The Dungeon

The Cells

Raven released my chains from the wall and led me down the stairwell into the lower levels of the Dungeon. His friend—the blond—walked behind me, giving me a good squeeze now and then along the way.

It had been a long time since I’d been down in the cells. They weren’t as dank or dark as the name implied. The lighting was dimmer than the bright glare of the Turret, but it lent more of an air of intimacy than foreboding. The ‘cells’ were merely rooms that provided more space than the narrow walkways of the Turret. Here, several people could gather together, or one could take advantage of the various toys the space provided—slings, bondage tables, etc.

What the cells didn’t provide much more of than the Turret was privacy. There was a narrow hallway and on each side were rooms facing one another, and there were only bars to keep out the eyes of on-lookers—which, of course, was what they had been designed for.

Raven led me to a simple cell equipped with nothing more than a few pallets along the floor and a hook low on the wall to attach my chains to. In a discreet nook there was also water provided—though more food and drinks could be called for upon request. Almost anything could be provided, with the exception of alcohol. There was a zero-tolerance policy against drugs and alcohol at the club. Members were even randomly selected at the door for breathalyzers and their monthly tests scanned for drugs as well.

Not that I was really thinking about any of that at the moment, as I lay down on the mat, my hands over my head and my legs spread. My chain was long enough to give me room for movement, but not enough to do much more than sit up and turn over. So I was forced to sit and wait again as the two gorgeous men before me disrobed.

The fact they were getting completely undressed had my blood pounding in my ears. It meant things were going to get down and dirty. I squirmed in anticipation.

Once undressed, they called for an attendant, who saw to their clothes and then excused himself with a bow.

“Now,” Raven said, his eyes dancing with lust, “where were we?”

“Oh, yes,” he said, lowering himself to join me. “I think it’s my turn to fuck you.”

“Yes, Master,” I said cheekily.

Blondie laughed and came to kneel over my face.

“You liked my cock so much inside you, would you like to taste it now too?”

I couldn’t help but grin. I couldn’t even play at being demure if I was offered cock so nicely.

“I would like that very much, Master.”

Blondie chuckled and leaned down to give me a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues danced together in the air, tips battling against each other. I mewled with need when he withdrew, but he had something better waiting for me.

Shifting, he straddled my face, so that he was looking down my body at where Raven sat between my thighs.

“Taste this first,” Blondie said. He nudged his hips forward so that his sac hung over my mouth. It was smooth and heavy on my tongue as I darted out to give it a long lick.

“Hmm,” he murmured. “Good boy.”

Raven sat watching us, stroking his beautiful, long cock as I nuzzled his friend’s balls and continued to lave my tongue across them. When Blondie lowered his hips, I felt the soft weight of his sac settle over my face more firmly, and I moaned happily as I sucked one ball into my mouth and rolled it over my tongue.

“Fuck!” Blondie cried, making his friend chuckle. “He’s talented!”

I smiled to myself at his comment. It was amazingly hot to see doms go all crazy when you worked them over. They might fool themselves into thinking they’re the ones in control, but we’re the ones who drive them crazy. And at the moment, I was thoroughly enjoying the way Blondie was writhing over my face. The skin of his sac was velvet soft and so cool against my lips until I warmed it with the heat of my own mouth.

“Now the whole cock, pet,” Blondie said, pulling back only to glide his swollen shaft between my lips.

I opened obligingly and gasped loudly when I felt a warm hand grasp my own cock. With my head back and my mouth stuffed, I couldn’t look down, but I could feel Raven slide his well-lubed cock against my hand, before his own hand wrapped over us both.

Most guys overlooked the pleasure of frottage—and I had to admit I liked to be fucked more than anything else—but this felt damn good, even more so because I hadn’t experienced it in so long. His slick shaft was hot and hard as it rubbed against me, and I nearly drowned in the sweetness of the sensation it brought.

Being attended to so perfectly—face fucked and cock stroked to rock-hardness—it felt like heaven. My body began to twitch as the stirrings of my climax began pooling deep in my groin. But I didn’t want to come just yet.

Thankfully, Raven slowed the pace of his hand over our cocks, milking our pleasure rather than racing towards it. Though the same couldn’t be said of his friend. Blondie leaned forward onto all fours to get a better position to pound his cock down my throat. But even he wanted to draw things out, and would sometimes pause to pull out and rub his slick cock—head dipping with pre-cum—over my lips and face.

I gave little pants and mewls of pleasure whenever he did. I wanted the scent of sex all over me.

“Is this a private party?” came a voice from the cell entrance.

