Dante's Dungeon

Author’s Note: this is a PWP so please do not expect any plot etc. Even though the setting is going to be of a high class B/d club I have no actual experience in one (yet !) and if there are any mistakes in my fictional portrayal please accept my apologies – and then e-mail me with details !!!

WARNING: this story will have in it- lots of slashy goodness, bondage, D/s, spanking, whipping and flogging, piercings, rimming, oral and anal sex, toys, kinks and fetishes and anything else naughty I can think of. Enjoy !!

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Dante’s Dungeon

“My tail is cold,” Dante complained, knowing there was a slight whine in his sleepy tone. He snuggled closer to his naked, mostly human lover and wound his mentioned appendage around Jose’s muscular thigh.

“It’s covered in fur,” was Jose’s reply, his voice soft and sleepy, carrying the musical accent of his Hispanic heritage.

Jose’s strong fingers stroked Dante’s ebony furred cat-like tail as he spoke. Dante’s tail had a prehensile nature and he could use the tip to tease the trimmed curls gracing his lover’s groin, as he started to do now. The absently petting hand tightened and a low needy groan was heard. Dante grinned and nuzzled the dark sable curls his face was buried in.

“You know what the problem is, don’t you?” Jose asked, smugness in his tone.

Dante shook his head, knowing his lover could feel the movement and enjoying the sensation of the silky curls against his lips. The strong fingers caressing his tail ghosted along its twined length and reached back so they could brush Dante’s bare flank and buttock.

“It’s really your ass that’s cold and the reason for that is my usual spot is behind you.”

“You know I can’t rest unless I’m holding someone,” Dante knew there was definitely a whine in his voice now. Not exactly the best thing to maintain his tough Dom image, he thought wryly.

“You’re still not used to it being just me.” Jose gently reminded him as he wiggled and turned on his back.

Dante raised himself up on to his elbow so he could admire the handsome beauty sharing his bed. He refused to pout as he gazed at his long time lover. Deep dark eyes looked up at him, sharp with intelligence and full sensual lips parted; preparing to speak of something Dante didn’t want to discus again. He ran his palm down the firm curving muscles of Jose’s chest, his fingers pausing to flick the platinum nipple rings, the black diamonds adorning them glittering in the low light of the room. He was rewarded with a soft gasp but the determined glint did not fade. He bent to capture those full lips with his own, though the next low question caused Dante to still.

“Do you still miss them and feel disloyal about replacing them?”

Dante shook his head, his shaggy black hair falling around his chiseled face.

“I always knew Craig was a switch, though he started as my sub. It was natural for him to develop his more dominant side especially when he started falling for Mina. I knew before I picked her to join us in my bed that eventually they would pair up.” He paused, a small grin curling his mouth. “The idea of them doing the suburban dream just with the spare room done up as a dungeon instead of a home office is cute. And perfect for them.” Dante added firmly.

Jose’s dark gaze narrowed. “This orgy size bed feels kinda empty with just me and you in it.”

“Lots of times we have sleepovers with guests,” Dante reminded him, an amused smirk on his face. “Guests I let you help me pick out.”

“And they hope to wake up here and stay, not just to fill Craig and Mina’s old spots, but mine as well.”

Dante’s face grew stern at this new knowledge, his mind racing over the last few weeks trying to remember anyone who had been rude to his beloved.

Jose continued, “I’m starting to dislike all the strangers and I also miss having people around to do things with while you’re busy helping your father run the club.”

“You want me to find new, permanent subs.” Dante frowned. “I thought you would like being the only one. I remembered when you first joined me you were unsure of your place with Craig and Samuel already established in my bed.”

A firm palm reached up to cup his jaw, “That was years ago, I no longer doubt that you can love more than one person at a time.”

Dante bent his head letting his lips brush Jose’s in a lingering caress before he whispered, “I don’t want you to think you aren’t enough for me.”

The palm that had stayed cupping his jaw while they kissed urged him to look into Jose’s eyes.

“Dante, I really am not ‘enough’ for you.”

Dante began to protest and Jose’s hand moved so his fingers covered his master’s lips, gently silencing him.

