The Dungeon

The Dungeon, Part 5: The Dining Hall

“My, my, but you are good at this!” I groaned.

Leon’s eyes grinned up at me from where he knelt, my cock buried to the hilt inside his warm mouth.

My hand brushed through his hair and I moaned. His tongue rotated around the tip of my shaft as his head bobbed expertly up and down.

I was leaning back in the plush office chair, my pants flopped open as he worked me over. If only every membership renewal offered such services! Even with the steep fees and monthly medical checks, it was the best thing I’d ever done for myself.

Leon’s hand came up to grip my cock with just the right amount of pressure. His fingers were slick—he must’ve used some hidden bottle of oil.

Goddamn! Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better!

His hand glided up and down with a slight twist, grazing the tops of my balls on every down stroke, the bloody tease! And still his mouth sucked and licked without pause.

“Your mouth is so fucking hot!” I panted, thrusting my hips up, wanting to see the entire swollen shaft disappear between his lips.

His hand slipped down to fondle my balls then, tugging just a little. I hissed my breath between my teeth, the first stirrings of my climax pooling in my belly. But I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to savor every last moment.

“No hands, Leon.”

He gave me a cheeky grin and then gave my balls a gentle squeeze. It felt fucking good, but he was going to make me blow all over his face! I had more control than that—or wanted to.

“No hands, I said!” in my most stern ‘dominant’ voice.

Leon gave a pretty pout but complied. We both knew he wasn’t really a submissive, but I think he enjoyed playing the part every so often—or maybe he just liked the feel of a good face fuck sometimes. Who could blame him?

In either case, I doubted any dom that came in to renew his membership treated him strictly as they would a submissive out in the Dungeon. Not that we were rough with the subs—unless they wanted it—but as a dom, you grew a sort of sixth sense for how far a sub wanted to be pushed, and Leon wasn’t one to be pushed far.

But if he liked a cock down his throat, I was more than happy to oblige.

I watched as he put his hands down to the floor and played his tongue over my cockhead. I took a breath to get a hold of myself and took my shaft in hand, lightly slapping it against his lips, then pushing it inside.

For a while I played with his mouth, popping my cock in and out, but I was rock hard and it quickly became almost painful to hold back. Finally, I shoved my hips forward and began fucking his mouth at a more frenzied pace, my hands gripping the sides of the chair until my knuckles were nearly white.

“Oh…Yes! Fuck!”

Leon dove his head down, his lips tickling the fine hairs at my groin, my cock stuffing his mouth. My balls tightened and my back arched as every inch of my body suffused with orgasmic pleasure. My come shot down his throat, and I felt Leon strain to swallow all of it.

I’d come harder than I thought I would, but I still had plenty of energy left for my visit to the Dungeon. My first climax just helped take the edge off so I could take my time deciding how I would spend my evening.

Leon looked pleased with himself as he stood and straightened his suit.

“Lovely to have you continuing your membership with us, Mr. Novak.”

I laughed. The way Leon could transition so smoothly from being a suck-toy to being a polished businessman was impressive, and amusing.

“I always wondered what you do with the submissives who have to renew their memberships…”

Leon grinned at me. “A bold question, but then you are a dominant—mostly.” He winked. “Let’s just say I like a little variety in my life.”

He was circumnavigating the issue, but I laughed and was about to stand and leave when he stopped me.

“Speaking of which, I have a band I think will suit you.”

My brow wrinkled. Generally, dominants didn’t wear bands. Usually, the little plastic bracelets were worn by submissives to let the doms know their preferences. If, say, they wanted a fuck, or just do rimming or sucking. Or if they liked spankings, or toys, or a myriad of other things. Of course, the level they chose in the tower indicated much of this as well—the higher the level, the higher the kink, to put it simply. But the bands gave you more specific preferences, and they were always quite helpful.

Why would I need a band? I was a dom—free to demand whatever I liked.

“Here,” Leon said, slipping a white band over my wrist. “I believe this will help you get exactly what you’re looking for.”

I immediately frowned.

“Leon, this is—”

“Exactly what you need.” He winked and walked back behind his desk. “Now see yourself out. I have another meeting in twenty minutes.”

I wanted to argue, but I bit my tongue and left the room.

Damn him! Why was Leon always so bloody perceptive?

An attendant stepped up to me as I shut the door behind me. After pressing my thumb to the small keypad he held out, I waved the man aside and made my own way down to my preferred floor. The subs might have to be guided around, but doms went where they liked, when they liked.

I wandered a bit, soaking in the lovely offerings chained up in the Turret. On Level 3 I watched for a while as two handsome doms took advantage of a pretty little sub with the loveliest curls gracing his delicate features.

