Tobias nodded quickly, and it looked like he was blushing. “During my travels I was introduced to bondage and sado-masochism. There was a succubus who was a submissive and he taught me how to control others, and through the control in the dungeon, I was able to control my magic better. It started as an exercise to improve my skills as a mage and turned into something I rather enjoy.”
Simon wasn’t sure which part of that to comment on first. The succubus? The fact that Tobias’ skills had improved?
“You’re gay?” he blurted out, tactful as always.
Tobias cocked an eyebrow at him. “I just told you I find it sexually gratifying to tie up men and sodomise them, and you’re focusing on a fact that I thought was common knowledge?”
Simon’s brain was whirring faster than it ever had. Tobias was gay. He had a dungeon. The shy, scrawny kid was now a Dominant. And he wanted said Dominant to have his way with him.
“How could anyone know you were gay?” he asked, trying to keep his voice level. “You weren’t ever seen with anyone.”
“Not like you,” Tobias quipped. “You had more boyfriends than Arsenal United has had losses.”
“Hey, I wasn’t that much of a tart,” he protested.
“Well, you’re certainly not innocent.”
Simon felt acutely embarrassed, and in true Moonspell fashion, when he was embarrassed he lashed out.
“Who the Hell do you think you are to comment on that? You’re quite right I’m not innocent and I’d never pretend to be. You wear those Victorian clothes like you’re the epitome of class when you have a bloody sex dungeon in your house!”
Tobias’ fists clenched at his sides. “I should have known better than to tell you anything. You’ve never changed; still a bully who has to tear people down to feel better about himself.”
“At least I don’t hide who I am like I’m ashamed!” Simon shot back.
“I am not ashamed,” Tobias said, his voice deadly quiet. “I don’t need to parade myself around to get attention is all.”
“Oh piss off, Bloodworth! So what if I like attention? Some people aren’t creepy loners like you.”
“I don’t have to take your shit anymore,” Tobias said, snapping the book he’d been reading shut. “I am not a child, and I no longer permit anyone to speak to me like this.”
“Yeah?” Simon taunted. “What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m going to shut you up once and for all.” Tobias grabbed Simon by the lapels and Simon wondered if he wasn’t going to die right then and there when Tobias yanked him close and violently crushed his lips to Simon’s.
Simon felt his whole body stiffen up in shock, and the flame in his chest was brightening like a star. Tobias’ hands moved from his lapels and one came around his head, gripping his light brown curls, and the other ventured low on his back.
Simon heard himself whimper as his arms came around Tobias’ neck, leaving no room between them. Through the whimper, Tobias took the opportunity to slip his tongue between Simon’s lips.
It was the best kiss he’d ever received, and the most brutal. Tobias plundered his mouth, asserting his dominance clearly and quickly. And Simon was happy to submit, something he had never envisioned for himself.
Simon gasped for breath and Tobias dragged his teeth along his lower lip. He pierced the skin and Simon moaned, feeling his hot blood drip down his chin.
“Fuck,” Simon whispered as Tobias pulled away. The taller man was glaring down at him with such an intensity, Simon felt emotionally naked.
“Do you want this, Moonspell?” he asked, his voice a raspy whisper. “Because I will not go easy on you, nor should you expect any mercy.”
“Are we talking about sex or murder?” Simon asked, but his heart wasn’t in the snippy comment. “Yes, yes I want this. God, I wanted you for the past three days so fucking take me before I explode.”
Simon’s heart was in his throat and beating a million miles an hour as Tobias yanked on the collar of his shirt, tearing buttons and sending them clattering on the floor. He latched his teeth into Simon’s neck, biting deep. His tongue followed his teeth, soothing where he bit as one hand came to rest and explore Simon’s chest.
“I can feel it,” he whispered. “So warm…”
Simon let out a deep groan as Tobias began to play with one of his nipples, sending shockwaves down his spine.
“You wanted to know what I hid behind that door? You’re about to find out first-hand. Just remember that you begged for it.”
