7 = Retribution (2/2)
The first part of the dungeon prompt is below (re-posted for ease of reading) and now followed but the second part. Not as fluffy as my usual stuff, I'm not sure how to rate it. the kink prompt makes it's appearance and everyone there is happy in their own way..
The First Part - Wordcount : 1097
Archie froze in place. The interview had been going well enough, he’d prevaricated a number of answers and outright lied on others. He thought with everything in context he might get an acceptable match.
Lustful Liaisons prided themselves on their successful match records, being promised a discount voucher for the near Pleasures café only sweetened the deal. Just not enough for him to tell them the whole truth.
His interviewer was very professional; smartly suited he could walk into any high powered office and give pointers. He controlled the questions without any wasted time, ticking away at boxes on his written file. Archie watched him move to the computer screen, a perfunctory click and point sent the monitor chirping then with a pursing of lips the man turned back to glare at Archie straight on.
‘Mr Hultman’ School master tones snarled down at him as his interviewer touched something under the desk. ‘I see you are being rather economical with the truth; here at Lustful Liaisons we take such perversity very seriously’ The overhead light caught the mans eyes flashing them purple, he must wear coloured contacts, Archie squirmed in his seat.
A jarring siren blasted out from hidden speakers startling the few people loitering in the shop, other staff members stopped what they were doing to frown at him. Thick curtains pulling abruptly away from a large studded door on the back wall. The door bursting open to reveal two huge muscle bound men. Bare chests gleaming in the bright light and trunk like thighs encased in form fitting leather pants. Both bald, ones skin was unrelenting black the other a light tan but with coal for eyes. Neither spoke. They marched across the silent room, booted feet echoing in the void left by the siren.
Archie panicked when they reached him. Acting in sync wide beefy hands grabbed for his arms, dragging him up out of the chair, his feet leaving the floor.
‘You know what to do with him’ to shocked to protest and in no position to struggle Archie was bundled away under the watchful eyes, taken to the door and marched down dark steps in disgrace. Wavering flames in old fashioned wall sconce lighted the way, heavy treads clanging with metal as Archie was delivered to his punishment deep underground.
The cellar was huge. A cavernous room with hidden corners reeking of sweat. They passed a small barred cell, someone hovered there cowering, shaking, in a distant corner, but they didn’t pause for long enough for Archie to see who.
His belly sunk in fear. Heavy manacles were nailed to the walls, frayed rope coiled over the stone floor. Cries sounded as a man stretched out on a rack had amber liquid poured over his chest, heat turning his flesh rose. Another was released from his alcove, falling forward to his knees at the feet of his controller. A short heavy set man again clothed all in leather, metal reflecting from a nipple and in the wide copper cuffs on both wrists. Military short hair did nothing to soften harsh features, further heightening his prestigious air of command.
Disgust poured from his every pore as he kicked out at the fallen man, indicating for two silent guards to drag him away with a dismissive wave. Archie heard the creak of metal hinges before weighty bars were slammed closed.
Collecting a vicious looking clamp from a selection laid out on a small operating table the man neared Archie. Gaze cutting straight through him as he worked the stubborn clasp to reveal lethal metal teeth. A sob parted his lips and Archie struggled fruitlessly in the iron hold of his guards.
Passing him with a contemptuous snort the man pushed past, Archie yanked out of his path as he rounded on the whimpering man on the rack. He cruelly twisted a taunt nipple, listening to the screams it elicited with a curve of narrow lips. The clamp was snapped shut on the abused flesh then this man too removed whimpering from sight. Limp as he was half carried, half dragged away.
Archie was the only person left to consider.
‘I hear you’ve been a very bad boy Mr Hultman’ the formality was sneering ‘Strip him’ The man watched as his henchmen ripped through Archie’s clothes. With no finesse they ignored buttons and fasteners to tear the material from his body. Hands went over his chest, his legs were kicked apart as the crotch seams were caught and rendered apart. Uncaring hands made light work of his underclothes leaving him to shiver, fully exposed to that gimlet eye.
‘I’m going to have fun with you’ threatened his captor walking a slow circle around him, the men keeping him from covering any of his vulnerable bared skin. An unknown signal had them fall back, bracketing the wall arch as the man pulled on long black rubber gloves, snapping them in place before touching Archie.
The covered hand travelled his body. Parting and pinching his buttocks, then angling his head. His lips were parted with a pinch to his jaw and a thick finger filled his mouth rubbing over his tongue and teeth. His cock was lifted so his balls could be weighed and squeezed in a thorough, impersonal inspection.
‘Come’ it was an order to be obeyed. Archie followed him, shaking, to a large object draped in a stained sheet. ‘Uncover it’ Fumbling in his haste Archie plucked at the sheet dragging it to the ground ‘Fold it’ He stopped folding when his frantic mind took in what was revealed. A stocks. Wooden board with arm holes, another lower plank fixed behind it and a post supporting a choice of studded flails.
