30. Mammon
THIRTY
MAMMON
I did this for them.
Maybe not consciously. Maybe when I started planning years ago to overthrow the false master, I didn’t realize it. When I stabbed him in the heart and took his place as the ruler of our cult, I didn’t know. It’s interesting and even a bit frustrating to think that all the decisions I’ve made most of my life were with Bel and Gore in mind.
They had me in the palms of their hands before they even knew it.
But speaking to them now, I know it’s true. I established control over this tiny island for them. So they could be happy, live without shame, and be themselves. I wanted security for them. To make sure they were put on the pedestal they deserve. To assure that if anything ever happened to me…
Fuck.
I’ve officially lost it. My control. I said I wouldn’t change for them, but that’s what happened. By even admitting that I didn’t do this for myself, they’ve altered my very mindset without even trying. But with the way Gore is staring up at me like I’m his king and the sweet and charming smile on Bel’s lips, I don’t think I’d take any of it back.
“Yes,” I repeat, patting the back of both their heads. “I did this for you.”
Gore’s lashes flutter drunkenly. “Oh, Mammon. That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Daddy is all soft for us, isn’t he?” Bel says from his position on my lap, teasing his fingers up my chest with a devious smirk. “I always knew it.”
“This doesn’t change things,” I say. I’m still going to be the controlling asshole who dictates every step of their lives. I’m still going to treat them the way I have been…but maybe with a bit more tender care. Especially after what could have happened to them tonight.
Fuck, I was terrified. Real terror. The kind we inflict upon others fell on my head and knocked my breath out of my chest. One second, my princess was the picture of perfection riding Bel’s cock, but all I can see when I close my eyes is his bullet-riddled body lying beside me. This growing dependency between us could have been over just as it started.
I growl, jerking forward and capturing Bel’s lips with my own. Palming his ass, I grind him against me with sheer desperation. Gore’s breath hitches beside us, watching the way Bel melts in my arms. The need for them at this moment is intense, all-consuming, like the world will crash and burn if I don’t taste pleasure.
Bel pulls away with a shit-eating grin. “I like where this is going.”
“Can we get naked now?” Gore blurts, already fumbling with his pants, but the poor princess can’t seem to manage the buttons with his pink cast. He looks up at me with big brown watery eyes and frowns. “Help me.”
Bel and I share a chuckle, but I shake my head. “Not here. Let’s go to our room.”
Our room.
Gore stands but stumbles, the painkillers making his movements sluggish. I smile down fondly at him as I pick him up, propping him on my hip like he weighs nothing, mostly because he doesn’t. I take Bel’s hand and lead them both out of the office and toward the end of the hall. Bel opens the door for me and closes it once we’re inside. Taking Gore to the bed, I lay him down at the center and start to strip him. As I reveal every beautiful inch of him, I’m hit again by the terror of losing him; Bel too. Bel snakes beside me, somehow already naked, and presses his body against mine.
My perfect possessions. My sweet little pets. Mine .
With a snarl, I toss Bel on the bed beside Gore, my chest heaving as I think of all the things I can do with them. Bel and I have fucked Gore in more positions than I can count, having stuffed him full of both our cocks more than once, but I want to experience everything with them.
Right now, however, I want to watch.
I wordlessly toss a bottle of lube at Bel and he immediately understands the request. With Gore in his drug-induced state, he’s wanton and vocal as Bel works him open. He squirms and whines and turns that pretty pink color I adore. When he’s ready and prepped, Bel slathers some lube on his cock and slides in, grunting when he bottoms out.
“Do you like this?” Bel asks and turns around to look at me, his perfect ass flexing with each thrust. “You like when I fuck your princess?”
“Always,” I say through a clenched jaw. When Gore locks his legs around Bel’s waist and starts to fuck himself on him, I squeeze my dick. “Seems like Gore likes it too.”
Bel chuckles in admiration, pushing back Gore’s green hair as he kisses his forehead. “He loves everything we do to him.”
“And how about you?” I dance my fingers down Bel’s back until I reach his crease. “Do you like being fucked, brat?”
His breath hitches when I use one hand to part his cheeks and press my thumb against his hole. He keeps that shit-eating grin on his face, even as his hips stutter. “Oh, you know I love me some thick Daddy cock.”
I roll my eyes fondly. I wonder if Bel realizes that the things he says sometimes sound like they’re coming out of a bad porno. Either way, I love it. Putting some lube on my fingers, I tease Bel, getting him nice and slick. I don’t overly prep him because I know the kinky fuck likes a little bit of pain. I also just can’t wait as I position myself behind him and nudge against his entrance.
“You’re going to stay still and let me fuck the two of you,” I breathe against his ear, nipping at his skin when he opens his mouth to protest. “Let me show you how much I love you.”
Gore’s eyes grow glossy. “You love us?”
More than my own fucking life and I never thought that could be possible. But that’s what violence does. It has a way of shifting your priorities, of making you realize things you thought you could keep hidden. I know now that I’d die for them. That’s why I covered their bodies with my own when the bullets rang out. I would rather be the one getting hit if it meant they could live.
“I love you,” I whisper in Bel’s ear as I slide in slowly. His wince brings me nothing but pleasure. I lock eyes with Gore and smile. “I love you too.”
