Nathan's Mistress was pulling him by his leash. He was doing his best to keep his balance despite the tugs on his collars and the constricting straitjacket around his torso. They were going through a corridor with large holes cut through the walls.
From each of them was hanging a pair of legs and a butt. Some hung limply, their feet anchored to the ground, while others were spread wide, suspended with their groins tilted upward, inviting the attention of any passerby.
Patrons of the dungeon were already indulging. Soft gasps and the rhythmic slap of flesh echoed through the air. Nathan's eagerness only grew at their sight, overtaking his apprehension. He would soon join them, on offer for anyone to take.
His Mistress' grip on the leash tightened, and he felt the weight of his exposure. He only wore the straitjacket, her unforgiving metal collar, the chastity cage locked around him, and a large buttplug.
She unlocked a door, and they entered a brightly lit little room. Two holes faced one another on each side of the room. A narrow table linked them, one half already occupied by a thin woman with striking green hair. She was on her back, her lower half hanging through the opening, her hands tied to the ground by a pair of chains.
"Hello," she greeted them cheerfully despite her current predicament. Her eyes grew wide as they landed on Nathan.
For his part, even if her face was not familiar, he recognized the voice. It belonged to Allie, the slave who had joined him in the cool-down room a few weeks ago, where he'd been tied down and blindfolded. His Mistress had not been pleased when he confessed what they'd done together, and he could still remember the pain of her whip against his ass and back.
But before she could get him into further trouble, Allie's head lolled back, and she moaned in pleasure. She'd caught the attention of someone on the other side of the wall.
"How lucky for you, boy," his Mistress chuckled at the display. "You get to spend the evening tied up with a cute girl."
Had she planned this? No way, she'd been genuinely hurt that he used his tongue on another woman without asking for permission first.
Mistress closed the door and patted the empty side of the table. "Up you go," she commanded gently yet firmly.
Nathan shuffled awkwardly. With his arms imprisoned in the straitjacket, he had to rely solely on his legs to climb up the table. Allie's eyes would flicker on him curiously from time to time. But her attention quickly shifted back, her lithe body moving rhythmically from the effort of her unseen lover.
At least Nathan assumed she was being fucked. Her tiny tits jiggled, making them even more enticing, and the skin above them had turned red, slicked with sweat. Her moans were soft but growing louder, and for a moment, he just smiled at her sight. She was really enjoying herself.
"On your belly," Mistress snapped him out of his reverie. "Hurry up."
Nathan obeyed instantly. The chastity cage clinked on the table as he lowered himself and maneuvered his lower body through the hole until he found the ground of the corridor under his feet.
When he was flushed against the surface, Mistress pulled a strap from under the table and tied it to the D-ring on his collar, tightening it to make sure he would not be able to move around much once his ankles got restrained too.
"There we go," she bent over him to put a loving kiss on his shoulder. "Enjoy yourself, pet. I'll be back to fetch you after the party. Try not to drool on the pretty girl too much." Despite her distraction, Allie still giggled, delighted at the compliment.
His Mistress did not look back as she left the room. An instant later, Nathan felt bindings being secured around his ankles and the metal butt plug he'd worn being pulled out. He knew that in this position, his asshole would be completely exposed, his locked-up cock hanging low, out of the way.
In his restraints, his head was right next to Allie's. She looked downright sinful, bobbing up and down the table as the stranger thrust into her. Her shoulder-length green hair was splayed over the table, the floral scent that clung to it wafting up to his nose. She was looking at him too, a happy smile on her lips as she enjoyed the rough fuck.
Suddenly he felt a cold, wet sensation between his butt cheeks. The gloved hand of a dungeon staffer was spreading lube over his asshole, making sure he was ready for whatever the first person to take an interest in him would do.
"Hey you," she managed between two thrusts.
"Hello, Allie," he answered with a grin on his face at the confirmation that she'd recognized him.
"You remember my name!" Her smile was growing too, but Nathan couldn't quite tell if it was from her recollection of their shared night or the intensifying fuck. "My Master picked me up before I could get yours."
It was strange looking at each other like that, their faces in opposite directions.
"I'm Nathan."
But Allie was too busy to answer this time. Small moans were pulsing through her. No matter how tempting the sight of her breasts might be, Nathan could not look away from her half-lidded eyes, trained right back on him.
Suddenly, her face constricted.
"What the fuck?" She scowled. "Rude! That guy just came in me and ditched." She sighed in frustration before refocusing on her companion. "I've asked around about you, Nathan. But I've not been able to find anything."
"Yeah," he chuckled. "I was grounded for two weeks when I told Mistress about eating you out. No dungeon for me."
"Poor thing," she cooed, hitting all the right spots in his mind. "I'd tell you I'm sorry," she added with a mischievous grin. "But that was the best head of my life, so..."
As she spoke, a gasp escaped Nathan, his eyes closed and his back arched. Allie waited for the initial shock to wane off his face before asking in an amused tone.
"Cock or strap-on?"
"Cock." He managed between two labored breaths.
"Big one?"
His answer was a simple nod.
"Here, let me help you." She said in a soft voice.
Allie leaned in and pressed her lips to his. It was awkward. His chin rubbed against her nose, and he moved up and down from the forceful thrusts.
But it did not matter. Like the kiss they shared during their first encounter, this was magical, like a wave of affection washed over them. She could feel his whimpering die down as his focus shifted to their sudden connection.
When they pulled back, they shared a surprised look. It hadn't been a fluke. There was something real here.
But as she was bracing herself to break the silence, Allie's face convulsed as another Dominant decided to make use of her offered body.
It was Nathan's turn to help her through rapture. He peppered her face with a flurry of light kisses, forcing a giggle out of her.
