Chapter 1
Cassian 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.
