Dylan's Descent

Descension

Sam had Asher load all of Dylan’s toys and bdsm paraphernalia into Dylan’s car, conveniently a small SUV. He got Dylan moving and ready to leave. He also insisted that Porter come to his place with everyone else. Sam was very interested in having Porter become a part of his newly established little cohort. Porter was less than interested.

Porter was concerned for Dylan’s safety. He was worried that if he let him go to Sam’s without him, Sam would do even more horrible things to him than he had just done. He also really didn’t want to get mixed up in this weird mess and thought it might be for the best that he just gets out of it and leave Dylan to his own devices. 

Porter didn’t realize just how weak Dylan was. Even though he knew that Dylan was kinky and that he’d had a Dom/sub relationship before, he hadn’t experienced anything like it first hand. His worry and concern was also tinged with curiosity and a slight bit of arousal. This confused him. The events of the last 24 hours were pretty much overwhelming to him.

Asher and Porter talked for a short while waiting for Sam and Dylan. 

Asher

“Come on dude, it will be fine. Just come with us. You can throw your bike in my car. It will be fun,” I pleaded with Porter.

“Fun? You call what you just saw there fun? What kind of sick shit are you into? Do you even realize what you’re saying?

“Yeah, I do. No one’s getting hurt that doesn’t want to man. Dylan likes this stuff. At least that’s what Sam says.”

“That’s what Sam says. That right there is what concerns me. Look, you’re a fucking hottie. I had an awesome time banging with you. I’d love to do that again. Anytime you want. Give me your phone.”

I handed my phone over to Porter and he typed in his phone number. He called his own phone so he had my number.

“Thanks dude. I will definitely be calling you. You know I’ll have to work around Sam though. I think he’ll let me hang with you.

“Fuck dude! You’re your own man! Do whatever the fuck you want. You don’t need that punk’s permission.”

I really don’t think I’m my own man anymore. I understood where he was coming from, but I’m in love with the little dude. I need to do what he wants so I can be with him. I may have to give up some freedom, but I will have Sam. That’s a fair trade off as far as I’m concerned.

“I don’t think you understand. That’s ok. I’ll keep working on you. Come on now, get your bike in the car.”

“No. I’m outta here. As much as I feel like I need to protect Dylan, I just can’t get into this. I’m not gonna lie, Sam is kinda hot. It makes me feel weird to even say that about someone as twisted as that. I just can’t do this. You have fun. Please try to help Dylan out. I don’t think he’s capable of helping himself anymore. Call me, we need to fuck as soon as we can.”

“I guess. Sure I can’t change your mind?” I said as I grabbed my crotch, showing the wood I had going for him.

“Tempting, but no. I’ll see ya dude.” 

Porter rode off. He looked back and waved as he disappeared down the street.

“Where the fuck is he going?” barked Sam as he came out of the garage.

“He’s not into this, so he’s out,” I replied.

“He’ll come around. Yeah. He will definitely come around,” Sam said confidently.

* * *

As Porter rode away, he felt like he wanted to go back. He decided to stick to his guns and keep going. He was worried about Dylan, horny for Asher and very curious about Sam. His mind was racing a mile a minute. It was nothing that a very long bike ride couldn’t cure.

The rest of the crew drove over to Sam’s. They pulled into the garage and Sam made Asher unload everything onto the freight elevator. He took Dylan up to his apartment.

Sam brought Dylan into the apartment and made him take off his clothes. He pointed down the hallway and made him crawl to the second door on the right. When they arrived at the door, Sam pulled out a key and unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door. He flipped a switch on in the hall and it revealed a five-foot by five-foot room with a concrete floor and cinderblock walls. It was one of two storage closets in the apartment. Sam ordered Dylan to enter it. Dylan did as he was told.

Sam instructed Dylan to lie on his back and wait. He ran to his room and grabbed a set of wrist cuffs, a set of ankle cuffs, three lengths of chain and a bunch of carabiners. He brought them all to the closet. Sam used the equipment to hogtie Dylan. He left Dylan there while he grabbed one more thing – a plastic pitcher. He stood over Dylan in the room and pissed into the pitcher and then set it aside in the corner.

Sam

“That’s in case you get thirsty while I’m getting things ready for your final punishment for the day.”

“Thank you, Master,” Dylan mumbled, still hoarse from his screaming earlier in the day.

