บททั้งหมดของ Our Perfect Sin; An MMM Obsessive Tale : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Cassian woke with a pounding headache and the taste of stale whiskey on his tongue. Sunlight came in through the curtains, very bright. He groaned and tried to sit up, but gentle hands were already there, one on his shoulder, another pressing a cool cloth to his forehead.“Easy,” Azriel said softly. “We brought you water and Advil.”Orion stood on the other side of the bed, holding a tray with toast, eggs, and fresh fruit. Both twins were back to normal, no more childlike voices, no more wide eyed dependence. Their eyes were sharp again, their postures straight, the collars still snug around their necks. But they moved around him with the same careful attention they had shown the past few days.Cassian let them help him sit up. He ate the small meal Orion held then swallowed the pills, drank the water, after a few hours of resting, he allowed them to guide him to the dining table. They had already made lunch, a simple meal of grilled chicken, rice, and vegetables, and they set a plate

The visit with his mother had been tense but polite. Cassian had sat with her for nearly an hour, making small talk while the twins remained quiet in the background. The toys he had placed on them were doing their work, the cock rings kept them half-hard and aching, the plugs shifted with every small movement, and the nipple clamps tugged relentlessly under their clothes. They had endured it all with soft, hidden whimpers and flushed cheeks, their bodies craving the torment even in this sterile visiting room.When Cassian finally excused himself to use the restroom, the twins waited only a few minutes taking an excuse on needing the restroom before following him.They entered the bathroom quietly at first, but the moment the door closed behind them, Orion called out, “Cassian?”No answer.Azriel pushed the main door shut and kicked the lock into place with his foot, not caring if anyone else might need the facilities. The entire restroom was now theirs.“Cassian?” Orion called again,

The morning of the party, the mansion was alive but filled with wants and desire. Lucien woke early, already fully in control. He looked at the two boys sleeping beside him, Azriel and Orion, naked, collared, bodies still bearing faint marks from previous nights. A slow, dark smile spread across his face. Today was special. Today, they would be displayed and used. Today, he would prepare them properly. “Wake up, pets,” he said, voice low and commanding. Both twins stirred, eyes opening still in submissive mood. They knew that tone. They knew what it meant. Lucien didn’t rush. He wanted them aching and desperate long before the guests arrived. He started with bondage. He had them stand in the center of the playroom. First, he locked their wrists together behind their backs with thick leather cuffs. Then he attached a spreader bar between their ankles, forcing their legs wide apart. Their holes and cocks were completely exposed. He stepped back and admired them for a long moment,

Lucien pulled out of Azriel with a wet, obscene sound. Thick ropes of his cum leaked slowly from the twin’s wrecked, gaping hole, dripping down his thighs onto the platform. Azriel whimpered softly, body still trembling from the brutal pounding. Orion, strapped beside him on the St. Andrew’s cross, was in a similar state, leaking, marked, breathing hard, eyes glassy with overwhelmed pleasure. The entire hall erupted into thunderous applause and cheers. Guests clapped, whistled, and raised their glasses. Some were already stroking themselves openly, eyes dark with hunger at the raw display. Lucien stepped back, breathing steady, and unstrapped both twins from the crosses. Their legs were shaky. Azriel’s limp returned as he tried to stand. Lucien caught them before they could fall, supporting their weight with strong arms. Two staff members hurried over to help. Together, they guided the twins to a wide, comfortable couch at the edge of the platform. Lucien laid them down gently, le

Cassian sat in the armchair beside the bed all night. He hadn’t moved. The room was dark except for the faint glow of a single lamp he had left on. The twins slept deeply on the large bed, Azriel on the left, Orion on the right, their bodies curled toward each other like they had done since they were small. But this time their sleep was heavy, exhausted, broken by occasional soft whimpers when they shifted and the pain from the night before flared up. Cassian watched them without blinking for hours. Every bruise, every red welt, every mark on their skin was his doing. The handprints on their asses, the redness around their nipples from the clamps, the way their holes still looked slightly open and swollen even after he had cleaned them. He had used them. He had let the crowd use them. And then he had taken them back like his property. The guilt sat like a stone in his chest. It pressed down harder every time one of them let out a quiet, pained sound in their sleep. He had hurt th