When they led him away to the Cells, I headed to my favorite spot on Level 4. Aptly dubbed ‘Glory Lane,’ it was a dimly lit row of glory holes in a hallway that curved behind the main stone wall of the Turret.

Today there were only two other men there, their cocks already slipped inside the softly padded waist-high holes in the sleek black wall. A small light on the wall above each glory hole shown red or green, based on whether a sweet little sub was waiting on the other side for the next eager cock. It was an even number today—five green and five red. I stepped up to one of the holes several down from the nearest dom and gave a relaxing sigh.

No matter what else was going on outside the club, here I had nothing to think about and no responsibility. Just pleasure. I unzipped my gray pin-stripped slacks and took my cock in hand, just enjoying stroking myself for a few moments. Whoever was waiting on the other side would know I was there, they would be able to watch me pumping my stiff dick to rock-hardness through the fist-sized glory hole.

I adored imagining the eager little sub on the other side—watching, waiting. And when I finally slipped my cock inside, I almost came at the first touch of the anonymous, warm wetness of his mouth. Something about the fact the other man’s actions were hidden from me—that I never knew what was coming next and had to stand there in anticipation, nearly as helpless as the submissive feasting on my cock—made me shiver with ecstasy right down to the tips of my fingers and toes.

And, oh my! What a skillful mouth was working me over now! The heat of it was exquisite, sucking up and down along my length—now faster, now slower. I was going to explode in a shamelessly short amount of time if I wasn’t careful, despite my earlier release.

Gripping my shaft again, I pulled back just a little. I could feel the sub suck on me harder, trying to keep me from denying him. I pulled back until I could spy the tip of his tongue seeking the weeping head of my shaft, and then pushed forward, forcing him to take me in. Again and again I played this game, until I swore I could hear greedy whimpers coming from the other side of the wall.

Finally, I pressed my hips to the wall and remained there, letting unseen lips glide over and along my shaft at their leisure. I groaned and lifted my hands to brace myself against the wall. My entire world was narrowing down to the pleasure of one hot mouth servicing me in the darkness behind my eyes.

I never even heard the footsteps behind me, until all at once a presence was there, leaning into me, pressing me even more firmly against the slick wall. Blinking open my eyes, I saw strong fingers wrap about my right wrist, where the damn bracelet that Leon had insisted I wear was peeping out from under my sleeve.

“Well, well,” came a heady, hot-honey voice behind me, “you’re quite the rare specimen, aren’t you?”

Pinned as I was, I couldn’t turn to see him, and somehow that make it all the more thrilling. I could feel the hungry mouth at my cock lapping up the pre-cum that was now dripping from my slit.

I bit my lip, unsure of what—if any—reply I should give the man pressing so insistently at my back.

“It’s not often you find someone who swings both ways—a dom who likes to be fucked, how delicious.”

I sucked in my breath as a rush of excitement went through me. I could feel the rumble of his commanding voice reverberate against my back through his chest. I hadn’t asked Leon to give me that bracelet, and I hadn’t sought out anyone to take advantage of it, yet here I was, helpless to deny myself the pleasure.

“What is your name?”

“You’re…not supposed to ask,” I gasped, trembling as my cock was suddenly deep-throated.

I felt lips at my ear, heated breath searing my skin as the man asked, “True, but it’s a dilemma. What am I to call you as I fuck you, then?”

Oh god, this was really happening!

“You are a rare specimen,” he went on, subtly swaying his hips against my ass, “and I have you pinned here. Perhaps I should name you after a butterfly. You could be my sweet Monarch, and I your humble servant.”

“Yes…” I hissed, my breath coming in pants. I felt overloaded, unable to move, my body captive and tortured—suspended in a sea of ecstasy.

A soft chuckle drifted into my ear just before teeth grazed the tender lope and tugged.

“Oh… ahhh! God…yesss!”

“What is it?” the dom asked, his hips never staying their movement, his hands now openly roving my body.

I groaned, almost unable to speak. “Behind…the wall—there’s two of them!” I groaned in disbelief.

As many times as I’d visited Glory Lane, I’d never had two subs decide to share my cock, but now I felt their invisible tongues and lips enjoying me with ravenous passion.

Behind me, two strong hands drifted down and gently shifted my balls so they rested on the rim of the hole.

“You should give them more to work with then,” the dom told me. I could feel his smile through his words. I made to give a retort, but all that left my lips was a breathless moan as a pair of lips suddenly sucked at my exposed sac.

