Warning: this is a work of fiction and fantasy, not to be mistaken for how a normal functioning relationship should be. This is not an example of real-life BDSM relationships, but a highly fictionalised/fantasy one.

Kinks: dub-con, snow-balling, spanking, whipping, kidnapping, rimming, wax-play, piercing, double-penetration, dirty talk, vibrators, bondage, submission, tail-play, neglect play, suspension, breath control. And catboys.

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First Date

The last thing I remembered before waking up naked in a sex dungeon was laying down in the nurse’s office right after lunch.

I cook my own food, so the only thing that could have made me feel ill were the cookies that Aiden Wu, the class prince, kindly distributed. I hadn’t even wanted one, he’d passed them to the whole damn class, and it would have been rude if I’d refused or snubbed it. I don’t even like sweets.

My head felt fuzzy, almost hot and I had no strength in any of my limbs. A thick leather blindfold was buckled around my eyes and forehead, I could see only the slimmest sliver of a blurry red pleather cushion from the tiny gap when I turned my head. Lifting my head alone took a tremendous effort.

My wrists were cuffed with thick, warm leather cuffs and when I tried to move my arms the cuffs hooked on a chain. Stretched out above my head, I could feel the edge of the bench I lay on with the tips of my seeking fingers.

Heat suffused the room, and a strange tingling in my own warm limbs made me feel almost itchy in my own skin. My head was stuffy and every thought took a long time to connect.

How did I know I was in a sex dungeon?

Because the bench I lay on was not a straight line. An inverted Y formed the shape of the cushioned bench under me. Each ankle was cuffed and shackled and I could feel a metal bar when I stretched my right foot out.

“You’re awake, baby?” A man’s delighted voice caught my attention. The voice wasn’t deep, in fact, I would guess the owner was probably young, like myself. Since I couldn’t see anything, I had no way of knowing if the guy was actually talking to me, but a moment later a finger tapped my nose, gently teasing.

I’ve seen enough of the Starnet to know what happens when you are drugged, naked and strapped to a bench like this, to know where this was probably going… but still, I stupidly asked, “What do you want?”

I could have asked other questions of equal ridiculous origin like- ‘who are you’ or ‘where am I?’ both of which, from my blindfolded state, would be unlikely to garner a response. If my abductor wanted me to know these things, they wouldn’t have blindfolded me.

I could also start struggling, idiotically, until I hurt myself, but I was drugged, totally naked, no idea what was on either side of me and not exactly the most athletic of students. Instead, using my brain, I knew my best option right now was to endure and find a way to escape later.

He didn’t answer at first, and I guessed that maybe he wouldn’t speak at all. The finger on my nose shifted to my cheek, pinched me briefly. It wasn’t hard, rather, a weirdly affectionate pinch. The sensation of the touch left and I followed the faint shift of fabric and movement I could hear. His hands touched my forearms, slowly tracing from my elbows along the soft underside of my arms, from the outside in, all the way to my shoulders. The slow, low pressure touch of fingertips shifted to the vulnerable skin of my underarm and I discovered my hair had been removed in the next second as the shivery sensation of fingertips trailed across the exposed hollow of flesh there.

I’d been shaved in my sleep and the idea of someone handling my unconscious body and a razor gave me shivers.

“Baby, I want to make you feel good.” He answered me after all that.

I swallowed, resisting the urge to shiver as those fingertips, either side of my back, drew slowly down to my chest pressed against the bench. His touch was warm. Sure sensation tickled over my ribs then, like I weighed nothing, the right hand slithered under my chest and pinched my nipple. The pinch of slight pain hit a nerve and I shifted, trying to evade the sudden shock of sensation in my helpless body.

Being totally immobile, I didn’t even get more than a centimetre of struggle. His fingertip followed my jerk of motion and pressed at my chest, abusing my nub for a few moments, twisting, nail scraping the edge. The soft touch sent tiny little jolts into my spine and nerves, straight to my brain and cock.

He played with me patiently, rubbing until my nipple hardened and I shivered. Then, like that was all he wanted, his fingers moved once more, resuming their dual exploration along the curve of my chest, ribs, the muscles of my back and spine. Slow, thorough investigation of my warm flesh. Occasionally he drew his nails across me, a feather-like scratch, to add to the itchy sensation growing in my gut.