“Good luck trying to drink it. Oh, and don’t fucking spill it or I will make you pay,” I snarled at him, knowing full well that he really won’t be able to drink while hogtied like that.

I looked around for how I was going to secure Dylan for the next round of torture. I didn’t want to make this complicated. Just wanted to flog the fuck out of him for a while. I also want Asher to participate. He’s gotta learn this stuff too. As I surveyed the apartment, I had an idea.

I live on the 34th floor of the building. It is the Penthouse level. There are only six units up here, unlike the other floors that have 12-14. Most of the upper floors of the building are unfinished and unoccupied. Our floor has three tenants, including me. Mine is the biggest unit, there’s one next-door – occupied by the Swanson’s, a random, nice old couple that I have no idea why this is where they live – and four across the hall. Only one of those, on the end, is occupied by someone I’ve never seen. No matter what time of day or night, I’ve never seen anyone come or go, but I know someone does live there. 

The other units are all roughed out as if they were being readied for someone to move in. They have some walls, as well as power and water. They just never sold and basically have been sitting empty for years. There are even random building supplies in the units – tiles, pipes, wood, stuff like that.

I figured, why mess up the apartment when I can just use one of the empty units. I checked out the three empty apartments and chose the one at the end of the hall. It was the farthest from the elevators and the other occupied units. It had a few roughed out walls, but no actual drywall. There were beams in the ceiling that would normally be covered. There were two columns in the middle of what is probably supposed to be the living room. Power outlets were roughly installed throughout the room, including two in the floor. This would be perfect.

I went back to my apartment and Asher was there.

“Where do you want this stuff?” Asher asked.

“Put it all in the second bedroom. I’ll sort it all out later.”

“Where’s Dylan?”

“Where he belongs when we’re not using him,” I explained as we walked to the closet. I had left the deadbolt unlocked, so I opened the door and showed Asher inside.

“Fuck dude! That’s like a fucking cell!”

“You could call it that. Or it’s just a good place to store a slave. It is a storage locker after all.”

“You’re funny. Is this really how we’re going to do this with him? This all seems pretty extreme. Can’t we just let him be normal now?”

I pushed Asher away from the door and closed it behind me. I grabbed Asher at his throat and pushed him against the wall.

“Are you fucking questioning me? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I-I-I d-d-don’t kn-now,” Asher stammered, coughing and choking and trying to push me away.

“You just remember. You submit to me. I am in control. Dylan isn’t the only person that I own. Got it, bitch boy?” I snapped as I grabbed his throat even tighter.

“Y-y-yesssir,” he gasped back.

“Now, let’s go, we have work to do,” I ordered as I pulled him toward my room.

We grabbed some accessories to set up the empty apartment for another round of torture for Dylan. We brought thick rope, a hook, two floggers and a spray bottle to the unit. We rigged up the rope over one beam and secured them to another. We left enough slack so we could hook Dylan to the rope and then pull him up. The scene mesmerized Asher. I think he was also a little afraid. I’m fine with that. Fear is such a great motivator.

We went back to get Dylan. I grabbed two more things at the apartment – a ball gag and a hood. I freed Dylan from his hogtied position. The pitcher of piss was still there untouched.

“Do you want a drink?”

Dylan looked up pathetically, “yes please.”

“Then drink. Make it quick,” I said as I pointed at the pitcher.

Dylan reached for the pitcher of piss and drank from it. He was clearly thirsty. I don’t think I’d let him have anything since we found him this morning. I decided to let him consume it all.

Once Dylan had his drink, we stood him up and I put the ball gag in his mouth. I followed that with the hood. We walked him to the other apartment. Once there, I had Asher secure his cuffs again and then hook him to the rope we rigged up. It took the two of us to pull the rope and lift Dylan off the floor just a bit. He screeched at being lifted and stretched by his wrists. I’m going to have to get Dylan to buy some hydraulics to make this easier.

We secured his feet to the columns on either side of him. It was quite a sight.

“Wow. I don’t know if I’m afraid or turned the fuck on,” Asher said breathlessly.

“Maybe I’ll do the same to you someday.”

Asher looked surprised and then seemed intrigued. He finally smiled. Mmmmm, he’s really breaking down. It was much easier than I thought.

I handed Asher a flogger.

“You take the first shot.”