“Your father is an Incubus and when you are full grown you can feed less often than him, but right now you are still a ‘growing little half-n-half daemon’. The smattering of daemon blood I possess helps my stamina, but we both know that I alone cannot sustain you.”

Dante frowned down into Jose’s teasing face but knew it was the truth. From his father he had inherited a sensual hunger that had to be appeased; from his cat daemon mother he had gotten his tail. The tail was much easier to deal with, he decided wryly.

“We can start looking around, see if anyone suits,” Dante slowly agreed. “And I’m six foot two.” He reminded Jose, not liking the ‘little’ description.

Jose gave a soft squeal, ignoring the annoyed part of what Dante said. “You know how I love shopping.”

Dante kissed his delighted lover and was promptly rolled over on his back. The Latino man had once been a gymnast and his superb body was still layered with limber muscles. Jose wiggled so he straddled his much larger lover and braced his hands on Dante’s broad chest. Dante assumed a mock stern expression.

“I considered this request and now you believe you can take liberties?” Dante’s voice was low and rough, his tawny eyes narrowed as he looked up at his impetuous lover.

His Latino lover’s dark gaze now glittered with sensual hunger. The smaller man rubbed his naked buttocks teasingly against Dante’s hair roughened thighs. Dante enjoyed the sensual drag of his slave’s smoothly shaven scrotum on his skin even as he pretended to glare up at Jose. He admired the beauty of his lover as he acted annoyed. Sleep tousled sable curls spilled almost down to broad shoulders as Jose’s compact, muscular body squirmed on his larger one. His slave’s sculptured chest was bare of hair and large coppery colored masculine nipples were adorned with his master’s jewelry. Taut golden brown skin covered firm muscles and a flat stomach. Just below his small navel started a dark treasure trail that Dante refused him permission to shave away. The daemon loved to torment his slave by licking that sparse, silky line of hair to reach and play in the trimmed thatch it lead to.

Dante flicked his fingers and the low lighting of the bedside lamps grew brighter. His chambers were in the lower level of the building that was home to his father’s famous nightclub that was popular with humans as well as the cities’ supernatural residents. He enjoyed the privacy of having this floor mostly to himself and his chosen companions but Dante did miss natural lighting. He and Jose had woken from their nap sometime in the late afternoon and the room should have been flooded with sunlight, but he would make do with artificial light instead to watch his lover’s expressive face. The only other option was to have his bedroom on the living floor of the building near his parents. The embarrassment of them shouting encouragement and helpful tips through the wall during his lovemaking would be too humiliating. His thoughts were refocused on his lover when Jose wiggled back enough to rub his smooth round ass against Dante’s growing erection.

Dante gave a low groan as he felt the metallic slide of one of his slave’s piercing. Just behind his scrotum sack, in the loose delicate skin, Jose had another platinum ring. This one was plain today except for engraved scrolls of daemonic script, which contrasted wonderfully with the golden brown skin that covered his entire body including what a swim suit would hide. Dante loved the uninterrupted flow of warm color except where his rings of ownership showed. Just thinking about the visual picture of that area, with out even seeing it displayed for his pleasure, made Dante’s cock swell fuller and rise up tall behind Jose’s buttocks and back. Feeling it, Jose whimpered and wiggled back against it.

“Did I give you permission to move, mi deseo?”

Jose stilled and Dante waited, his reply would determine if they were going to play now or later. If his lover rolled his eyes, pouted in return or gave him a smart assed reply, they would continue their sensual play in a teasing, light hearted manner but it was his sub who answered.

“No, mi maestro, you did not. Punish me as you wish for I am a most disobedient slave.”

Dante held his hands flat and the symbols tattooed on his palms flared to eerie life. After a brief moment of concentration the leather shackles appeared, magically transported from their usual spot in his toy closet to his waiting hands. The leather was a supple chocolate brown with shiny, polished chains over the surface that gleamed against the dark grain. He sat up and Jose was motionless while he fastened them around his slave’s wrists and ankles. Dante snapped a wrist to an ankle on each side of his slave so Jose was securely bound while still straddling him. As he buckled them on, Dante let his fingers caress the intricately shaded tattoos of chains that Jose had done that would be hidden under the leather. His lover had had them done after Dante freed him of his forced servitude when the year of his slavery that he had given Dante as repayment was finished. The black and grey links represented Jose’s willing decision to stay with him, bound by loyalty and love rather than duty or the blood enslavement Dante had rescued him from when he had been enthralled by the vampire Jaegar.

