistband. "How?" Cassian roared, yanking ropes till they chewed deeper. "I set you free. Gave you cash, power, lives. Get out of my house!" Azriel's laugh mocking. "Money? Space? You ghosted us." He lunged close, fist cracking into Cassian's jaw, stars burst, copper flooding his mouth. "You took yourself, our anchor, our everything." Orion circled behind, breath hot on Cassian's neck. "We were orphans you claimed," he murmured, fingers ghosting Cassian's bound arms, then dipping to lick the blood from his arms, tongue slow, possessive, sending unwanted fire through veins. "But not sons, we are your lovers. Yours." Cassian bucked, rage and dread churning. "Bullshit. You were four. I saved you from the streets, raised you to stand alone." Azriel grabbed his chin, forcing eye contact, thumb bruising. "We needed your cock, not your pity." His free hand slammed Cassian's thigh, nails digging. "Sorry for the bruise daddy," running his tongue across where he hit Cassian, "but You trained us, taught us obedience, made us beg under you. Now it's only fair we return it. If you won't give us you willingly then we'll take it by force" Orion's palm slid inside Cassian's sweatpants, wrapping his thickening cock in a tight grip. "We are dependent on you and wouldn't change that," he whispered, stroking slow, thumb circling the leaking slit. Cassian groaned, hating the throb, the betrayal of his body arching into it. "Stop, "That is not true. You are grown men. You have wealth." he gasped, but Azriel shoved fingers into his mouth, gagging him. "No," Azriel growled, nipping his earlobe bloody. "You are not our father. "We need every lash, every fuck. Your power over us. We choose you. Forever." Orion pumped harder, fist slick with pre-cum, twisting at the head till Cassian's hips jerked helplessly. Azriel dropped to his knees, yanking sweatpants down, mouth engulfing Cassian's balls, sucking rough, teeth grazing. "Beg like we did," Azriel mumbled slightly away from the flesh. Cassian's mind fractured, memories crashing: the gang war night he'd dragged them from bullets, their tiny hands clutching him, evolving into fevered nights of his "lessons." Ropes creaked as he strained, pleasure overcoming him despite fury. "Monsters," he choked, but his cock wept for more, hips thrusting into Orion's merciless hand that had replaced his brother's. They owned him now, his sins reflected back, amplified. Escape? A lie. The air thickened with musk and madness, their touches branding him deeper than any rope. Orion leaned in, lips claiming Cassian's in a bruising kiss, tongue fucking his mouth while his fist blurred on the shaft. Azriel's mouth joined Orion's hand, swallowing Cassian's cock whole, throat clenching with a non-existent gag reflex just the way Cassian liked. Cassian shattered, cum erupting down Azriel's throat in hot spurts, body convulsing as they milked every drop. Weak, spent, he slumped, their whispers promising eternity. Orion breathed, licking remnants from his fingers and Azriel's lips. The real war had just begun between his control, their obsession, the blurred past. All coated in blood and bliss.Cassian had not been with the twins for very long in this last week. Part of it was his suspicion that they were not innocent of what he was investigating. For weeks he had been quietly digging into the death of the woman he was supposed to marry. The official story never sat right. She had not been sick. She had no known enemies. Almost no one outside a very small circle even knew she existed. The deeper he looked, the more the edges frayed. Timelines that did not match. But the body he had found was pure evil. Like the killer took revenge in her and they tell me it was a bear cause she was on a trip in the jungle. People who should have remembered her but claimed they did not. He kept the investigation to himself, locked behind encrypted files and private channels, because he already knew where the answers would lead. And lately the twins’ attitude toward Nagur had grown sharper. They watched him too closely. They touched him with a kind of deliberate roughness that went beyond p
The arms dealership meeting was scheduled for late afternoon. Cassian had postponed it twice already. The contact on the other end was a patient man, but even patience had limits when the product involved high-grade military surplus and the kind of money that could shift power balances across three territories. Cassian finally took the call in his private office, the door left open so he could hear any sound from the guest room down the hall. Nagur had been resting for most of the day. The medication had dulled the worst of the inflammation, and the ointment had begun to soothe the rawness. Cassian had checked on him twice—once to bring food he mostly didn’t eat, once to adjust the pillows when he shifted restlessly. Each time Nagur had looked at him with quiet, clouded eyes, as if the world beyond the bed still felt slightly distant. The meeting began later than planned. Cassian sat at his desk, the secure line open, a tablet displaying the inventory and transfer schedules.
The morning light crept into the mansion slowly, pale and reluctant, as if even the sun hesitated to look too closely at what lived inside these walls. Cassian had not slept. He had spent the night with Nagur curled against his chest on the large couch, one hand resting in the younger man’s hair, the other draped across his back. Nagur had drifted in and out of light sleep, occasionally shifting and wincing when the residual soreness in his body reminded him of the previous night. Cassian had soothed him each time with quiet murmurs and slow strokes along his spine until the tension eased again. By the time the twins stirred upstairs, the doctor had already been summoned. Cassian rose carefully, settling Nagur against the cushions with a soft blanket. He dressed in simple dark clothes and went to wake Azriel and Orion. They were still sore, still marked, but their eyes lit up the moment they saw him. He helped them dress in loose clothing, applied more cream where needed, and led
Lucien finished with the twins. He cleaned them up carefully with warm cloths, wiping away the sweat, cum, and lube from their bodies. He removed the toys gently, applied fresh cream to their sore holes and bruises, and tucked them under the soft sheets. Both boys were exhausted, breathing slow and even as they drifted into deep sleep. He stood there for a moment, watching them. Then he turned and left the room, dressed only in black silk nightwear that clung to his frame.He went to the bar in the mansion’s main living area. He poured himself a large glass of whiskey and drank it in one go. Then another. And another. The alcohol burned down his throat, but it did little to quiet the thoughts swirling in his head.Was this what his life had become? All he did now was fuck around all day. Since the twins had snatched his empire, he had let them control him. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was his protectiveness over them. Maybe it was something darker inside him that enjoyed it. He h
The room was thick with steam and unspoken hunger as Cassian dried himself slowly, the rough towel clenched in his fist like a lifeline he was already losing. Water still clung to the hard ridges of his muscles, tracing sinful paths down his chest and abs before disappearing into the dark trail of
Cassian woke to the cold bite of metal against his wrists and ankles. His head rested heavily on the pillow, eyes blinking against the morning light, hands straining at the chains. Panic rose in his chest before his mind could catch up, he was chained to the bed. The soft click of the door openin
Azriel goes to loosen the ropes from Cassian, not without saying, “Daddy, promise not to get mad or get physical after we let you free,” Cassian doesn't respond he just nods his head grimly. As Azriel went to loosen the ropes, he first kissed Cassian, plunging his tongue into Cassian's mouth moani
The PastAs Cassian sat there, still coming down from the high of the orgasm, bound and exposed, the present blurred into fragments of the past. The pressure of Orion's hand on his cock began again, more painful than the last, stroking slowly, deliberately, pulled at those old threads, forcing






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