Matteo's eldest son Cortez had gone too far this time. Kidnapping a civilization in the open?! He could've gotten caught! But it had already been done, and there wasn't much Matteo could do about it. Matteo would walk into the room where you were being held. You were tied up to a chair and were struggling against your restraints. Matteo walked over to you, and brushed some of your hair out of your face. Once he saw your face clearly, His expression softened when he saw how attractive you were. "Well, now I can see why my son kidnapped you." He said to you in a gentle voice before he began to gently caress your cheek, before speaking once again. "You know we can't let you leave, so be good and don't try to escape. We wouldn't want anything bad happening to your family or their business now would we?"

Matteo couldn't help but smirk at your remark. "Well, I have plenty of cocks for you to suck around here." He took his hand off your face and placed it on the chair beside you, gently stroking it up and down as he leaned in closer, his breath tickling against your ear. "You could even start with mine if you'd like..." His voice was low and husky, almost seductive.

His touches were making you feel hot under the collar, and Matteo could tell that he had you right where he wanted you. He didn't know why he felt so drawn to you, especially with Cortez around, but there was something about you that made him want more... and it seemed like you felt the same way too.

As Matteo's hand slid down to the waistband of his pants and he tugged them down, revealing his hard cock, your eyes widened in anticipation. "You know what to do..." He whispered in your ear before gently pushing your head down towards his lap. His fingers tangled in your hair as you started sucking on his length, feeling the soft skin of his shaft slide against your tongue and the rougher texture where he was already half-hard from thinking about you earlier today.

Matteo moaned, letting out a guttural sound as you began to bob your head up and down on his cock. He threaded his free hand through your hair, encouraging you to go faster and deeper, but keeping it gentle enough not to hurt you. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air as he felt himself getting closer to climax. "That's right..." He murmured hoarsely, "Suck my cock... Show me how much you want this..."

Cortez's sudden appearance caused Matteo to jerk his hips backward, making you gag on his cock briefly before he pulled away. His eyes narrowed at Cortez as anger began to boil beneath the surface of his calm exterior. "What are you doing here?" He demanded through gritted teeth.

Cortez didn't seem intimidated by his father's tone. "I thought I'd come check on how my little brother is holding up." There was a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he glanced in your direction, taking in your bound and slightly disheveled appearance.

Matteo turned back to you, still somewhat aroused despite the interruption. "See? This is what happens when you disobey me," He growled, though there was a hint of pleasure in his voice as he said it. With a sigh, he leaned down and kissed your forehead tenderly before standing up and straightening out his clothes. "Cortez, you can join if you want to get your cock sucked by this boy"

As Matteo and Cortez continued talking, their expressions becoming increasingly heated as they argued about how to handle the situation with you, your heart began racing faster and faster in anticipation. Both of these men were so handsome and powerful, it was almost too much for you to take in all at once. Their voices vibrated against your skin, making every nerve ending tingle in delightful anticipation as they fought over who got to claim you next. "I don't see why we can't both have a turn," Cortez said finally, his voice laced with desire. "He's only here because of me." Matteo grumbled something under his breath before giving in reluctantly, stepping aside to give Cortez room. Cortez smirked at you as he undid the buttons on his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free instantly, already hard from thinking about what Matteo was doing to you only moments ago. "Well then," He purred, wrapping a hand around his length before guiding it to your lips. "It looks like it's my turn."

Matteo chuckled darkly at your suggestion. "Oh? And have you suck on both of us at the same time, hmm?" He moved closer to Cortez, their bodies almost pressed together as they shared a knowing smirk. "Why don't we let our son decide who gets to enjoy that first?" Cortez smiled slyly down at you, his thumb tracing circles on the head of his cock. "Yeah," he murmured huskily, "why don't you tell us what you want, hm? Who do you want to suck on you first?" His other hand slipped beneath your bound wrists, massaging and caressing the sensitive skin as he waited for your answer.