The two sweet mouths took turns sucking down my cock or fondling my ball sac. My mind could scarcely wrap around the fact I was being pleasured by three men at once—and yet I could see none of them. My excitement pumped through me like a drug. I felt as if I was being held captive by unseen forces—as if the gods had chosen to inflict the sweetest torture upon me possible with invisible hands and lips and… oh god!

Sweat broke out over my skin. I could hardly breathe for the need to climax, and yet it was held at bay. It was as if I’d crossed a threshold and had to come so hard I almost could not. My balls ached painfully. Yet I knew the answer—I needed more. I was waiting for something.

“What… do I call…you?” I panted as the dom’s bulge grinded at me through his pants.

“If you are the butterfly, then I suppose I am the Flame.”

I groaned. Yes, I was drawn to this as if I had no will, as if I was some simpering, helpless sub. But I knew that wasn’t true. As much as I enjoyed being pinned, I would never have wanted to walk around naked, be chained, or wait upon my ‘master.’ But every so often…I did like a good fuck, and I relished losing myself in it—yet as an equal to my partner. And, oh my, was my Flame my equal in so many things!

I knew I was well-endowed, and as the other man’s erection grew harder and his length more evident, I knew he had an equally fine cock to ride me with. A surge of lust flashed through me like lightning.

Fuck, yes! I thought as my pants were pushed to my thighs. This is what I need!

“What do you say, Monarch? Ready for more?”

I heard the jingle of a belt being unbuckled as his weight briefly left me. I needed release so badly now I became angry in my impatience. Moreover, I wasn’t a sub, even if I might’ve lost myself in the moment for while.

“Flame,” I said firmly, “if you do not fuck me soon with that cock of yours, you’ll find mine up your ass in a minute.”

With his weight off me for the moment, I took the opportunity to turn my head, and saw a blond Adonis blinking back at me, his ample cock resting in one hand as he stood still in momentary surprise at my words.

Then a slow grin spread across his handsome face, and he motioned an attendant over for some lube.

His eyes never left mine as he poured the liquid over his erection and stroked. I almost didn’t realize my hips were thrusting forward eagerly, until I sped up the motion as he drew near.

I was forced to turn my head back to the wall to keep a comfortable position, and his weight pinned me firmly once more.

“Guess I better get this cock inside you then,” Flame said with amusement. “Spread your legs.”

He said the words matter-of-factly—more of a practicality than a command. So I complied. It left me spread-eagle against the wall, not that I gave a fuck at this point. My shaft continued to be alternatively swallowed down two throats and my whole body quivered with anticipation as one slick finger invaded me.

“Hurry,” I demanded. “Fuck me already!”

My Flame made me wait a few moments, however, as he stretched my reluctant muscles. And when his thick shaft replaced them, I had to admit that as hard as it was to wait, I would’ve been in pain if he hadn’t prepared me. He was even bigger than I’d anticipated.

My ass felt filled to capacity as he slowly slid inside. I gasped, fingers clutching uselessly at the sleek wall beneath them.

“Now that I have you properly pinned, Monarch,” he said when I felt the weight of his balls brush my ass, “you had best hold on tight.”

“Ahh, yes!” I cried shamelessly as he began to plow into me. “More, yes! Fuck!”

My eyes shut and I felt as if my entire body were on another plane. I floated, skirting the edge of pain as the Flame thrust into me, pushing my hips forward so my cock drove even deeper into the mouths waiting for me in the darkness. Hands clasped my hips with bruising force. Every inch of my skin felt taut and over stimulated. I opened my mouth to cry out in ecstasy, but my voice never came.

A wave of bright-hot pleasure crashed and surged through me, suspending me in a world of indescribable euphoria. As if I hadn’t so much achieved release as it had simply taken me unawares like an undertow in the ocean—inevitable and unstoppable.

When I came back to my senses, my Flame was grunting his ascent in my ear. His cool seed filled me, even as my own came in ceaseless spurts over the unseen mouths and faces of my amazing little submissive cocksuckers.

I’d never come so hard. My legs felt weak. As I collapsed against the wall, my body was wracked with jerky shivers of delight as I felt the subs milk every last drop from me—sometimes sharing kisses over the head of my cock as tongues cleaned come from my shaft and their chins.

If I hadn’t been so spent, I would’ve been tempted to go back to Level 3 to jerk off again just so this time I could watch the sticky ribbons drip from pert pink lips. But, of course, part of the attraction of Glory Lane was the mystery of having to feel what was happening, rather than relying on the explicitness of sight.