He gave Simon a shove toward the door and they barely kept their hands off each other as they made their way down the corridor to the warded dungeon door. Tobias quickly undid the wards and the door swung inward, unleashing a rush of cool, damp air and the sweet smell of incense.
Simon was suddenly apprehensive as he began his descent down the stone stairs. He knew a little about BDSM, but some of it was far too intense for him.
He kept quiet about his apprehensions as they entered the dungeon. Tobias snapped his fingers and it became alight with fire as the torches on the wall lit up, revealing a room about as large as an entire flat. The largest item in the room was a king-sized bed with metal posts. Attached to the posts were leather restraints to leave a submissive spread-eagled atop its silken covers.
Along one wall was shelving and pegs, displaying a large collection of sex toys. Dildos, whips, gags, hoods, floggers, and a good many other things that Simon couldn’t name if he tried.
The other wall had metal shackles and a large wooden X. There was a leather seat that looked like one could kneel upon it, with an elbow rest. The bottom had cuffs to secure the ankles to the metal framework.
“Overwhelmed?” Tobias asked, coming up to press behind Simon. He could feel Tobias’ erection pressing against the small of his back, hard and demanding.
Simon nodded. “I don’t know about any of this.”
“Then allow me to teach you. There are simple rules down here. One of them being you will address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’. Number two, you must obey my every command, unless you choose to use your safe word. Note that abuse of the safe word will result in your expulsion from this room and my life. I will not allow you to play me, Moonspell.
“In this room, your control will vanish, and it will be up to me to ensure your pleasure through whatever means I find fitting. In short, while we are down here, you will bow to my will. Understood?”
Simon’s palms were sweating, and his cock was pulsing in his pants. “Yes.”
Suddenly his arse was stinging. Tobias had slapped him!
“Yes, what, slave?” he growled.
“Yes, Sir,” Simon said, remembering the rules he had just been taught.
“Good boy.” Tobias walked around him and surveyed the room. “The first thing we have to do is whip that attitude out of you. I won’t go too far. You need time to acclimate to the true severity of which I am capable. Now, what shall your safe word be?”
Simon paused to think. His brain was a mix of lust and fear, clouding his ability to think straight. “Um … Thornhill. Because if I must think about him, there’s a really big problem.”
“True.” Tobias smirked. “Now strip.”
Ah, now there was a command Simon could comply with. “Yes, Sir,” he said. His hands found the part of his shirt that Tobias hadn’t ripped, and he finished unbuttoning it with slow deliberation, shimmying it down his arms and tossing it aside. He glanced up from under his lashes to see Tobias standing stock still, dark eyes hungrily eyeing him up. Good. He had his kind of torture, and Simon had his.
He moved his hands slowly down his body, ending at the waistband of his pants. He undid the buttons at the fly and slowly slid them down his slim hips, kicking them and his boots away at once. He turned a little, letting Tobias admire his figure, before he removed his underwear as well, revealing his swollen cock to his almost-lover for the first time.
“That was quite a display,” Tobias drawled, stepping c
loser. “Full of the vanity and arrogance you’ve displayed your whole life. I asked you to take off your clothes, not put on a show, slave.”
Simon’s cheeks heated. “I apologise, Sir.” Was this supposed to be humiliating, being called a slave and having to call him ‘Sir’? If it was, it was certainly working.
“Oh, you will be sorry, I assure you. Now, go kneel on the bench there.”
Simon nodded and went to do as he had been asked. It wasn’t uncomfortable, which was good. He’d half expected spikes to come out of it at his touch. As soon as he was settled, he felt the ankle cuffs attach themselves and he jumped.
Tobias’ warm hand was on the middle of his back. “Do not be alarmed. I may hurt you, but I will never harm you.”
Simon immediately understood the distinction between ‘hurt’ and ‘harm’ and appreciated that he would stop this display and tell him that.
