The Bottoms Of The Story

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, soft, hesitant, as if 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, the faint rustle of her feet barely audible over the sound of his breathing.

He was laid out naked, his smooth, hairless body strapped to the mattress. A thick, leather blindfold obscured his eyes, and the glint of metal caught her attention, an intricate chastity cage locked snugly around him.

"Hi there," she said, in a bright voice, hoping to cut through the tension she sensed. "I'm Allie."

She could understand why he sounded so fragile, he was in quite a predicament. And just like her he had probably expected to spend the rest of his time here alone in the room. It wasn't often that a slave was dismissed by their owner on free-use night at the dungeon.

Allie sat down on the bed next to his, close enough that she could hear the subtle creak of the mattress under his restrained body. He didn't offer his name or say anything more, his stillness returning except for the slow, 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 hesitated, his lips parting as if searching for the right words.

"My Mistress brought her boyfriend," he said finally, his voice quiet, almost bitter. "She's spending the rest of the night with him."

Allie knew how it felt to be discarded like that. She felt a small pang of sympathy for him. Maybe he needed company as much as she did tonight.

"You're not going to ask about me?" she teased, letting her tone lift, playful and light.

He chuckled. ""Alright," he said, with a hint of a smile in his voice. "How 'bout you?"

"Why, thanks for asking!" Allie's grin widened, and a bit of her cheerful, teasing nature slipped through. "My Master's got himself a second slave. Guess he's busy giving her some training tonight. To make up for it, he's 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, his reaction endearing in its own vulnerable way.

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 had earned her submission. But when she had the chance, she preferred to set the tone, to be the one calling the shots. And right now, the boy bound up on the bed next to her, with his helpless, innocent reactions, was starting to draw her in.

"You come here often? I don't think I've ever seen you."

"Mistress just moved us here, this is our first night attending."

Allie raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Moved us?" she repeated. "You live with your Mistress?"

"Yeah," he said, almost matter-of-factly. "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, still and thoughtful. 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.

Then, he shifted slightly, testing his restraints, his chest rising and falling with a deeper, steadying breath. She wondered if he was wrestling with his own desires, maybe even hoping he could bend the rules, just a little.

"I... I don't mind if you want to."

It was all the invitation Allie needed. She climbed in, laying on her side, pressing against him, her 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, the steady rise and fall of his breath, as if grounding herself.

But her mind still buzzed with questions.

"So, you do 24/7 with your Mistress," she murmured, her voice soft but probing, her fingers lightly tracing the line of 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 him. He was too cute.

"Her husband handles my hygiene breaks," he said, his voice low and controlled, as if rehearsed. "But yeah, other than that, I've been locked up since I turned eighteen."

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..." His blush deepened, but she could tell that he enjoyed the probing, the humiliation of the admission. "There's other ways for boys to reach orgasm."

"Oh yeah..." Allie's giggle took some of the worry away from his face. "I'm aware of the theory on that one."

"What about you?" She was enjoying his sudden interest. "Do you date your Master?"

"No," she said with a shrug, her tone casual. "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 reveling in the unexpected closeness of their touch. There was something special here, something she'd not expected from a play session at the dungeon. But the perverted part of Allie's mind knew that just like her, he had to be overwhelmed by the strong scent of cum coming off her skin.

As 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 satisfaction through her. Despite the intensity of his lifestyle, there were places, intimate places, where she knew more than he did, and it stirred something within her

She had been denied an orgasm earlier tonight, leaving an unresolved ache in her body. The intimacy, 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, savoring the way the tension in his body. Her touch grew a bit bolder, fingers trailing down his torso, teasing him.

"I mean, I wouldn't want to get you in trouble," she added, her tone light but laced with a hint of mischief. "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..."

She watched the jolt that ran through his body, the way his breath caught in his throat. He knew exactly what she was asking of him, but he didn't answer right away. Instead, he fell silent, and she could almost see the wheels turning in his head, his mind slipping back into that careful, measured place, calculating the consequences.

He was running through his earlier D/s arithmetic, trying to determine if he could risk it, and if whatever she was offering would be worth the inevitable punishment from his Mistress.

The silence stretched, and Allie found herself holding her breath, waiting. 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, her voice barely audible, but full of need. "Just... a little help."

"Sure." He sounded uncertain. "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 small, playful grin, she shifted and got up on her knees, careful not to jostle him or bump her head against the top bunk. She looked down at his frail, restrained frame, her 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 if she were to lay back down she could 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, moving in slow motion as it fell, 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 then 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, and 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, as she felt him push harder, licking and sucking as if he'd been starved for this moment. She couldn't help but smile, a mix of relief and raw, electric desire. He wasn't just willing, he was eager.

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, and every sensation seemed to ripple through her, blurring her thoughts into a haze of pleasure. Her mind was scrambled, her senses overwhelmed.

Still, through the fog, she noticed the Prince Albert piercing, a lock passing through his flesh, keeping him secured in the cage. The sheer debauchery of the sight sent another shiver through her body. This boy was full of surprises, and combined with the expert way he was eating her out, it only made Allie grow more fascinated by him.

She was now laying 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 of 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 little tied up slave, locked between her legs. He moved with precision and hunger, each flick and press sending another wave radiating from her pussy and clit to the rest of her body.

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. Against him, he could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

She laid sprawled on top of him for a little while, immobile, happily processing what had just happened. 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. He had never brought to that level of bliss.

Slowly, almost as if trying not to break the magic of the moment, Allie shifted, rolling over and nestling into his side. She pressed her body against his, their heads now close, so close she could hear the faint sound of his breathing. Even in the relative darkness she could see that his face was a drenched, glistening mess.

Without a word, she began to lick the soft skin that was free from the blindfold. She moved deliberately, savoring the taste that lingered on his skin. The tanginess of her own pleasure, mixed with the salty traces of the men from earlier. As she got closer to his mouth, she could feel him shift, his breath warm against her lips, and then he moved up, closing the small gap between them to kiss her.

They were slow, hesitant at first, as if testing the waters. But then it deepened, his lips parting against hers, and she could taste everything. Herself, him, the remnants of the night. It was messy, wet, and perfect. As Allie kissed him back, her hands moved up to cradle his face. It wasn't just about lust anymore; it was about connection, the intimacy that had bloomed in the most unexpected of places, and she wanted to hold onto it, if only for a little while longer.

"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 having rocked her world with just his tongue brought in him a quiet sense of pride.

She shifted slightly, finding a more comfortable spot, their legs tangled together. The room was quiet, save for the soft, steady sound of their breathing, and she felt herself slowly sinking into the warmth, ready to settle for the night. Her fingers gently traced his jaw, then running through his hair, a tender, soothing motion that seemed to lull them both.

"I'll make it up to you if you get in trouble for this." She was murmuring into his neck now, her lips brushing against his skin as she spoke, her body relaxing against his. "I promise."