A push had him careering to his knees. His guards returned, lifting him clear from the ground. Archie was thrown over the lower plank, body bending as his hands were stretched out, pushed through the restraints and locked. His chin fell to rest in the curved indent on top. The lower beam was at his hips holding him up, body bent, arse to the sky. He felt booted feet part his legs and cold metal clasped his ankles.
He was pinned in place, unable to do anything when a rubber clad hand smacked down on his arse, three times in rapid succession. Sharp stinging blows, the force rocking him, rubbing him against the wooden stocks. Three times.
‘Welcome to my place little mouse’ was whispered into his ear ‘Safe word Cheese’ Archie gave an illicit shudder, wondering how long he’d be allowed to stay.
The Second Part - Wordcount : 2747
He was left there, hanging in the stocks cool air permeating his body. Noises filtered through grids in the wall, sharp cries, whimpers and pleading followed by the sound of hard slaps on bare skin. Odd commands snarled and men reaching throaty completion. Archie was ignored.
The shorter man was the clear authority. Everyone obeyed him. He ordered about men twice his size and they rushed to do his bidding, he didn’t have to raise his voice to get what he wanted and most often spoke in a whisper. He didn’t even need to speak. One nod or flick of a wrist would have people running, a single word directing the show. Archie eyed him hungrily but was ignored.
A number of people passed through the dungeon. Leather clad men stopping to select whips and batons. Strange tools were held up to flame and considered. Occasionally a cowering form would accompany them, crawling at their feet, asking nicely to be spanked or fucked, begging for attention. Out of sight Archie heard them get their wishes, sharp breath and moans answering a rhythmic bang. Archie was ignored.
Cramp was setting in when one of his guards from before entered the room. At first he expected to be freed, dragged back upstairs to stand naked in the bright tasteful office. Jeers hounding him as he was ceremoniously kicked out the door; bare buttocks hitting the cracked asphalt and face diving to the filth flooded gutter. He didn’t look his way. Archie was still ignored.
Lightly tanned skin gleamed like warm caramel, shining with some type of oil, flowing over heavy muscles and sinking into the skin-tight black leather of his pants. A red silk kerchief, tied loosely to one belt hook was the only flash of colour. Blood red against his hip. Ignoring Archie he adjusted things in the far corner of the room before collecting a heavy bunch of dungeon keys off a nail and jangling them ominously as he crossed the floor.
He returned very quickly so could not have gone far, a pale body slung over one broad shoulder. The boy was thrown to the ground and knelt there looking reverently up at his captor. He must be early twenties so hardly a child, but looked tiny in comparison to the hulking man standing over him. Angry red lash marks travelled over the length of his pale back and he was completely nude, fully erect. Archie tried to pull a hand out of the stocks holding him, but was locked down tight, a captive audience.
‘Hands’
‘You permit?’
‘I demand’
Shaking with excitement pale hands rose to quickly unfasten leather ties. Eerie pale on the dark pants, they quickly freed the guards jutting cock, massaging it with a slick scented oil.
‘Enough’
‘Master?’
A black square was flicked at him, with seemingly more meaning than the obvious. The boy scrambled for it, gasping when he recovered it, eagerly ripping the packet open and on a nod placing the special condom. Stretching it over the bulbous head then rubbing it up over the length of the guards hard erection.
Anticipation grew heavy on the air, Archie himself was achingly hard but unable to do anything about it. Unused and forgotten. Now forced to watch another receive the attentions that he craved.
‘Mouth’
‘You permit?
‘Lick it’
The boy opened his mouth wide, leaning forward so the latex covered cock could slide onto his waiting tongue. Archie saw every flex of the guards arse as he rolled his hips forward, skin-tight leather moulding to his muscles. In and out, in and out. The boy knelt still as the cock head rubbed over his tongue. Eyes fixed and staring.
‘Suck’
The boy’s eyes fell shut as his lips closed over the thick cock, humming as he swallowing it down. The guard turned angry, he caught the boy in a brutal grip by his hair, dragging him to his feet eliciting a pained cry.
‘Did you ask permission brat?’
‘No, no master’
‘Get the crop’
‘You..?’
‘NOW’
He rushed to the wall fumbling as he sought after a riding crop. He crawled on his knees back to his master presenting it to him on opened palms, eyes not rising from the floor. It was accepted and stroked lovingly.
‘Arse or hands?’ the boy held still waiting.
‘Well?’
‘Whatever my master prefers’
‘Correct’ the crop came down over the outstretched hands with little force, almost a caress.
‘Arse’ The boy scrambled round on hands and knees presenting his arse to the cane. He was given three stinging blows, his buttocks reddening from the pressure. Archie’s eyes rolled back in his head.
‘Now suck’
‘You permit?’
