One Night in a Dungeon

by Samantha Cayto

  “Yes, sir,” he bit out, his breath already coming in harsh pants.

  * * * *

  “Good.”

  Years as a Dom allowed Luc to keep his voice calm. He knew how to hide his excitement until the right time. Breaking in a new boy took patience, and the first foray into discipline was decidedly not the time for a Dom to let his fervent desire show. God, it was hard. He was hard. His cock clamoured for release. The mere sight of Drew’s perfect bubble ass, naked and waiting, sent Luc’s arousal into hyperdrive. He had to rein it in. This man kneeling before him was giving the ultimate gifts—control and trust. Luc had to be careful not to abuse them. Well, not too much. He smiled to himself. The whole point of playing was the consensual giving and receiving of pain. A little spanking was nothing compared to what he wanted to do to his soldier boy.

  He placed his left hand on Drew’s head, to keep him down and to reassure him, before he raised his right hand and smacked it squarely onto that lovely ass. His sub grunted and jerked, but otherwise stayed as he was. Luc slapped him again and again, losing himself in the rhythm of the act, until he saw Drew’s flesh redden nicely. He stopped, then, and let them both catch their breath. His hand stung, probably as much as his sub’s backside did. To soothe each of them, he used his palm to cup the taut globes and lightly rub.

  When the sub relaxed his body against Luc’s more, he decided to do a bit of exploring. He wet his forefinger with his mouth before sliding it into the crease of Drew’s buttocks. The guy tensed for only a second before going boneless once more across Luc’s leg. Happy with the reaction, Luc circled the puckered hole he found and pressed the tip of his finger inside his sub’s asshole. Ah, so tight, yet welcoming. He knew Drew was used to being the top. But he also knew that Drew was made to be a bottom. All it would take was the right man.

  “Has anyone been here before me?” he asked, in a low voice meant for Drew alone.

  “Not for a very long time, sir,” was the equally soft reply.

  A rush of excitement shot through Luc. He loved the idea of going where few men had gone before. He would show Drew what he had been missing all these years by denying his true nature. He pulled out his finger and gave one last smack. “Up with you, now. Your pants, too, and grab your shirt. We’re going to play a harder game.”

  Slowly, stiffly, Drew pulled up. He had a dazed look on his face, the beginning of a journey into subspace. Luc leaned over and stared into the light green eyes.

  Cupping the other man’s head between his hands, he pulled Drew into a simple kiss. “I’ll take good care of you. I promise.”

  Chapter Two

  Luc led Drew into the private chamber he had reserved earlier in the week. Whenever he worked on a sub in the common rooms, he always drew a crowd of admirers. He was very good at what he did and often enjoyed the attention. Not tonight, though. He wanted privacy for his new sub. It could be hard to start a journey of submission with an audience. Besides, he grew tired of the game, the showmanship that came from being part of a group. Some quiet play would suit him quite nicely. Drew allowed himself to be steered down the hall, complacent and compliant. His eyes widened a fraction when he saw the layout of the dimly lit playroom, but he otherwise remained silent. Luc stopped him in front of the wooden post bolted into the floor.

  “This is where the fun begins, precious, if you’re still willing.” Luc stood beside the other man, angled to see his face. He kept his hand clasped around Drew’s upper arm, both to claim him and to make sure he was steady on his feet. Even a light spanking could send a sub into orbit.

  There was a brief hesitation before the soldier’s gaze left the post and met Luc’s. “Yes, sir.” His tone was soft, yet his voice steady. Some of the tension Luc had noted in his face earlier was gone.

  “Excellent.” Reaching over to liberate Drew’s crumpled shirt from his fist, he ordered, “Step up to the post and raise your arms.”

  Drew let go of the cloth readily and did as he was told. Shirtless as Drew was, Luc could see the contours of his back muscles as they flexed to keep his arms raised. The man was wickedly jacked—there was not an ounce of fat to be seen, and yet he wasn’t overly muscled. His torso went from broad to narrow in the classic male physique. Luc already knew the ass, lightly covered now by unzipped jeans, would be invitingly taut. It was going to be excruciating to take things slow, to warm up his sub and relax them both with a nice flogging. What Luc wanted instead was to string Drew up, pull down his pants and slam into that underused asshole.

