The Dungeon

I watched my lovely Monarch as he stripped out of his fine clothes and handed them to one of the attendants just outside of the Bath Hall. I was already naked and waiting.

It had been such a rare delight to have found the handsome brunette at Glory Lane. As a rule, I didn’t much care for simpering, over-eager submissives. Despite the fact that the Dungeon was divided between doms and subs and that many fit those categories well, there were, thankfully, always examples of shades of gray. I enjoyed those anomalies, even if they were challenging to find, and I liked whomever I fucked to have a bit of spark and fire and meat on his bones. My Monarch had been a very welcome change of pace.

He followed me into the Bathing Hall and we glanced around, surveying the crowd. The lights overhead were softened by thick billows of steam in the air and displayed everyone’s naked, glistening skin to perfection. The Bathing Hall was massive with black marble walls and ebony tiled floors, but the baths were lined in white. It made a very pretty picture and thankfully today it wasn’t overcrowded.

I looked at my companion and saw Monarch’s eyes taking in the submissives on display like a kid sampling sweets. The Hall was lined with bath ‘helpers’—subs who had asked to be stationed there and waited patiently at the sides—with fresh towels in their hands and eager expressions on their faces. Several sported sweet little erections popping up from between their thighs.

Monarch and I looked at one another and grinned. “Washing baths first?” I suggested. There were several styles of baths—those for washing or soaking, some with herbal soaks, some still, or with jets—though most people began with the showers or washing tubs.

My companion rolled his eyes. “I’ll probably only have energy to wash up, so yes!” I chuckled at him and watched as Monarch went straight over to a petite strawberry blond and had the young man set his towels aside.

“Don’t take too long,” he said with a wink, leading his sub by the blond’s leash and collar.

“I’ll be there momentarily,” I said with a grin.

It had been a while since I’d come to The Bathing Hall, and I’d forgotten just how extensive it was. Several large soaking tubs ran all along the left hand wall, each big enough to fit a dozen people in comfortably. To my right were offered a row of individual baths sunken into the floor. Monarch was leading his sub to one of the tubs that was relatively shallow and had luxurious jets shooting out across the bottom, rather than actually being filled with water. After all, the main purpose of these tubs was a good washing up, and the jets helped sweep away the dirty water into drains near one’s feet. It was quite convenient and very comfortable. I was looking forward to slipping into the tub and letting the jets do their work as I washed myself clean—or rather had someone else wash me down, as Monarch and I had planned.

As Monarch was already being sudsed down by his cute blond, I wanted to make my own choice quickly and join him in the tub beside him. Though the room was always heated, the large open spaces and sleek stone walls always made it a bit drafty if you were just sauntering around naked.

I wandered closer to the ‘bathing boys,’ as I liked to call them, until my eyes rested on one of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen. He was nearly as tall as I was and, though not quite as muscular, was very toned and much more athletic than any of the other young men. The curves and angles of his body were spectacular. The golden skin of his arms gleamed flawlessly over his firm biceps and forearms. With broad shoulders and a damn sexy slender waist, he was no doubt a swimmer. His calves and thighs looked powerful enough to ride me for days and—be still my heart—his bronzy tanned skin gave way to pale ivory perfection the moment my eyes met his waist. He must swim in tiny little briefs, for his hips and ass be so deliciously pale against the rest of his golden skin. It drew the eye straight to the prominent erection practically screaming for attention between his thighs. Delicate black hairs graced its base, another perfect contrast against the pale skin at his groin.

My eyes drank him in, making their way back up to his heart-shaped face—wavy auburn hair kinking into curls in the humid air of the Hall. My eyes ran smack into his, which were chocolate brown and looking back at me knowingly. A smirk graced his pink lips as I made my way over to him. He’d watched me eating him alive and obviously taken satisfaction from it. He looked confident as I stepped up to him, and a challenge glinted in his dark eyes, as if to say, “I might like to bend over and spread my legs, but do you think you’ll be man enough to satisfy me?”

I gave him a wolfish grin and stroked my cock to life. I saw him take note, his eyes widening just slightly as my cock engorged. A faint pink flush stole over his cheeks as he watched me, and I saw his own pretty cock twitch in silent reply. His eyes when they met mine again were glowing with naked lust.

“Put those goddamn towels aside,” I growled as I stood before him. My grin widened as he smirked before complying. Oh, he was going to give me a run for my money all right, but I was going to do just the same.

He bent lower than was necessary to nestle the towels back onto a low shelf in the wall, sticking his round, perfect ass out in the process. It was damn tempting to step up behind him and keep him bent, to take him right then and there without preamble. I saw him glance back at me with a lusty gleam in his eyes and a wiggle of his ass. He knew what he was doing, but I wasn’t going to give in just yet.

When I made no move to fuck him, he straightened up, his head tilted to one side, silently asking, ‘What now, then?’

I reached out and took his cock in hand. It was standing up proudly, curving out up like an invitation. “This way,” I said. Keeping a hold on his rod, I steered him forward with it.

