Lunar's POV

My cheeks flushed as Mr. Lincoln threw me over his shoulders, skipping some steps as he carried me into their home. They hadn't even given me time to properly put my shirt on from my shower. They were in a rush, and I didn't have enough to ponder on what.

I struggled to see where we were going, he was moving too fast. When he finally came to a stop it was because he was unlocking one of the rooms. Looking behind me, my cheeks burned. He was unlocking the locked room with the French doors. I looked at Mr. Hayes, a smirk playing on his lips as he kissed my own, biting on my bottom lip as he winked.

"Once you enter this room, you're ours," Mr. Lincoln finished unlocking the doors, kicking them open so harshly a crack echoed throughout the hallway. Dropping me onto my feet, he grabbed my jaw and looked me in the eyes. He had a stern tone, threatened with seduction and hotness. His pupils danced around my face, looking for hidden answers as I remained silent, his voice continuing, "There will not be turning back. Do you understand, Pet?"

Swallowing, I did a very hesitant nod, looking up at him entirely as he placed his hand on my chest, pushing me backward and into the room. A knot formed in my throat eagerly as Mr. Hayes shut the door behind himself, flipping the lock his tone threatening, "Get on your knees."

His voice was stern and dark, his head to the side as he side-eyed me. I could barely see either of them, only the tint of the moon peeking through the window was allowing me to see. I was so used to his delicacy that this side of him through me like a curveball, it made my heart stampede and flutter at the same time.

"Don't make either of us repeat, Little One," He hissed, he sounded tempered yet calm, "Get on your fucking knees."

I dropped onto my knees within a blink, a dim red light flickering on as Mr. Hayes began removing his tie, "All-fours."

A chuckle erupted from behind me as I did what I was told, my cheeks burning hotter and searing as I looked around the room with my eyes and without moving my head. I don't know why but everything in me just desired to do as told, to obey, and to be rewarded. I focused on the room we were in, it had black leather walls and soft red padding for flooring. A bunch of strange tables and tools surrounded the room along with shelves with other weird things on them.

"Lower your jeans," Mr. Hayes ordered as Mr. Lincoln rolled something next to me, my hand trembling as I lowered my jeans.

A yelp escaped my lips as something small and leather smacked my rear area, Mr. Hayes lifted my chin towards him, a smirk forming as he tightened a collar around my throat, a leash restraining me to the pipe that had been wheeled and locked next to me.

My pants were yanked off the rest of the way, another yelp escaping my lips as a second smack echoed through the room. A third one happened but harsher, Mr. Lincoln chuckling from behind me, "I love watching those pretty little marks form. It'll never get old."

He hit harder when I tried to sit down, causing me to hug the pipe as I stood on my knees. This made them both do deep chuckles as Mr. Lincoln yanked my head back by my hair, "Would the Pet like to speak?"

I nodded nervously, a smirk tugging at his lips as he teased a kiss on my mouth, "Speak."

"Wh-Wh-What are you hitting me w-with, Mr. Lincoln."

He spun it around in his hand, waving it over my face as he chuckled, "A whip. Would you rather it be my hands because I can't promise to behave. I can control the force with a whip better than my palm."

My cheeks burned all over again, another smack happening since I didn't reply to him, causing me to stammer breathlessly, "H-H-H-Hands."

He nibbled against my neck, making me hold the whip as I hugged the pipe, shivering from how cold it was against my skin. Biting down on my collarbone, he smacked his hand hard on my rear, a high yelp escaping my lips as Mr. Hayes came back in front of me.

"It is quite difficult not to Claim you right now," He kissed, smiling at my trembling from the pipe, "Can the Little One dance for us?"

"I-I-I don't know h-how to." I was confused at his words, but something about them seemed familiar. I'd heard them before, but I couldn't figure out from where or who. I'll have to ask my friend Jax next time I see him. I perked up, looking to the pocket of my pants as my phone rang War Child by Hollywood Undead, "...I'm feeling sexy..."

My cheeks lit up like Christmas lights, chuckles spilling from Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Hayes as Mr. Hayes lifted my phone, shaking it with a teasing tone, "Looks like Ms. Mathis would like to speak with you, Little One."

"I-I-I can c-call her back later," I croaked out, my face burning with embarrassment as he answered my phone, putting it to my ear, "H-Hey, Praying Mantis! Wh-Why are you c-calling so late? Sh-Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

I trembled as Mr. Lincoln trailed kisses down my spine, Mr. Hayes biting into my throat as Mathis squealed into my ear, "I got the job, Lune! I start next Tuesday! I'm so happy!! AAAAAHHHH! I'm so excited I could party, holy shit!!"

My breath hitched, my eyes widening as Mr. Lincoln's tongue played with my back entrance. My hand clasped around my mouth to keep from shyly whimpering.

"Are you still there, Lunar Moon? Ya didn't pass out on me, did ya? I'll scream into your damn ear if you did, You Damn Nut!"