‘You question?’ he shook his head frantically and opened his mouth wide, eyes flickering up to his master for approval. He was rewarded with a mouthful of meaty cock pushing straight to the back of his throat, stopping just short of choking him. Archie’s whimper was drowned out in the guard’s pleased hum. He used the boy’s hair to tug him back and fore, slowly but deeply fucking his mouth.
The other guard appeared on the third pull over spit slicked lips. A sudden blast of heat shooting through the room as the he materialised close to his colleague. He looked down at the show, white teeth gleaming in his dark face as watched his fellow guard continue to feed the boy his cock.
‘Ebony’
‘Thought it got warm there Coal’
‘Fancy warmer?’
He nodded slow and turned to drag a mesh table forward. Coal pulled his cock from the sucking mouth with an obscene wet plop, pushing the boy back with a hand to his face. The other guard Ebony lifted him to his feet. His feet left the floor he was so much slighter than the other two, a puppet hanging loose for their command and pleasure.
Coal untied the red silk kerchief from his trousers holding it out to him. Once he’d regained his feet he took hold of it careful to thank the man.
‘Tie it up’ He risked a look up and Ebony slapped him, large bare hand hitting the young boys butt hard enough to make him stumble.
‘Obey the man’
‘Yes Master Ebony’
The boy pulled the silk cloth out then looped it around his own leaking erection, holding only the soft fabric he lifted it to the root of his cock twisting the ends in a light knot.
‘Tighter’ he pulled the knot firm.
‘Tighter’ the other guard demanded and he winced as he obeyed.
‘Good boy’ Coal ran a dark hand gently down his back and he undulated, preening at the gesture. Ebony was harsher;
‘Saddle up bitch’
Archie watched as the boy climbed onto the table, there were metal stirrups either side and he positioned himself on his stomach. His legs were stretched wide, held open by the metal contraption.
As he watched Coal stooped, reaching a hand to tug the red clad member through a hole in the table, Ebony walking to the head of it, running fingers through the boys hair.
‘Arse’ Coal was back to monosyllables. The boy buried his face in the table, hands going behind to part his raised arse cheeks, everything on display for the man behind. And for Archie, squirming in the stocks behind them.
It was too much watching a thick finger rub oil into that tight arse, Archie nearly wept with the pain of it when Coal lined up his long thick cock, pushing in in one smooth fast thrust. Stretching the boy before him impossibly wide and jerking him forward with the force from his hips. The boys own cock rubbing in the hole of the table.
Ebony gave a deep groan. Throwing his head back he stood at the head of the table back arching and eyes closed in a picture of bliss.
‘Feel good Eb?’
‘Hell yes’
‘Little brat is tight, aren’t you brat?’
‘Yes’
‘What’s that?’
‘I have a tight arse’
‘You like me stretching you wide, don’t you brat?’
‘Yes’
‘Yes what?’
‘I like it, I like your big cock taking me hard’
‘Like who?’
‘Master. I like my master’s big fat cock taking me hard’
‘Gonna split you open brat’
The boy gave a desperate cry, tears running down his face as he was fucked hard into the table, but they weren’t finished with him yet.
‘Ebony’ It took two calls to get the man’s full attention.
‘Brat’s hungry, aren’t you brat?’
‘Yes’
‘Ask him nicely’
‘Master Ebony, please feed me your cock’
‘What’s that?’
‘Please Master Ebony, I want, let me suck your cock’ every word was punctuated with a hard thrust behind. Ebony gave the bulge in his pants a squeeze, slowly undoing the ties, the boy’s eyes devouring him as he freed his huge cock.
Archie startled when he felt a hand clamp down on his erection. Unable to see the perpetrator he squirmed, forcing his member through the tight ring made by fingers and thumb, the hand not moving to help him. Limited in his movements he rode it out, eyes following the fight of two thick black cocks taking the smaller, paler body, marking him theirs. It was a dramatic study in monochrome.
They pulled out at the same time. The boy sobbing as his mouth was freed, desperately trying to hold on, to keep them deep in his body. The hand tightened around Archie’s cock, starting a torturously slow glide. Lack of oil giving a teasing pain as the dry calloused hand drove him closer to release even as he witnessed the guards spill milky seed over their needy pet.
They pulled their playmate to his feet Ebony supporting him as his legs wobbled beneath him.
‘You’re a good fuck brat’
‘Thank you Master Coal’
‘You got a pretty mouth bitch’
‘Thank you Master Ebony’
The red silk scarf was removed and one pull had the boy spilling his seed to the floor. Archie’s own surrender followed it and the hand disappeared. The dungeon master appearing by his right shoulder, leaning casually against the stocks while the other men finished off.
Gentle now they wiped their playmate clean, using the silk to take the mixed cum and sweat from his limbs. Ebony hoisted him up cradling him like a treasured possession. White skin stark against midnight flesh.
‘You’ve been a good little bitch, we’ll do something nice for you tomorrow’
‘More cock?’ He and the other tall man laughed.