As my Flame slowly slipped his cock from my pleasantly-used ass, I turned to see the post-coital bliss shimmering in his eyes. He looked as spent as I felt. His shoulder-length blond hair was stuck to his face in places and his caramel-colored chest was beaded with sweat where his shirt had fallen open.

Reluctantly, I finally pulled my cock from the glory hole and fastened my pants, grimacing as come slipped down my thighs. Everything I was wearing would need to be dry-cleaned.

“We both look like we could use a shower, Monarch,” the other man said with a grin of amusement.

“I was thinking the same.”

“Good thing the Dungeon provides them. Care to head that way?”

I looked at him and quirked an eyebrow. “Which showers?”

The Dungeon had two sets. One had sleek stone black walls and provided large open spaces and baths for several men to fit into leisurely. It also provided all the usual Dungeon conveniences, with metal loops in the walls and other bondage gear and whatnot for continued play. The other showers were merely functional, with tiled black and white walls, individual stalls with various soaps, shampoos, and cleaners. Since, by the end of one’s visit, you needed a simple honest bathing to just clean, rather than get distracted.

Flame didn’t reply at first, then shrugged. “Whichever you’re up for.”

“My ass is closed for the day.”

The man chuckled. “Not a problem. I think there are enough subs around—we could find a couple eager bottoms.”

I opened my mouth to say there was no way I had energy left for that, then reconsidered. It wouldn’t necessarily have to do anything strenuous if we went to the shared showers. And I certainly wouldn’t turn down having a cute little bottom wash and pamper me, or even just fondle him or kiss for a while.

“I suppose I could be convinced,” I replied.

Flame awarded me a gleeful grin and motioned me to follow him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked when I paused, frowning.

“Nothing,” I muttered. “Let’s go.”

What I didn’t say was that I had just realized Leon would be gloating from the footage of me getting plowed not a half hour after I’d tried to deny I wanted the bracelet that signaled I was a willing bottom as well as top. I also would owe more in membership fees this month, since I had special ‘preferences’ now.

I shook my head. Shrewd bastard!

Yet somehow as I looked at the gorgeousness of Flame’s body when he undressed, I couldn’t really be mad at him, could I?

The Dungeon, Part 5: The Dining Hall

“You realize this is a highly unusual request,” Leon said, leaning back in his office chair to look across his desk at the man seated next to me.

The man at my side was my favorite dom here at The Dungeon—classically handsome with vividly bright blue eyes and dark auburn hair, who was currently sending a very exasperated look toward the club’s owner.

“Perhaps it is,” Blue-eyes conceded, “but I don’t believe it’s an unreasonable one.”

Leon sighed, pushing his silky brown hair back from his face. “You would like to be able to call ahead to check if this lovely little sub is here before your visits to The Dungeon, is that correct?”

“In short, yes.”

“What if he is here, but otherwise occupied?”

Blue-eyes shrugged. “He’s free to enjoy himself as he chooses.”

“You say that now…” Leon retorted.

“Whether I pleasure him or can watch others do so, the point is that I’d prefer my visits to include his presence.”

I beamed from where I sat, a warm glow infusing me at this admission.

Steepling his fingers, Leon shook his head. “This is not a dating service, you know.”

“I’m not asking to see him outside of the club.”

“Thank heavens for that,” Leon sighed. “You know I don’t forbid club members to strike up relationships, but if you did—”

“We would have to relinquish our membership, I know.”

“Couples cause nothing but drama,” Leon muttered. He looked at Blue-eyes. “If you begin to display any jealous behavior—”

“I won’t.”

Leon looked between us, considering. “Fine. I’ll allow it for now. When your membership renewal comes up, we’ll see how things stand and I’ll decide whether or not to allow it on a regular basis. Agreed?”

“Agreed!” Blue-eyes said, grinning.

They shook hands and Blue-eyes led me from the office.

“Where are we going now, Master?”

Blue-eyes grinned. “Guess.”

My heartbeat raced at the delicious possibilities. “I wouldn’t presume to know…” I said demurely—which really meant: ‘I want to hear the words straight from your lips.’

“You’re a little tease, you know,” he winked.

Suddenly, he cornered me against the wall and pressed his strong body into mine. I could feel his erection, strong and hard, through the fine silk thread of his pants.

“We are going to the Dining Hall. Will you behave there?”

I was sure he could feel my heart as it thumped against my ribcage—my excitement was palpable.

“Yes, Master. I promise to be very good.” As I spoke, I thrust my hips forward, sucking in a hiss of pleasure as I felt his stiff cock twitch against mine.

“Tsk, tsk.” He brought his mouth to my ear, his tall frame encompassing me so completely that I felt surrounded at all angles by his presence. He nibbled and sucked at my earlobe—he knew it was a sensitive spot of mine.

