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One Night in a Dungeon
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©Copyright Samantha Cayto 2012
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright May 2012
Edited by Amy Parker
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ONE NIGHT IN A DUNGEON
Samantha Cayto
It takes a strong man to submit to another’s control, and a good Dom wields his power with care.
Captain Drew Atkins, a battle-hardened warrior, is ready for the ultimate test of his strength and courage—submitting himself to another man’s control. Luc DuBois is the consummate Dom, the perfect man to initiate Drew in the twin delights of pleasure and pain. One night in a dungeon taxes them both. Drew isn’t sure he can yield control or take the pain his body craves. The allure of this new submissive drives Luc to the edge of his control.
Luc introduces Drew to the awesome effects of pain and the bliss of leaving the decisions up to someone else. The tension of Drew’s career washes away with each stroke of the flogger. He is more than willing to give Luc whatever he demands. Luc admires Drew’s strength, is humbled by his trust and takes only what he knows the other man can give. As he plays with the soldier’s body, Luc also knows one night will not be enough.
Dedication
This story is dedicated to my little brother, Matthew. He may never read anything I write but his emotional support on a daily basis makes it all possible.
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Chapter One
The hard slap of leather against skin matched the beat of the Linkin Park song playing in the background. Drew Atkins closed his eyes and let the sounds blend inside him, his blood pounding in his head, coursing through his veins with the same throbbing rhythm. His cock pressed hard against his jeans. It had been that way since moments after he’d arrived at this out-of-the-way labyrinth of playrooms. Who knew Los Angeles could harbour such wicked delights behind an unmarked door guarded by discreet bouncers clad in black? All it took to gain entry was to utter a simple sentence.
“I’m Luc’s guest.”
The Dungeon Mistress had smiled as if she’d known what lay in store for him tonight. He hadn’t. He could only have imagined until he had stepped into this playroom and watched two people, a man and a woman, being strung up and beaten. Even though neither scene was of a man mastering another man, the sights still heated his blood and banished his apprehension. He was going to do this. He was going to finally submit himself to another man and learn what delights could be found by being dominated and disciplined.
The fantasy had lurked in the back of his mind for as long as he could remember, ever since he had been old enough to understand and acknowledge that he was gay. He had pushed aside the thoughts, the yearnings, because dealing with his sexual orientation had already been a difficult thing to do. For too many years, it had clashed with his desire to be a soldier. Attending West Point and working his way up the ranks to captain—and all the while stealing a few moments of pleasure with other men—had taken time and energy. It had been easier to bring his natural inclination towards leadership into the bedroom rather than check it at the door. But it had been exhausting, too, and never as fulfilling as he had hoped. In the end, the plain truth of it was that, while he had been born to take charge in every other aspect of his life, when it came to sex, he wanted someone else to lead the way.
He focused his attention on the smacks and groans and imagined it was him tied up and being beaten. His flesh tingled with arousal. He could feel the hair on his arms rise. A shudder ran through him. This part of his nature had been harder to acknowledge. Although, like any good soldier, he avoided harm as much as possible, his deepest desire was to be disciplined as well as mastered. He had done the research and now understood that guys like him, who carried responsibility and suffered tremendous stress, often craved the release of pain. Still, a part of his brain screamed ‘deviant’ and, worse, questioned his manhood. What kind of ‘real’ man liked to be trussed like a hog to slaughter, and made to moan and scream?
Him, that was who—a decorated officer of the United States Army. He had nothing to prove to anyone, least of all himself. With four tours of combat duty under his belt and every single time having brought all of his men home alive and in one piece, he was a poster-perfect example of masculinity. And, as he had come to realise with his homosexuality, this other part of his sexual orientation made him no less an alpha male. All he needed to do was submit, give up control and responsibility for a little while, to the right man, another strong man.
It had taken a while to find that man. He would relinquish control to this guy the same way he had with superior officers. It was a matter of trusting another person’s ability, and Luc DuBois had a stellar reputation within the BDSM community. He was the right man for the job.
If he ever showed up.
Drew opened his eyes and glanced around the room, trying to look casual, as if he came to dungeons every night. No one fitted the description Luc had given him—tall and lean, with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. He shifted his stance, jammed his hands inside his front pockets and leaned against the wall. He kept his gaze fixed on the sights of floggers smacking backs, of cries of pain and ecstasy. Bodies writhed in both protest and invitation.
A kernel of doubt slithered inside his brain. Could he take it? When the time came, if it came, would he be able to relinquish control of his body to someone else, even another alpha male? Of course, in one sense he had done it for years. As a soldier, he’d taken orders and put his life in the hands of those above him. This was different, though. It would take a level of strength he had never had to call upon before.