I turned my head to see two other handsome men standing there, both naked and nursing proud erections. Raven shrugged and looked to his friend, who waved them inside. My pulse doubled.

I adored being doted upon by multiple partners. It wasn’t what I usually did when I came here, since it was intense and sometimes left me pretty worn out afterward—but it was a special treat when it did.

“What do you think?” Raven asked me as the others stepped inside. Blondie pulled his cock out so I could answer.

“Master, I am happy to have the chance to please four masters at once. I only hope I can satisfy you.” My voice was husky and raw, and I knew my need was burning in my eyes as I looked up at him.

A deep, haunting desire flared to life in his chocolate eyes and I felt my stomach flutter. This man was sensuality incarnate.

Our gazes held until Blondie guided his cock back to my mouth, and I was obliged to tilt my head back to take him in. I felt the two newcomers settle on either side of me.

“If we free your hands, will you behave?” Raven asked.

I nodded and vocalized my assent as best I could around the cock stuffing my mouth. The dark-haired man chuckled and I felt the two newcomers release my shackles. Blondie shifted so I could bring my arms to my sides, and I immediately felt each hand wrapped around a waiting cock.

It was hard to concentrate on pumping them when I had so many sensations flooding me, but it was a welcome challenge. Blondie once again began thrusting in earnest and I whimpered to egg him on, wanting, needing to feel him come.

My hands stroked the cocks in my hands with renewed vigor, as if I could somehow make the shaft in my mouth explode if I stroked them faster.

Then, finally, I felt Blondie stiffen and give a long, heady groan as he erupted inside my mouth. He shuddered and gave a couple more thrusts before pulling out and shooting ribbons of semen over my face and chest. I sucked the last of his come from the tip of his shaft and whined in protest when he moved to sit back.

Raven chuckled. “What do you want, pet?”

I looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “Master left a mess,” I pouted. “And I can’t clean it up on my own, because I would have to stop pleasuring the other masters.”

“What a dilemma,” Raven said, amused at my sulking. “Would you gentlemen care to help him out?”

The newcomers grinned and began scooping up the come with their fingers and bringing it to my mouth. I whimpered in delight as I licked and sucked their digits clean.

“Thank you, masters,” I said prettily when they had wiped up the last drop.

“You’ve been such a good boy, I think you deserve a reward,” Raven said. Then, releasing our cocks, he spread my thighs wider and guided his cock between my cheeks. “I hope you’re ready for it.”

With that, he plunged inside. His cock throbbed hot and deep within me, filling me so perfectly. My back bowed off the mats as I cried out in unfettered ecstasy.

“That’s it,” he murmured, beginning to thrust. “That’s it, my pretty pet.”

My eyes shut as ravenous desire ripped through me. Every stroke sparked along my nerves, a small supernova growing with each masterful thrust. I barely noticed when the men around me shifted positions, until suddenly a warm, wet mouth engulfed my aching shaft.

My orgasm ripped through me in an instant, but true release didn’t come. I was still hard and hadn’t ejaculated—not yet. But it wouldn’t be far off. Raven had lifted my hips from the mats and was now holding them captive. His strong fingers hooked around my hipbones as he rode me, my ankles resting atop his shoulders.

Then two new cocks pressed to my lips. I whimpered and opened wide, swirling my tongue over and around the weeping heads as they fought for my attention. One would plunge between my lips, then the other. Or they would rub together over my cheeks and lips, a messy tangle of unadulterated pleasure.

When Raven quickened his pace, I swear I saw stars. I couldn’t hold back the full force of my need any longer.

“Master!” I cried. “I-I’m going to—!”

Then the super nova exploded, and everything slowed down as a bright, hot light enveloped my body. I spasmed, filling Blondie’s mouth with my come. I opened my eyes and saw the men above me panting hard as they pumped their cocks together over my face. Then they exploded as well—one of them thrusting into my mouth to deposit his salty seed down my throat, while the other stroked himself dry across my chest. I could feel the sticky semen scattered over my torso like a blessing.

And while I was slowly milking the last of the come from the cock in my mouth, I felt Raven fighting to hang on to his control. The man had impressive stamina, and I was certain he would be ready for another round shortly after this one. Yet he succumbed, giving one last hard thrust before he let out a damn sexy gasp and shot his load deep within me. He shuddered again and again, and I moaned gratefully as I felt him fill me.

When he pulled out, I could feel rivulets of his come escape and slip down my thighs. I stretched my limbs in contentment and smiled.

We took a breather and Raven gave me water from his cup. He also paused to kiss me, thrusting his tongue inside and plundering my mouth.

“A reward for my pet,” he said in a husky tone as he pulled away.

I grinned and decided I could go another round—or two.