Dante's Dungeon

Author’s Note: this is an original fiction, please let me know if you see it posted anywhere else with someone else credited as the author.

Warning: if the title wasn’t a hint this story will have elements of bondage and D/s.
Almost n/c and almost bestiality, you’ll have to read to find out.

Dante’s Dungeon
Chapter 2


Jose’s sigh was content and sated as he sprawled on the massive muscled chest of his master. A rumbling purr under his ear assured him that Dante was experiencing the same emotions as both men struggled to recover from their explosive orgasms of just moments before. The larger man under him shifted and Jose gave a disappointed whimper as Dante’s softening shaft slipped from his body. His ass felt empty and he wiggled in agitation. The warm hand that had been rubbing the Daemon mark on the base of his spine slipped lower and soon two long fingers eased into his still quivering hole. Jose gave a soft happy sound and felt Dante’s answering chucked under his ear. Jose relaxed again, content to wallow in the afterglow knowing he needn’t worry about cleaning up. One of the many wonderful things about belonging to Dante was the Daemon’s strange ability to control certain elements; in this case there would no icky repercussions from anal sex. The only thing Dante’s comforting fingers would find would be his own cooling seed.

He felt Dante nuzzling his sweat dampened hair and Jose pressed a kiss to the taut, golden skin under his mouth in response. His hands stroked the broad shoulders but he was careful not to rub the tattooed biceps. On his master’s left one were the markings stating his linage, showing that both his parents claimed him as their offspring. The top ring was two intertwined snakes, their open fanged mouths hissing at each other and Darius’ name and a warning beneath. Then there was a confusing line of script that Jose had stared at in the past and guessed to be kenji, but he had also thought sometimes they were hieroglyphs instead. Either one always had the silhouettes of cats pacing under it with sleek sinuous bodies. He did know for sure that studying them too long gave him a strange headache and made his palm tingle with latent power if he forgot and ran one over it. The other arm he totally left alone. The colored flames that wound up the firm muscles from Dante’s elbow had a trapped fire elemental bound to it; one that had a nasty attitude. Touching the tattoo was like rubbing a genie’s bottle and summoned it and that was an action Jose was not planning on doing. The ill tempered, small spirit would definitely ruin the wonderful afterglow he was currently enjoying.

The loud pounding on the closed door, unfortunately, had the same effect though. Jose used his arms braced on Dante’s chest to look over his shoulder and give an irritated glare to the richly gleaming wooden panel. He felt Dante sigh under him before a low command told the person demanding admittance to wait and do so quietly. Silence was the answer and Jose frowned down into the handsome, chiseled face below him. He couldn’t imagine who would dare knock in such a way. Darius would politely knock and Dante certainly wouldn’t appear annoyed at the prospect of talking to his father and his mother would have scratched at the door followed by a yowl if she didn’t receive swift compliance. No one else would even approach Dante’s closed door without a summoning.

“It’s the Maze Master; I forgot he wanted to speak with me today.” Dante said, a slight apology in his voice.

Jose stiffened involuntary, years ago his first meeting with the huge daemon had not gone well and he was still wary of him. He slid from the hard frame of his master, sighing as the long, strong fingers left him. He quickly shuffled into the adjoining spacious bathroom, eager to avoid another meeting with the other, often surly daemon. He closed the door behind him, but not before he got a brief glimpse of the Maze Master as the lumbering red skinned daemon entered the bedroom. Jose knew, though, that the ponderous gait was deceiving remembering the swiftness of the larger daemon as he had been hunted through the confusing maze.

The Maze was a popular attraction that was located in the lower levels of Silk Whispers, the luxurious and elaborate night club that boasted of having several different themed rooms, almost separate clubs with in a club. Though Darius owned and ruled the huge building as his domain, the bottom floors were the territory claimed by his youngest son. Dante’s BSM areas known to those in the scene as the Inferno had attached to it a twisting and turning series of voyeuristic corridors called the Maze. Long lines waited during the evening for admittance, the people a mixture of Domes and their Subs with a scattering of curious ‘Vanillas’.