“Now, you have a lot to answer for. You remember, I have never been avenged for your childhood wrongs against me.” Tobias moved away, but Simon couldn’t stretch his neck far enough to see, so he had to sit blindly for a few moments and wonder what he was going to do to him. In this position, he was nearly helpless and vulnerable. He’d been a top and a bottom, but never had he been naked and exposed with his arse in the air, all his vulnerable bits on display like a wanton whore. The knowledge that he was at Tobias’ mercy both disgusted and excited him.
Footsteps approached and again that warm hand was caressing his back. Tobias’ touch was so delicate, but Simon knew he could be rough, and was about to experience that first-hand.
“You tormented me from age ten till eighteen,” Tobias said. “Eight years. I can’t justify the abuse I suffered with only eight strokes, and yet to count one for every transgression would prove to put you in the hospital.”
Strokes? Simon wondered, too afraid to speak aloud.
“How does twenty sound to you?” Tobias asked. “Do you think twenty strokes will suffice for now?”
“How — whatever you see fit, Sir,” Simon replied. He had almost snapped, “How should I know?” but had thought better of it at the last minute.
“Good boy.”
There was a beat of total silence and then Simon heard the first blow before he felt it, the thwacking sound of leather smacking against flesh. Tobias was whipping him! The sting came afterwards, a long line of pain along his right bum cheek.
He let out a strained gasp, his voice momentarily vanishing.
“Count, slave,” Tobias said. “After each stroke. And if you miscount, I will start over from the beginning.
“Yes, Sir. …One.”
Another hit with the whip, this time on the opposite cheek. This one was a little more forceful than the first, but since Simon knew it was coming, it wasn’t as bad.
The third one came higher on his back, along the base of the spine. He arched his back, hissing from the pain, but still he remembered to count aloud.
Tobias kept going, the first ten strokes landing on his lower back and arse cheeks, each one a little rougher than before. Simon found the initial pain and residual burning sensation was sort of pleasant. It reminded him ever so slightly of the first penetration in sex, the sharp pain followed by the pleasant burn.
Tobias paused after the tenth stroke. “How does it feel, slave?”
“It — it feels strange, Sir,” Simon replied.
Instead of answering with words, the whip came down for the eleventh time, this time at the bottom of his cheeks, where they met his thighs. The pain was so sharp down there he let out an involuntary yelp.
“E-eleven.”
He felt Tobias’ free hand knead at one cheek, pulling it away from the other to spread him open even more. Simon’s body knew what was going to happen even before his mind did and his hole clenched up as the whip came down on it. The sharp sting travelled low into his gut, stirring his cock as his skin was burning with pain.
The thirteenth stroke hit his bollocks and then he did scream out as tears sprang into his eyes from the sting. Even as his mind was repulsed by the pain, by the humiliation, and by the viciousness, his body craved more. His cock twitched, a drop of precum leaking from the tip. Apparently, his body knew what a painslut he was, even as his mind refused to accept that he was aroused by the pain.
By the time the twenty strokes had been administered, his lower back and arse were on fire with pain, a feeling that was only a bit sharper than what was in his chest, and his cock was weeping, an angry red colour. It had been denied attention for far too long.
“What do you have to say now, slave?” Tobias asked as his warm hands kneaded over the whipped areas, slightly soothing the pain.
What am I supposed to say? Simon wondered. “Thank you, Sir. I deserved it.” Please let that be right!
Tobias made an appreciative noise low in his throat and began to walk around the bench. “Good boy. You’re a quick study.” He stepped in front of Simon, and his clothed erection was level with the mage’s face. “I see someone enjoyed their punishment.”
He moved his boot and just barely brushed the polished leather against the leaking tip. Simon moaned, trying to arch his hips to get more friction.
“Ah-ah-ah,” Tobias said, wagging his finger as if Simon was a naughty child. “This bench was designed for anyone seated there to be denied any friction whatsoever. You will only come when I say you can. You begged for me to take you once already. You’ll have to beg more before I will even entertain the idea of giving you relief.”
