One Night in a Dungeon

by Samantha Cayto

  “Easy, boy. You’re not used to being face-fucked, are you? But you’ve been the one to do the fucking, I’m sure. So do what you know you should to take me all the way in. Relax and breathe through your nose, nice and steady. You can do this for me.”

  Drew did as commanded, willing himself to relax. He concentrated on the soothing tone of his Master’s voice, the gentle touch of his fingers. Gradually he took more of the rod as Luc slowly pistoned it inside his mouth. Drew gagged a few more times; he couldn’t help it. His body heaved and his arms yanked at their restraints. His mouth tried to expel the hard flesh that invaded and choked him. Each time, his Master held him in place but paused to give him a chance to adjust before the thrusting began again. Finally, he took the cock all the way down into his throat. His lip pressed against the hard flesh of Luc’s torso and his Master’s balls tickled his chin. He kept his body still and focused on the rare feast of another man’s cock. He licked and sucked with more vigour, intent on making his Master come. But the face-fucking stopped suddenly, and a hard slap to his cheek made his eyes water.

  “I didn’t tell you to get me off, precious. Surely you didn’t intend to deny me the pleasure of your sweet ass, did you?”

  The words washed over Drew, electrifying him. His skin tingled with heightened desire. His asshole clenched in anticipation of the invasion that had been so long in coming. He couldn’t control the thrust of his hips into the air. Luc tried to yank his cock out of Drew’s mouth. Drew fought instinctively to keep in that which he had, moments earlier, tried to force out. He clamped down with his lips and sucked hard.

  Agony shot up from his nipple as his Master twisted the clamp. His mouth popped open on a yell, and Luc’s cock slid out. He missed it the moment the bulbous head left him. With his eyes closed, he couldn’t see what his Master was doing, but excruciating pain shot through his chest as the clamps on his nipples were twisted again. He howled in protest even as his arousal shot up.

  “You need more discipline,” his Master admonished. “For now, I find I must get inside your ass.”

  Drew smiled at his Master’s obvious need. Tied down, his back inflamed from the recent beating, his throat aching from the fucking, his nipples sore from the abuse, helpless to stop this other man from doing what he wanted, he had never felt so powerful, so enraptured, so free.

  * * * *

  Luc got off the other man and leaned over to grab the lube. He kept his sights on his sub’s face. The blissful look told him all he needed to know—Captain Drew Atkins had truly come home. This was how the man was always meant to be, dominated and disciplined. A shudder ran through Luc. He had to take a few deep breaths to tamp down his arousal, to steady his hands. He was literally shaking with anticipation. It had been a very long time since he had been in a scene this fresh and exciting. They had hardly played at all, yet it had been among the most satisfying experiences of his sex life. He liked this man, he realised. He wanted him with a depth of need he had not known for years.

  He needed to slow down, though. Drew was trusting him to take good care of his body, and he hadn’t been fucked in years. “Raise your knees,” Luc ordered, in a voice not quite as calm as he would have liked.

  Drew complied immediately, which brought another smile to Luc’s lips. His sub really was good at following commands. He slid over to kneel between Drew’s legs and pushed up on the underside of his thighs.

  “Bring your knees to your chest.”

  Again, compliance was instantaneous, and, given his excellent physical shape, his sub didn’t seem to need any help keeping his legs in that position. It freed Luc to play with the more interesting parts.

  Drew’s cock had remained hard throughout their play, his balls pulled tight against his body. Luc fondled the dark sac with his free hand, rolled the globes between fingers and thumb. When his sub wiggled his ass a bit in response, Luc squeezed hard in admonishment. He heard the groan from Drew’s lips, saw his cock jerk and felt his own desire kick up yet another notch. If he didn’t get his dick inside this man’s ass soon, his own head might explode.

  He opened the lube and pressed a generous dollop onto the first two fingers of his right hand. Targeting the dusky hole beneath the balls, he slid both of them in with slow, firm pressure. He found little resistance, having gauged correctly from his previous foray that, while his ass hadn’t been used recently, Drew had not forgotten how to welcome someone in.

