The door creaked open, spilling a sliver of light into the darkened room. Allie slipped inside, her bare, wet skin tingling against the warm air, the smell of sweat, spit and semen sticking to her.
As the door closed behind her the sounds of the dungeon vanished, leaving a heavy silence. She had expected to be alone in the cool-down room, so she started when a slight voice rose up from one of the beds.
“H-Hello?” It was a man’s voice. But it was soft, unsure whether he should be speaking at all. “Is… someone there?”
Allie’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, scanning the space until they settled on a figure bound to one of the bunk beds. She moved closer, her bare feet quieter than his breathing.
He was laid out naked, his smooth body strapped to the mattress. A thick leather blindfold obscured his eyes, and the glint of metal caught her attention. A chastity cage was locked snug around his cock.
She could understand why he sounded so fragile, he was in quite a predicament. Just like her he’d probably expected to find himself alone in this room. It wasn’t often that a slave was dismissed by their owner on free-use night at the dungeon.
“Hi there,” she said, in a bright voice, hoping to cut through the awkwardness. “I’m Allie.”
Allie sat down on the bed next to his. He didn’t offer his name or say anything more, his stillness returning except for the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.
But after the scenes she’d taken part in tonight, she was too high strung to just go to sleep. She was going to try and take advantage of his presence as much as she could.
“How come you’re down here?” she asked, tilting her head.
He didn’t answer right away, his lips parting as if searching for the right words.
“My Mistress brought her boyfriend,” he finally said, almost bitter. “She’s spending the rest of the night with him.”
Allie shared the disappointment. She felt a pang of sympathy for him. Maybe he needed company as much as she did tonight.
“You’re not going to ask about me?” she pushed, letting her tone lilt playfully.
He chuckled.
“Alright,” he said. “How ‘bout you?”
“Why, thank you for asking!” Allie’s grin widened. “My Master got himself a second slave. He’s busy training her tonight. To make up for it, he had some of his guy friends take care of me earlier.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “So… let’s just say I’m a little out of commission right now.”
She laughed at the bluntness of her own words, and then at the blush that spread on his face, a warm flush creeping out from beneath the edge of the leather blindfold. He seemed far too innocent for a toy on free-use night.
The misplaced shyness made him that much more interesting.
Sure, Allie was a willing slave, but that didn’t mean she was meek. Not by a long shot. She would never disobey her Master, he’d earned her submission. But when she had the chance, she preferred to set the tone. To call the shots.
“You come here often?” she asked casually. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you.”
“Mistress just moved us here, this is our first night attending.”
Allie raised an eyebrow.
“Moved us?” she repeated. “You live with your Mistress?”
“Yeah. And her husband. We’re 24/7.”
She blinked, caught off guard. This slave was decidedly full of surprise. His demure demeanor had led her to believe he was a newbie. Instead she was talking to one of those rare kinksters who pushed the lifestyle to its harshest extent.
Allie’s curiosity was slowly morphing into fascination.
“Hey.” She put on her most unassuming tone possible. “Do you mind if I hop in with you? I’d love to cuddle up a little. Fair warning though, I’m really gross right now and Master did not let me shower.”
Again he chuckled, a real smile appearing on his face for the first time. “I mean.. it’s not like I can do anything about it.”
“You know what I mean. This is the cool-down room. If you don’t want me to, just say so, no big deal.”
He grew quiet again. She could almost picture him working through a mental checklist, considering the rules his Mistress had left him with, wondering what was allowed and what might not be stretching them.
“I… I don’t mind if you want to.”
It was all the invitation Allie needed. She climbed in, lying on her side, pressing against him, arm and leg wrapping over his restrained body. After the rough, impersonal hands of the men who’d taken her tonight, the simple act of touching, feeling his body beneath hers, felt like a blessing.
She closed her eyes for a moment, just savoring the warmth of his smooth skin. But her mind was still buzzing with questions.
“So, you do 24/7 with your Mistress,” she murmured, her fingers lightly tracing his ribs. “What about the cage? Is it always on?”
She could feel him squirm under her, as if he was looking forward to the humiliation this line of questions would bring. He was too cute.
“Her husband handles my hygiene breaks. But yeah, other than that, I’ve been locked up since I turned nineteen.”
Once again Allie was completely blindsided. He looked to be in his mid twenties, just like her. That was a long time to go without sex.
“What?” she said, almost laughing in disbelief. “So you never come? I couldn’t do it.”
“Uhm…” Despite his bashfulness, she could tell that he enjoyed the probing. “There’s other ways for boys to cum.”
“Oh yeah…” Allie giggled. “I’m aware of the theory on that one.”
“What about you? Do you date your Master?”
“Nah,” she shrugged. “He’s nice enough but I’m just having fun right now. Not sure I could handle something too intense.”
As she spoke, she was nuzzling into his neck, wondering if he would press further, but he seemed to accept her answer.
Silence settled between the two slaves for a little while, both of them sharing the unexpected intimacy. There was something special here, something she’d not expected from a play session at the dungeon.
Still, the perverted part of Allie’s mind knew that just like her, he had to notice the strong scent of cum coming off her skin.
Her hand moved slowly across his chest, tracing delicate patterns on his skin. She felt the shivers that ran through his body, the way his breath hitched each time her fingers grazed a sensitive spot.
He obviously was not used to being treated so gently. That sent a rush of affection through her.