Tobias’ hands went to his fly, unbuttoning the row of buttons there and pushing them down a little. His cock was freed, standing at attention and just as desperate to come as Simon’s was, judging by how red the tip was. His shaft was about ten inches long and maybe three inches thick.
“Open wide, slut.”
Oh, now I’m a slut? Simon thought.
Tobias grabbed him by his long curls and held his head at the proper angle, pulling tightly. Simon opened his mouth and Tobias inserted the tip.
“Suck.”
Ah, now this I can do, Simon thought. As good of a mage as he was, he was sure he was just as good at sucking cock, though there was no way of measuring that accomplishment publicly. See if he’s still insulting me when I’m done.
Tobias tasted salty sweet, his cock heavy on Simon’s tongue as he laved the thick vein on the underside before sucking hard on the head.
Tobias grunted. “You like that, don’t you? If I’d known I could shut you up this easily, I would’ve shoved my cock down your throat much sooner.”
Simon sucked harder, and Tobias began to thrust his hips, sending more of his length into Simon’s mouth. Simon swallowed around the intrusion, still sucking even as drool began to drip from his mouth trying to accommodate too much at once.
“That’s it. Choke on it,” Tobias said, thrusting deeper.
Simon tried to relax his throat muscles as the tip hit the back of his tonsils. His gag reflex began to activate, but he tamped it down, swallowing more around his cock. Tears sprang into his eyes again from being choked and he lowered his eyes, so Tobias wouldn’t see.
It didn’t work, however. Tobias yanked on Simon’s hair, tilting his head back up. “Look at me while you suck my cock, slut. …There’s a good boy. I wish there was a camera here, so I could preserve this moment. The proud Moonspell heir, crying and choking around my dick like a common whore and liking it.”
The worst part was he did like it. His cock was practically screaming for release. If this went on much longer, the cock in his mouth, the warm hands in his hair, and that dark voice intoning such wicked words, there was a chance Simon was going to come untouched. And he couldn’t stand the embarrassment if that were to happen.
Suddenly, Tobias wrenched his cock from his mouth, and it came out with an obscene popping sound. Simon whined a little, wanting to taste him.
“Another time. I still need to plunder you,” Tobias said, seeming to read Simon’s mind. He snapped his
fingers and the ankle cuffs undid themselves.
Simon stood up slowly, making sure he was steady after being on his knees for so long. Tobias watched him with a knowing smirk on his face. He was fully clothed except for where his erection jutted from his hips.
“May I make a small request, Sir?” Simon asked quietly.
“You may, since this is your first time in my dungeon.”
“I … I want to see you. Please, Sir. All of you.”
Tobias expression seemed to soften for a moment before the cold, cruel, calculating look was back on his face. “I believe I can make that happen. Get on the bed, on your back. It might burn a bit.”
And you take pleasure in that, don’t you, you wanker? Simon thought as he approached the bed. It was surprisingly soft, the comforter goose down and the sheets satin. It seemed unusually opulent for a bondage dungeon.
“I am sure you’re wondering, but a hard, plain mattress or wooden board like you might see in human pornography is Hell on the back. I like my subs able to walk when I’m done with them … just not sit.” Tobias’ eyes gleamed wickedly.
Simon laid down, head propped up on the pillows. Despite the bed’s softness, his abused arse burned viciously with every little movement.
“Arms and legs out.”
He complied, and the manacles attached themselves with magic, just like the ones on the bench did. It was tight enough, so he couldn’t escape, but not so tight as he’d have his circulation cut off. There was a little give in the ones attached to his legs, so he could move them up and down, but not outwards.
Tobias stood at the foot of the bed and began to remove his shirt, not as slowly as Simon had, but enough to put on a show of his own. His skin was pale, but it glowed in the faint torchlight. Simon noticed a few small scars on his ribs, and one on his chest. He wondered where they’d come from.
“Enjoying the show?” Tobias asked, slipping his trousers and pants down to the floor, leaving himself shamelessly bare, red cock standing at attention against his stomach.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Too bad.” He reached into the small nightstand on the side of the bed and pulled out what looked like a black scarf.
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