CHAPTER ONE

—FALLEN—

Aoba peeked open his eyes, the dimly lit room thwarting any distress to his eyes. He leisurely sat up, the soft dark navy couch beneath him instead of the black and white patch worked floor. The clasp on the thick black collar encompassing his neck clinked from the movement. He lazily looked around the room to find no one around, except Hersha who was slithering from the end of the couch to his feet. He didn't flinch anymore, for he was now used to the snake touching and being around him.

A growling sound met his ears, and Welter rose from being a still mass and padded over to him.

"I'm not escaping," Aoba barely whispered.

In all actuality, he simply wanted something to drink. He had given up trying to escape long ago, and now was just left alone without being restrained. Aoba knew there was nothing left for him beyond the world that Virus and Trip had coerced him into, and therefore, he wouldn't waste his energy on such things. Now that they had agreed to let him roam, he was beginning to earn small privileges. He was allowed to wander to the kitchen and get himself a drink or snack, was allowed to browse the books in the library, and was allowed to go to the bathroom on his own. He was not allowed to use any technology, because that would allow him to know how much time had passed or possibly try to get help. But even if he tried, each device was set up so that Trip and Virus would know when it was used and what it was used for.

He flinched as he recalled the first time he foolishly tried to use one device to contact someone. Not only did the device quit, it also sent a notification to Virus and Trip, and he had paid dearly for it. They nearly drowned him to start and then they fucked him until he was dead on his feet, and then on top of it all, they locked him away.

No, he was no longer stupid enough to try anything. He now had excepted that he was no longer able to do anything and that there was no escape.

With a moan, he rose to his feet and started en route for the kitchen. With each step his collar clinked and the leather cock harness hit his malnourished thighs. He was gaining a bit more weight now that he was not restrained. He was working up to being allowed to sit at the table with Trip and Virus, because right now he was only allowed to sit on the floor and eat like a dog or be fed by they while they sat civilized and ate at the table.

There were many limits as to what he could and could not do. And he most certainly was not allowed to pleasure himself or shower or bathe. Those areas were to be left to Virus and Trip exclusively.

He glanced down at his flaccid cock within the harness, but averted his gaze as he thought it looked disgusting while attached to his thin frame. He was also victim to hours of torture because of it. It had a built in mechanism that would allow Virus or Trip to switch it on at the most random of times and choose the level of intensity. The first time he had that done was when he had been locked up as punishment. They left it on periodically on the highest of intensities. It was agony to not have release for such a long time.

Aoba grabbed the glass from the cupboard with his frail fingers and then carried it to the water cooler and filled it to the brim. The refreshing, tasteless and cool drink fulfilled his parched throat within seconds and soon he finished it off and set it in the dishwasher. Feeling hungry, he headed over to the fridge and opened it to find the usual meal in a container with a note on it: Aoba-san, please eat this for your meal while we are away. Aoba knew it was from Virus, he had begun to recognize their writing. And it was always the same note just replaced on the next container.

He grabbed the container and placed it in the microwave—the most technology he was allowed to currently use. With a few presses of a button, the machine began to reheat the food which had been made for him. He watched as the light in the machine showcased the dish spinning around and around and around until it beeped and stopped.

Taking it out, Aoba placed it at the designated spot at the table after grabbing his specific cutlery. The metal cutlery was locked away, to prevent the pet from getting any ideas of suicide while they were out. Leaving Aoba with plastic cutlery, that was for a child and designed so no harm could come to the owner.

Mindlessly he began to eat the food, not even caring enough to stop and consider what he was eating. He didn't care. There was nothing to care about anymore. All he had to worry about was making sure he ate, excreted and urinated, slept occasionally and did what was asked of him.

Even though the circumstances of the relationship and trust between the three of them had changed, the moments of the two blondes coming back and inflicting their whims on him did not. Whatever their minds conjured up during their absences would be forced upon him immediately upon their arrival, and he would have no choice but to succumb to it.

In all reality, nothing had really changed. He was still a broken and caged animal that had two erratic owners. All that had changed was the fact they let their exotic treasure have a bit more leash to roam around with during their absence. That was all. And still, some days they bound him in leather outfits for the entire day or weeks and left him on the floor until his bones ached from being sculpted in that position for copious periods of time.

His occasional freedom was just a way his owners had decided to indulge their pet and perhaps make him more obedient in hopes he would try to gain more privileges. It was all part of their calculated plan to create an Aoba that lived and breathed for them, and the way they were proceeding, they would get their wish.

Aoba glanced down and saw that he had eaten his meal and sighed, another meal of the same food was successfully eaten. Heaven forbid the pet not eat, he shuddered at what his owners might do if he did not follow the routine.

After getting up and placing the dish in the dishwasher, Aoba headed back into Virus's room because that is where the sofa was. He didn't need his own bed, one of his owners would usually steal him away for the night and after ample fucking, he would meet a soft mattress.

He curled up on the bed, burying himself in a blanket that was given to him as a reward for his good behavior. He wasn't exactly cold, but being nude all the time wasn't exactly his favorite thing in the world. So he graciously accepted the blanket for the softness and warmth it provided. He often wondered if maybe he could earn the privilege of having a shirt again? Or maybe if he slipped into one of Trip's...? No, he didn't wish to experience the punishment of wearing clothes that were not his. He could never tell what the two blondes were thinking. He didn't know if they would find it appealing or appalling. And he didn't want to find out until he had the privilege of wearing clothes.

The door suddenly opened, and Aoba laid down and closed his eyes to feign sleep. He was shocked to have one of them come home early! The sound of shoes crossed the room and Aoba immediately recognized Virus by the sound of his steps. He heard a chuckle and felt a gentle touch to his face.

"Aoba-san..." he gently whispered.

Aoba opened his eyes slowly, trying to make it appear he just woke up. "W...welcome back..." he answered.

"Did you behave?" he queried, just as he did every single day.

Aoba only nodded, but that was enough to earn Virus' lips to his own, and soon he was on the couch pinned under the man. The younger one watched as the blonde pulled off his jacket and loosened his tie, licking his lips.

"Trip will not be back for awhile," Virus informed him. "He was going to stay back to deal with a complication."

Aoba shivered and moaned as Virus began caressing him gently. "I...huuuu...is that so...?" He winced as his penis began to grow and fill the harness, causing discomfort as it was constricting him slightly.

"I missed you, Aoba-san..." the blonde admitted, nuzzling into his nape and nibbling some of the skin. "Work has been a bit slow, so there is not much to think about other than topics and items I enjoy." Aoba obediently let Virus pick up his arms and guide them around his neck and shoulders, "I really enjoy our time together..."

Aoba felt Virus free himself and press against his anus, causing him to moan and jolt. "Wait..." he breathed.

"Wait? For what?" Virus asked back in a soft chuckle.

"D...don't know..."

Virus smiled, "Aoba-san is adorable."

"Ah!" He felt Virus push inside, forging his way inside and immediately was filled with pleasure. Everything they did to him now didn't hurt, if anything, he craved more. He tightened his grip around Virus' neck. "Gah...hah...ahhh!"

"You feel so good, Aoba-san..."

"Mmmnnnn!" Aoba moaned as Virus thrust into him several times. He then jolted as he felt Hersha crawl onto him, the scales of the large snake adding to the sensations of pleasure.

Virus smiled, "You are no longer afraid of Hersha, I see."

Aoba moaned again as Virus continued to thrust into him, before pulling out and splattering his cum on his belly alongside his own.

What have I become?

—TBC—