  His sub’s breath hitched, but he otherwise remained compliant. After a few strokes, Luc decided they were both ready for the real show. He pulled his fingers out, slathered lube on his still hard and covered cock, and lined his body up with Drew’s.

  “Open your eyes, precious. I want to see the look in them when I enter you.”

  Drew’s eyelashes fluttered a bit before he complied. His eyes were slightly glazed with arousal. They held Luc’s gaze, though, as Luc pressed the tip of his cock against Drew’s asshole and slid inch by inch inside the tight heat. His sub gave a small gasp that morphed into a long groan. Luc’s voice joined him. The pleasure was that intense. Moist walls gripped his dick, holding it in a vice so strong, he couldn’t hold back. He shoved harder to seat his sub to the hilt, and stopped to catch his breath and check on how the other man was doing. Drew’s head and eyes were rolled back.

  “Are you all right?” It took great effort to spit the question out. His body screamed at him to keep going, to pull back and thrust and thrust again, as hard and as fast as he could. With his hands clamped on to Drew’s thighs, he fought for control. “Drew?” His tone was sharp with need.

  “Fuck. Me. Please, sir,” his sub begged in a broken voice.

  The tone gave Luc permission to snap. He jerked his hips back until the tip of his cock rested just inside Drew’s ass, then bucked forward again. Wrapping his arms around Drew’s thighs, he levered the other man up to make their bodies more flush. He set a fast pace, fucking his sub as if they were old lovers, not new. The exquisite pleasure built up inside his balls and fought to escape. He kept his eyes open to watch his sub absorb the thrusts. The other man’s head jerked back and his fists clenched in rhythm with the assault. His breath came in short pants. And, all throughout, Drew’s rigid cock proclaimed how much he loved being fucked.

  Luc was close to coming. He wanted to close his eyes and lose himself in the pleasure, but knew he couldn’t be quite that selfish. Letting go of Drew’s right leg, he shoved his hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around his sub’s bouncing cock. He squeezed and tugged the hard flesh in time with his thrusts. Drew responded with a moan that gained in volume until it turned into a cry. Luc leant forward to yank a clip off one of Drew’s nipples.

  “Fuck!” Drew lifted his head off the bench, a grimace of pleasure and pain etched on his face. Cum shot out of his cock, coating Luc’s fingers, egging him on.

  Luc gripped Drew’s cock harder, jerked him faster, then focused on his own dick. He let go with an orgasm no less intense than what had rocked his sub. With gritted teeth, he shoved deep inside Drew’s body. Cum pulsed out of him, and Luc pounded his hips tightly against the reddened flesh of his sub’s ass, until he felt drained, replete. He collapsed onto Drew and pressed a kiss against the man’s abused nipple before closing his eyes.

  Chapter Four

  It took Drew a few minutes to remember where he was when his eyes finally fluttered open. He was still on the platform, except now his arms were free and he was lying on his side. A hand rested on his head, stroking his hair. His gaze shifted and he saw Luc sitting beside him. They were both still gloriously nude. The other man held a bottle of water up to Drew’s lips.

  “Drink.” It was a command, so Drew obeyed. The water was cold and coated his dry, slightly sore throat.

  “Mmm,” he murmured. “Thanks.”

  Luc set the bottle down and cocked his head, studying Drew’s face. “How do you feel?”

  Rolling his body a bit so he could see the other man more clearly, Drew told hi
m the truth. “Fantastic.”

  Luc smiled in response. “You certainly look more relaxed than you did when I first saw you.”

  Drew sighed and focused on how his body and mind felt. He was more relaxed. He was probably the most relaxed he had been in, Christ, years. It was strange, given how sore he was. “I guess being beaten and fucked agrees with me,” he said with a shrug.

  Luc chuckled. “It certainly does. I had no doubt. I’m glad, for your sake and mine, you finally realised it.”

  Drew shifted his gaze and stared out at nothing in particular. “People always assumed I wanted to be in charge, and I do, out there. I trust my own judgement, and I’m good at what I do. I wanted to get my men home, safe. That was my goal, that’s every commanding officer’s goal. I did it, too, but, God, I was scared I’d fail.” A shudder ran through him, he couldn’t help it.