  All in good time. First things first.

  Tossing the shirt onto a bench, Luc tugged Drew closer to the post and fastened his wrists into the padded restraints on either side of the wood. He slid his hand down the back of the other man’s head, both to reassure him and to gauge how well he was doing. A good Dom could tell the state of his sub by simple things like sweating. Drew appeared to be handling everything well. His gaze was focused on the far wall, his breathing quick, but steady. He was a soldier, after all. He was a man used to facing danger and putting aside fear. Knowing that he would be working on a strong sub increased Luc’s arousal.

  “I’ll be right back,” he intoned, and turned reluctantly away. He whipped off his coat and dropped it next to Drew’s shirt. He went into the private bathroom off to one side and kept the door open so he could monitor his sub by looking into the mirror over the sink. God, he was sweating himself, not from fear or even excitement, but from wearing the leather inside on a spring night. It was stupid, really, the image he believed he needed to maintain. What he preferred was to wear jeans and a T-shirt, the same as his sub. That wouldn’t do, of course. Luc DuBois, the ultimate Dom, was known for black leather and a cool demeanour. Only long minutes of beating his sub could make him break a sweat.

  Yeah, right.

  He was getting too old to play with a different boy every week, sometimes more than one in a weekend. Long ago, when he was in his twenties, and even early thirties, there had been a thrill to the chase and breaking in new boys to the delights of submission. The twin pleasures of dominance and mind-blowing sex had been enough to sustain him through his ordinary life of commercial architecture. But now that he could see forty coming around the corner, things appeared differently. He still wanted to bind a man and beat him, he still wanted to fuck a bright red ass. Only now the idea of beating and fucking the same man, having breakfast with him, Christ, designing a home with him, held tremendous appeal.

  Fuck, it was time to settle down.

  First, though, he had a job to do. He had promised Captain Drew Atkins that he could initiate him into the world of submission. It was something he could not only do, but do better than most. And, if his stiff cock and the blood pounding in his ears was any indication, this night was going to be as thrilling for him as it would be for his new sub.

  He washed the finger that had been inside Drew and splashed water on his face and chest. He let his skin air dry, enjoying the coolness of it as he returned to the playroom. He had set out his personal toys before finding Drew. They were on a bench waiting for use. He had brought a wide array of them, although he knew already that he wasn’t going to use many of them. Drew was the ultimate temptation, just as Luc had detected through cyberspace. He had been surprised and delighted to have an active military man contact him on Fetlife. Even with DADT gone from the law, he knew being openly gay, let alone openly submissive, was not career enhancing. The fact that Drew had been so bold said more about his potential as a playmate than his actual rank and combat experience. It must have taken real guts to make that move.

  How many years, Luc mused as he picked up his favourite flogger and ran the strands through his fingers, had Drew denied his nature to himself? How many men had he picked up and played the top with, when every fibre of his being demanded to be dominated? Luc would bet that, even now, behind that calm expression, some part of Drew’s brain was screaming at him to break free and run. Luc needed to be careful. He had been given a precious
gift and he had better not fuck it up. He took a silent, deep breath for calm. Now was not the time to psych himself out. His reputation as a Dom was well deserved.

  He approached Drew slowly. “Before we begin, Captain Precious, we need to establish how you’re going to tell me if what I’m doing is too much. This won’t be fun for either of us if I push you too hard, too fast.”

  Drew shook his head almost imperceptibly. “Not going to happen.”

  Luc flicked the flogger so that it slapped against the back of his sub’s legs. Even over the tough fabric of the jeans, he knew it would smart. Drew grunted, but otherwise didn’t object. “I didn’t ask if you thought it was a good idea.”