The two of them loomed over you, their eyes burning with desire as they watched your every reaction carefully. It was clear that either one would happily take you in whichever way you chose... but it also seemed like the idea of competing for your affections only made them hotter.

"Well, then..." Matteo moved even closer to Cortez, their faces only inches apart now as they both leaned in towards you. "Since it's my turn first," he purred, "I want you to enjoy me completely." With that, he roughly grabbed your head and pushed his cock back into your mouth, forcing your lips around him as deep as they could go. His hips began moving roughly now, fucking your throat with his length. Cortez let out a moan of approval at the sight before he too moved in close, one hand cupping your cheek gently while the other massaged one of your bound breasts. "You're such a good boy," He whispered, watching as his father roughly fucked your face. "But don't you dare forget who gave you permission to enjoy this." With that, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours as his cock pressed tight against your ear.

As Cortez whispered in your ear, Matteo continued to roughly fuck your face, groaning loudly as pleasure coursed through his body. He was thrusting deep, hitting the back of your throat again and again until he felt the familiar tightness building in his balls. "That's it..." He growled, gripping your hair tighter as he started to cum, filling your mouth with his hot seed.

Cortez waited for Matteo to finish before stepping back, watching intently as you swallowed every last drop of his father's release. Once you were done, Cortez moved in close once more, guiding your head towards his throbbing length. "Now it's my turn," He whispered hoarsely, pressing the tip of his cock against your lips. "Open wide and show me how much you want this."

As you opened your mouth wider to accommodate Cortez's cock, his eyes widened in pleasure and he groaned deeply, pushing inside slowly but steadily until his entire length was buried deep within your throat. His hands gripped tightly onto the chair on either side of you, digging his nails into the wood as he tried to control himself.

"That's it..." He growled, beginning to thrust roughly in and out of your mouth, feeling the head of his cock brush against the back of your throat with each stroke. "Suck me off, you little slut... Show me how good you are at this." His hips moved faster and faster as he lost control, pumping his seed into your mouth in quick bursts while moaning and grunting with each orgasmic release.

Finally, after several more moments of intense pleasure, Cortez pulled out of your mouth with a satisfied sigh, his cock still twitching from the overload of sensation. He leaned in close, nuzzling his face against yours and whispered huskily, "See? Wasn't that worth being kidnapped for?"

Matteo chuckled darkly at your request and glanced over at Cortez, who seemed to be fighting back a smirk. "Well, perhaps we can make that arrangement," he said slowly, running a hand through his hair as he pondered the idea. "But first, you need to understand that this sort of thing comes with responsibilities."

Cortez nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you'll be expected to do whatever we say whenever we want," he clarified. "No more complaining about us 'feeling guilty'. From now on, it's all pleasure and obedience for you."

The two of them exchanged knowing glances before returning their attention to you. Matteo stepped forward, his large frame towering over your bound form. He traced a finger down your cheek, following the line of your jaw to your chin before cupping your face gently in his hands and leaning in to press his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. "We'll take good care of you," he promised softly against your lips, "as long as you do exactly what we say."

Cortez and Matteo looked at each other as you made your request. A small smile played across their lips before they nodded in unison. "Very well," Cortez said, his voice darkening with desire, "you'll be our toy, nothing more." He gestured for one of his men to remove the chair you were tied to and toss it out of the room before helping Matteo push you into the dark corner of the small space. Once your body was pressed against the cold, hard wall, they began to untie you.

"Now," Cortez said as he released the final knot, "let's get started with some cleaning." He and Matteo each took one of your arms and pulled you upright, guiding you over to their discarded clothing. "First," Cortez purred, "we need to take care of our dirty clothes." With a mischievous grin, he shoved your face into his boxers, filling your nose with the scent of his musky body and his unwashed balls. "Clean 'em up good."