‘If you’re very good’
Coal paused as the three made their way past the stocks acknowledging his boss then stuffing the red silk scarf into Archie’s mouth. The dungeon master let them go.
He raised a gloved hand to show Archie the evidence of his own loins release.
‘You weren’t told to cum’ he observed casually as though something of minor importance. He held his hand out and a masked figure crawled over to lick the rubber glove clean ‘and the floor’ nodding eagerly the person bent to do his bidding, chains leading from pierced nipples to form a leash that dragged the floor behind him.
The man watched a moment then turned to Archie.
‘I’m going to have to punish you hard my little mouse’ he seemed tired at the thought almost regretful ‘Been a long day, got a lot of tensions to release’ He pulled a nasty looking leather whip from the pillar beside them, giving it a testing swish against the stone floor. Archie mumbled on the silk gag. ‘shush little mousey if you’re going to tell lies we’d rather you quiet. Rub that silk to much and my friends will come back for a turn’
Archie groaned picturing those thick black cocks and imagining what they would feel like. He swallowed on reflex and tasted the salt of their combined cum on the scarf. He sucked it harder.
‘Naughty mouse’ he heard a pleasant chuckle that didn’t belong in a dungeon ‘If you’re that hungry you should ask for Cheese. Want some Cheese little mousey?’ Archie shook his head roughly getting another warm chuckle.
‘But you don’t like pain little mousey, you said so. You don’t like humiliation, giving up control. Doing everything another man says, being ridden hard and only cum when he allows you to. You’re going to hate your time with me. Hate it with a passion!’
‘This is my world little mouse, Madison’s lair. You going to beg for cheese little mousey?’
Archie shook his head sharply, mouth still full of red silk. Madison caught the end of it pulling it slowly free and draping it over a wooden pillar.
‘Gags wont do, I’m going to hear you scream and beg, you do admit you lied Archie?’
‘Yes’
‘Yes what?’
‘Yes Master’
‘You’re going to scream good’
The whip slashed through the air and Archie tensed to the core as air sliced his body, the whip harmlessly hitting the floor, tip flicking up to kiss his ankle. Madison pulled the leather strands over his exposed arse, rubbing the hard handle up his cleft. Then brought the whip down in a bare tap. Archie squirmed and begged, listening to the whip sail through the air building momentum before hitting anywhere but his body. When it did he was torn between the sharp stinging pain and relief. Almost came on the confusion.
‘So you don’t like pain little mouse? Want a nice safe match do you?’
‘yes, no, Master?’
‘Want me to free you, so you can go pick flowers?’
‘No master, please no’
‘Want to stay here, accept your punishment?’
‘Yes master’
‘You’ve been bad’
‘Very bad master, I’ve been ever so, ever so bad’
The warm chuckle did untold things to his organs. His arse stung under the brutal assault and his mind craved in the pauses for insult. He’d admit anything gave in to beg pitifully for whatever it was Madison desired next.
Archie gave fully in to the feelings. Begging mindlessly, licking and sucking on command. His body bucked against the wooden restraints, arse greeting studded paddle, soft hand and hard cock.
Hard thick cock riding his body, owning him. Every thrust hit home so he keened aloud, crying for more, strong hands forbidding him to rise his hips to welcome. Archie was aware of other people entering the dungeon passing them, delaying to watch and comment. More than one hand touched his hair and he was blindly aware of the masked man returning to lap up the escaping drips from his loins.
Madison used him well, left him panting there a spent wreckage. He returned a short time later, about the time Archie was regaining the feeling in his aching limbs. Munching a cracker and with cheese he offered Archie a bite, seeming pleased when he bit his lips refusing to accept the snack.
‘Think you can walk mouse?’
Archie doubted he could stand but did his damndest when he was finally let out of the stocks. His legs shock badly beneath him but bracing himself on the now familiar wood he managed two steps towards the stairs. He felt a deep void from Madison’s punishment and knew he’d bare the scars from the stinging blows.
‘mmm still walking. I see I’ll have to do better tomorrow. But until then, something for you to remember me by’ Archie was shoved into a stone wall and given a special present.
He was hobbling and breathless when he got to the top of the stairs. Madison standing at the bottom in a wide legged stance eyeing his butt. Dressed in new clothes similar styling to his own, he felt years had passed since his interview in the office. The office was still brightly lit and smart suited staff flitted around serving drinks and polite smiles to clients.
Archie kept his head down not wanting to face any of them remembering the blaring siren and disgusted looks, he walked blindly to the door bumping into someone entering the building.
‘Hey, you okay there mate?’
‘Yes thanks’
‘You look peeky’
‘I’m fine’
‘Really? I have plenty bandaids?’
‘Leave him alone Midge’
‘He looks really pale Greg’
‘He’s Madison’s toy. You go play your music somewhere else kid’
Bright eyes gave him a curious once over, grin appearing before he held open the door for Archie. He heard them discussing rough treatment and speculating on his limp as he exited. Red silk underwear holding in Madison’s parting gift. Until tomorrow.
edit: sorry did the links wrong!