Jose had noticed it vaguely in his early days of belonging to Dante, but it had failed to spark his curiosity. Nothing had. Jose had been missing his vampric blood bond, not with physical carvings or withdrawals, for Dante had not allowed that, but he had been lethargic and listless. He had only felt alive and excited when his sensual master was nearby, docile and dull otherwise. It had been late afternoon and a waiter preparing his station in the black and red decorated Main room had sent him inside to deliver a message.

He had shuffled along the dimly lit echoing corridors, abstractly noting the empty alcoves that would display ‘scenes’ when the club was opened. Jose had vaguely recalled people telling him how exciting it was when it was up and running. Narrow hallways filled with jostling warm bodies straining to see risqué scenes revealed fleetingly with flashing red lights. Entertainers with oil gleamed bodies garbed in colored leather and shiny latex acting bondage and torture scenes. Drafts of warm and cool air would blow over excited viewers as they were urged forward by the people pressing behind them.

But years ago when Jose entered the Maze for the first time it was quiet and deserted, or so he had thought. Until the low gleeful, somehow growly as well, voice had called out to him.

“Pretty boy, pretty, pretty…my, don’t you smell nice?”

He had shivered then, startled form his apathy because those words were hauntingly similar to ones uttered a few years before. He had been wandering the grimly alleys, his joy and excitement about representing his small Latin country in the Olympics in the gymnastic competition shattered by the official’s harsh verdict. He was disqualified to enter as the doctors had found discrepancies in the complex tests of his blood. Shamed and ignored by his coach and teammates as he proclaimed his innocence, Jose had left the sprawling Olympic complex to wander dazed in the crowded city. There he had captured the interest of a roaming quartet of vampires and, laughing, they had chased him down the littered alleys. Their eyes gleaming in the flickering neon lights, they had revealed to him a harsh truth as they fed, he had daemon blood, running rich and crimson in his veins. That made him delicious to their kind and also inedible to be an athlete as it could be detected in detailed medical tests. Not it mattered, for his life as a gymnast was over once he had been enslaved by them.

Some of his vampire owners had been cruel, others just careless but he had been passed around like a broken toy until one had brought him to Silk Whispers. There he had danced to the pounding music and had caught the eye of another daemon, Dante. He had been bartered away and in the following weeks only his tall, tanned new master had touched him. Jose had known while he had stood motionless, shuddering in the maze that that was going to change as hungry, lustful eyes had peered at him from a dense shadow.

Jose pulled himself back to the present, his gaze taking in the somewhat familiar surroundings of the spacious bathroom. Dante had a habit of changing it without any prior notice but it appeared the same as it had been for the past few weeks. Pale grey marble with veins of pink and gold made up the usual fixtures as well as the orgy sized bath tub. That never changed, Jose thought to himself, forcing a smile. He stared at himself in the huge mirror over the double sinks and willed the remembered fear to leave his features. He splashed warm water on his face letting his toes curl into the plush throw mat that covered the cool marble floor in front of the long vanity. Water clung to his brown curls and he was relieved to see his matching eyes were steady and clear again.

Then a deep, gravely chuckle drifted from the adjoining room and Jose saw himself flinch. Clenching his jaw, he strode to the clear glass enclosure that was the shower. With almost vicious yanks turning the gold knobs, he got warm water blasting from the multiple shower heads and stepped in; knowing the rushing of the water would drown out any sound of voices from the other room. His mind, though, refused to cooperate and Jose remembered running down the twisting hallways with that echoing deep laugh and hoof beats following him until he came to a dead end. His eyes had franticly searched for a way out as he had turned to face his pursuer. Jose’s laboring breathing had changed to hyper ventilating as the massive monster had come into view after rounding a sharp corner.

