After the awkward greetings, Phillip and Amberlee led Jonas around the mansion for a tour, and he was quite amazed at how extravagant the house was. There were shiny golden fixtures, sparkling marble flooring, reflective silver cutlery, and the finest silk threads. These two Glatorius' were living the good life, that was for sure.

Eventually, they even led him to a very large bedroom they introduced as being for him, much to Jonas' surprise who assumed he would be sleeping in a garden shed, or something of the like.

Looking around his new bedroom which was ten times the size of the one he had when he was alive, Jonas was ecstatic to see that it had a private bathroom and an empty walk-in closet.

"How do you like it?" asked Amberlee, "We can always get it painted if you don't like the color."

"Uh, it's perfect, I wasn't expecting this at all," said Jonas, "I am a slave right?" He felt a need to confirm this because after all, nothing in Hell came without a price.

"Of course not," Amberlee said with a mock expression of disapproval, "You're part of the family now, aren't you? You can think of us like your new adopted parents," and then she began gently rubbing his back in an obvious attempt to comfort him.

'What the fuck is with this turn of events?' Jonas thought to himself.

"Remember when I talked about you being a little of all three?" asked Phillip, "I mean eye candy, a personal aid, and a plaything?" he asked while smiling, but Amberlee gave him a dirty look and playfully hit his massive shoulder.

"How could you say such a thing?" she looked apologetically towards Jonas, "I'm so sorry he scared you, dear."

"Well it's true," said Phillip modestly, "I'm always busy and don't have time to spend with Amberlee, so you'll be her aid, her eye candy, and you'll keep her company."

"Oh," said Jonas while nodding his head, "So, it's just me and her while you're busy?"

"Well," added Amberlee, "Our employees such as the chefs and security detail will also be here too, but Phillip is always gone for weeks at a time, and that leaves me bored at home and with no one to play with," she pouted childishly.

"As long as you obey what she says, you'll have a pretty easy time around here," said Phillip as the three of them made their way to the dining hall.

"Oh don't listen to him," said Amberlee, "We're going to have so much fun," and she shot Jonas a wink that gave him an uncomfortable feeling.

"Dinner will be ready soon," said Phillip who had ducked his large head into the kitchen for a moment, "The chef is making lasagna."

"Why don't you go have a shower and wash up before dinner?" Amberlee suggested, "I'll have someone bring you a fresh set of clothes. Unfortunately, we don't have anything name-brand that will fit, but I can send for someone to pick up clothes in your size."

"No, please don't," Jonas tried to smile, "I'm fine with scrubs," and he was thankful that neither Phillip nor Amberlee pushed him too much.

He departed back to his bedroom, and a few minutes later hot water was pouring down his back as he stared at a black tiled wall in his walk-in shower. 'What the fuck am I doing?' thought Jonas as he tried to process the events that had happened to him. 'I still need to find Drake, I don't have time to play house with these two weirdos,' he sighed once more as he began to scrub some shampoo into his golden locks.

As he washed in a shower belonging to a mansion, Jonas considered whether or not escaping out his bedroom window was a viable plan, though part of him was nervous that he might've ended up getting caught by Phillip's guards, beaten to shit, and then forced to live a much more miserable lifestyle than the one he had just been given.

'No,' he thought quickly, 'Running isn't the best option right now, I need to be ruthless, I need to manipulate them,' but guilt began to flood his heart, 'How could I possibly feel guilty towards people who bought me as a slave?' and after a few long moments, his internal struggle left him feeling bitter, especially because his two opinions were bickering back and forth, 'Of course, they did spend fifty thousand Sin Stones on me, and they've been nothing but kind.'

It wasn't as if Phillip Glatorius had chased Jonas down the street like some dog catcher; collaring him and forcing him to eat delicious cupcakes, as well as being forced at gunpoint to drink expensive champagnes, and learn about the finer points of Hell. The stress was eating at him, and it didn't help that lonely showers were the most opportunistic times to be lost in thought.

For some reason that he didn't understand, Jonas felt more alone and more anxious in that shower than he had felt while being beaten and berated in a cage, 'Why do I feel that way?' he wondered as the hot water continued to pour down his back.

Perhaps it was because the kindness shown to him had been so unexpected, and he simply wasn't used to anyone taking care of him besides his brother. It also could have been that as someone who grew up without any luxuries at all, this lifestyle was unfamiliar to him, and he felt like he didn't belong and like he didn't deserve it.

Jonas was so caught up in his own self-loathing that he didn't even notice when the shower curtain began to quietly open, nor as a naked figure stepped inside, and his heart nearly leaped out of his chest as two soft hands wrapped around his body and a girly voice tickled his ear.

"I thought you might need some help," said Amberlee Glatorius, a cute giggle let Jonas know she was thoroughly enjoying the fact that there was foamy shampoo running down his face, and he couldn't open his eyes as she felt him up.