Dante laid back and admired the picture his slave made. His eyes traced his own name tattooed over Jose’s left breast, curving over it in red and black scripted ink. The restraints forced Jose to arch his back, emphasizing the strong lines of his muscular chest and displayed the precious metal of his nipple rings, each pale circlet adorned with three flawless black diamonds. Dante reached up, helpless to stop himself from the compulsion to play with them. They were the perfect size to hook his finger tips in and tug gently. Jose whimpered in response and then bit his lips to try and stifle the betraying sound.

“No mi deseo, my desire, you don’t have to worry that I will gag you. Today I want to hear your little moans and pleas.”

Dante had raised a hand to touch Jose’s full sensual lips as he spoke and a pink tongue snuck out to lave his finger tips in a wet caress. His finger tips damp now, Dante used them to rub one of Jose’s pouting raised nipples, tormenting the crest to new hardness. He reached up with his other hand so the smaller man could do the same, but this time Jose drew them in his mouth to suck teasingly on them. He pulled them from the warm cavern of his slave’s mouth and Jose made a sulky, protesting sound that swiftly changed to a whimper as both of Dane’s hands played with his sensitive masculine disks.

After long moments of sensual torment Dante trailed his fingers down his slave’s sleekly muscled body. He ignored his slave’s erection that was arching up against his flat, panting belly to instead stroke the firm tendons of Jose’s braced thighs straddling his own lean hips. Jose made minuscule motions that caused his smooth shaft to bob slightly and tried to draw his master’s attention to it. Dante chuckled evilly instead and Jose whimpered a soft plead. Dante continued to knead the smaller man’s thighs, his nails mimicking a cat’s caress as he enjoyed the pleasing picture his slave made displayed for him.

A spot of moistness made Dante drop his gaze to the desperately waiting cock weeping a thin trail of gleaming pre cum onto his own belly. As if sensing his now interested regard, the thick column of flesh quivered. Dante dipped a finger in the offering and Jose moaned as he watched his master taste him. His finger returned to become damp and slick and then Dante used that wetness to rub and torment the sensitive skin surrounding Jose’s frenum piercing. On the underside of his slave’s cock, just below the flared head, was another ring bearing a large black diamond. He hooked his finger tip in this one and pulled, causing the thin trail of pre cum to thicken and run over the back of his finger. After a few gentle tugs that Jose echoed with needy whimpers, Dante raised his finger so his slave could lick it clean before his hand returned for more sensual play.

A low command empathized by a sharp pinch on the loose skin of Jose’s scrotum instructed his sub to raise himself on his braced knees so his master could toy with his balls. Dante rolled them in his strong fingers, squeezing and reaching farther back to pull on the plain ring that adorned the back of his slave’s scrotum. His other hand had returned to toy with Jose’s frenum piercing and the alternating tugs caused the smaller man to writhe and moan. Dante collected the leaking pre cum in his palm and proceeded to roll his cupped hand over and around the mushroomed head of Jose’s shaft. The Latino man muttered in Spanish and threw his head back in ecstasy. While his lover was distracted Dante removed his hand that had been playing with the tightening roundness of Jose’s balls and held it so that when he concentrated warm oil appeared in his curving palm. He swiftly coated his own straining hardness and after it was well lubricated he positioned it so its broad, blunt head rested against the small, furled opening hidden between his slave’s buttocks. He only had to wait a fleeting moment for his lover’s reaction.

Jose’s head snapped forward so his chin rested against his heaving chest and dark, heavy lidded eyes sought his. Then soft musical pleading began as Dante teasingly rubbed the tip of his own leaking cock against the small opening of his slave’s body. The muscled taut body made miniscule movements against his master, but Jose knew better than to misbehave and lower himself without permission, though his thighs quivered with suppressed excitement as he waited. Dante smiled approvingly at his slave and his hard hands moved to grip the narrow hips hovering above him. His fingertips unconsciously kneaded the firm muscled of his lover’s ass as he slowly lowered the trembling body to impale it on his smooth cock. He hadn’t stretched his lover and made the decent inch by inch despite Jose’s greedy desperation.