The First Part - Wordcount : 1097
Archie froze in place. The interview had been going well enough, he’d prevaricated a number of answers and outright lied on others. He thought with everything in context he might get an acceptable match.
Lustful Liaisons prided themselves on their successful match records, being promised a discount voucher for the near Pleasures café only sweetened the deal. Just not enough for him to tell them the whole truth.
His interviewer was very professional; smartly suited he could walk into any high powered office and give pointers. He controlled the questions without any wasted time, ticking away at boxes on his written file. Archie watched him move to the computer screen, a perfunctory click and point sent the monitor chirping then with a pursing of lips the man turned back to glare at Archie straight on.
‘Mr Hultman’ School master tones snarled down at him as his interviewer touched something under the desk. ‘I see you are being rather economical with the truth; here at Lustful Liaisons we take such perversity very seriously’ The overhead light caught the mans eyes flashing them purple, he must wear coloured contacts, Archie squirmed in his seat.
A jarring siren blasted out from hidden speakers startling the few people loitering in the shop, other staff members stopped what they were doing to frown at him. Thick curtains pulling abruptly away from a large studded door on the back wall. The door bursting open to reveal two huge muscle bound men. Bare chests gleaming in the bright light and trunk like thighs encased in form fitting leather pants. Both bald, ones skin was unrelenting black the other a light tan but with coal for eyes. Neither spoke. They marched across the silent room, booted feet echoing in the void left by the siren.
Archie panicked when they reached him. Acting in sync wide beefy hands grabbed for his arms, dragging him up out of the chair, his feet leaving the floor.
‘You know what to do with him’ to shocked to protest and in no position to struggle Archie was bundled away under the watchful eyes, taken to the door and marched down dark steps in disgrace. Wavering flames in old fashioned wall sconce lighted the way, heavy treads clanging with metal as Archie was delivered to his punishment deep underground.
The cellar was huge. A cavernous room with hidden corners reeking of sweat. They passed a small barred cell, someone hovered there cowering, shaking, in a distant corner, but they didn’t pause for long enough for Archie to see who.
His belly sunk in fear. Heavy manacles were nailed to the walls, frayed rope coiled over the stone floor. Cries sounded as a man stretched out on a rack had amber liquid poured over his chest, heat turning his flesh rose. Another was released from his alcove, falling forward to his knees at the feet of his controller. A short heavy set man again clothed all in leather, metal reflecting from a nipple and in the wide copper cuffs on both wrists. Military short hair did nothing to soften harsh features, further heightening his prestigious air of command.
Disgust poured from his every pore as he kicked out at the fallen man, indicating for two silent guards to drag him away with a dismissive wave. Archie heard the creak of metal hinges before weighty bars were slammed closed.
Collecting a vicious looking clamp from a selection laid out on a small operating table the man neared Archie. Gaze cutting straight through him as he worked the stubborn clasp to reveal lethal metal teeth. A sob parted his lips and Archie struggled fruitlessly in the iron hold of his guards.
Passing him with a contemptuous snort the man pushed past, Archie yanked out of his path as he rounded on the whimpering man on the rack. He cruelly twisted a taunt nipple, listening to the screams it elicited with a curve of narrow lips. The clamp was snapped shut on the abused flesh then this man too removed whimpering from sight. Limp as he was half carried, half dragged away.
Archie was the only person left to consider.
‘I hear you’ve been a very bad boy Mr Hultman’ the formality was sneering ‘Strip him’ The man watched as his henchmen ripped through Archie’s clothes. With no finesse they ignored buttons and fasteners to tear the material from his body. Hands went over his chest, his legs were kicked apart as the crotch seams were caught and rendered apart. Uncaring hands made light work of his underclothes leaving him to shiver, fully exposed to that gimlet eye.
‘I’m going to have fun with you’ threatened his captor walking a slow circle around him, the men keeping him from covering any of his vulnerable bared skin. An unknown signal had them fall back, bracketing the wall arch as the man pulled on long black rubber gloves, snapping them in place before touching Archie.
The covered hand travelled his body. Parting and pinching his buttocks, then angling his head. His lips were parted with a pinch to his jaw and a thick finger filled his mouth rubbing over his tongue and teeth. His cock was lifted so his balls could be weighed and squeezed in a thorough, impersonal inspection.
‘Come’ it was an order to be obeyed. Archie followed him, shaking, to a large object draped in a stained sheet. ‘Uncover it’ Fumbling in his haste Archie plucked at the sheet dragging it to the ground ‘Fold it’ He stopped folding when his frantic mind took in what was revealed. A stocks. Wooden board with arm holes, another lower plank fixed behind it and a post supporting a choice of studded flails.