He reached my hips and I expected my cock was going to get the same attention he’d given my nipple earlier, but instead the exploration slowed right down. Hands and palms smoothed over my hips gliding from my spine to the sensitive outer edge of my pelvic bone, then inward, across the smooth expanse of my navel and lower. A tiny noise escaped my lips when the sensation of his palm grazed close to my most sensitive spot. He didn’t miss my reaction, “You’re so responsive, baby.”

I turned my head away from the side I thought he was on, heat racing over my face. Who the fuck calls a total stranger ‘baby?’

He moved away from my pubis and down to my thighs, totally avoiding the half-erect and squashed part of my body as he traced the outline of my muscles and exposed inner thighs.

The touch on my inner thigh made me squirm involuntarily, his fingertips moved higher and higher, until I realized exactly how exposed my ass was. I couldn’t do anything about this, so I chose not to feel embarrassed. I wasn’t the pervert who did all this. Whichever classmate had such bad tastes, the second I found out I would make sure to make the bastard pay.

“Does it feel good here?” He asked, lightly outlining my inner thighs.

I swallowed and gave a tiny nod.

“So honest, baby. I’ll give you a nice reward.”

I did not want a pervert jerking me off, but in these circumstances, the less pain I endured the better. I heard anal sex was quite rough if you weren’t prepared for it. I did not want a trip to an emergency room.

His hands pushed my already exposed asscheeks aside and I was suddenly terrified for a moment he would just shove his whole thing inside me, dry, but then something warm and wet slid across my hole and it was like an electric shock to my whole body.

A frightened gasp escaped my mouth a second later as he pressed his mouth against my hole and his tongue licked and sucked at me. I’d never played with my ass while masturbating and being a virgin, I’d never had anyone else place their mouth on me. I was getting a rim-job before I’d even kissed a guy.

My cock hardened the more he played with my quivering hole and a moan escaped my throat. My legs tensed. I wanted more of that sensation, his tongue was sliding in and out, his lips sucked and licked my too-sensitive flesh and worked me into a frenzy of sensation. I didn’t care that he was sticking his mouth on such a dirty place, I just wanted it to never stop.

He kept at my little hole, thoroughly wetting and exploring one second, then retreating to tease and suck on the tingling ring of muscles the next, wet noises drowned by the soft gasps and moans he was tearing from my throat. I tugged on my restraints, wanting to touch myself, sure that I could probably come right now with just a few strokes.

He only touched my ass, slowly and surely working it until I desperately wanted friction or release. I yanked on the chains, but whatever I was anchored to was solid and I was totally helpless to the sensation.

I couldn’t even grind my hips, I had no leverage, my knees wouldn’t raise up so I was flush against the bench, a total mess of heat and melting nerves. “P-please…”

He stopped at my begging, voice low and husky, “Did you like that, baby?”

I nodded, swallowing against my dry throat. I wanted more, but this was a very bad situation to ask for more of anything in.

“So honest, baby. Do you want more?”

I nodded.

“What more do you want, baby?”

“T-that… and…” I shifted my hips, ashamed to name the rest of my searing need. My cock was slick, I needed to come.

“Do you want to come, baby?”

I nodded.

He chuckled and a hand moved over my ass, slowly massaging my totally relaxed muscles. “Of course I’ll let you come. But, baby, you can’t come until I do. That’s my biggest rule. If you do, there’ll be a punishment.”

Punishment? I wanted to ask, but the fear of whatever this punishment was overrode my vocal chords.

“Now, let’s give you some more reward for being such a good and honest baby.” Warm oil slid across my still sensitive hole and a moment later he pressed a long finger inside me. I expected having anything in my ass would hurt, but after being explored and loosened with his tongue, the finger was nothing but a mildly warm sensation. The warm lube felt amazing on my insides and I groaned again as he gradually applied more. He had three fingers inside my ass before I was even conscious of how full I was feeling.

I wish it didn’t feel as insanely good as it did. The lube spread deep into my channel, slick and hazily bringing my attention to my insides. His fingers stretched and shifted, gradually pressing deeper until I let out a small scream as he brushed across something that brought a flash of stars across my sight.

“Was that good, baby?”

I smacked my head against the bench under me, hissing out a tiny reply, “Y-yes.”

“Where did it feel good?”

“I-inside.”

He pressed that spot again, getting a feel for my body like I was a musical instrument he intended to tune, “Inside where, baby?”

“In-in my ass.”

“What felt good, tell me, baby?”