“Prove it,” Bel grunts through gritted teeth, his back tensing as he slowly adjusts to my size. “Show us.”
I nod and begin the process of trying to convey how much they mean to me.
I’ll never be a man who’ll write them poetry or sing them songs. I don’t think I can say anything more than a simple I love you . I’m introspective enough to know I’m more than likely not capable of it. My emotions are highly guarded, just like the rest of me, but they’re the only ones who get to peek behind the curtain.
I drape myself over Bel’s back as he sags into Gore. It’s a bit of an awkward angle, all of us smashed together, but it works because they fit perfectly against the other. I start a tender and loving pace, bottoming out with a steady force that rocks Bel’s cock deeper into Gore. All the while, I think about how much I love them.
My princess, who likes to wear pretty things for me; his sweetness and innocence. The way he’s not always in touch with reality; how he sees the world through rose-colored glasses. How his darkness is a softer kind, subtle, and only peeks out at certain times. I also love how easy he is to play with, manipulate, and mold. It’s an honor to be his puppet master.
Then, as I pick up my pace, I think of Bel. Such a brat; always challenging me and making everyone around him uncomfortable. He loves the spotlight, loves guiding Gore, but I know he needs someone to take care of him every now and then. He played the protector for so long, but now I’m here, and he can let go.
I tell him that, whispering in his ear as I grip his hips. “You like this? Being a pillow princess? Want me to just fuck away your thoughts?”
He slowly morphs into someone docile, eyes fluttering shut as he turns to find my lips. “Please.”
Rewarding him with a kiss, I drink up his whine as I force him farther down onto Gore so I can address my princess. “And you. My heart. You like being played with?”
He nods shakily, sweat beading his forehead as I deliver a particularly hard thrust. “I just want to be told what to do.”
I smirk in triumph.
Well, that’s enough of that.
Time to fuck their brains out.
Sitting up, I take Bel by the hips and start releasing every fear and doubt I’ve ever had on his ass. I pound and pound until he’s nothing but a whimpering mess, all the while taunting him. “Poor baby. Is that little cock of yours ready to burst? Is this all you needed? One hard fuck to put you in your place?”
“Yes!” he cries out, so lost in the euphoria he doesn’t think. “Fuck, I’m just your whore, Mammon!”
“My beautiful whore,” I praise, slapping his ass once, twice, until it turns red. “I need to hear something.”
“Anything!”
“Shut up. I wasn’t talking to you.” I look to Gore, a devious swirl in my stomach. “Who fucks you better, princess?”
His eyes widen, only squeezing shut for a minute when Bel works his hand between them. “W-What?”
“I said, who”— thrust— “fucks”— thrust —“you better.”
Gore whines as tears prickle the corners of his eyes, which Bel licks up greedily with a moan. “Don’t make me answer that!”
“Is it him, Gore?” Bel taunts, his hand moving in a way that I know he’s torturing Gore’s dick. “Does he fuck you better than me? Do you like his big, fat cock more than mine?”
Gore shakes his head, his body tensing as I continue to plow into Bel, which in turn shoves his cock deeper into Gore. “Please! No!”
“Answer me,” I rasp, reaching around Bel to wrap a hand around Gore’s slender throat. “Tell me I fuck you the best. Tell me that you want to die impaled on my dick. Tell me that I’m better than Bel.”
Bel cackles maniacally, indulging in the torture of our precious princess. “You gonna break my heart, Gore?”
“N-No…”
“Whose dick do you prefer? Who stretches that perfect fucking pussy the best? Tell us, Gore.”
“Fuck! Fuck! You!” he cries out, and arching his back, he comes all over his chest. “I’m sorry, Bel!”
“Oh, it’s okay,” Bel groans as he starts to fuck Gore in earnest, bouncing that sweet ass back on my cock as he does. “Fuck, he’s got such a nice dick, baby. It stretches me open so well too. I don’t blame you.”
Gore’s still crying as Bel fills him with cum and at the sight of both my men sated, I follow along. I can’t wait and pull out quickly, spinning a yelping Bel so his ass is hovering over Gore’s face. “Suck my cum out of him,” I demand, not giving him a choice when I smother him.
Gore lets out sweet little whimpers as he does what I say. And Bel—fucking dirty and filthy—tries to lick his own cum leaking out of Gore’s tight ass.
“There you go,” I praise them both, running my fingers through Gore’s sweat-matted hair as I gently pat Bel’s ass. “Perfect. The two of you are fucking perfect.”
When Gore’s cleaned Bel up, he pushes him off, gasping for air. Bel doesn’t go far and wraps himself around his best friend, holding him tight through his tears. “We were only teasing, baby. I know you love me just as much.”
“Just as much,” Gore sniffles and buries his face in the crook of his neck. “I need both of you.”
“And…” I swallow, gulping as I part them so I can sneak in between their bodies. “And I need you too.”
Bel gives me the most breath-taking cum-drunk smile on the planet. He kisses my cheek while Gore dances his tongue up my shoulder. I pull the covers over us and snuggle in, content to stay filthy and depraved forever with them.
Fuck everything else.
Nothing could ever ruin us .