“Yes, Master,” he purred, though there was not even a whisper of submission in it. It was all a game to him, but he didn’t know yet how well I played.

Stepping up to the shallow baths, Monarch glanced over at us and smiled. “A lovely new specimen, eh?” His breath hitched as he spoke. His helper was kneeling between Monarch’s thighs in the spacious tub and working the man’s shaft vigorously with both hands.

I chuckled and settled myself down into the tub next to them. The touch of the hot water on my backside was pleasant—though Monarch no doubt enjoyed it more, considering his ass had gotten more of a workout earlier. Despite the brunette’s reservations about extending his play in the Hall, it was obvious he was about to come again. I had some catching up to do.

Looking up, I saw my own bath boy kneel down on a rubber pad next to the sunken tub. “Would you like me to bathe you, Master?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. In his hands he held a scrub sponge and a mobile showerhead that was installed at the side of the bath.

I took a moment to admire the pretty picture he made. His auburn curls were backlit from the lights above, making his hair glow like a fiery halo. Ginger hair and chocolate eyes, I mused, the ideal dessert after my main course. And did I ever love my sweets!

I smiled at his mischievous grin and leaned back to get comfortable. Shutting my eyes, I waved a hand nonchalantly. “Yes, I think I’d like that very much.”

“Yes, Master,” came his reply, his tone cheeky.

Though initially my thoughts were more focused on what I was going to do after Sweets had lathered me down, after just a few minutes of the hot water streaming over my body, and his hands gliding along my skin, I was purring with contentment. As I was a man who enjoyed his luxuries—since they had all been hard earned—this was heaven.

I heard moaning at my left and looked over to see that Monarch and his little sub had shifted positions. The young man was straddling Monarch’s chest with his ass thrust up and Monarch’s face buried between those sweet, round cheeks, giving his helper what looked to be a thorough tongue-fucking. Meanwhile, the sub was swallowing Monarch’s cock like his life depended on it. Just another advantage of having a tub not completely filled with water, I thought with a smile.

My own cock twitched appreciatively at the sight. I looked up at Sweets hovering at my side. He was kneeling near my shoulder, his erection jutting out invitingly and no doubt with intention.

“Come closer,” I commanded. “I want to suck your cock now.”

I saw Sweets bite his lip to keep from grinning too widely as he shifted. He sat down at the edge of the tub, one leg on either side of my right shoulder, and presented his cock to me. I swallowed it with relish, tasting the warmth and saltiness of his skin as I glided my tongue over his shaft.

“Oh, yes!” he whimpered playfully. “My master is so good to me!”

Sitting up, I turned more to the side to wrap my arms about Sweets’ hips and pull him closer to the edge. I could feel the tickle of the curly hairs at the base of his cock as my nose pressed against his groin, his entire length down my throat. I heard his breath catch in a surprised gasp and would’ve smiled if I hadn’t had his rod stuffing my mouth. Sweets was probably surprised a dom like myself could deep-throat with such skill. It was lovely to feel him tremble and know I’d thrown him off-kilter.

His hands came up to grip my hair as I began to bob my head, but I would have none of that. I pinned his hands to his sides and heard a beautiful mewl of pleasure in response. This was why feisty subs were so damn delicious. They would give you a sassy attitude, but when they yielded it was so, so much more satisfying.

Sweet’s cocky attitude had vanished as he moaned and wriggled in my grip. His cock was as hot as the steam curling around us.

“Master!” he gasped suddenly, his body tensing like a bow. “I—oh, Master!”

I grinned and pulled back to give his cock one last lick to the sensitive head and he cried aloud, his orgasm releasing in one powerful burst. Before I could even pop him back in my mouth to drink him down, he exploded over my lips and chin.

I licked the come from my mouth and watched with supreme satisfaction as Sweets slumped over me, his body still shaking with the after shocks of his climax. I kissed his cock and licked up the last drops of semen leaking from the slit.

When Sweets finally regained himself and sat up, he looked down at me with eyes drunk on lust.

“What a mess I’ve made, Master,” he said in a low husky voice. “Let me clean it for you.”

Without waiting for my leave, he bent down and dragged his tongue across my mouth before kissing me hard. I captured his face in my hands and demanded more, plunging my own tongue between his lips, dominating him as he gave way to the bruising force of my kisses.

By the time I pulled away, he was purring like a kitten and licking my face clean.

“May I join you in the bath, Master?” he asked. He was panting now, his cock spent but already thickening once more.

“Yes, my Sweet,” I said with a smile, pulling him down inside. He settled across my lap with a contented groan.

On either side of my hips were rubber pads, made especially for this purpose, and Sweet’s knees nestled comfortably on them as he wriggled a top my groin.

The beautiful sub’s orgasm seemed to have made him eager and needy for more. He buried his face in my neck and nibbled and sucked—now slipping my earlobe between his teeth, now lowering his head to flick his skilled tongue over a nipple.

My cock was standing at attention and occasionally bumped his lovely bubble-butt, making him moan and the fervor of his attentions increased with every instance. He wanted more but had now fully handed me the reins.