  But Luc was there, his hand caressing Drew’s head, soothing away the tension that threatened to shove aside the contented buzz of their encounter. “Shh,” he admonished quietly. “There’s nothing to worry about here. I have you.”

  Drew sighed and placed his hand on his Master’s thigh. It was warm, hard, and powerful enough to help thrust a cock deep inside him. As he relived the moment, he let go again. The worry slipped away. “I know.”

  Luc made him take another drink of water. “In your last email to me, you hinted that something in particular happened that made you decide to go through with this. Can you tell me about it?”

  Drew shrugged again. “I guess so, although it’s not pretty and not something anyone wants to hear about.” He hissed when fingers dug into his scalp.

  “That’s you thinking again, isn’t it, precious? Tell me.”

  Drew almost smiled at the order, a weird combination of the gentle and the harsh. And yet it worked. Somehow, thinking and talking about things that worried him was okay here, in the safety of Luc’s control.

  “I was headed out on a multi-day patrol to this town where the Taliban were supposedly gaining a foothold again. I needed a medic. My usual guy was out with some local version of the flu and the only one available was a woman. The military has this crazy-assed rule about women not being assigned to direct combat positions. It’s crazy because the women can handle themselves as well as the men and the battle front is everywhere. The rule is changing somewhat but, at the time, my commanding officer did what they usually do. He pulled some red tape magic and attached her temporarily to my unit. We set out in a two-truck convoy for what was going to be a ten-hour drive.”

  He stopped. He felt the same fear that had pricked him while riding on that long, remote stretch of road where anything could happen to kill his men.

  “It’s okay, I’m here for you,” Luc crooned.

  The sound of that voice alone calmed him down so he could continue. “A few hours away from our destination, the IED went off. It was a trap. We had been lured out on that stretch of road deliberately. The fuckers set it off between the front truck I was riding in and the second one. Both vehicles got hit enough to make us stop. I jumped out, yelling orders for everyone to get out and head to the ditches on the side of the road for cover. Then the shooting started. The medic was riding with me, but, instead of running towards the ditch, she did what medics are supposed to do—she ran towards the wounded.”

  Drew stopped, shook his head at the memory, reached for the bottle of water and took another swig. “The bottom line is, this woman pulled two of my guys to safety, treated their wounds, and covered their bodies with her own when bullets and explosives got too close. She did what she was trained to do, and, at the time, I didn’t think twice about it. I was concentrating on keeping everyone safe. We managed to call in an air strike and lift the wounded out. When the last of my men was aboard the chopper, I turned to thank the medic for her good work. Christ, she must have been no older than twenty. She smiled at me and pitched over into my arms in a dead faint. That was when I realised her back was covered in blood. Her back,” he emphasised, and glanced up at Luc.

  The other man looked down at him, compassion and understanding in his eyes. “Her back—her blood, not someone else’s.”

  Drew nodded. “Right. She’d been hit and kept on doing her job, not saying a fucking thing. As bad as she was, she should have been the first person evacuated out.”

  “Did she live?” Luc asked quietly.

  Drew breathed out in a rush of air. “Yeah, she did. I kept tabs on her, terrified I’d lose her. She wasn’t my ‘man’, but she was my responsibility. It mattered.”

  “And she was a woman. That made it different, didn’t it?”

  “Yeah,” Drew admitted, because he knew he could say anything to this man. He had known the guy for only a short time, and yet Drew knew he could trust Luc. He knew he was safe. “It’s not supposed to matter, her being a woman, but it does. I didn’t sleep well after that.”

  “Caring isn’t a weakness, you know.”

  Drew looked away. “I know.”

  Luc flicked his chin. “Do you? I bet that’s not what they taught you in West Point, or at least that’s not what you learned. To be a leader means to be strong, and strength takes many forms. Being able to soldier on, as it were, even when you’re worried, is a desirable trait. It makes you a better leader.” Pausing, he splayed his hand across Drew’s abdomen. “It takes courage to be a sub, to give yourself over to someone else, especially someone you don’t really know. I admire how you not only accepted your true nature, but acted on it, too. Many people can’t make that leap, and many others can’t go through with it when they try. You impressed me tonight. You delighted me,” he added, in a low, growling tone Drew felt deep in his belly.