“Um, me? I don’t know ho…”

I gave him a whip on his ass with my flogger. It couldn’t possibly have hurt him that much since he’s still dressed, but I think he got the message. Asher swung his flogger at Dylan. The hit landed on Dylan’s stomach and he let out a yelp. It wasn’t a hard hit, but he’ll get there.

“This is how you do it.” As I said this I realized of course, I had never done this either. Somehow, it just seemed to come to me naturally. I swung and hit Dylan’s chest. Hard. He let out a muffled yell.

“Damn, ok,” Asher said as he went for another hit. This time much harder than before. Dylan let out another muffled yelp.

“Perfect. You’ve got it. I’ll take the front, you take the back. We’ll take turns hitting. No stopping until I say so. One after the other. Ready?”

“Fuck yeah,” Asher said excitedly. I’m glad he’s getting into this. I was concerned he might not. 

I hit Dylan’s chest and Asher followed with a hit on his ass. We went back and forth, flogging with a nice steady rhythm. We moved fast and hit hard. Dylan writhed and squealed in pain as we relentlessly whipped him. We kept it up for as long as we could until we needed a break ourselves, maybe about 15 minutes. Dylan was red and welted all over his back, ass, chest and gut. He was sweating profusely and whimpering uncontrollably. It was beautiful.

“What do you think, bitch boy? Did you enjoy that?”

“God damn. Fuck yes. Fuck. I feel like I’m like, energized or something. Fuck!”

“Yeah, it’s invigorating, isn’t it?”

“Damn. Yeah. Are we done?”

“Oh, no. We’re just getting started. We’re going to do something a little different now. We’ll start front and back again, but instead of just staying in place, we’re going to move around him. Each of us will just go at it. Got it?”

“Yeah. Walk around him, keep hitting. Got it.”

“One more thing. Don’t avoid his cock and balls. Every bit of him is there to be beaten. Don’t hold back.”

Asher’s eyes widened. He looked a little worried.

“Are you sure? Won’t that do some damage? His cock is still messed up from this morning.”

I raised my flogger and stepped toward Asher aggressively. He shrunk back.

“Ok, ok! Cock and balls! No mercy!” Asher shrieked.

We went to it. Whipping Dylan with abandon. He was desperately pulling and tugging at his restraints. He was letting out guttural, animal noises. There was drool and probably tears dripping down from the hood. He was truly suffering. It made me so hard. I just watched as he was just being destroyed. We were hitting him so hard and so much, his skin was breaking. Some of his welts were bleeding. We went at it another 15 minutes or so, took a short break and then back at it at least that long. At this point, I surveyed the situation and decided he’d had enough. I stopped my flogging. Asher, however, seemed to be in a zone. He just kept circling like an animal with prey. I yelled to him to stop. He kept going. I yelled again. He continued to ignore me. I finally had to whip him on his back to get his attention. He stopped and backed off.

“Easy there buddy.”

“Oh, little dude. This is fucking intense. I lost control of myself. Like I did at the house when I was fucking him! What’s fucking wrong with me?”

“Nothing. You’re submitting to your true impulses. You’re finding your true self.”

“Fuck little dude. I don’t know if I like my true self. Whoa. What a dick.”

“Nah, its all good. You are who you are. That’s why I’m with you. Now, we have one last thing to do before we wrap this up. This is the most intense part. Grab the spray bottle.”

“What’s in it?”

“Spray it on him and see what happens. Anywhere.”

Asher shot a spray from the bottle on Dylan’s chest. Dylan let out a blood-curdling scream. It sent a shiver down my spine, it was so awful. Asher almost fainted.

“It’s rubbing alcohol. Nice, huh?”

“What the fuck man? That was sick. I don’t want to do that again. That’s too much man. Alcohol? Fuck. That’s rough.”

Asher tried to hand the bottle back to me.

“No. You’re going to do it again. You’re going to keep doing it.”

Asher started to shed a few tears. He was not comfortable with this. I needed him to be. 

“Please don’t make me do this man. He’s in real pain! I can’t do this! I'm really hurting him!”

“Asher, I’ll hang your ass up there and do the same to you only I’ll make it worse. Spray him or suffer the consequences. It’s alcohol, if anything, it is cleaning out his wounds. START FUCKING SPRAYING!”

We looked at each other in silence. I leaned in closer to him.

“Now bitch boy. FUCKING NOW!!”