Allie had been denied any orgasm earlier tonight, leaving an unresolved ache in her body. The closeness, the glimpses into his life, the way he seemed to melt under her touch, were getting her going again.
“Hey.” She made her touch a little stronger, to help her soft voice. “Can I ask you for a big favor?”
She paused, letting the question hang between them. She could sense how eager he was to hear her proposition.
“I mean, I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble,” she continued mischievously. “But I’m kind of desperate here. Master wouldn’t let me come with his friends, and now I’m not even allowed to touch myself…”
A jolt ran through him, and his mind slipped back into its D/s arithmetics.
The silence stretched, and Allie found herself holding her breath. She could feel his pulse quicken beneath her hand. She let her fingers drift lower, brushing just above his hip.
“It doesn’t have to be anything crazy,” she whispered, full of need. “Just… a little help.”
“Sure,” he blurted, then caught himself. “But don’t untie me. Mistress would not be okay with that and I want to be able to walk next week.”
“You’re the best!” Allie squealed, her excitement bubbling over as she planted a series of deep, sloppy kisses across the exposed parts of his face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Her enthusiasm made him laugh.
With a proud smirk, she got up to her knees, careful not to bump her head against the top bunk. She looked down at his frail, restrained frame, eyes roaming over him as she tried to decide the best way to position herself.
She finally settled on placing one knee on each side of his head, facing down towards his chest. That would give him the best access, and by leaning forward she’d get more of the skin-to-skin contact that she craved.
Allie was staring down at his face between her legs as she lowered herself on him, her breath catching as she anticipated the moment their bodies would connect. But then she felt a slick, warm sensation, and her eyes widened as a large glob of semen from earlier slipped out of her.
It fell in slow-motion, landing squarely on his lips.
She froze, a rush of conflicting emotions flooding her, shock, embarrassment, and just a touch of arousal. Would he be disgusted? Angry?
But he licked his lips, slowly, as if savoring the taste, and something changed. A low, needy sound escaped him. He strained against his bindings, his body twisting as he reached out to her with his mouth.
The moment his tongue made contact with Allie’s sore, swollen flesh, a bolt of pleasure shot through her, starting at the core of her and radiating out to every inch of her skin. Her breath hitched, and her back arched over his head, giving him an even better angle to press against her.
She could feel the heat of his breath, the wet, insistent movements of his tongue. It was everything she needed. Her hands clutched at the sheets, knuckles white, as she fought to keep herself steady, even as her body begged to collapse into the sensation.
“Good boy,” she gasped, her voice barely more than a whisper
He pushed harder, licking and sucking as if he’d been starved for this moment.
Allie leaned forward, her hands sliding down his thighs, fingers digging in just enough to steady herself. She ground her clit against his mouth, feeling his tongue work eagerly.
Through the horny fog of her mind, she finally noticed the Prince Albert piercing.
A lock passed through his flesh, keeping him secured in the cage. The sheer debauchery of the sight sent another shiver through her body. The boy was full of surprises, and was expertly eating her out.
She was now lying flat against him, gyrating her hips over his face, making sure that every part of her got access to his supple tongue. Her nails were biting into the flesh of his legs and people outside the room could probably hear her short little cries through the door, but she couldn’t care less.
Allie had been fucked by many cocks that night, different sizes, different girths, used on her with varying levels of intensity.
But all of them paled in comparison to the mouth of the tied up slave between her legs. He moved with precision and hunger, each flick and press sending another wave of pleasure.
Soon enough, she collapsed completely. The force of the orgasm that shook her was not something she’d experienced before. Allie could feel her thighs quiver, her whole body tensing as she pressed herself even harder into the frail, bound body, and let out a high pitched moan.
He switched from aggressively trying to get her off, to gently licking and kissing around her sensitive lips.
She laid sprawled on top of him for a little while, immobile, happily processing what had just happened as he took care of her afterglow.
Her Master would not take it lightly if he learned she had used another slave to get her release, but she couldn’t care less. She’d not felt that level of connection in a long while, if ever.
Slowly, almost as if trying not to break the magic of the moment, Allie shifted, rolled over and nestled into his side. She pressed her body against his, their heads now close, so close she could smell herself on his breath.
Without a word, she began licking the soft skin that was free from the blindfold. She savored the tanginess of her own pleasure, mixed with the salty traces of the men from earlier. But above all, she loved the tingles that spread through every time her tongue made contact.
As she got closer to his mouth, she could feel him shift, until he closed the gap to kiss her.
They were slow, hesitant at first, as if testing the waters.
Then, his lips parted as she pressed on, offering himself to her. She could taste everything. It was messy, wet and raw. Somehow perfect. Her hands moved to cradle his face. There was no lust left in either of them, they were running on pure recognition of one another.
Something magical was happening and she wanted to hold onto it for as long as she could.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her forehead gently pressed against his, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. “That was amazing.”
“You’re welcome.” There was no mistaking the smile in his voice. Even bound and submissive, he was still a man, and the thought of rocking her world brought that universal male pride to the surface. It just made him all that more endearing.
Allie wriggled until she found a better spot, their legs tangled together. The room was quiet, save for the soft and she felt herself slowly sinking into his warmth. Her fingers gently traced his jaw, then ran through his hair, a soothing motion that lulled them both closer to sleep.
“I’ll make it up to you if you get in trouble for this,” she murmured into his neck now, lips brushing against his skin. “I promise.”