“Master,” I murmured, delirious with rapture, “I will ruin your suit soon.”

He pulled back to look down between us, where my weeping cock had already smudged his trousers.

Blue-eyes gave me a jaunty grin and shook his head. “I will have to use a spare pair when I leave now.”

He would have anyway—all doms brought extras clothes to leave in. I would imagine the scent of sex alone would saturate every inch of fabric, even if they did nothing but watch. One plus to being a sub—I had a much lower dry cleaning bill!

But, of course, his chiding was all part of the game.

“I’m so sorry, Master. What shall I do now?”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished.”

“Oh no!” I said, feigning surprise, making my eyes go wide and batting my lashes innocently.

“I’m afraid so. Now, turn around, my pet.”

I complied and he took my wrists in one strong hand, lifting them high over my head.

“You have been naughty, so I will have to spank you now.”

“Oh my!” I knew I hadn’t kept the delight out of my voice that time, but what could I do? Blue-eyes was just too much damn fun!

His hand came down firmly over my bare ass, and I felt the sweet little sting it brought. I cried out in mock repentance, and he spanked my other cheek. He used just enough force so it was more play than punishment, but my backside was pleasantly warm by the time he finished.

“Have you learned your lesson now?” he asked.

I gave him a pretty pout, but nodded like a good chastised bottom.

“There now, it wasn’t all that bad, was it?”

“I suppose not, Master.”

He grinned at my sulkiness. “I think I shall have to get you a special treat when we dine now, won’t I?”

I bit my lip to keep from grinning too widely. “I would like that.”

He led me forward again and shook his head affectionately. “I think I’ve spoiled you too much. But how can I help myself with those pretty green eyes and that lovely little ass?”

I shrugged and he laughed as he stepped in the elevator. An attendant waited inside.

“To the Dining Hall,” Blue-eyes told him.

“Very good, sir.”

I tried not to fidget as we rode up. What would it be today? I wondered. There were too many wonderful possibilities to consider!

The Dining Hall was my favorite part of the Dungeon by far, and so few masters took me there. Sometimes I just requested to be placed there as a server—but it was always more exciting to have a master lead you there, to know he had something special in mind.

I knew most people wouldn’t be able to understand the titillation a sub felt when a handsome dom decided he wanted you to serve him. I never felt that it was servitude as much as it was simply mutual pleasure, and I could leave everything in the dom’s capable hands. I didn’t have to plan anything or think about anything, all I had to do was relinquish control to a man who knew just how to turn me on with the most exquisite pleasure. All that was required of me was to sit back and wait.

Not a bad deal if you asked me.

The elevator doors opened and we stepped into another world. Most areas of the Dungeon were dark and sleek but sparse. However there were a few areas, including the Dining Hall—despite its nondescript name—that were plush and followed more of a gothic-Victorian style. Chandeliers of crystal and ruby dripped from the ceiling, crimson velvet cushions adorned the booths and gilded wooden chairs. The tables were covered in crisp white linen and graced with silver and china.

It could have been taken straight from a bourgeois salon when men used to bother with top hats and greatcoats. Here, the doms wore suits and the sub waiters wore nothing but a frilly waist apron and white cuffs. It all held an air of class and gentility—if you overlooked the fact half the men there were naked and in the throes of various stages of coitus.

“How many today, sir?” asked a cute little brown-haired sub as he greeted us. Though it may have seemed like a silly question, considering there were obviously only two of us, Blue-eyes or any other dom could’ve requested as many other subs to join us as he liked. I wouldn’t have minded, though today I did feel like having him to myself.

Blue-eyes glanced down at me and replied. “Just us two.”

“Very good, sir. Did you have a preference for a table or a booth?”

“What do you think, pet?”

“Whatever pleases you, Master. Although…”

My master quirked an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Well, I do enjoy being in the center of things, master.”

He gave me a smile and a small pat on my red bottom. “A table in the center then.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Leaning down to nip at my ear, he said, “You can thank me properly in a bit, my pet.”

I shivered at the sweet promise in his voice and followed as we were led to a small table in view of the entire Hall. Mirrors lined the walls, and it was a fantastic view of all that was happening around us.

The waiter handed Blue-eyes the menu and left to give him a few minutes to choose. His ass as he left us was quite a nice view.

“Are you hungry, pet?”

From his matter-of-fact tone of voice, I knew he was asking this as a plain question, rather than innuendo—though I turned it into one anyway.

“Only for you, Master.”

I knew that pleased him and I stifled a giggle when he not so discreetly adjusted his pants.