Jose had known that Dante was a daemon but his handsome master hid his heritage too well for it to frighten him. The Maze Master, as he was called, had a fearsome build and visage. Black horns had curled from his unruly dark auburn hair and under them were large bovine ears that had been flickering back and forth with excitement. Large orange and yellow eyes stared at him from a human looking face and broad nostrils had flared, seeming to enjoy the scent of his terror. Chestnut fur covered his shoulders and his heavily muscled chest had been liberally sprinkle with a mat of curling human hair that trailed down to a thick bush of groin hair. From that grew and twitched a massive ruddy cock below which a heavy, furred scrotum swayed. The creature’s genitals were framed by thick furred thighs that ended in shiny black splayed hoofs. But the most amazing thing his dazed mind had been able to comprehend was that two sets of arms emerged from that massive torso. The huge hands were tipped with black claws and the longer upper set had easily captured his own wrists and pinned them to the unyielding stone wall behind him.

Jose remembered how he had wiggled and squirmed in that unrelenting grip, whimpering in distress as the lower set of hard hands had ripped off his silk shirt. Then those clawed hands hand been greedily roaming his smooth skin as warm breath had ruffled his hair. He had closed his eyes as the metal button on his jeans had been careless popped off to go skittering across the stone floor. Then that lower set of hands had wretched at the front of his jeans and the metal teeth had broken until the denim had gaped open. He had been going commando and so there had been no further barrier as a rough touch had explored his exposed groin. Claw tips had lightly raked his sensitive skin as his jeans were shoved down his trembling thighs. Then the hands had swiftly returned, one cupping and squeezing his balls as the other tugged and fondled his cock. Jose remembered the humiliation he had felt as his prick had reluctantly responded to those determined caresses.

Soon his cock had been throbbing in time with his panting and frantic heartbeat as that low chuckle had ruffled his hair. Jose hadn’t been sure if his writhing was solely for the chance to escape as his body would brush against silky rough fur. He still remembered the feel of his balls being roughly rolled by clawed fingertips as they drew up against his body. With a tortured, low cry Jose had climaxed, shudders racking his body as his seed had spilled on the massive form crowding close to his own. That relentless grasp had held him securely as his exhausted body went limp, his release more powerful due to the overload of adrenaline that had been flooding it previously.

The creature’s hands had milked his draining cock for every drop and a cool draft had washed over his exposed groin when their heated warmth had left him. Jose had cracked open his eyes to see those hands spreading his sticky semen over its own purplish red erection. Thick pre cum was weeping from the winking slit on the broad head and mixing with his cooling seed as the creature covered its straining shaft with the combination of both of their fluids. Then Jose had been effortlessly spun around until he faced the grey wall, his wrists still pinned over his head and hard hands had gripped his hips. Clawed thumbs had dug into his buttocks parting them and he realized, as the wet blunt head of the other’s erection probed him, that the only lubrication used would be his own previous release.

Jose had only seen erections the size of the creature’s in porno flicks and doubted his body could accommodate its girth and length with out splitting him in two. Whimpering he had arched away only to press against the cold, stone wall. Furred covered thick thighs had crowded against the back of his and the cock had slid past his anus to rub in the shadowy crevice of his parted buttocks. As the heavy furry sack had brushed against his while the creature ground into his helplessly trapped body, Jose had finally found his voice.

“No!” Jose had whispered in a gasping tone, “Only Dante.”

He thought the creature hesitated and claws lightly raked the daemonic symbol of possession that his master had marked him with low on his spine just above the crevice of his ass. Suddenly the wall in front of him disappeared and a wide, well lighted hallway was shown. Jose was abruptly pushed away and stumbling he struggled with his torn jeans as he had ran towards freedom. A bellowing roar followed him as he had staggered into the open area that he recognized as the lower most level of the Inferno known as Purgatory.

He had paused, swaying, surrounded by empty tables and booths and a frowning Dante had swiftly stridden into view. Sobbing with relief, Jose had gratefully allowed the larger man to scoop him up against the warm muscled chest. Over the broad shoulder he rested his head on Jose remembered seeing the waiter loitering in the back of the room, a smirk curling his lips. Later, Jose that been told in a hushed whisper by Craig that Dante had sent the young man into the Maze and he was never seen again. Jose still shivered thinking of that. The maze itself had immediately been closed to the public and his new master had been absent for long periods of time until it reopened a week later.

