Sequel to The Silk Dungeon
To celebrate their second anniversary, Victor and Nick have invited their usual group of friends to a weekend of fun in the Silk Dungeon, Victor’s BDSM basement sex den. Peter, a member of their group, brings a couple he knows from work, Joey and Marco. Marco has a few fantasies he has wanted to satisfy that he can definitely experiment with in the Silk Dungeon, but Joey not only seems to be on a different wavelength, Nick wonders if he wants to be here at all.
It's not just Nick who notices. When they aren’t playing around or recovering from scenes, everyone conspires behind Joey’s and Marco’s back to ensure the newcomers will have a good time and leave with a stronger relationship than when they arrived.
With Joey acting uneasy and hesitant to speak up about his problems, and Marco so swept up in the possibilities around him, he doesn’t have much of a chance to talk things out with his partner, there’s only one thing that can prove once and for all if they have what it takes to survive: turning the Silk Dungeon into an escape room.
“So here we are again, Mr. Loredon.” Victor adjusted his black latex gloves, stretching them and letting them snap back against his wrists. He smirked at his bound victim. “I’ve been generous the past few days, but I’m losing my patience. Gentle persuasion and niceties won’t cut it anymore. Now the situation calls for a more ... firm touch.” He grabbed Nick by the jaw. “What did you get me for our anniversary?”
Nick willed his smile to be less delighted and more smug. He clenched his fists, flexing his forearms against the restraints of his bondage chair. Russel and James had generously given them the chair as a Christmas gift, and due to Nick’s fondness for interrogation fantasies, it quickly became his favorite piece of furniture in the dungeon, surpassing even the Saint Andrew’s Cross.
“Not telling,” he said in a sing-song voice that was muffled slightly by Victor’s grip.
Victor had indeed been trying for days to get Nick to drop a hint about his gift. Last year, they had exchanged both their anniversary and birthday gifts on the same day, since Nick’s birthday was a month before their anniversary and Victor’s was only a few weeks after. They planned to do the same this year, except Nick had casually mentioned he wanted to combine them into one especially good gift, then refused to elaborate. Dangling such a juicy secret in front of Victor meant his partner would try anything to get him to reveal it.
When pleading, bargaining, and bribing hadn’t worked, Victor had practically dragged Nick down to his basement sex dungeon, strapped him to the chair, locked his cock into a cage, and began the interrogation. Sometimes he would gel and comb his honey-blonde hair into a supervillainous slicked-back style, but today it was barely in its usual side part. Rather than the calm and collected villain, he was half-mad with curiosity. “That iron-clad will of yours has a weak spot somewhere,” Victor growled. “And I intend to find it.”
All the tools Victor needed were laid out neatly on a nearby table. First, Victor took a glass of ice, the exterior dripping with condensation. He pressed the glass to Nick’s balls. Nick reflexively tensed and shuddered. The cold made his whole body lock up and for a moment he couldn’t breathe. He squirmed, but his legs were bound as tightly as his wrists. His cock retreated back into its cage, where a moment ago it had been straining for release.
“I’ll accept a hint,” Victor said.
“No,” Nick replied, his throat tight. He took short quick breaths through his mouth. His balls were now hiding somewhere near his liver to get warm again.
Victor removed an ice cube from the glass. He rolled it over in his gloved hand. “I wonder how long this would take to melt inside you,” he said, eyeing Nick’s asshole.
Nick shrunk into the chair, struggling to close his thighs, which only pressed the frigid glass closer to him. There were many things he could tolerate, and many things they had tried over the past couple years, but he had never taken an ice cube up his ass and something told him he wouldn’t enjoy it. “Not long enough to have an effect on me,” he said boldly, though he shivered from the chill emanating up his core.
“Perhaps not.” Instead, Victor pressed the ice against Nick’s chest, rubbing it from nipple to nipple until they both stood at full attention. Nick could see what was coming next, and while he knew he wouldn’t like it, he also knew he could handle it. Victor secured the nipple clamps with care. He twisted one and grinned at Nick’s yelp.
When Victor twisted it harder, Nick exclaimed, “Rabbit!” Victor, respecting their established slow word, let go of the clamp, whispered a quick apology, then said in his dom voice, “I can see you starting to crack. Let me see if I can wedge that crack open some more ...”
Victor had selected a wide variety of toys. It was a familiar tactic, planned to throw Nick off so he wouldn’t know which one Victor would use. Victor hovered his hand over a few before grabbing a thick curved dildo with large ridges. He coated it generously with lube. “You brought this upon yourself,” he said.
“Worth it,” Nick replied. His body heat was counteracting the cold of the glass, to the point where he was almost comfortable.
However, the glass returned to the table. Victor stood between Nick’s legs so he could hold Nick’s thighs open. Nick readjusted himself in the chair to better expose his asshole.
“Oh, you’re all enthusiastic about it now,” Victor said, “but you’ll be begging for a way to end it soon.” He eased one of his gloved fingers inside Nick, then a second, then a third, each in rapid succession but gradual enough to properly prepare his hole. “This is the last time I’m going to ask nicely, then I’ll let my little friend here have a turn with you.”
Nick smirked. “Okay, one hint.”
Victor blinked in disbelief. His fingers temporarily halted, the middle one pushed right against Nick’s prostate. “Alright, let’s hear it.”
Nick’s smile stretched across his flushed face. “You’re really going to like what I got you.”