Waving the waiter back over, Blue-eyes told him, “I’ll begin with the calamari, then the oysters, and the dessert sauce platter to finish.”

“Very good, sir,” the waiter replied, his eyes sparkling as he took the menu and sauntered away.

My heartbeat quickened at the mention of the sauces. We were going to have some fun tonight!

Blue-eyes leaned back in his chair and reached a hand out to stroke up and down my thigh. In a booth to our right, an eager sub with a nice athletic built bent over the table as his master for the evening began to fuck him. Their groans mingled in a delightful chorus and my dick swelled in appreciation.

I saw Blue-eyes smile out of the corner of my eye.

“Would you like to come sit on my lap while we wait for the food, my pet?”

At my vigorous nod, he laughed and uncrossed his legs. One of the attendants pulled his chair out a bit for him, giving me room to settle into his lap.

“Do you like watching them?” Blue-eyes whispered in my ear.

I trembled as his hands grazed my arms and hips. I knew just how much pleasure those skilled hands could give me. He nipped my neck when I forgot to reply.

“Yes, Master.”

Our eyes drank in the sight of the rutting pair and then drifted to another table across the way where a dom was stroking himself to the sight of the two subs at his table feasting on the whip cream-covered cock of their waiter.

I groaned and ground my bottom against Blue-eyes’ erection, which was jutting out enticingly from where it lay confined in his pants.

“Are you getting hungry now?” Blue-eyes asked, his hands gliding up my chest to tease my nipples.

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My back arched and I mewled a breathy, “Yes, Master.”

“Oh dear…looks like you’re making a mess again,” he said, his hand moving to scoop up the pre-cum dripping from my shaft. “You must clean it up.”

He lifted his glistening digits to my lips, and I knew exactly what he wanted—but I wanted to hear him say it, so I hesitated.

“Open your mouth, pet. You must clean my fingers.”

Oh yes…!

Parting my lips, I stuck out my tongue and dragged it across his fingers before sucking them deep into my mouth. I preferred to taste my master’s come, but I was not adverse to my own as an appetizer to the main meal.

He teased me by pulling his hand back then slipping two or three fingers back in my mouth, until I was panting for him—suckling on him like a kitten for milk.

“Your food, sir.”

I blinked as I was suddenly guided back to sit in my own chair. But I pouted prettily enough that Blue-eyes decided to hand-feed me some of his oysters. I slurped the salty delicacies into my mouth from the rough, raw shells and licked my lips as Blue-eyes pulled the empty shells away. From the gleam of arousal in his eye, I knew he was having as much fun as I was.

He popped one of the sautéed calamari rings in my mouth next, and I sucked at his fingers—licking them clean. His eyelids grew heavy with desire as he watched me and I practically purred when he deliberately thrust his index finger back between my lips, pumping it over and over again just as I imagined he eventually would with his cock. My skin felt tight and hot with need and I mewled around his finger.

“Not just yet, pet,” he said, pulling back.

I sulked, but I knew that being forced to wait would only serve to heighten every touch and kiss and caress once we began to play in earnest. For now, however, Blue-eyes leaned back and breathed deep, calming the edge of his lust enough so that he could finishing eating without needing to rush.

I waited, furtively stroking my aching shaft when I thought he wasn’t looking, and taking in the alluring sights around us. The waiter at the other table had finally exploded from the attentions of the two subs sucking his cock clean—which, of course, caused a mess of its own. The two handsome subs were now licking one another’s faces clean of the waiter’s come, while their master looked on approvingly. My breathing grew shallow as I waited in anticipation for the dom to offer the two cuties his own cock to suck.

“Pet?”

“Y-yes, Master!” I said, jumping in my seat when I realized I hadn’t been paying attention to him—as I very much should have been.

“I said, dessert has arrived,” Blue-eyes said, raising an eyebrow. “Although, perhaps you are no longer interested…”

“No, I am, Master!”

He grinned happily and motioned the waiter to keep the sauces on his tray and wait on them, rather than simply leaving the dessert on the table. It meant Blue-eyes wanted him to stay and watch. My pulse raced in anticipation.

“Now,” my master said, looking to the pretty, blond-haired waiter, “what are the sauce selections this evening?”

His cheeks flushed with arousal and his apron tented with further proof of it, as the waiter replied, “We have a creamy vanilla bean and rose, a salted caramel, and lastly a dark chocolate raspberry.”

“Very nice,” Blue-eyes replied. He turned to me and tilted his head, as if considering. “I think we will start with the salted caramel—but bring a booster seat first, if you would.”