  “You impressed me, too,” Drew admitted. “Thank you for taking the time to initiate me.” He paused and looked up at Luc thoughtfully. “I don’t think I’m going to have trouble sleeping tonight.”

  Chuckling, Luc ruffled Drew’s hair and hopped off the platform. “I should hope not, but the night is over, precious.”

  Drew sat up gingerly. “Really?”

  Luc nodded. “It’s almost five in the morning.”

  Drew stared down at his feet, a heaviness building in his chest. He recognised it as disappointment. He didn’t want the night to be over. He didn’t want to have to leave. He shifted his gaze up to Luc’s face. The other man looked back at him, a question in his eyes.

  “Does it have to be over?” Drew asked tentatively.

  They had never discussed anything beyond this one play session. Now that he had experienced the exquisite pleasure of being dominated by another man, he wanted more.

  He wanted Luc.

  The Dom’s face broke into a wide smile. “The club closes by six. Everyone’s starting to pack up. But that doesn’t mean we have to stop. I have a decent dungeon of my own in my apartment—if you’re game.”

  Drew eased off the platform, wobbling a bit on still weak legs, although Luc was there to catch him, to protect him. He stared straight and steady into the other man’s eyes. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” Luc leaned over and took his lips in a sweet kiss. At least, it started that way.

  Drew opened his mouth in invitation and was rewarded for his boldness when Luc slipped his tongue inside. Drew moaned in delight, slanted his head and sucked on the other man’s flesh. When he tried to embrace him, however, his Master grabbed his wrists and yanked his arms behind his back. With a steely, one-handed grip, he held Drew in check. Luc then clasped the back of his head and deepened the kiss. It became hungrier, feral. Luc’s teeth rasped against Drew’s lips. Hardened cocks sprang up, sandwiched between their bodies. A low growl of need rumbled out of Luc’s mouth and into Drew’s. The Dom released Drew’s wrists and spun him around so that his back hit the bench.

  The rough material inflamed Drew’s already tortured skin. His hips jerked at the sensation, the movement sending exquisite pleasure up his cock as he rubbed his hardness against Luc’s. He tried to do it again, but the ot
her man stopped him, grabbing him by the hips. He held Drew still with a punishing grip and broke the kiss.

  “Seems I must have you again sooner than I thought,” he said with laboured breath.

  He let go of Drew’s hips. One hand settled on Drew’s throat, and light pressure kept his head erect, his gaze on his Master. Luc slithered his other hand between their bodies to encircle both their cocks. He squeezed them together and pulled up slowly with a painful grip. Drew’s body trembled with need. He tried again to thrust his body towards his Master, but was held fast.

  “Don’t. Move.” The strain of staying in control was clear from the man’s tone. Knowing he’d had such an effect only heightened Drew’s arousal. “Look into my eyes.” Drew obeyed. “Do you see how much I want you, precious?”

  Drew swallowed hard past Luc’s grip, past his own emotions. “Yes, sir,” he murmured.

  “Don’t stop looking. No matter what, you keep your eyes open and your gaze on me.”

  Drew did as commanded. It was difficult, so difficult to stay still as his Master jerked their cocks, Luc’s hips thrusting with the same rhythm to drive the pleasure faster, higher. The climax built quickly inside Drew. It made his eyes want to droop closed, but he kept them open. He had to obey—that was his job, his duty. He never shirked his duty. He focused on that truth and the pressure building in his balls, exhilarated at his own success and the pleasure he knew was coming—until his Master tested him further by squeezing his throat.

  Drew’s breath became shorter as Luc slowly constricted his air flow. Panic threatened as Drew swallowed convulsively. Instinct screamed at him to grab that hand and pull it away from his neck. He fisted his hands by his sides, straining his body with the effort to not move. His eyes watered as his vision dimmed. The word ‘yellow’ popped into his head. He almost said it. Almost. And yet his cock remained hard, his orgasm continued to climb up from his balls. Pleasure had never been so intense. He bit back the word and focused on his Master’s gaze.