Chapter 26

Dan heard the door open.

“We’re going to be going down stairs, so be careful, and don’t peek!”

“Okay,” Dan assured him.

Dan put his hands on Damion’s shoulders and moved forward.

“First step,” Damion told him.

They went down a number of steps. When they got to the bottom, Damion said, “Okay, you can take it off now.”

Dan removed the blindfold. What he saw filled him with trepidation.

“Welcome to my playroom! I call it Damion’s Dungeon!” Damion’s voice held an excited pride.

Dan looked around the room. Various pieces of equipment, all of which resembled medieval torture devices, lined the walls or stood on the floor. The walls were also adorned with pictures of muscle-bound, leather-clad men, some wearing hoods.

“Well? What do you think?” Damion asked enthusiastically.

Dan didn’t know what to say.

When he didn’t respond, Damion said, “I figure you’re so new to the whole man-sex thing that you’ve never seen or done anything like this.”

Dan nodded. “You’re right,” he said, still looking around.

“Hey, don’t look so worried. I’ll take it slow. I just know you’re gonna love it.”

Before Dan could say another word, Damion’s mouth was on his, Dan’s arms were pinned to his sides, and Damion’s already hard cock was grinding into Dan’s.

Damion stepped back and pulled Dan’s shirt off over his head, then backed him onto a wooden cross that was shaped like an X. He raised Dan’s arms and, before Dan could protest, Damion had cuffed him to the frame. Damion then proceeded to undress Dan, taking off his shoes, socks, shorts, and briefs.

Damion ran his hands and tongue over Dan’s naked body. Despite his apprehension, Dan found himself responding and soon his cock was hard and pointing upward. Damion grabbed it, pushed it down, and let loose so it bobbed up and smacked Dan’s abs.

“Good boy!” Damion growled. He repeated the process several more times, each time eliciting a cry from Dan and a deep laugh from Damion.

Damion knelt and spread Dan’s legs, shackling them to the cross as well. Damion raised his head and began to suck Dan’s dick and balls. Dan’s mind was whirling. What had he gotten himself into?

“Damion, stop! Please!”

Damion got up and kissed Dan roughly. “If you don’t like this why is your fuckin’ cock still so fuckin’ hard, huh, boy?” He had hold of Dan’s cock and was squeezing it.

Dan didn’t say anything. He had no answer. He didn’t have a clue as to why he was still hard despite the discomfort.

Damion increased the pressure on Dan’s dick. “I asked you a question, boy.”

“I…I…don’t know.”

“When you address me it’s sir, boy.” Damion squeezed harder.

“I don’t know, sir,” Dan said, clenching his teeth against the pressure, which, while not particularly painful, was disconcerting nonetheless. “That’s more like it,” Damion said, and kissed Dan again.

Damion turned and went to a cabinet. He pulled out several garments and came back to stand in front of Dan. He undressed slowly before sensually donning a pair of leather chaps and harness. He encased his balls in a codpiece, through which his hard cock protruded. His final action in the ritual was to place a studded dog collar around Dan’s neck.

Damion leaned against Dan, running his hands up Dan’s arms and intertwining their fingers. He humped against Dan, their dicks rubbing together and kissed Dan hard.

“Tell me how much you like this,” Damion said, never taking his lips from Dan’s.

Dan didn’t like it. He was hard, yes, but he felt it was almost an involuntary reaction. When he didn’t respond, Damion pressed his lips harder on Dan’s.

Damion demanded, “Tell me you like it!”

Dan swallowed. “I do, I do,” he managed to get out.

“You do? You do what?”

“I do, sir.”

“Good.” Damion pulled back and smiled at Dan.

The smile was not Damion. The look on Damion’s face wasn’t his either. Dan’s mind was reeling.

Damion put Dan’s blindfold back on. Then he took the cuffs and shackles off, turned Dan around, and restrained Dan to the cross again.

Not being able to see what Damion was doing made Dan’s apprehension rise. His erection subsided. He heard a door open and close.

“You know what this is, boy?” Damion asked and rubbed Dan’s cheek with something that felt like strands of leather. Damion pulled whatever it was away.

Dan felt a rush of air and a cracking sound. He involuntarily let a gasp escape his lips.

“What’d you say? I didn’t quite get that.”

Dan heard the cracking sound again.

“Well, I’m waiting. Do you know what this is?”

Dan nodded.