I knew my eyes were sparkling with excitement as the waiter cleared away the dirty dishes and disappeared into the kitchen. When he returned, he brought with him what looked like a small leather cushion, only it was made to snap onto the edge of the table. The waiter adjusted it in front of my master, who then backed up his chair and motioned me to stand in front of him.

“Turn around to face the table,” he ordered. I complied, my blood rushing in my ears. “Now bend over, pet.”

I did as I was told and snuggled into place over the cushion, which served to both buffer my hips from the hard edge of the table as well as hike my ass up invitingly, right in front of my master’s face.

I heard Blue-eyes push his seat closer once more. The heat of his breath caressed my exposed ass, since was now stretched before him, my ass high in the air for his pleasure.

“Now,” I heard him say to our waiter, “the caramel sauce, if you will.”

“Yes, sir.”

The next moment I felt the warm touch of the sauce as it was expertly drizzled over the round swells of my ass cheeks—zig-zagging over my skin until one last strip of caramel was dipped straight down the valley of my ass.

The sauce—heated and sticky as it was, felt like come, and I shivered as my cock twitched beneath me.

“Mmmm,” Blue-eyes purred. I felt the hot, wet flat of his tongue lick across my left cheek and couldn’t restrain a little moan of delight. “Wonderful,” my master murmured against my skin.

Then he delved into the dessert with more relish, licking every inch of my rounded cheeks while his hands held my hips firmly in place. The only spot he ignored was the cleft of ass. I tried to wriggle in his grip to entice him, but he held me still.

“Patience, pet,” he said. “I want to savor my sweets.” Turning to the waiter—whose breath I could now hear coming in pants—he told him, “The chocolate sauce now, I think.”

Again, the warm, liquid feel of the drizzled sauce made me giddy. I bit my lip to try and keep still, but it was torture. This time, after Blue-eyes had thoroughly cleaned my cheeks, he set to work on the sauce pooling in the crack between them. By then, the sauces had slithered lower, dripping down across the bottom of my ass and trailing over my scrotum.

I felt my master’s gaze on me as he leaned over and dipped the very tip of his tongue down into the cleft of my ass, where my round globes met the apex of my thighs.

“Delicious,” he murmured.

At a torturously slow pace, he dragged his tongue up along the crack, slowly spreading apart my cheeks to get every last drop. When he grazed the tight bud of my entrance, I gave a little yelp of delight.

“I daresay you are enjoying dessert as much as I,” he chuckled. “Oh, I’ve missed a spot.” With that he moved lower, finally attending to the caramel and chocolate that had worked its way down my balls.

I openly gasped and moaned as he sucked and nibbled them clean. I smiled to myself. I knew I had shaved my balls for a reason today.

When Blue-eyes moved to tongue his way up over my perineum, I nearly lost my mind. My cock was so hard I thought for certain I was going to come without even being touched.

I felt my master’s breathing increase—the heated caress of his breath tickled my skin, his hands massaged my hips, and I silently pleaded that he would end my torment soon.

Then his tongue pressed with more insistence between my cheeks, flickering mercilessly over my tender bud. I reached out to grip the far end of the table, whimpering as he teased and toyed with my portal. Until, finally, he thrust within, tongue-fucking me for all he was worth.

“Uhh! Oh, Master!” I gasped.

Then, abruptly, he was gone.

“The orange bottle of lube,” I heard Blue-eyes demand to the waiter in a raspy voice.

Oh, gods, yes! I thought. The sound of his belt jingling as he loosened it was like music to my ears.

The familiar citrusy scent of Blue-eyes’ favorite lube filled the air, then the glorious feeling of his cock pushing in, stretching me, filling me until my breath hitched and I nearly saw stars.

At first he fucked me with agonizing slowness, leaning over to kiss my shoulders and whisper in my ear. “Pretty pet,” he breathed in a husky purr.

I arched my back and tried to leverage myself backward with my grip on the edge of the table, but he pulled back every time.

I groaned in frustration, earning a murmur of amused laughter. Looking over my shoulder, I pouted up at him. He smiled and my blood rushed as I watched his hips thrust forward with more force, then slow once more.

“M-master!” I gasped, gazing at him pleadingly.

He stilled his motions completely and asked in a voice that revealed just how desperate he himself was to continue, “What is it, pet? Tell me. What do you want?”

“Please, Master,” I said prettily, “Please fuck me harder.”

He shut his eyes and I felt a tremor pass through his entire body at my admission.

“I think I will,” he replied, voice rough with need. He gripped my hips tighter and finally began pounding into my body.

I knew he enjoyed when I was vocal, so I held nothing back—the entire Hall echoed with my grunts and cries of pleasure.