"Amberlee?" his voice cracked while trying to quickly wash the soap out of his eyes, "What're you doing?"

"Don't you worry about a thing, Jonas," her delicate hands rose and began gently rubbing him down, "I thought you might be feeling lonely, and anxious with all the big changes, so I decided to sneak away and come pay you a visit," but Jonas wasn't going to go down without a fight; although, he suspected that attacking Phillip's naked wife in the shower might land him in much hotter water than he was already in.

"I'm fine," his voice was quick and panicked, "Honestly, I don't think Phillip would appreciate us being in here together."

"On the contrary," said Amberlee, "Isn't that why he bought you in the first place?" she added, "To be my eye candy?" and this new confirmation of his role caused Jonas to take a deep breath.

His mind began spinning wildly, and Jonas was under the impression that his role in the household was much more than just keeping the missus company or being her errand boy, "Still," he protested, "This is a bit more than just looking, isn't it?" and he gave an awkward laugh to try and show his goodwill.

Jonas was stuck between a rock and a hard place because for one thing, he still wasn't sure that Phillip would be okay with his wife in the shower with a strange man, and secondly, he had a roaring erection that he was trying to hide from Amberlee.

"You don't have to be shy," she sweetly whispered into his ear and for a moment, he lost his sense of reason as the impulsive behavior of a teenage boy took control of his body. He turned his head and locked eyes with the red-headed vixen and saw that she was smiling devilishly at him. There was a hungry look in her eyes, the same one that could be seen on a predator. Jonas didn't like the way those eyes made him feel like prey.

Amberlee's bare breasts were pressed firmly against his back, and her hands slowly began sliding down his rapidly beating chest, across his wet abs, and down until they landed on his manhood where they froze in shock, and he heard a sudden intake of air as Amberlee's breathing quickened.

"Poor Jonas," she purred, "You must be backed up after so much excitement,' and her soft hands began gently stroking him as far as she could reach. The sensual feelings of raw pleasure crashed through his body like a speeding car, and he felt like a deer in headlights as he stupidly was glued to the spot, all while he had his cock stroked by the wife of a massively-sized aristocrat.

Slowly and gently, she grabbed his hips and swung him around until they were facing each other. Amberlee then took his limp hands and slid them across her soft ass and began kissing his chest.

"I don't want you to feel lonely while you're here," she said softly while batting her thick eyelashes up at him.

"How could I?" Jonas was feeling hot and bothered, and perhaps the thick steam was starting to make him dizzy, "You have such a cozy home," and she let out a sexy giggle because his dick was stabbing between her legs, just resting underneath her moist lips.

Amberlee stood on her tippy toes and pressed her wet lips against Jonas', and subconsciously his hands squeezed her ass, a small moan told him she enjoyed it. Jonas had poked the beast and his provocation only brought him a new round of excitement as Amberlee stretched out one of her legs and raised it on the nearby shower bench.

Lowering her right hand, she took hold of his manhood and guided the head towards her soft spot, and Jonas considered protesting once more but before he could do so, he was inside of her and her mouth was agape in shock.

Amberlee gave an adorable moan as she gingerly lowered herself onto him, letting gravity do most of the work while her natural lubricant coated both their sex and made it slippery enough for even a dick of his size to fit in her tiny little hole. She continued to breathe lightly in his ear as she picked up the pace, and eventually, she leaped up and threw her arms around his neck, and her legs wrapped around his waist like a belt.

'Fuck it,' thought Jonas, 'I'm already up shits creek, and there's no way I'm paddling back now.' His muscles flexed dangerously as he began fucking her in the air, his hands just under her thighs.

The vixen's ass was slapping hard against his balls, and the pleasure drove her wild as she began bucking on him, to the point where it looked like she was a cowgirl and he was her bull. Their roles changed so suddenly, and he barely did any of the work as she slammed herself up and down on his long shaft, like she was trying to be impaled.

"I'm gonna cum…" she moaned as she continued riding him faster and faster, and Jonas wasn't very far away from his orgasm, and the erotic sight of her pre-orgasmic expression was enough to send himself over the edge, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she cried, as her eyes closed, and her body began to convulse.

"Me too!" Jonas went balls deep as he penetrated as far as he possibly could, and his legs began to buckle as he shot load after load into her body, and it seemed to never end as they both froze on the spot, forever lost in the pleasure of their respective orgasms.

Very gingerly, Amberlee slid down and off his cock, and Jonas moaned deeply as it was gently tugged out of her reddened pussy, while a puddle of white cream began leaking from her pink lips, which she scooped with one finger, and sucked like it was a sweet filling.

"I'll see you at dinner," she said with a wink, and then she wrapped a towel around herself and left Jonas in a daze.

'I'm so sorry Drake' thought Jonas, 'I don't think I'll be able to find you just yet.'