"Keep talking, Little One," Mr. Hayes whispered, biting my ear as his nails trailed and twirled along my skin, "Don't be rude."

"Y-Y-Yes, I am," I managed out, my legs buckling from under me when Mr. Lincoln gently pushed a finger in, my hand clasping my mouth tight as my eyes went wide, "I-I'm still here, Mathis, I-I promise."

"Lune, are you alright?" I could hear the curiosity in her voice, picturing her with narrowed eyes and her arms crossed, "You are at home, aren't you?"

"I-I-I'm at a c-certain home," I tried to fight the groan in the back of my throat, biting my wrist hard, my legs shook from Mr. Lincoln moving his fingers at a rapid pace, "I-I got to g-get going, Matty. I-I have things to do, and I-I really don't want to bore ya, y-ya know?"

"Awe, you don't want her to hear you get Claimed?" Mr. Hayes chuckled. The very thought made my spine shiver, but there was that term again...where had I heard it?

"Ah, ah, ah!" She hissed, I could hear her foot stomping, "Why aren't you at home? Where are you? Who are you with? Why are you with them? What are you doing? Do I know them? Are you cheating on me? You best not me or I'll track yo bitch ass and break you like two-by-four!"

"She's persistent," Mr. Lincoln chuckled, putting me on all-fours and kissing my spine as I tensed, his tone becoming a sweet coo immediately, "Just breathe and keep talking, Pet. This will only hurt momentarily, I promise. If it's too much just double-tap the ground."

"I-I'm at a-a certain house," I repeated, trembling at the cold feeling that was rubbed at my rear, "Pl-Please, I-I need to get off..."

Or you are going to hear some things--!

It finally dawned on her, her voice shrilling with excitement, "You're with , aren't you?! What are you guys doing? Are you having fun? Can we hang out later?"

"Matty," I bit down on my tongue, Mr. Lincoln prepping himself, "Hang up the phone."

"Oh, my Elysium! You're getting fucked, aren't you?!" She was squealing so loud I had to move the phone away from my ear.

Mr. Lincoln started to push, the groan in the back of my throat escaping as Mr. Hayes smiled, bringing the phone to his ear, "We can happily send some proof if the sounds aren't enough, Darling."

My cheeks reddened as his fingers combed through my hair, my eyes widening as he grinned down at me, Mr. Lincoln's grip tightening on my hips and holding me up. My groans turned into the weakest moans as his hips bucked and rammed against me, one of his hands holding my throat as he purred threateningly, "I want her to see you cum, is that alright with you and her, Tyler?"

Mr. Hayes chuckled into my phone, "Would that be alright, Ms. Mathis? It's quite alright if you--"

"I-I-I guess it wouldn't h-hurt this one t-time."

My face felt like a volcano, my voice was gone, and my body was acting on its own. I was more humiliated than a person being pants on stage, but my mind and body found this...embarrassingly hot.

Mr. Hayes put her onto video chat, setting the camera in the perfect view to see everything before forcing my mouth open, shoving his shaft aggressively down my throat. My legs trembled frailly as Mr. Lincoln held my wrists tightly at my sides, ramming harder and rougher.

Why does this hurt so much b-but feel so good?

Tears streamed down my cheeks, my body shuddered, and my base was throbbed. This all felt so...good? Why did it feel even better when being watched? This is humiliating.

Goddess Elysium, I'm really doing this in front of my best friend. This is so dirty.

My throat filled with Mr. Hayes' cum as he held me to him, making me swallow his cream before pulling away from my throat. Mr. Lincoln pulled away for a few moments, pushing me onto my back before pushing himself back in, my wrists pinned at either side of my head. His voice was forceful yet seductive, yelling at me in a delicately fucked way, "Are you claimed?" A weak little nod coming from me had him growling, "Say it!"

"I-I am claimed," I moaned weakly, his grip tightening on my wrists, almost breaking my cast.

"By whom?" It was like he couldn't do something without the words being said and it made my body needy. His breath a violent purr into my throat as he repeated, "By who?"

Letting out a loud moan from his tempered ramming, I managed out weakly, "I-I am cl-claimed by Ryker L-L-Lincoln and T-Tyler Hayes."

"You're about to be," Mr. Hayes smiled down at me adoringly, exposing the opposite side of my neck. The veins around and in his eyes became bloodshot, his throat growling as fangs formed in his mouth. Hissing, he bit down hard on one part of my exposed neck, a cry escaping my lips as Mr. Lincoln did the same.

Gripping Mr. Lincoln's shoulder, blood seeped from my nail marks, the marks healing quickly as ecstasy filled my veins. They bit down harder simultaneously, another sharp cry leaving my mouth as I leaned my head back, my face heating up as cum shot onto his chest from me. A smirk and a pant left his lips as he grabbed my jaw and looked at me with a teasing tappity-tap of his fingers and peck of my nose, "Now, you're claimed."