“Oh, yes!” he hissed, pulling out to slam back in, over and over.

His speed began to increase and I knew he was close. I wanted so badly to come with him, but knew if I could hold off it would be worth it.

“Oh, my! YES!” Blue-eyes cried, just before he pulled out and spent himself over my backside, his cock shooting thick streams of semen across my ass and back.

There was nothing quite as sexy as hearing my master climax, and the pants of exhausted pleasure in the aftermath.

“Now,” Blue-eyes said, after he’d collected himself, “the vanilla.”

The waiter’s drizzling was less controlled this time, less precise, and I knew it was because he was holding back his own excitement.

I glanced over my shoulder as Blue-eyes smiled at the blond young man and gestured to my semen and sweet-streaked body.

“You may take a taste, if you wish,” my master told him.

I saw the blond lick his lips, but he hesitated. “May I…come while I do, sir?”

Blue-eyes chuckled. “You may.”

Eyes glittering with enthusiasm, the waiter slipped a hand beneath his apron and then bent down to lap up the ribbons of creamy vanilla and silky semen from my body.

I murmured with approval, but I hoped he would be quick. My balls ached painfully for release. However, the languid sensation of the man’s tongue licking every inch of skin helped take the edge off my need. It was relaxing to be given such a thorough tongue bath—though as the waiter grew closer to his orgasm, his actions grew a bit more frantic. He sucked at my skin, getting every last drop, and murmuring the sweetest little sounds of pleasure. Until, finally, he choked back a gasp and shuddered as he came in his own hand.

“We shouldn’t let that go to waste, should we?” Blue-eyes said as he walked around to face me.

Taking the waiter’s sticky hands, he scooped up some of the semen and then dipped his fingers in the vanilla sauce before bring them to my face.

“Open,” he said in a low, firm tone that sent a thrill through my body.

I parted my lips and felt his fingers push their way in—salty and sweet and wonderful. My mouth clamped down on the digits and sucked hard. When my master pulled his hand out and stretched apart his fingers, I licked between them. The scent of sex lingered in the air and inside my mouth. And I was about ready to burst.

“Master,” I said, gazing up at him. “Help me come.”

“Tsk. You must ask nicely,” he said, bending over so that our noses nearly touched.

“Please, Master?”

“That’s a good pet.” With that he closed the space between us as he kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth, sharing the taste of the waiter’s semen on our tongues as they danced. When he pulled back, he was smiling. “Stand up, my sweet one.”

I did, though my legs were shaky and Blue-eyes had to come back around to the other side of the table to hold me. He leaned me back so my ass was resting on the leather cushion, and then knelt before me.

“The chocolate sauce,” he instructed the waiter, who jumped at the order. He’d looked as if he’d been in a lusty daze as he watched us. Carefully, the blond complied, pouring a neat strip of chocolate down my cock, and Blue-eyes instantly engulfed me—right down to the hilt.

“Ahhh!” I cried. After being so stimulated for so long, my cock was painfully sensitive—but in the best way possible!

“Master!” I gasped, thrusting into his mouth when he put his hands on my hips and nudged me to do so. I was thrilled to comply.

I adored sucking cock—and had actually been anticipating taking Blue-eyes’ long, weeping, chocolate-covered shaft into my mouth when he suggested we go to the Dining Hall—but being able to throat-fuck my master was a rare treat.

His fingers dug into the tender flesh around my hipbones, pushing me forward so he could swallow me fully. I felt the tickle of his breath as his nose nuzzled my groin. Then he pulled back and swallowed me again.

It was utterly exquisite. I wanted it to last forever. But my body quaked and trembled at being denied release for so long, and before I even knew what was happening, my world exploded in a blaze of heat and searing satisfaction. My knuckles gripped the edge of the table like a vice and I shot my load straight down my master’s throat.

He sucked and swallowed like an expert, though a little stray trickle of my come escaped down the corner of his mouth. I immediately bent and licked it up.

He grinned and settled himself back into his chair, zipping up his pants and plopping me in his lap. Looking to the waiter, he gave the blond a wink and told him, “You may go.”

“Did you enjoy yourself, pet?”

“Very much, Master,” I replied, grinning from ear to ear. I nuzzled his neck and whispered, “Did I please you?” Though I knew I had.

“Yes, but there is just one more thing I would ask of you.”

“Yes?”

“Do you have the energy for one more course?”

I giggled and wiggled into Blue-eyes’ lap encouragingly, my cock already growing stiff.

“By all means, Master.”

We proceeded to have a very thorough meal indeed.

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