Hello, you naughty girls and boys!
So this is and isn't a Halloween story. While the events herein do not specifically take place on All Hallows' Eve, there is a bit of a 'ghosts and goblins' feel to it. One could also argue that I should have shared a story like this before now. And yes, in time, I will offer more stories along these lines but I don't want to scare anyone away; at least not yet.
So turn down the lights and read a little about Jack.
Thanks to OneAuthor for editing (pesky commas).
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Jack was sitting in his office alone and it was rather late. No worries as he had all keys necessary to lock up his room as well as get in and out of the building and back to his car. Everyone else was gone. Well there may have been a cleaning person a few halls over, but no one was around to disturb him, so he was safe to be sitting at his desk and surfing porn.
Now some people would assume Jack was a fool to be surfing porn in his office and not the privacy of his own home, but Jack had already looked into how the University monitored internet usage and true to the school's nature their methods were...antiquated. Jack wasn't an IT specialist but when he made some inquiries about the internet access at the school, which was only installed last year, he soon realized he knew more about the field than anyone else on staff.
The reality was they didn't monitor it at all. They had a company come in and set it up, but there was no system in place and no one responsible for overseeing how it was used. Jack also had a little back up, in that if questions were ever raised he could claim it was research, either for one of his classes or a paper he was writing. As a professor of archeology and the ability to think on his feet, he was sure he could explain away any sites. 'Notice the differences in the cultural approach to sex for pleasure vs procreation'.
So safe in the knowledge that no one would ever know and that even if the impossible occurred and someone did discover his actions, he was prepared to brush them away as a necessary component of his work and not the prurient interest one might assume, he sat at his desk prepared to find some late night satisfaction.
He was always searching for something new; perhaps that went hand-in-hand with his dedication to research. He was also looking for something dirty and nasty. He had found himself drawn to a lot of fetish sites and images, whips and chains, bondage, mistresses in thigh-high leather boots, and the dungeon atmosphere.
In fact, he noticed many dungeon settings and bondage sites were using old equipment such as old iron bars and cages from old prison sites, or at least based upon some historical references. He was happy when he could identify a certain piece being used and could compare its original use to the use he could witness on the screen.
So various old-world tortures were often translated into new-world kinks, and he was perfectly okay with that. Sometimes the accessories would be as simple as manacles of a time long passed, and other times it would be strange contraptions that had been used in the treatment of mental cases when medicine was a bit more of a guessing game, practiced by corrupt people.
All these dark devices and images would stir Jack and get his heart beating faster. Tonight he had already begun his quest at a bondage dungeon site he had come across last time. It quickly linked him to another where the focus was quite intentionally on historic porn. People were dressed of the day and men and women were held in stocks while they received their punishment.
This was all good and Jack had already taken his cock in hand; his pants unzipped and open as he sat at his desk. His eyes caressed the bare bodies on the screen and he could feel the soft flesh in his hand. He also grew excited seeing the faces of fear and pain. He was enjoying this site quite a lot and was looking for the best content available.
He checked a few links but most while leading to similar scenes took him further away from this history of bondage. Then in a few link hops he noticed one that was adding a dark supernatural element. It mentioned witches but went on to mention succubi and the risks to one's very soul.
Well there were leather boots and whips which oozed the sexiness he was looking for, and the addition of fake horns or red painted skin was something different and new which was also a hook. So he followed a few links down this path, some promising but then having little to show, and he felt he may have to give up and go back to the stockades and prison site that had been working for him. Then he found the
Hellfire Dungeon
.
It was a site much like any other, though they certainly were playing up the flames and devils aspect. There were lots of fire-flickering torches and smoldering banners. The site was set up to show the dungeon was filled with devils and demons all waiting to grant your desires, but at a cost. It was well played and they hadn't skimped when they put the site together.
The dungeon was also divided into categories and levels. So if one simply was looking for bondage in a cell or slaves being lead around on a leash, you could find those on the first floor. Simple whippings and spankings were also found here and on the second floor. A quick look and it was clear the severity was the difference in where the images and video clips were placed. Simple spankings with just a red bottom would be on the first floor, but on the second floor you could find more serious canings with a lot of blood and bruising.
Bondage appeared to be everywhere but again, the more severe was located lower in the dungeon. So as the positioning of victims became more cruel or water torture was added, the activities were supposedly taking place deeper within the setting. Likewise, the use of fire became more prevalent in the lower levels.
This was quite serious and as he went looking deeper into the dungeon, he realized that the actors involved had to be much more experienced to endure these scenes. I mean, the average person just couldn't twist their body that way, or had the strength to hold themselves up to keep from being choked, or could endure that level of pain without passing out.
And all of that knowledge, those sights, those sounds, it was all building a burning fire within Jack. He was sure he could come from what he was looking over now, but he had already planned for a marathon masturbation session. He had all night if he wanted, so whenever he found himself close, he backed off. He had become something of an expert in edging himself and could go on for hours before he finally blew his load.
So while he had been getting a lot of enjoyment already, he was still consuming mass quantities of fetish filth to feed his insatiable hunger. He would scour a floor of the dungeon, experiencing all the pain and lust it had to offer and then he would sink lower and continue his search.
As he made his way through the dungeon site, he would occasionally come across various warnings. Warnings of the graphic nature of what lie beyond and that such activities weren't for everyone. Of course Jack flew past the warnings. He read them, but mostly just to have a better idea of what was coming next.
The site, as mentioned, was well put together and for some of these doorways, to keep the dream alive, he would have to submit in some way. For example there was a whipping room run by a Mistress Violencia and to gain access one had to first kiss the tip of her boot with the cursor and then kiss her whip, and finally you had to type 'whip me without mercy' into a box before you were allowed beyond.