I swallowed my urge to curse this coaxing voice. The bastard knew exactly what felt good, he was still doing it, fingers rubbing slow and soft against a deep wall of tissue and nerves that sent tiny sparks up and down my body. My cock dripped with precum, my skin crawled with heat. He was messing me up completely, the fucker. But helpless, I gave him what he wanted, “Your fingers, they feel good.”

“Do they?” He urged.

“Y-yes.”

“Do you think you can come if I keep playing with you like this?”

“I… don’t know.”

My ass was so slick with lube and the slide of his three fingers back and forth was maddening, he brushed that spot a few more times, building that tiny fire every time I tried to think about something, anything else.

My body was trembling after a few minutes, my fingers clenched into fists as I pulled at my restraints. But my urgency was not shared and he just worked me slowly and steadily like this torture would go on forever.

Finally, I couldn’t take it any more, “Please…”

“What is it, baby?” if he wasn’t smiling I would take his fucking last name! The smugness in this bastard’s voice could drown a city.

“M-more.”

“You want more? What more do you want?”

“I need to come.”

“Do you, baby?”

I nodded.

“Baby, you know my biggest rule.” He coaxed.

“You can…” I moaned softly, my whole body was on fire, I would give this bastard my bank account numbers if he’d let me come right now.

Abruptly his fingers withdrew, leaving my ass empty and quivering, my whole body alight with unfulfilled need. “Do you want something, baby?”

Fuck, he wanted me to actually beg him to stick it in? Fine! I bit my lip, grinding my words out, “Please give it to me.”

“What do you want me to give you, baby? Be specific.” His fingers roamed across my ass and hips, lube spreading all over my inner thighs.

“Please fuck me so I can come.” I hissed.

“Do you want me to give you my cock, baby?” Hot breath moved across the cheek of my ass and he gave a very gentle bite on my flesh, “Do you want to let me fuck you until you cry?”

I nodded, too ashamed to speak.

“Such a good, obedient boy. I’ll fill you up tonight, baby.” He leaned over me and a huge thickness started sliding into my wet ass. I hadn’t expected this bastard to be big or anything- would a guy who has to tie down his lover be well-hung? But it really was. Wide and long, the girth totally filled my hole and I let out a low groan, my thighs trembling to maintain my relaxed muscles.

He wasn’t even all the way in when he slowly inched back and forth, very slowly working his length inside me with soft, rocking motions.

I hissed, “M-more.”

“Baby, do you like it?”

I swallowed, “Please, m-more.”

“You want me to go deeper?” He pressed in until I was sure I would taste his come. Hips finally flush against my ass, he kept that very slow, shallow, tiny thrusting. No friction, only a sense of my body being totally filled to breaking point. I couldn’t come like this. I needed motion!

“Fuck, please go faster and harder, goddamnit.” I snapped.

He chuckled and the coaxing, gentle mask fell aside as the monstrous cock began to destroy me from the inside out. He pounded across that jumble of nerves relentlessly and I screamed. It felt like I was melting into nothing more than a puddle of sensations of his cock riding my pleasure-centre and my own cock leaking precum like a faucet.

Tears formed in my eyes and my toes curled I struggled hard against my restraints like an idiot because for a few seconds I wanted to ride that cock so hard it overrode every shred of my own sanity. Then the sensation continued and I wanted to get away from it in the next second.

I came from his cock pounding my ass. My whole body tensed and the stolen orgasm hit me before I even had a chance to breathe.

A hand reached to my cock and helped milk the explosion from my balls, stroking my shaft and emptying the load. “Baby, you came.”

I shuddered under him, unable to form coherent words. My balls were still tight and my cock was rock-hard. Whatever drug he’d given me was still in my system and every sensation now just mixed the pleasure into a whorl.

He pulled out of my ass, making me moan and sob. Half glad, half wanting him to return to sending me off the edge of sanity.

There was movement in the room and a moment later something thick slid inside my still open hole. A round ball on a string. Another one pressed into me and rubbed against the first one. The strange sensation had me moaning as three more balls followed. They grew larger until the last one he pressed to my entrance felt too big for me to take. The bastard worked it around, pulling the string in and out until I relaxed and the biggest one slid inside me, filling my hole.

“Today’s punishment will be light, baby. You’ll get my cock back after twenty strikes, but if the balls come out, I’ll start counting from one again every time, understand?”

I didn’t understand at first, and then something flat and hard slammed against my ass-cheeks and I involuntarily yelped and clenched my hole around the balls.