Could he do it?
Yes. Hell, yes, his cock said. It strained and twitched in anticipation. His balls ached. A shudder of pleasure raked through him once more.
“Like what you see?” a low, seductive voice asked, close to his ear.
Startled, Drew turned his head to see who was behind him. Fingers grasped his short hair in a painful grip and twisted his head forwards again.
“I didn’t say you could look at me.” Nails dug into Drew’s scalp.
He winced, but his dick throbbed with increased arousal.
The
voice continued, with a trace of French Canadian in the tone. “Look at how red that boy’s ass has become. His Mistress wields her flogger well. I do, too. Soon your ass will be the same rosy colour, and you will groan and beg for me as prettily as he does.”
Drew’s breath came out faster and harder. His heart pounded. Still, as much as he was turned on by what this strange man had said, he needed to be sure. “Luc?” he asked, in a voice rough to his own ears.
A low chuckle tickled his ear before a tongue licked along the outside of its shell. “Who else? No man would dare touch what’s mine, and everyone here knows you are mine.”
His? The thought of being possessed by another man should have made Drew bristle. He was a commander of other men, after all. When he barked out orders, they were followed. In the bedroom it was the same. He had always taken the lead and been the top, pressed his cock inside the willing men who had looked at him and seen power and control. And yet, at that moment, he was the boy he had once been fifteen years ago, the boy who had been shown by an older man how his secret yearnings to be with another man were right and normal. With the repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, Drew didn’t have to hide his sexuality any more, either, so why did he continue to hide and fight his submissive nature?
It was hard to give in, hard to give up control. He twisted his head to break the hold and said, “I haven’t agreed to be yours yet.”
Luc chuckled again and reapplied his grip on Drew’s head before Drew could turn to look at him. “You will, because I have what you want. Your deepest fantasies can come true tonight if you submit to me. Look at how happy they are,” he ordered, his fingers digging in deep once more. “While they hang there, they have no worries, no responsibilities. They can let their minds go blank and simply revel in the pleasure-pain their tops give them. That can be you.”
A hand slid over Drew’s thigh and cupped his package. Strong fingers squeezed his cock and balls until he grunted and gasped. “That will be you,” Luc continued in his low and seductive tone. “All you have to say is ‘yes, sir’. You’re a military boy. I’m sure you can say that very well indeed.”
Drew’s eyes closed of their own volition once more. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He concentrated on the feel of the hands that still held him in a tight grip. The discomfort should have turned him off and made him soft, yet it didn’t. He remained rigid and achy. His cock knew what it wanted. All he had to do was turn off his mind and trust in the man standing behind him. He was safe here. He knew that because he had been careful to find the right man and the right place. The Internet had provided great intel, and the dungeon’s reputation within the lifestyle was as good as Luc’s.
His body would not be harmed—at least, no more than he agreed to. Luc had reassured him through their email discussions that, while Luc would be the Master, it was Drew, as the sub, who had all the control. He could stop any assault on his body any time he liked. So there were no concerns on that account. It was his mind and soul Drew worried about. What if he was wrong about this? What if he came to regret this experiment?
What if he missed the best time of his life merely because he was being a chicken shit?
Never one to back down from a challenge or a fight, and frankly he wasn’t sure which of those things this night would prove to be, Drew willed the last of his reservations away. Leaning back, he bumped into a hard, warm wall. The back of his head rested within the crook of the taller man’s neck. “Yes, sir,” he said in a whisper.
Luc let go of his head and wrapped his arm around Drew’s chest instead. He strummed his thumb across Drew’s nipple. Drew’s breath hitched at the sensation. Such a simple and potent caress, and yet how many men had thought to touch him there? None that he could remember. The hand gripping his groin eased back. The thumb down there likewise stroked his cock. Even though he had come seeking pain, this petting held its own appeal. A kiss, a gentle one, touched his temple.
“Turn around.” With the order, Luc let him go and stepped away.
Drew missed the contact with the other man’s body immediately. He complied, though, because that was the point. Don’t think. Don’t analyse. Obey. React. Slowly, he turned around and caught his first sight of the man he was giving himself to. Luc was a few years older, Drew had known that coming in. In the dim light, however, there was little evidence of age. The Dom was a couple of inches taller than his own six feet, but more slender. Not thin. There was finely sculpted muscle on display, as the man wore no shirt. His black leather pants were coupled with a long duster of the same material. With his hair pulled back, Luc’s finely featured face was stunning, his skin pale, his dark eyes visible and compelling. He would have made a perfect vampire, was all Drew could think. He felt scruffy in comparison in jeans and a T-shirt.
