Praiseworthy!

Two minutes later, Enzo and Juno return, and look down at me, waiting obediently. Juno ruffles my hair lovingly, as Enzo smiles, and jerks his head toward the stairs. The twins start to move, and he nods, “Follow, faggot. Let's go to my room.”

I rise to my feet once they pass me, then turn and follow up the stairs. Once we reach his room, I kneel in the middle of it, as my little brother commands. I look up, watching him move to his desk, open a drawer, take something out, and shut it.

He turns and walks over, holding up a bag of dark chocolate Hershey's kisses. Enzo smiles at me when my eyes widen and light up, because it's my favourite, as he knows well. I used to buy candy bars for them, now they're buying me chocolate.

“Now, since we know you're a good boy, faggot,” Enzo says, waving it in front of me, backward and forward, “we're going to let you keep your treats in the service room with you. Don't eat any unless you're expressly given permission to do so.”

“Remember not to ask for any, either!” Juno warns me, lovingly, because I'm not allowed to ask for treats. I have to earn. I nod enthusiastically, and Enzo lowers the bag. I lift my hands, and he sets it on my palms, granting me permission for it.

“Go ahead. Take two, slut,” Enzo says, “Then return to your room and wait to be called for service. Your performance this evening was exemplary. I think you have earned treats.” I quickly open the bag and pluck out two, unwrapping the first.

I slip it into my mouth as they watch, letting it melt slow, closing my eyes and savouring the experience. I have loved the experience of chocolate all my life, as much as the flavour. The twins simply watch, allowing me my moment of pleasure.

“It's nice to see you happy,” Juno murmurs, as I open my eyes, and unwrap the second Hershey's kiss, and slide it into my mouth. Their eyes watch the chocolate pass through my lips, now knowing exactly what my lips feel like on their cocks.

Only when I finish, I bend down, kissing Enzo's feet to show my thankfulness, before crawling to Juno. I kiss her feet, too, before looking up at them and smiling submissively. “Thank you for granting me treats. I will go to the service room now.”

Formerly known as my bedroom. I crawl on my hands and knees until I cross the threshold out of Enzo's bedroom, then rise to my feet and walk down the stairs. As I enter the room where I lay, I look around. It's still, fundamentally, mine ...

I am simply no longer entitled to it, and it will no longer afford me privacy, personal space, or me time, unless my duties are fulfilled. It is a privilege, not a right, and in a strange way, it makes me appreciate the space more, as I am earning it.

I decide, based on the time, to load Encanto on my computer, and watch it, myself. It sounded interesting, while I was on my knees, attending seven cocks. I felt a certain connection to the main character, the powerless girl in a family of gods.

Granted, not literal gods, or anything, but it could have felt that way to Mirabel, their having powers, and her not having any kind of abilities. The situation for me is clearly far different, having not been saddled with astronomical expectations.

Yet as a submissive cock slave in a family unit with four ferocious, assertive, Dominant personalities? I still feel a certain sort of connection. So I take a seat at my computer, boot it up, and load the movie, then hit the play button, and settle in.

I can hear movement, midway through, but nothing that seems intended to net my attention. For a little under one and three-quarter hours, I lose myself in the pleasantries of cinema. Once the final credits start to roll, a soft rap behind me.

I turn, and blink when I see Mom leaning against the doorframe, watching me. Quickly jerking into movement, I slip off the chair onto the floor, crawling to her on my hands and knees. I kiss her feet and kneel, bowing my head before her.

“You're fine, faggot,” Mom reassures me, “I wanted to let you watch the movie, since you didn't have the chance earlier. You performed really well. I am very proud of you. It is bedtime, now, sweet little slut, you need a good evening's rest.”

“Yes, Mom!” I answer obediently, “Do you need service before I get in bed?” I glance down to the swell of her cock, then back to her face. Mom smiles, but shakes her head, brushing strands of hair out of my face, as she focuses down on me.

“You are a good boy for asking, whore,” Mom says, “but no. I would rather wait until morning, and feed you breakfast.” Mom motions to the bed, and I nod obediently. I push myself to my feet and retreat to bed, getting in and covering up.

“Good night, faggot. Sweet dreams,” Mom says, then she turns off the light and leaves. I lay my head on my pillow, and close my eyes, smiling and letting myself sleep. I don't know if I'll have sweet dreams, but I know that I will sleep easy.