The next evening, Liam could barely walk.
His asshole still throbbed from the brutal double penetration the night before. Every step sent a wet squelch of leftover c*m leaking into the tight black briefs Victor had forced him to wear all day. The fabric was soaked. His hole felt loose, swollen, and constantly empty — a humiliating reminder of his new place in the family.
He had spent the entire day in a haze. Victor had made him attend online classes from the estate while wearing a thick butt plug, buzzing intermittently whenever Victor sent a command from his phone. Damien had cornered him twice — once in the hallway to shove his c**k down Liam’s throat for a quick face-f**k, and once in the bathroom to make him drink his piss straight from the source.
Now, as night fell, Victor summon