A push had him careering to his knees. His guards returned, lifting him clear from the ground. Archie was thrown over the lower plank, body bending as his hands were stretched out, pushed through the restraints and locked. His chin fell to rest in the curved indent on top. The lower beam was at his hips holding him up, body bent, arse to the sky. He felt booted feet part his legs and cold metal clasped his ankles.
He was pinned in place, unable to do anything when a rubber clad hand smacked down on his arse, three times in rapid succession. Sharp stinging blows, the force rocking him, rubbing him against the wooden stocks. Three times.
‘Welcome to my place little mouse’ was whispered into his ear ‘Safe word Cheese’ Archie gave an illicit shudder, wondering how long he’d be allowed to stay.
The Second Part - Wordcount : 2747
He was left there, hanging in the stocks cool air permeating his body. Noises filtered through grids in the wall, sharp cries, whimpers and pleading followed by the sound of hard slaps on bare skin. Odd commands snarled and men reaching throaty completion. Archie was ignored.
The shorter man was the clear authority. Everyone obeyed him. He ordered about men twice his size and they rushed to do his bidding, he didn’t have to raise his voice to get what he wanted and most often spoke in a whisper. He didn’t even need to speak. One nod or flick of a wrist would have people running, a single word directing the show. Archie eyed him hungrily but was ignored.
A number of people passed through the dungeon. Leather clad men stopping to select whips and batons. Strange tools were held up to flame and considered. Occasionally a cowering form would accompany them, crawling at their feet, asking nicely to be spanked or fucked, begging for attention. Out of sight Archie heard them get their wishes, sharp breath and moans answering a rhythmic bang. Archie was ignored.
Cramp was setting in when one of his guards from before entered the room. At first he expected to be freed, dragged back upstairs to stand naked in the bright tasteful office. Jeers hounding him as he was ceremoniously kicked out the door; bare buttocks hitting the cracked asphalt and face diving to the filth flooded gutter. He didn’t look his way. Archie was still ignored.
Lightly tanned skin gleamed like warm caramel, shining with some type of oil, flowing over heavy muscles and sinking into the skin-tight black leather of his pants. A red silk kerchief, tied loosely to one belt hook was the only flash of colour. Blood red against his hip. Ignoring Archie he adjusted things in the far corner of the room before collecting a heavy bunch of dungeon keys off a nail and jangling them ominously as he crossed the floor.
He returned very quickly so could not have gone far, a pale body slung over one broad shoulder. The boy was thrown to the ground and knelt there looking reverently up at his captor. He must be early twenties so hardly a child, but looked tiny in comparison to the hulking man standing over him. Angry red lash marks travelled over the length of his pale back and he was completely nude, fully erect. Archie tried to pull a hand out of the stocks holding him, but was locked down tight, a captive audience.
‘Hands’
‘You permit?’
‘I demand’
Shaking with excitement pale hands rose to quickly unfasten leather ties. Eerie pale on the dark pants, they quickly freed the guards jutting cock, massaging it with a slick scented oil.
‘Enough’
‘Master?’
A black square was flicked at him, with seemingly more meaning than the obvious. The boy scrambled for it, gasping when he recovered it, eagerly ripping the packet open and on a nod placing the special condom. Stretching it over the bulbous head then rubbing it up over the length of the guards hard erection.
Anticipation grew heavy on the air, Archie himself was achingly hard but unable to do anything about it. Unused and forgotten. Now forced to watch another receive the attentions that he craved.
‘Mouth’
‘You permit?
‘Lick it’
The boy opened his mouth wide, leaning forward so the latex covered cock could slide onto his waiting tongue. Archie saw every flex of the guards arse as he rolled his hips forward, skin-tight leather moulding to his muscles. In and out, in and out. The boy knelt still as the cock head rubbed over his tongue. Eyes fixed and staring.
‘Suck’
The boy’s eyes fell shut as his lips closed over the thick cock, humming as he swallowing it down. The guard turned angry, he caught the boy in a brutal grip by his hair, dragging him to his feet eliciting a pained cry.
‘Did you ask permission brat?’
‘No, no master’
‘Get the crop’
‘You..?’
‘NOW’
He rushed to the wall fumbling as he sought after a riding crop. He crawled on his knees back to his master presenting it to him on opened palms, eyes not rising from the floor. It was accepted and stroked lovingly.
‘Arse or hands?’ the boy held still waiting.
‘Well?’
‘Whatever my master prefers’
‘Correct’ the crop came down over the outstretched hands with little force, almost a caress.
‘Arse’ The boy scrambled round on hands and knees presenting his arse to the cane. He was given three stinging blows, his buttocks reddening from the pressure. Archie’s eyes rolled back in his head.
‘Now suck’
‘You permit?’
‘You question?’ he shook his head frantically and opened his mouth wide, eyes flickering up to his master for approval. He was rewarded with a mouthful of meaty cock pushing straight to the back of his throat, stopping just short of choking him. Archie’s whimper was drowned out in the guard’s pleased hum. He used the boy’s hair to tug him back and fore, slowly but deeply fucking his mouth.
