The Dungeon

This is the start of my Non-Con series. It is mentioned in the other story, but everything here is written in 3rd person.

This is the first night of the two bouncers that are met in the other series that I thought was a good intro to the series.

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Abbott and Marlin loved their job. They'd had a chance to switch to days and promptly denied it. While some stuff happened during the day the real benefit of the club happened at night, and they knew it. They had met on the job, first day for both of them, and within a week were introduced to the spectacle of what went on in the lower levels.

It had been simple enough. Take a girl from room three and go down the stairs. They were not expecting the metal, reinforced doors that would take a decade to siege. There was a call button that they had argued over who would push it. Finally, after a game of rock, paper, scissors that Abbott was sure his fellow bouncer had cheated, Abbott pressed the button.

"Yes?" came a voice from inside. Marlin looked at him and back to the speaker.

"Uh, I have a...girl?" Abbott stumbled over his words.

"Ah, very well. Enter."

A loud click sounded and Marlin, who wasn't carrying the unconscious girl, pulled on the handle. A door smaller than either man thought would be opened revealing a stark white interior. Both men stepped forward hearing the click behind them as soon as the door was complete.

They went down a flight of stairs and stopped in their tracks.

Before them was a dungeon like they had never seen. Metal cells, like the ones in ancient castles covered the floor. They could easily make out four shapes. Three girls and one guy.

"Yes?" came the same voice as the speaker box. Before them strode a six foot tall male, dark hair, muscled chest. What drew their attention more was that he was carrying a bull whip in one hand. "Ah, you must be the fresh meat."

"Uh..." Marlin contributed. He made a motion to Abbott standing next to him.

"We were told to bring her downstairs?" Abbott made up for his partner's lack of vocal skill.

"Yes, it. I don't know what to do with it." the man spoke as he regarded the cells. "Take it to the back...this way."

The two men followed him through the maze and were given an even better view. Two of the females were lying on half inch thin mats. One had their hands secured behind her back while the other had a gag and was hog-tied. Making their way through the strange maze the man stopped at a cell.

"Give it here." he motioned to the girl. Abbott handed the limp girl over like it was normal and watched as she was collared and secured to the floor by a chain. "Come with me, gentlemen."

Making it seem perfectly acceptable they followed him to a room that had the third girl bound to a bench, her back red with welts.

"Uh, we, uh..." Marlin once again tried his attempt at speaking.

"If you are to work evenings in this club, this is part of your duties." he explained as he freed the girl on the bench. Without a word she knelt on the floor just behind his feet. "This is my area. You may call me Master. Not as they do, but my name shall never be uttered from their lips."

"Uh, ok, sir." Abbott came in, uncomfortable with the word Master.

"I might, from time to time need you to relocate a slave from one area to the other, usually as it was, unconscious."

"Slave?" Marlin managed to utter a single word.

"Yes, gentlemen. These are may slaves. You might find, for your duties you can be compensated in different ways." he continued, reaching behind him and dragging the girl forward by the collar around her neck. "Whore?"

The girl crept forward on her knees to kneel before them. "Please, Sirs, would you like to fuck me?" her voice was so quiet they had to strain to hear.

The pair looked from her to the man standing behind her now. "Seriously?" Abbott questioned.

"Whore, take one to your cell."

The girl rose and took Abbott by the hand, leading him out of the room. They traversed the maze that led to a cell not marked any differently than any others and she once again sank to her knees. Her hands reached for his pants and he stared in shock as she undid them and brought out his cock.

Marlin watched from across the Dungeon as the girl started sucking on his friend's cock, his own hardening in his pants.

"Useless. Here." the other man spoke and the girl in restraints moved into the room and knelt before her Master. "Service our other new employee."

The girl turned to him, looking up at him expectantly. She could not provide the service the other had with her hands restrained. Marlin looked to the other man, a little uneasy. Seeing the new man's hesitance, he turned and left the new bouncer and the slave alone.

He heard the moans and breathing of his partner just as the girl's mouth came around his cock. Both men climaxed quickly, unable to believe their luck. When they dressed Whore moved to the middle of her cell, and Useless returned to the cell she came from.

Dazed the two men came back together heading toward the door, coming across the third man along the way. With a gesture he motioned the two men to the top of the stairs. The bouncers looked everywhere but at the man in front of him.

"Gentlemen, if you cannot perform this job, feel free to leave. If you remain, you will be sworn to silence about what happens here and we will conduct business as usual. Outside the Dungeon, my name is Chase, however within these walls, you do not speak that name." Chase instructed. "Once decided, we will discuss other benefit packages, and the red tape that goes along with it."

"Uh...sure..." Marlin spoke again, back to being unable to put two words together.

The bouncers wished Chase farewell and went up the stairs back to the club, words not passing between them until they passed through the double doors of the club.

"Are you coming back?" Abbott questioned the man who had started with him.

"Uh, fuck yea." Marlin agreed.