He glared as I pulled him away from where he was bent sucking my nipple and made him look me in the eye.

“You want to be fucked, don’t you?”

No teasing grins now, just raw need smoldering in those dark eyes. “Yes, Master.”

I felt a surge of hot lust rush down my very bones and settle in my groin at his honest reply, naked of any coquettishness or play. Reaching down, I took hold of my cock—so engorged now I was rock hard with need. I wanted this as much as he did, but I also knew we both wanted to draw it out to the last.

“You feel that cock?” I asked, rubbing the head between his cheeks. I watched Sweets’ eyes flutter shut as he wiggled his backside and groaned.

“Yess,” he purred.

“You want that cock inside you? Spreading you, invading you?”

“Gods, yes, Master!”

“Then tell me. Say you want to be fucked.”

“Yes, Master,” he said. Despite his deep tan I could see his entire body flushed with need as he told me, “I want it. I want to be fucked by you so hard.”

My blood rushed through my veins at his admission and pumped so hard I swear I could hear the thrumming of my pulse in my ears.

“Then spread your cheeks, and sit on me.”

“Yes, Master,” Sweets said. Sitting up and reaching back, he slowly lowered himself down onto my cock. I helped, one hand on his hip, the other on my shaft.

Watching him slowly impale himself almost had me shooting my load before we’d even begun. It was hard not to, with the picture Sweets made—his head tilted back, mouth open, back arched and pale hips framing his growing erection.

When he was completely impaled, his luscious bottom resting over my groin, I licked my lips and gripped his hips. I could still taste his semen on my tongue as I began to fuck him.

His hands rested on my chest, steadying himself as I held him captive above me and thrust my hips upward. I went slow at first, cherishing every heated each of his body as it enveloped me. He beared down to take me in more easily, but he was still wonderfully tight. After a few minutes, his body relaxed and I quickened our pace.

“Can you feel me inside you?”

“Oh, yes! It…feels…so good, Master!” he gasped. He got his knees beneath him and used the leverage to slam himself down harder over my shaft, grinding his ass down and urging me for more.

With the hot water rushing beneath us and Sweets riding my cock like a champion, it was one of the best fucks I’d ever had—outside the Dungeon or in. I reached up to tweak his pert little nipples and earned startled gasps in return. His cock was at full mast once again and I reached down to stroke it.

Sweets threw his head back and moaned. He was so deliciously sensitive! Seeing how easily he reacted, I decided to make him come again before he finished. It wasn’t hard. He was leaking at the slit already.

“I’m gonna make you come,” I told him, pumping his shaft mercilessly.

Sweets opened his mouth, choking on his reply as his body went taut and his semen shot over my hand and belly. He gasped and his body relaxed. I took his hips in hand again and held his body as I fucked him. His energy was spent, but he still urged me on for more.

“Master…!” he gasped. “I want to feel you come inside me!”

“Oh, yes?” I said, my voice somehow remaining calm despite my racing pulse and my frenzied fucking. “You want me to shoot my load inside you? Want to feel my come sliding down your thighs? Marking you?”

“Yes! Please, Master!”

I could no longer deny him or myself. My fingers clenched around his slender hipbones and I slammed home as I came, again and again, pouring my seed inside him. My entire body wracked with spasms and I felt suspended in an endless moment of bliss, before the world came back to me.

I lay back in the tub, struggling to catch my breath. Sweets lay spent atop me and my softened cock slipped from his body.

We were in no hurry and lay there languidly. I pulled a level on the floor next to the tub which closed the drain slightly, allowing the water to gather over us before it tumbled through the drains, carrying away our sweat and semen. In the bath next to us, I heard Monarch reach his ascent and grinned. He had another one in him after all.

After a time, Sweets stirred and sat up, blinking at me with eyes still glazed with post-orgasmic euphoria.

“That was good, Master,” he said, his smug smile returning. He moved to leave the tub and I caught him about the waist.

“I hope you don’t think we’re done yet, my Sweet.”

The man arched an eyebrow challengingly. “If my Master is willing, so am I.”

While I considered what to do next, Monarch and his sub stood and stepped out of the tub. “I think I’ve done as much as I can today,” Monarch said, eying me with a grin and a chuckle. “Though it looks like you’ve just gotten started.”

His sub stood beside him patiently, but the blond was eyeing us with barely veiled hunger. I looked at Sweets and saw him licking his lips at the sight of the pretty sub.

“What is your poor sub to do if you’re leaving him already?” I asked mischievously.

“What indeed,” Monarch chuckled. “I suppose that is up to him.” With that he turned and left us.

Sweets looked to me and shared a grin. I leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Would you like to go play with our new friend in one of the bigger baths? Hmm?” Without even looking I could feel his cock grow at the titillating idea.

“Yes, Master,” he breathed.

I ran my hands along his sleek, hot ass and smiled. I could indulge him—and myself! Reaching my hand out, I gave the pretty blond a wink. “Care to join us?”