The other guard appeared on the third pull over spit slicked lips. A sudden blast of heat shooting through the room as the he materialised close to his colleague. He looked down at the show, white teeth gleaming in his dark face as watched his fellow guard continue to feed the boy his cock.
‘Ebony’
‘Thought it got warm there Coal’
‘Fancy warmer?’
He nodded slow and turned to drag a mesh table forward. Coal pulled his cock from the sucking mouth with an obscene wet plop, pushing the boy back with a hand to his face. The other guard Ebony lifted him to his feet. His feet left the floor he was so much slighter than the other two, a puppet hanging loose for their command and pleasure.
Coal untied the red silk kerchief from his trousers holding it out to him. Once he’d regained his feet he took hold of it careful to thank the man.
‘Tie it up’ He risked a look up and Ebony slapped him, large bare hand hitting the young boys butt hard enough to make him stumble.
‘Obey the man’
‘Yes Master Ebony’
The boy pulled the silk cloth out then looped it around his own leaking erection, holding only the soft fabric he lifted it to the root of his cock twisting the ends in a light knot.
‘Tighter’ he pulled the knot firm.
‘Tighter’ the other guard demanded and he winced as he obeyed.
‘Good boy’ Coal ran a dark hand gently down his back and he undulated, preening at the gesture. Ebony was harsher;
‘Saddle up bitch’
Archie watched as the boy climbed onto the table, there were metal stirrups either side and he positioned himself on his stomach. His legs were stretched wide, held open by the metal contraption.
As he watched Coal stooped, reaching a hand to tug the red clad member through a hole in the table, Ebony walking to the head of it, running fingers through the boys hair.
‘Arse’ Coal was back to monosyllables. The boy buried his face in the table, hands going behind to part his raised arse cheeks, everything on display for the man behind. And for Archie, squirming in the stocks behind them.
It was too much watching a thick finger rub oil into that tight arse, Archie nearly wept with the pain of it when Coal lined up his long thick cock, pushing in in one smooth fast thrust. Stretching the boy before him impossibly wide and jerking him forward with the force from his hips. The boys own cock rubbing in the hole of the table.
Ebony gave a deep groan. Throwing his head back he stood at the head of the table back arching and eyes closed in a picture of bliss.
‘Feel good Eb?’
‘Hell yes’
‘Little brat is tight, aren’t you brat?’
‘Yes’
‘What’s that?’
‘I have a tight arse’
‘You like me stretching you wide, don’t you brat?’
‘Yes’
‘Yes what?’
‘I like it, I like your big cock taking me hard’
‘Like who?’
‘Master. I like my master’s big fat cock taking me hard’
‘Gonna split you open brat’
The boy gave a desperate cry, tears running down his face as he was fucked hard into the table, but they weren’t finished with him yet.
‘Ebony’ It took two calls to get the man’s full attention.
‘Brat’s hungry, aren’t you brat?’
‘Yes’
‘Ask him nicely’
‘Master Ebony, please feed me your cock’
‘What’s that?’
‘Please Master Ebony, I want, let me suck your cock’ every word was punctuated with a hard thrust behind. Ebony gave the bulge in his pants a squeeze, slowly undoing the ties, the boy’s eyes devouring him as he freed his huge cock.
Archie startled when he felt a hand clamp down on his erection. Unable to see the perpetrator he squirmed, forcing his member through the tight ring made by fingers and thumb, the hand not moving to help him. Limited in his movements he rode it out, eyes following the fight of two thick black cocks taking the smaller, paler body, marking him theirs. It was a dramatic study in monochrome.
They pulled out at the same time. The boy sobbing as his mouth was freed, desperately trying to hold on, to keep them deep in his body. The hand tightened around Archie’s cock, starting a torturously slow glide. Lack of oil giving a teasing pain as the dry calloused hand drove him closer to release even as he witnessed the guards spill milky seed over their needy pet.
They pulled their playmate to his feet Ebony supporting him as his legs wobbled beneath him.
‘You’re a good fuck brat’
‘Thank you Master Coal’
‘You got a pretty mouth bitch’
‘Thank you Master Ebony’
The red silk scarf was removed and one pull had the boy spilling his seed to the floor. Archie’s own surrender followed it and the hand disappeared. The dungeon master appearing by his right shoulder, leaning casually against the stocks while the other men finished off.
Gentle now they wiped their playmate clean, using the silk to take the mixed cum and sweat from his limbs. Ebony hoisted him up cradling him like a treasured possession. White skin stark against midnight flesh.
‘You’ve been a good little bitch, we’ll do something nice for you tomorrow’
‘More cock?’ He and the other tall man laughed.
‘If you’re very good’
Coal paused as the three made their way past the stocks acknowledging his boss then stuffing the red silk scarf into Archie’s mouth. The dungeon master let them go.