  Luc stepped closer and leaned in. “In this room,” he continued in a stern voice, “I make the decisions. And, as you seem to think you’re too good for a safe word, I’ll make it easy on you. ‘Yellow’ is what you say when I do something too intense and you want me to ease back the throttle. ‘Red’ means stop. If you say ‘red’, I’ll stop what I’m doing immediately, you have my word. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Do you trust me?” He whispered the question in Drew’s ear, resisting the desire to nip the lobe so prominently displayed by the military haircut.

  “Yes, sir.” The response was equally soft, although clear and strong.

  It was time to begin.

  Tucking the flogger under his arm, Luc went down on one knee and pulled off Drew’s sneakers and socks. With his feet bare, it was on to the pants. Luc clasped the waistband and tugged it down, careful of the erection blocking its path. With his vantage point, Luc could have easily leant forward and sucked the luscious flesh into his mouth. Already the cock head gleamed with pre-cum. No question, his new sub was happy to be tied up and at his Master’s mercy.

  It wasn’t time, though, for such things, so he consoled himself by biting the flesh of one buttock. His sub hissed, then groaned when Luc licked a soothing trail with his tongue. Luc took a hard, shuddering breath. “This is nothing, you know. Wait till you feel the sting of my flogger.”

  “I’m ready,” was the breathless reply.

  Luc chuckled as he stripped off Drew’s jeans and tossed them aside. “Take a step back from the post.” Doing so forced Drew to lean forward, which, in turn, thrust his ass out. With his foot, Luc coaxed him to widen his stance. “You think you’re ready. Let’s see, shall we?” He stood with his right foot slightly ahead of the left for leverage, gazed upon all the gorgeous flesh offered up to him, raised the flogger and let it fly.

  * * * *

  Drew gasped as the first stroke hit his shoulders. He had imagined being stoic, better able to take the pain than others. He had suffered injuries during battle, although nothing more than scrapes and sprains, thank God. This was different. The bite of the leather strands, even against his tough hide, hurt like holy hell. And yet it was wonderful. As another stroke connected with his flesh, he focused his concentration on the feel of it, narrowed everything down to those fine points. They were like matches lighting small fires across his back, heating his blood, fuelling his arousal. He moaned his pleasure.

  “That’s it, precious, let me know how much you enjoy this,” his Master crooned from behind. “The sound of you in pain enflames me. My cock is hard already, eager to play.”

  Oh, God. Drew closed his eyes and rested his head on the post. Just hearing how much he aroused Luc with his submission made him happier and more fulfilled than any other sexual encounter in his life. And they hadn’t even started the fucking part. This was what had been missing. This was the unnamed craving that had never been satisfied by other men. He hummed in appreciation when the flogger moved south to slap his ass. His body stopped jerking at each stroke once his Master settled into a steady rhythm. It was hypnotic. He embraced the pain, hugged it close. His mind soared to someplace new, someplace other than a simple, concrete room. It was so peaceful in this other place, something he had never experienced before.

  A hard whack across his right buttock jolted him back. He howled in pain and frustration.

  His Master chuckled. “I don’t want you to become too complacent, precious. This isn’t all about your fun. I have to have some too.”

  Another hard whack was followed by more gentle ones, and the rhythm continued. Drew gulped in breaths and tried to centre himself. His arms ached with the strain of being suspended. His legs started to wobble. Once more, his mind drifted away. Then the beating stopped. A murmured protest passed his lips. He missed the pain and wanted it to continue. But Luc was there, running a soothing hand down the back of his head.

  “That’s enough now, dearest boy.”

  Drew kept his eyes shut while his Master unbuckled his wrists. He tried to stand straight when he was free and was surprised by how heavy his body felt. It was a struggle to keep himself steady. He didn’t have to, though. Strong hands gripped his upper arms from behind. The sensation of the other man’s body pressed against the inflamed skin of his back caused him to hiss—and smile.

  “What a little pain slut you are, Captain Atkins,” an amused voice said beside his ear.

  “Yes, sir.” It was true—obviously so, given the rampant hard-on he still sported.