Dylan was mumbling under the hood. He sounded like he was crying no, begging Asher not to do it. It was horrible. He sounded seriously scared and in pain. He was hitting his limits for the day. I will push him further, but this was going to be it. Asher sprayed again. Dylan screamed again.

Asher kept going, walking around Dylan spraying him all over. Dylan was in so much pain, he just stopped making noise. He didn’t move anymore. He had passed out from the pain. Asher was focused like a dog with a bone. I had to pull him out of that zone again. I think Asher is going to really turn out well. He may even be more like me than I thought. Jeez, I wonder what he’ll do if I don’t break the trance?

“OK, boy. We need to stop. He’s not even feeling it anymore.”

Asher shook his head. “OH FUCK! Is he dead?”

“No, just passed out. See. His chest is moving. He’s breathing. Don’t worry. We won’t kill him. I like him too much.”

“Me too little dude. Me too. Are we ever going to be nice to him?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

We went and released the ropes and lowered him down. We unshackled him and we each put an arm around our shoulders and walked him back to the apartment. Fortunately that one guy is rarely around and the Swanson’s are so old and pretty much keep to their apartment. This would be hard to explain. 

We set him down on the floor in the storage closet. I sent Asher to the refrigerator and told him to grab two bottles of water and a couple of oranges. We left it all next to him in the closet.

“Is he going to be ok? I’m worried about him,” a concerned Asher asked.

“He’ll be fine. I think he’ll recover in no time and will be ready for more soon enough.”

“He’s a fucking trooper, that’s for sure.”

“That’s why I chose him.”

My phone was ringing. It was Aidan. It looks like he’s been calling all day. I forgot I promised him we’d hang out today. At this point, it’s like 5:00 in the afternoon. I’m gonna try and break the date.

I met Aidan online a couple of weeks ago and we made plans to hang out. I’ve never done anything like that before and was unsure, but he’s a fucking hottie and we had some really hot chats. I had no idea I’d be doing this just a few days ago, let alone weeks ago.

I managed to convince Aidan that I was sorry for missing our date and that I would reschedule it during the week. He was pissed, but was okay with my cancelling our plans.

I wanted to be alone for a while, so I sent Asher out for beer and some food.

After Asher left, I jumped in the shower and then crawled into bed. I’m exhausted. Within minutes, I was sound asleep, curled up in a ball in my comfy bed.

* * *

Asher’s phone was also blowing up while he was busy abusing Dylan. It was Porter. He called twice and texted five times. He seemed to be missing Asher. He was also asking about Dylan. Asher needed to ignore that for now. Since he was such an active participant in beating the shit out of Dylan, he didn’t want to face Porter at all right now.

Asher liked Porter and wanted to try to make something happen there. He would have to work around Sam, or get Sam’s buy in. Sam seemed to be interested in Porter too. 

He got chinese food and beer and walked back into the apartment. It was very quiet. He found Sam asleep and stood there looking at him. He felt all warm and fuzzy looking at this adorable boy all curled up. He looked so innocent. He decided to leave him alone.

Asher made himself comfortable in the entertainment room with his chow mein and a six-pack. He stripped his clothes off and fired up the big screen TV and cued up the latest version of Assassin’s Creed. He was completely boned up and figured a little video game time would help him relax.

Sam was so exhausted from getting almost no sleep the last two nights and his constant activity. He was off in his own state of dreamland. 

Porter gave up trying to reach Asher. He thought about going to Sam’s, but had no idea where he lived. He was horned up. He was anxious. He was completely overwhelmed by the day. He couldn’t get Dylan, Asher or Sam out of his mind. He kept riding.

Sam

I was having the most vivid dreams. It was like I was right there, but not at all. It’s hard to explain. All I could think about was my next torture of Dylan. I also had Asher on the brain too. I was so impressed with how he responded today.

I drifted in and out of various scenarios. One in particular stuck with me. 

In my dream, I got up to pee and instead of going into the bathroom, I went to Dylan in the storage closet. Dylan was lying there in the fetal position, whimpering and just staring into nowhere. I closed the door behind me. The light of the one bulb above us was dim. I gave him a nudge and he looked up at me holding my cock. He automatically jumped up on his knees and opened his mouth. Good boy.