He raised a gloved hand to show Archie the evidence of his own loins release.
‘You weren’t told to cum’ he observed casually as though something of minor importance. He held his hand out and a masked figure crawled over to lick the rubber glove clean ‘and the floor’ nodding eagerly the person bent to do his bidding, chains leading from pierced nipples to form a leash that dragged the floor behind him.
The man watched a moment then turned to Archie.
‘I’m going to have to punish you hard my little mouse’ he seemed tired at the thought almost regretful ‘Been a long day, got a lot of tensions to release’ He pulled a nasty looking leather whip from the pillar beside them, giving it a testing swish against the stone floor. Archie mumbled on the silk gag. ‘shush little mousey if you’re going to tell lies we’d rather you quiet. Rub that silk to much and my friends will come back for a turn’
Archie groaned picturing those thick black cocks and imagining what they would feel like. He swallowed on reflex and tasted the salt of their combined cum on the scarf. He sucked it harder.
‘Naughty mouse’ he heard a pleasant chuckle that didn’t belong in a dungeon ‘If you’re that hungry you should ask for Cheese. Want some Cheese little mousey?’ Archie shook his head roughly getting another warm chuckle.
‘But you don’t like pain little mousey, you said so. You don’t like humiliation, giving up control. Doing everything another man says, being ridden hard and only cum when he allows you to. You’re going to hate your time with me. Hate it with a passion!’
‘This is my world little mouse, Madison’s lair. You going to beg for cheese little mousey?’
Archie shook his head sharply, mouth still full of red silk. Madison caught the end of it pulling it slowly free and draping it over a wooden pillar.
‘Gags wont do, I’m going to hear you scream and beg, you do admit you lied Archie?’
‘Yes’
‘Yes what?’
‘Yes Master’
‘You’re going to scream good’
The whip slashed through the air and Archie tensed to the core as air sliced his body, the whip harmlessly hitting the floor, tip flicking up to kiss his ankle. Madison pulled the leather strands over his exposed arse, rubbing the hard handle up his cleft. Then brought the whip down in a bare tap. Archie squirmed and begged, listening to the whip sail through the air building momentum before hitting anywhere but his body. When it did he was torn between the sharp stinging pain and relief. Almost came on the confusion.
‘So you don’t like pain little mouse? Want a nice safe match do you?’
‘yes, no, Master?’
‘Want me to free you, so you can go pick flowers?’
‘No master, please no’
‘Want to stay here, accept your punishment?’
‘Yes master’
‘You’ve been bad’
‘Very bad master, I’ve been ever so, ever so bad’
The warm chuckle did untold things to his organs. His arse stung under the brutal assault and his mind craved in the pauses for insult. He’d admit anything gave in to beg pitifully for whatever it was Madison desired next.
Archie gave fully in to the feelings. Begging mindlessly, licking and sucking on command. His body bucked against the wooden restraints, arse greeting studded paddle, soft hand and hard cock.
Hard thick cock riding his body, owning him. Every thrust hit home so he keened aloud, crying for more, strong hands forbidding him to rise his hips to welcome. Archie was aware of other people entering the dungeon passing them, delaying to watch and comment. More than one hand touched his hair and he was blindly aware of the masked man returning to lap up the escaping drips from his loins.
Madison used him well, left him panting there a spent wreckage. He returned a short time later, about the time Archie was regaining the feeling in his aching limbs. Munching a cracker and with cheese he offered Archie a bite, seeming pleased when he bit his lips refusing to accept the snack.
‘Think you can walk mouse?’
Archie doubted he could stand but did his damndest when he was finally let out of the stocks. His legs shock badly beneath him but bracing himself on the now familiar wood he managed two steps towards the stairs. He felt a deep void from Madison’s punishment and knew he’d bare the scars from the stinging blows.
‘mmm still walking. I see I’ll have to do better tomorrow. But until then, something for you to remember me by’ Archie was shoved into a stone wall and given a special present.
He was hobbling and breathless when he got to the top of the stairs. Madison standing at the bottom in a wide legged stance eyeing his butt. Dressed in new clothes similar styling to his own, he felt years had passed since his interview in the office. The office was still brightly lit and smart suited staff flitted around serving drinks and polite smiles to clients.
Archie kept his head down not wanting to face any of them remembering the blaring siren and disgusted looks, he walked blindly to the door bumping into someone entering the building.
‘Hey, you okay there mate?’
‘Yes thanks’
‘You look peeky’
‘I’m fine’
‘Really? I have plenty bandaids?’
‘Leave him alone Midge’
‘He looks really pale Greg’
‘He’s Madison’s toy. You go play your music somewhere else kid’
Bright eyes gave him a curious once over, grin appearing before he held open the door for Archie. He heard them discussing rough treatment and speculating on his limp as he exited. Red silk underwear holding in Madison’s parting gift. Until tomorrow.
edit: sorry did the links wrong!