It still felt so weird to have gotten a random flyer to a thrill event that had the strangest google listing, no pictures, no description, no website,but tons and tons of 5 star reviews. Needing at least some info I decided to read most of the reviews which only peeked my interests more, "literal best time of my life" "what a great time" "way better than I could have imagined" My senses were telling me that I should be cautious because this is how every horror movie goes. Weird listed facility, raped and murdered woman in the headlines shortly after.
So realizing there might have been danger I decided to invite my best friend Louis to go with me. We'd been friends for years, with all the same likes and interests but taking that leap and being vulnerable to tell him? Ya not easy.. instead I just keep him in a safe little friend zone inside my head. I mean, does he sometimes spill out of that zone and into my fantasies while I'm masturbating? How couldn't he, every time we hang out I swear to god he purposely wears the thinnest pants and I can see every single curve and line of his cock, except that is, just exactly how big it gets when he's hard. *Sigh* maybe someday I won't have to imagine those details, but for now we'll be best friends who understand each other to a "T" and are always there for each other.
Which was why I invited him along on this trip to the Daring Dungeon. The flyer alone had me hooked, a dark red glossy Willy wonka looking ticket with gold foil edges and swirls. Clearly it doesn't take much for me to bite and take the bait. Curiosity and the cat and all that.
The date of event and the address was on the back along with the inscription "a daring adventure awaits if you dare venture beyond the gates" Louis was more than geeked, and couldn't wait to find out what sort of escape room, or tour, or freaky ass sex club we just got invited to. This is why we're best friends because he's game for all of it, everything, even if only to share the inside joke together later on.
With the day arriving I decided that because I didn't exactly know what I was getting myself into, I'd wanted to wear something that could work for an escape room so I defaulted to a loose black crop top and some torn up light denim high waisted shorts that just happened to show a little under ass cheek curve and underneath all that was something a little more exciting, ya know, just in case it was a freaky ass sex club.
Louis picked me up from my studio apartment and god his car smelled good. Not like the rank ass cologne so many douches bathed in but him, clean and simple. He looked so good tonight, sides of his head shaved with the thick blonde hair on top French braided down his back, just enough beard and a crisp grey t shirt that perfectly complimented his dark tan skin tone. "You ready to die tonight?" Louis joked. And all I could do was laugh nervously and wonder.. was this a mistake? We laughed and joked the entire ride about every possibility that we were about to walk into.
We parked and walked around to the back of the building and the entrance looked like an old grey stone brick archway. Dark and eerie was an understatement. We stepped in the archway seeing the gate was slightly ajar, we pushed it open and peered around, inside we could see soft red lighting just around the corner of the room and as we both looked at each other the gates closed behind us.
Feeling around for the clasp to get back out, my hand slipped into a palm shaped inset in the stone, as soon as my hand fit in the handprint I felt instantly at ease, completely relaxed and then caught a scent in the air.
A scent that filled my nose and head at the same time, almost giving me a luscious haze to my thinking and my body. Louis hearing me let out a big sigh started asking what was wrong and started feeling around too, it wasn't long before his hand also found the groove and he said "whoa dude the air in here just got a lot... different." I had no idea what different meant for him but it meant a swelling ache between my legs. Trying to shrug it off I suggested we go and try to find the way out and we headed towards the red glow at the far end of the room. It seemed to me the closer we got to the red glow the stronger the scent was in the air and the more my clit swelled and ached for something to rub against it and the seam of my shorts was beginning to be only an aggravating tease.
I was leading the way when my foot slipped on some loose stone, stumbling backwards to keep from falling Louis caught my left elbow and my right arm caught his right leg and uh.. what was that my arm just brushed against? Laughing Louis helped me up and said "yeah so the smell in here for some reason is having an effect on the lower half of my body it seems, sorrry about that". I'll be thanking the creepy dungeon gods for that fall for a long time I think to myself, and stored the mental picture my mind traced of Louis' hard cock for a later time when I was in bed and had my favorite dildo at hand. "Yeah that smell is.. intense huh? Glad I'm not the only one feeling it"
As we got to the doorway of the red glowing room we saw on the ground two black, silk, billowy cushions, roughly the size of twin mattresses. Looking around the red glow seemed to be coming from nowhere specific, almost like an energy in the room and not entirely like a light at all, although with the syrupy haze this air had on my senses I could be tripping my ass off and I don't think I'd know it.
As we walked in looking for a doorway that led out of this room we realized the one that we'd come in by was gone, no frame, no opening, nothing, just stone. Louis and I looked at each other, both seeing the panic rising in our eyes when the fruity, exotic thick air got stronger and at this point there was no hiding the effect the air was having on Louis' lower half. I blushed and turned away pretending to look for seams and cracks in the wall all the while my mind kept surging these erotic images of a thick hard cock up close and cuming, and then more images of a hand stroking a hard cock. Shaking my head and trying to think straight, I sat on the edge of the cushion hoping to re center myself but as I sat down it was like I tapped into the dungeons energy source.
I could feel the dungeons energy. Hungry and aching but not violent, only warm and inviting. Instantly Louis' face was in my face and he was shaking my shoulders, "hey man you weren't answering me you seemed out of it, you ok?" "Yeah no I'm ok but maybe we should just sit down and think for a minute, try to figure out what's going on?" So Louis sat down on the other cushion and seemed to relax a bit more than before, his shoulders slacking a bit and then I saw his hands grip his knees like he was trying really hard to hold something back.
A Part of me wanted to get up and check on him but a much bigger part of me couldn't help stroking the black silky cushion I sat upon. The cool soft silk slipping between my fingers my mind racing about how that silk might feel against my hard nipples. My nipples tightened through the holes of my pink fishnet bralette in response to the thought only making my head more foggy. When I looked over at Louis again he'd gone from sitting to laying on his back and his breathing had quickened and the throbbing length in his shorts only seemed to strain more.