Luc smiled at him, straight teeth gleaming in the gloom. “Like what you see, precious?”
“Yeah,” he said, and blinked in surprise at the gentle slap in the face he received. When Luc stood staring at him, he got the message. “I mean, yes, sir.”
The Dom nodded in approval. “You’ll learn.” Turning, he stepped over to the row of big leather chairs lining part of the wall. He dropped down into one of them with his legs spread wide. “Kneel here,” he commanded, pointing to the floor between his legs.
Drew hesitated only a second before complying. He went down on both knees as gracefully as he could, his gaze fixed on Luc’s eyes, mesmerised. His nipples tingled against the fabric of his shirt. His pants bulged with the still hard rod, his desire fuelled by the excitement of being commanded. He waited. And waited. His gaze didn’t waver. The urge to fidget and question was strong, yet he resisted. This was a test to see how well he could relinquish control. He was determined to pass, calling upon the patience he had mastered during the seemingly interminable lulls in battle.
Finally Luc smiled seductively and gave a nod. “Good boy. Take off your shirt.”
With a well-practiced motion, Drew whipped the thing over his head and tossed it on the floor in front of him. He waited for the next command.
Instead of giving one, Luc leant forward and ran a hand down the middle of Drew’s chest. There was a smattering of light hair there to match his head. Luc petted it gently before moving over to a nipple. Happy for that particular attention again, Drew closed his eyes and revelled in the touch. The scrape of a nail against the hard nub made him gasp, and his eyes flew open. Luc took the nipple between forefinger and thumb, pinched and twisted until Drew let out a stream of stuttering breaths. The pain was exquisite. His body flushed with increased arousal.
Luc looked at him knowingly. “A mere taste.” He let go and sat back. “Now, undo your pants and lower them to your knees. I want to see if you were honest about what you have to offer.”
Drew bit back the groan that was desperate to get out. The idea of exposing himself in public, even in this dim room, gave him pause. He had never been an exhibitionist. But that was him thinking too much, thinking at all. It wasn’t his responsibility to worry about the right or wrong of what he did. Luc, his Master—if only for this one night—wanted to see his cock.
Well, all right, then. He had been perfectly truthful about what he kept behind his zipper. He was proud of what he had to offer any man. With slow and deliberate movements, he undid his fly and eased the fabric down past his engorged dick. The mere act of stripping this small amount revved his excitement. Clenching his hands to keep from rubbing himself to climax, he looked up.
“Mmm.” Luc’s eyelids were at half mast. His tongue darted out to lick his lower lip. “Delectable.” He reached towards Drew again, this time to scrape his thumbnail across the head of Drew’s cock.
“Fuck!” Drew jerked forward and back, blinked a few times to clear his watering eyes.
“Another taste and another test. I always try out a new boy with little flicks of pain to see how his cock reacts. Some people are titillated at the idea of BDSM, but not truly made for it. You’ve stayed hard. I think
your cock likes pain; I think it loves pain, in point of fact, and I’m a very good judge of these matters. We’ll both know better in a short while. And, if you’re a good and obedient boy, I may give your poor cock some relief later.” His tone became brisker. “First, though, you need to relax more.”
Relax? Drew almost laughed at the notion. He was anything but relaxed. His nerves were stretched tight, his body practically quivering with anticipation and need. Luc’s arms rested on the chair’s. The other man appeared nonchalant, but his fingers dug into the leather. He wasn’t unaffected by what he saw and what he did with Drew’s body. Hell, why didn’t they just go into a private room and fuck the shit out of each other?
“Patience, dear boy.” It was as if the Dom could read his mind. “You really do have to stop thinking quite so much. Trust me to do it for you. I’ll give you everything you want, and more.” He paused, then slapped the top of his left thigh. “Lean across here.”
Drew hesitated, not because he didn’t want to comply. He wasn’t sure how to go about doing it. With his pants down by his knees, his movement was restricted. Luc helped him out by clasping the back of his head and propelling him forward. Drew landed clumsily across his Master’s thigh and struggled to get comfortable. It was not only awkward, but humiliating as well. He felt as if he were a little boy being chastised by his father, except his father had never hit him. And, even if the old man had done so, Drew wouldn’t have been so excited.
A hard slap on his ass arrested any more thoughts. A sound flew past his lips, part groan, part sigh.
“Still thinking, precious? You want to be tied up like a man for your punishment, do you? All in good time. You’re not a man yet. You’re my boy and I will discipline you however I see fit.” Another smack jolted him. “Do you understand?”
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