I put the head of my cock in his mouth and began to piss. He took every drop like the good toilet he is. I felt like taking advantage of the situation and once I finished, I began to shove my cock into his mouth. I pushed it all the way in until he was choking and gagging and his nose was poking into my light patch of pubic hair. I slowly slid in and out and fucked his face. I became more and more boned and my cock was at its full hardness and length. I began to use more force as I fucked his face harder. He was drooling and coughing, trying to breathe through the assault on his face. I finally wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him tightly against me. My cock was deep in his throat, it felt as if he were swallowing it. I thrust as fast and as hard as I could without letting him up for air. His nose was dripping mucous and he was puking up bile and liquid. It was just oozing out of his nose and mouth. He was unable to breathe and he was trying desperately to push me away. I just applied more force and pushed harder. Eventually I felt his body go limp. He must have passed out. I just kept thrusting his throat like I wanted to bust through the back of his head, until my body shivered and pulsed and thick streams of cum were being pumped down his gullet. I finally stopped cumming and pulled my cock out of his mouth. He just fell back onto the floor, hitting his head on the wall as he went down.

I looked down at him lying on his back, not moving at all. I thought I should do something, but the only thing I thought to do was to push his legs back and shove my cock into his ass. I pushed him up and started pounding at his ass. His back was scraping against the concrete floor, his head banging against the wall. I was sweating like I never have. It was pouring off me. He was covered in his own sweat. His beaten and bruised body was going through yet another assault. I rammed my cock into him deeper and deeper and just pounded him relentlessly. He slowly came back to life – barely. He kept mumbling ‘yes, yes, harder, harder’ and ‘destroy me’. It was barely audible. I just kept hammering away at his ass until I finally reached my limit again. This time, I pulled my cock out and shot another massive load all over his body, his face, his hair, the wall. He was drenched in cum.

At this point, I was crazed. I started to jerk my cock furiously. Dylan just lay there mumbling, ‘no don’t stop’ and ‘please more more’. I was whacking away at my cock trying to cum again and I found myself poking the fingers of my other hand into his ass. I finally came again. This time it was a small gurgle. I’ve already cum several times today, and now three more in succession. I went back to jerking my cock and started shoving my fingers deeper into Dylan’s willing hole. I reached up and rolled my hand in the cum that was covering him and used it as lube to push my hand into his hole. He ass was so well used, this wasn’t tough at all. I was now doing something I’d never done before and was overtaken by this intense desire to destroy his ass and jerk myself raw. I felt as if I’d cum again and this time not much more than a drop came out – along with a sharp pain from my balls. 

I had lost myself in this trance of abuse. One hand was fisting Dylan’s ass, the other was milking my cock uncontrollably. Dylan was now almost completely out of his daze from passing out. He was watching as I fisted him, begging me to go deeper, faster, harder. I formed my hand into a fist and pulled it out and forced it back in again. I did this fast and furious, punch fisting his open, gaping hole. My other hand was feverishly jerking my cock, bringing me to yet another false orgasm. This one is even more painful than the last. I would bring myself to this point two more times, causing myself harsh, piercing pain each time. While jerking myself raw, I was also driving my fist deeper into Dylan’s ass; eventually my insertions were well past my wrist each time. Dylan was bucking and thrashing as I roughly worked his hole. He finally blasted a load of cum into the air like a geyser – without touching himself at all. His cum landed everywhere – on his body and his face, on my head and face, on the walls nearest to us. His shriek as he came broke my trance and I pulled myself from his ass and collapsed on top of him. My cock throbbing in pain, my body spent. Dylan too was wiped out and panting. We had spent ourselves into a deep slumber on the floor of the storage closet.

I finally woke up from my dreams and went to get a drink. I was excited to tell Asher all about the dream. It was like four in the morning. The apartment was eerily quiet. As I wandered around, I couldn’t find Asher. The TV was on, there was an empty plate and a few empty beer cans near the chair. No Asher. Maybe he crashed in the other bedroom. As I was walking down the hall, I noticed the door to the storage closet slightly open. I stepped in. There was Asher passed out on top of Dylan. The room smelled of cum and sweat. Both of them were covered in cum. They looked like they had been through something very intense. They looked like the two bodies in my dream – only I thought I was the one on top of Dylan.

I was a little stunned. Did I have a dream? Or was I witnessing what they were doing? But that was me in the dream, or was it? How could that be? I was asleep. It was so real, maybe it was actually real? But how? Did I do this? Could I have done this? 

I went back to bed and just lay there staring at the ceiling. Bewildered by what I saw and felt.

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