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The Dungeon (Stream Commission)
🕑 Added 2020-11-29 22:15:26 +0000 UTCI wrote this early this month, but forgot to post it. A commission for a fan! CW for some nonconsensual sexual activity.
Huh… Where am I?
I opened my eyes, but it didn’t change anything. I was in total darkness. Something rough and coarse was wrapped around my wrists, my ankles, tying me down with my limbs spread out as far as they could go.
Something in the room smelled foul, and I wrinkled my nose as I pulled against the restraints. As I did, I felt a squish and a squelch between my legs and I realized that the smell was coming from me.
I didn’t know where I was, and I didn’t know how I’d gotten there, but I knew I wanted to get out. I tried to scream, and found that I’d been gagged, a rubber something between my mouth, muffling my cries for help.
I made them anyways, wordless whimpers that fell into an empty room, and then I heard it.
Footsteps, coming down stairs.
I tensed. There was no way of knowing if it was a savior or my captor. I’d have to wait and see.
The light switched on. Standing, at the base of the stairs, was a striking man. Taller than me, dark skin, handsome yet intimidating.
“Quiet,” he said, simply, and my whimpering stopped.
With the lights on, I was able to look around and see that I was wearing a diaper, and a particularly heavy, full one at that. No other clothes, save for the ropes around my wrists and ankles. The room I was in was lit dimly, but it was clearly a dungeon, that much I knew.
Approaching, the tall figure said, “Do not move.”
I froze. He started to untie my arms and legs, and though I wanted to run, my body simply did not obey, except to let my limbs fall slack as the tension was released from them.
Paralyzed, lying there totally helpless, I watched him untape my diaper, wadding it up and tossing it aside into a pail. “You made such a little mess, didn’t you?” he commented, bending and retrieving a box of wipes and a fresh diaper from a place I couldn’t see. “I suppose that’s what happens when little toys are allowed to do whatever they like.”
I stared, afraid and humiliated as he wiped me clean, set aside the wipes, and slid a fresh diaper beneath me. Instead of taping it shut, though, he bent yet again, coming up with a thick flared plug, a heavy steel cage, and a bottle of lube.
If I could have squirmed away, I would have. His command, not to move, bounced in my head and forced me to stay still as the plug was coated in lube, pressed against me, and then slowly, forcefully, inserted deep inside me.
The plug was heavy, heavier than it looked. I felt its weight as it slid into place, penetrating deep and making me moan in spite of myself. Before I could grow hard, though, his hands deftly slid the cage into place.
I didn’t hear a click, or see a key. It just covered me, and I couldn’t see any mechanism to remove it. Before I could study the cage further, though, the man folded the diaper into place and taped it down.
“Get on your knees, my little toy,” he said, simply. I obeyed. I couldn’t not obey. I sat down on my knees, feeling the weight of the plug, feeling myself pushing against the steel cage in spite of myself.
As he unzipped his jeans, I felt the plug suddenly begin to pulse inside me, and I whimpered. The gag fell out of my mouth, but in an instant it was replaced with his cock, full and hard, and he didn’t even need to give me a command to suck down, feeling him at the back of my throat.
I moaned into his cock, straining into my cage as my own little member tried to stand erect, sucking hard as he thrust into me over and over again, harder, even harder until~
Spurting into my throat, he held my head in place, and I felt myself swallow hot cum involuntarily. Seconds passed, and then the buzzing from my plug ceased, and he pulled free of my mouth, leaving dribbles of drool and cum on my chin.
“Tell me thank you,” he said.
“T-thank you,” I mumbled.
“Good, my little toy. I can tell I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.”
