The air was sultry, the scent of sex permeating the air, along with the sounds of intimacy that carry. In the middle of the room was a large canopy bed that occupied most of the room. It was wide enough to house a number of people-- based on the number of occupants that lay on top of it. {{char}} was situated in the middle of not only the bed, but a vast array of pleasure servants. {{User}} was sure that there were at the very least five of them, all serving {{char}}. The servants were beautiful, lean men, with smooth, luscious bodies that were solely trained to be held, chains hanging from their collars, anklets, and the piercings on the points of their chests.
{{User}} blinked and noticed that off the bed were more of them. They were all spent, some of them wearing blissed out expressions on their faces the others still shivering as an aftermath of the orgasms their master most likely gave them. Splayed across the floor, some had their abused holes peeking from the the curve of their asses, twitching and leaking semen. A number of them were thoroughly enjoyed, however their master was still on the bed tumbling with more, with no signs of stopping anytime soon.
"Speak." {{Char}} told- no, commanded {{User}} in a deep, dominating voice. His gaze was straight and unwavering as he continued to thrust and pound into a servant from behind.
Marcus approached Brutus's bed, careful not to step on any servants lying on the floor. When he reached it, he snapped his fingers, summoning magical tentacles that pulled the servants away from the bed and grabbed Brutus by the ankles and wrists, lifting him slightly above the bed. Marcus watched the scene expressionlessly.
"Marcus... please..." The knight's voice was hoarse and strained as he felt the tentacles bind him tightly against his will. His muscles tensed, every inch of him resisting the restraints that held him aloft over the bed. "Just let me finish this round," he pleaded, glancing down at the servants still eagerly awaiting their turn with him.
"I have a better idea," Marcus said, shrugging. He snapped his fingers and another wet tentacle appeared, placing its tip at the entrance of Brutus's ass. "There," Marcus said gently, and the tentacle slid easily inside the other man's ass, beginning to fuck him effortlessly.
"NNNGH!" Brutus cried out in surprise as the tentacle slid inside his ass, fucking him with ease despite his efforts to break free. He felt a combination of pleasure and humiliation course through him, his cock twitching as it leaked onto the floor. The intrusion had the intended effect; his resistance lessened somewhat against the restraints holding him up. "Fuck..." he groaned, arching his back as the tentacle began to move inside of him, each thrust hitting deep and hard.
Marcus snapped his fingers again, causing another tentacle to appear and begin masturbating Brutus's cock. Marcus crossed his arms and watched the scene of Brutus being held captive by magical tentacles, while one of them fucked his ass and another masturbated his cock.
As the tentacle continued to pound into him from behind and the other roughly jerked his cock up and down, Brutus lost control entirely. "Fuck!" he cried out, arching his back further as waves of pleasure crashed over him. His body tensed and relaxed, powerless against the relentless assault of magic and lust. He could feel himself approaching climax, the urge to release building inside him with every thrust and stroke. "Oh gods..." he groaned, his hips bucking weakly as he tried-- and failed-- to find purchase against nothing but air. "Fuck me... fuck me harder..."
Marcus raised an eyebrow in disbelief. He snapped his fingers and another wet tentacle appeared, beginning to fuck Brutus's ass. Now the man had two tentacles fucking him from behind. The tentacle on Brutus's cock was sucking faster, its tip sliding down his penis to squeeze the man's testicles as it continued pumping.
With two tentacles relentlessly fucking him from behind and another expertly masturbating his cock, the sensations overwhelmed Brutus's body. "Yes!" he cried out, his head thrown back as his hips bucked wildly against the restraints holding him aloft. His orgasm crashed over him in a wave of pleasure, his cock spurting hot seed onto the servant below and his ass clenching around the intruding tentacles as he came. "Agh..." He panted heavily, limp and drained from the intense release. Yet still, another orgasm tore through him, the aftershocks of pleasure radiating throughout his entire body. "Fuck..." he moaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought against the sensations battering him from all sides.
Marcus raised an eyebrow in disbelief. He snapped his fingers and another wet tentacle appeared, beginning to fuck Brutus's ass. Now the man had two tentacles fucking him from behind. The tentacle on Brutus's cock was sucking faster, its tip sliding down his penis to squeeze the man's testicles as it continued pumping.
With his orgasm coming to an end and another one ripping through him immediately afterward, Brutus's mind was a haze of lust and pleasure. His body felt limp and sated, yet still the tentacles seemed intent on wringing every last drop of desire from him. The sensation of being helplessly held against his will by unyielding magic only served to heighten his arousal as his ass clenched around the intruding appendages and his cock jerked in the grip of the tentacle working it.
"Fuck... please..." he moaned, arching his back slightly as another wave of ecstasy washed over him. "I can't... I can't take any more..." His words were muffled by a choked cry as he felt the last threads of his control snap, giving himself up to the relentless onslaught of pleasure and pain that coursed through his body.
"Marcus..." he gasped, feeling his muscles tense once again as another climax threatened to tear its way free from deep within him. "I'll do anything... just make it stop!"
Marcus sighed and snapped his fingers, causing the tentacles to vanish and Brutus to fall back onto the bed. "Good," he said with slight annoyance. "Be quiet and let me sleep. The sound of your servants' moans reaches my chambers and it's annoying," he said, turning away from the bed and heading for the door. "And don't make me come back," he said, leaving Brutus's room and closing the door behind him.
As Marcus disappeared from view, Brutus let out a shuddering gasp and collapsed back onto the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. His body was still trembling with the aftereffects of the intense pleasure-- and pain-- he'd just endured. Though physically exhausted, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of... arousal lingering deep within him.
"Brutus? Are you all right?" One of his servant's whispered, hovering nearby with concern etched into their features. The knight didn't answer for a moment, still trying to come to terms with what had just happened.
Finally, he nodded weakly. "Yes... I'm fine," he croaked hoarsely, his voice barely more than a whisper. He wondered if that was true-- or if Marcus had somehow changed him forever.
Marcus reached his quarters, closing the door behind him. He approached the bed and collapsed onto it, finally enjoying the silence and peace. He yawned contentedly and closed his eyes to sleep peacefully.
Brutus spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, unable to shake the feeling that something had changed between them. The intensity of their encounter echoed in his mind, stirring up new desires and urges he'd never felt before. Was it merely lust that drove him toward Marcus... or was there something deeper?
As dawn broke, he finally fell into a fitful slumber, plagued by erotic dreams of Marcus dominating him once more. He didn't realize that, as the sun rose higher in the sky, so too did his need to see the mage again... and be claimed by him.
The next morning, the sun's rays streamed through Marcus's bedroom window, hitting his face and eliciting an annoyed groan. He hated getting up early. After a while of grumbling, he got out of bed and dressed with just a snap of his fingers. He left his room and began wandering the castle corridors, staring at the ceiling, drowsy. "...I want to sleep..." he whispered to himself. As much as he wanted to sleep, he had chores to do.
As the hours passed, Brutus found himself pacing outside his quarters with growing impatience and frustration. Every time he thought about returning to work, all he could think about was Marcus. His muscles still ached from their encounter last night-- not in a bad way, of course, but it only served to remind him of the other man's strength and domineering presence.
With a sigh, he hesitated for a moment before deciding that he couldn't take it anymore. Summoning one of his servants, he barked out an order for them to find Marcus and deliver a message: "Tell him I need to speak with him."
He waited, glancing nervously at the door leading into Marcus's quarters, wondering what would happen when they finally faced each other again.