It had taken Jose months to work up his nerve to reenter the Maze and never alone again. Every time he would feel warm breath blowing in his hair and the brush of fur and he knew the Maze Master watched him with disturbing intensity while hidden in the shadows.

Jose determinedly drew the loofa sponge over his wet flesh as he concentrated on his shower and not the memories surfacing unbidden in his mind. He paused in surprise as his soapy hand encountered his erection. He tucked his chin to his chest to stare down at his flushed swollen shaft and tried to convince himself that remembering the encounter with the other daemon in the safety of his shower was not remotely arousing.

The past experience had been frightening and the creature was not physically appealing at all. It resembled a big cow, Jose reminded himself. He had discovered later that ancient Minotaurs had worshiped that species of daemon as gods and often severed as followers and servants to them. Well more like a big bull, a traitorous part of his brain compared as it recalled the massive cock and furred scrotum that had hung heavy and low. His ass clenched in remembrance of the insistent prodding of the beast before it halted when it discovered Dante’s mark of ownership. Probably fear of the more powerful daemon was the only thing that had saved him from a ruthless reaming. It certainly couldn’t have been his whispered refusal.

Confused by the direction his musing was taking; Jose rinsed quickly and turned off the water. Dripping on another plush mat he briskly toweled dry and willed his erection to subside. It had seemed wrong to jack off in the warm water knowing his arousal was somehow caused by the memories of the creature. He became annoyed when his cock refused, continuing to bob in the moist steam surrounding him. Jose paused at the door and was relieved to hear only silence form the other side. Happy that he had avoided another disturbing meeting with the Maze Master, especially since he still sported an aching hard on, he pushed the door open. He was proved mistaken as a soft, lust filled moan drifted to his ears. Jose knew that sound well, having countless times made his Master utter it. He helplessly continued to open the door and allowed his gaze to watch the scene in front of him.

His Master was sprawled on the huge bed, his long legs spread wantonly wide as the man creature knelt awkwardly between them. Dante’s cock was engulfed in the other daemon’s mouth and the horned head moved back and forth as it worked the hidden shaft. Jose saw a furry ear flick in his direction before a yellow orange eye rolled his way but the Maze Master didn’t pause in his ministrations. One set of arms braced the huge beast while the other cradled Dante’s lean hips in a firm grasp. Jose watched as his Master reached down and grasped the black horns, his hips arching off the tangled sheets to thrust up into the waiting mouth. Jose felt his own erection twitch in response and his hand slid down his flat belly to cup it gently as he groaned.

At his sound Dante turned his head and Jose glimpsed patience as well as passion as his Master waited for him to decide what he was going to do. Absently stroking his swollen shaft, Jose considered his options. He could retreat back into the bathroom but that seemed too cowardly. He could casually stroll across the room and enter his own. Though Dante insisted that his slaves sleep with him, Jose had an adjoining room filled with his personal possessions and clothes. Or he could simply join them, as he would not hesitate to do if anyone else but the Maze Master had been giving his master such a superb blow job. Dante’s steady, tawny gaze silently expressed which option his Master wished he would choose.

Taking a deep fortifying breath, Jose walked towards the bed and saw Dante’s small pleased smile. His gaze left his Master’s face to skitter nervously over the hulking furred form of the other daemon. The oversized genitals he remembered were hidden from view by the kneeling position of the other male, just the flexing, furred buttocks visible. Jose frowned slightly as he drew nearer and his gaze flashed upwards to the mirrored interior of the massive canopy bed. There, at the base of the other daemon’s spine, branded bare in the thick chestnut coat of fur was Dante’s familiar mark. Jose’s dark eyes widened at this new knowledge. The Maze Master might be bigger, meaner and definitely hairier, but in reality was just like him. Feeling more confident, Jose crawled onto the bed.



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