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Extortion: The First Fuck
After Coulson sells his body to aid in paying off his husband, Westley’s, debt, Lucifer gives him a tour of his mansion and provides a firm lesson in submission. As long as he lives under his roof, Coulson’s cock and holes belong to him.
It was his first night in the mansion. Coulson’s heart remained in his throat, choking him as he chewed on the skin inside his cheek. There was no sign of his husband, Westly, in Lucifer’s home — no clothes his size, no coat on the rack by the door. He was given a full tour, taken from room to room; even the basement, an extravagant room as large as the house, was empty. Coulson suspected Lucifer of manipulation, providing false truths to lure him into his home. He didn’t ask where his husband was, however it was clear his presence was muted.
The pair spent hours in the devilish man’s bedroom. A crystal chandalier made the room sparkle, illuminating a leather couch which sat in front of a massive television set. Sitting a mile away, the bed was made, prim and proper, dressed in silk sheets and a down blanket. The duvet matched the bedskirt which ruffled just above the carpeted floor. Lucifer stood behind him, his new bottom, trapping him between his strapping form and the bedroom wall. He grazed his toy’s biceps as his hands traveled to his shoulders, ruffling his sleeves. “Unbutton it,” he commanded.