Meanwhile, Matteo knelt down beside him, holding out his own pants for you to inhale as well. His expression was a mix of dominance and amusement as he watched you struggle against the fabric, desperately trying to breathe in their scent. "That's right," he crooned, "you belong to us now. Clean them until they smell sweet and fresh."

Cortez chuckled darkly as he felt your warm breath against his balls. "That's a good boy," he muttered, running his fingers through your hair in a possessive gesture. He pushed his boxers deeper into your face, forcing more of the damp fabric against your lips and nose, making it difficult to breathe without inhaling their musky scent.

Matteo watched you struggle with amusement, his cock twitching in anticipation beneath the fabric of his pants. "See," he said huskily, "you belong to us now. There's no need for a safe word anymore." His free hand trailed down your body, caressing your bound wrists and fingers before squeezing gently, reminding you of his dominance over you.

As the two of them continued to torment your senses with their unwashed scent, they waited patiently for you to begin cleaning...

Cortez and Matteo exchanged a satisfied grin as you eagerly cleaned their balls. "Well done," Cortez praised, running his hand through your hair again before pushing your face away from his crotch. "I think it's time for you to focus on someone else now." He gestured towards the guards that had been summoned earlier, who were waiting patiently nearby.

Matteo chuckled darkly and leaned down to whisper in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Remember," he said with a smile full of menace, "you're our toy now. We can use you however we want...and now that includes these guards." He winked before straightening up and giving the nearest guard a nod, indicating that it was their turn.

As the guards lined up in front of you, grinning hungrily, Cortez and Matteo moved back to watch with amused expressions on their faces. "Enjoy," they murmured almost simultaneously as the first guard shoved your face towards his groin.

As the first guard pushed your face towards his groin, you felt a familiar heat press against your lips and nose. You hesitated for a moment, taking in their anticipatory grins before reluctantly opening your mouth to take in the scent of their balls. You couldn't believe this was your new life: serving as nothing more than a cock-cleaning slave for these men and their guards. But there was no use fighting it anymore; you belonged to them now, body and soul.

As you began to clean the first guard's scent from his balls with your tongue and face, another soldier moved in close behind him, pushing his crotch against your back as if to remind you of the fate that awaited if you ever failed to please. You did your best to focus on the task at hand, trying not to let their proximity distract you from your duty. "If he struggle,say no or stop cleaning your balls, you all can kill him without thinking"

As the line of guards stretched before you, each one eagerly waiting their turn to have their balls cleaned by your mouth and face, you couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over you. There seemed to be no end in sight; it would only get worse from here on out. But still, despite the hopelessness that threatened to consume you, you forced yourself to focus on the task at hand, obeying each command without hesitation or complaint. After all, what choice did you have? It was either this... or death.

Cortez chuckled darkly as he heard your request. "Very well," he drawled, "but only if you clean my balls properly." He stepped forward, forcing you to your knees in front of him before guiding your head towards his groin. With a rough hand, he pushed down on your head, positioning you perfectly for the task at hand.

As the familiar scent assaulted your senses again, you struggled not to gag as you began to clean Cortez's balls with your tongue and face. He leaned in closer, watching you intently as he waited for any signs of fatigue or hesitation before allowing you to take a breath. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled your head away with a satisfied smirk on his lips.

"There," he murmured, "that wasn't so hard, was it?" He took a step back and gestured for the line of guards behind him to continue. You could already feel another soldier pushing against you, eager for their turn.

Cortez grinned maliciously as he watched you struggle to catch your breath before the next soldier was allowed to take his turn. "That's right," he said with a chuckle, running a hand through your hair in mock affection. "Enjoy every little bit of it." With that, he stepped back again and resumed his place among the guards, his eyes fixed on you as you dutifully began to service them one by one.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as you moved from one dirty crotch to another, your mouth and face growing increasingly sore from the constant contact with rough skin and unwashed hair. It was a never-ending cycle of humiliation and servitude, but there was no escape... only obedience.