  As they approached a low, padded platform, he wondered when, or if, he might be given some relief. He also wondered when he was going to see for himself how much he had pleased his Master. Then he stopped thinking. It wasn’t his concern. Luc was in charge. The relief of not having responsibility nearly made him weep. As it was, he stumbled, but he didn’t fall. His Master made sure of that.

  Luc helped him crawl onto the platform and gently rolled him on to his back when Drew would have lain on his stomach. Drew let out a long, low moan. His entire torso felt on fire. It didn’t stop his cock from waving in excitement, though. His Master clasped the rod and squeezed, eliciting another moan from Drew.

  “I’ll get to this eventually,” the Dom promised before he let go. With efficient moves that barely registered in Drew’s foggy mind, he secured Drew’s wrist to another set of cuffs, leaving his arms pulled out to the sides. “Look at me.”

  Drew’s eyes had narrowed almost shut, but at the sharp command they popped open. He turned slightly to get a better of view of his Master. With his coat off, the other man’s physique was on display. Leanly muscled arms, a hairless chest and almost delicate six-pack abs. Luc was beautiful. It was as plain as that, although the guy was also the most exotic man he had ever been with. God, he wanted to touch all that smooth flesh. His fingers flexed at the notion, an action not lost on his Master.

  Luc smiled. “Like what you see? I’m glad because I like what I see, too. It’s time for you to see all of what you have.” With slow and deliberate movements, the man yanked off his boots, stripped off his socks and unbuttoned his pants. His gaze never left Drew’s as he tugged the waistband down, down past a fully aroused cock that was as long and slender as the rest of the man. It curved slightly back towards his body in an interesting bow shape. Darker balls were pulled up tight between corded thighs. Drew licked his lips at the thought of tasting the hard flesh.

  Luc’s smile broadened. “Now the fun begins in earnest.”

  Chapter Three

  Luc stood beside the platform and idly played with his cock. He slowly slid his foreskin up and over the tip before sliding it down again. His gaze stayed locked on Drew’s face as he did so. He watched as the other man followed his movements, a hungry look in his eyes. A tongue furtively darted out to lick lips before retreating back inside what was undoubtedly a warm, moist mouth. Luc hummed with desire and curiosity. How much pleasure would there be to give chase with his cock? He intended to find out.

  He grabbed a condom and rolled it on to his erection with practiced ease. Then he picked up two nipple clamps, joined by a chain, before hiking his body onto the platform. He straddled Drew’s waist, resting his weight on his heels. His body was still low enough for his balls to brush the top of his sub’
s cock. At the first instance of contact, the other man thrust his hips up. Luc smacked the hard flesh jutting up and tsked.

  “I didn’t tell you to move. Lie still.”

  Drew grunted and closed his eyes. His hands balled into tight fists, but the rest of him remained unmoving. The strain in obeying this particular order was obvious from the expression he wore. Luc realised he needed to distract his sub quickly, so, without warning, he fastened one of the clips to Drew’s left nipple. Drew grunted again, and did so once more when Luc snapped the other clip into place. Luc tugged on the chain connecting the clamps until his sub yelled. A burst of pleasure ripped through Luc and made his cock pulse with need.

  Sliding up Drew’s body, he ordered, “Open your mouth for me, precious.”

  * * * *

  Drew parted his lips in a wide yawn, knowing what was coming even with his eyes shut. The blunt tip of his Master’s cock eased inside, filling his mouth with the bitter taste of a condom. He didn’t mind, however. It meant the Dom was taking good care of him, as promised. Depressing his tongue and relaxing his throat, he savoured the feel of the hard length slowly filling him. It stopped when it was in far enough to tickle the back of his throat. Drew took a deep breath through his nose, fought the gag reflex. After a few seconds, Luc’s cock retreated. Drew pursed his lips around it and sucked to keep it in.

  “Mmm,” his Master moaned above him. “Very nice.”

  The cock pulled out as far as the ridge beneath the head, then slid back in, deeper this time. It pushed past the first point, down into his throat. Try as he might, Drew couldn’t keep from choking. He bucked against the invasion. The cock eased back a fraction, and Luc caressed the sides of his neck.