When the broad head of his cock fully breeched the tight ring of muscle Jose pleaded for more. Dante ignored him and continued his tormentingly gradual penetration. He hissed with delight as clenching warmth encased his hardness and Jose tightened his inner muscles around him. They both gave low groans of contentment when Dante’s cock was buried fully and Jose’s ass rested flush against his thighs, their shaven scrotums pressed together with wonderful friction as they rocked. Dante’s strong grip on his slave’s slender hips restricted the smaller man’s movements and Jose begged, wanting more. Dante relented and urged his slave to raise himself slightly on his knees while his own feet pressed flat against the mattress. Short powerful surges filled his slave’s ass as Dante stroked within the tight tunnel his cock was thrusting into.

One of his hands stayed on Jose’s thigh to steady him and silently remind his slave to remain still while the other returned to play with his lover’s cock and balls. Alternating between the two equally sensitive spots he drove Jose past the point of being able to make coherent pleads to whining and whimpers. His own daemon hunger was slowly feeding off the writhing waves of pleasure his lover was emanating. Needing more, his own erection beginning to drive him to a higher plateau, Dante sat up, his arms encircling his slave and holding Jose during the changing of position. One muscular arm banded around the Latinos narrow waist and Dante began to raise and lower his lover on his cock. He experimented and moved the smaller man until he discovered the angle that caused Jose to emit keening, uncontrollable cries of passion. Continuing to hit that spot deep with in his lover’s body, Dante buried his free hand in the thick silky locks of Jose’s sable hair. With unrelenting gentle force, Dante caused his slave to bare his neck. Jose made low, needy sounds knowing from past, countless lovemaking sessions what was coming next.

For years the smaller man had been a blood toy to vampires and this time had caused his neck to become almost unbearably sensitive. Dante scraped his own teeth against that taut tanned skin. The daemon did not possess the long retractable fangs of the walking dead, but his cat daemon heritage from his mother had given him short sharp canines that he used to torment his slave. He opened his lips and slightly pierced the quivering skin to produce a thin trickle of crimson blood and pressed them against Jose’s neck and sucked. Dante increased the pace of his manipulation of Jose’s body, causing the room to fill with the slapping sound of flesh on flesh. Growling against his slave’s skin, Dante forced Jose to slam up and down on him as the bound man was helpless to help or hinder. Ruthlessly, Dante plundered his lover’s body as Jose’s high keening cries rang around them. Dante felt Jose’s trapped cock rub against his hard belly made slick with the other man’s pre cum.

Finally, unable to suppress the sensations coursing wildly through his body, Dante climaxed inside the clenching tightness of his slave’s arched body. As he felt the thick, heated slash of his seed coat his slave’s inner channel he pinched the other man’s taut flank, a silent signal of permission between them. Sobbing with relief, Jose spent his own spurting release over his master’s stomach. Jerking against each other, Dante moved and captured his lover’s lips in a long, lusty kiss. He shuddered and held his lover’s trembling body close as his Incubus hunger fed greedily on their passion.

He collapsed back on the bed and a flicker of his fingers caused the leather restraints binding his slave to loosen and fall next to them on the mattress. He cradled Jose’s limp, boneless form as the other man panted, sprawled on his chest. He moved to steal another kiss but Jose burrowed his mouth against his neck.

“Gross, I have nap breath.” Dante heard the muffled mutter.

He laughed into the tousled sable curls and slapped the sweat dampened buttock of his lover. With the scene over his slave’s docile behavior had disappeared and Dante was fine with that. He couldn’t stand the pressure of being a 24/7 master and as long as he was obeyed most of the time; his possessive daemonic nature was appeased, just as his sensual hunger had been. His hands soothingly stroked Jose’s back as his cock softened, still partly inside the other man. His mind reluctantly returned to the earlier conversation and he had a few remaining worries that his lover would be hurt if he took more to his bed.

Dante softly whispered, “Are you sure you are okay with sharing me?”

“After that exhausting performance I am even more convinced.” Was the tired, sated reply murmured against his neck.

Dante stretched his large, muscled body and stared at the ceiling. He wondered what, or more accurately who, the coming evening would bring him.

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