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.
Marcus continued pacing the corridors until an agitated servant approached him, delivering the message that Brutus wanted to see him. He shrugged and looked at the servant. "Tell him to find me in the East Wing meeting room," he told the servant, before yawning and walking to the spot he'd mentioned.
The knight sighed softly as he followed the servant's directions through the castle until they finally arrived at the meeting room in the East Wing. His heart raced faster with each step, and by the time he reached the doorway, his hand was shaking slightly when he knocked. "It's me, Brutus," he called out tentatively.
There was a moment of silence before Marcus's voice answered gruffly, "Enter." The knight took a deep breath and stepped inside, his gaze fixed on the mage as he crossed the room. Even with Marcus seated at a table, it seemed like Brutus had to crane his neck to meet those steel-gray eyes.
Marcus yawned before watching the other man enter the room. "May I ask why you were in such a hurry to see me?" he asked sleepily, raising an eyebrow.
"I-I'm not sure," Brutus stuttered, his cheeks flushing slightly at being put on the spot. "It's just that... last night was different. And I... I can't seem to get you out of my head." He hesitated for a moment before continuing in a whisper, "I think maybe I need you."
The words left his mouth before he could second-guess them, but once they were said, they hung in the air between them like a weight. There was an awkward silence as Marcus studied him, the mage's expression unreadable. Finally, the other man spoke up again. "What do you mean?"
His tone was casual, almost dismissive-- and yet it only served to further stir Brutus's feelings of desire and need for the mage.
"I... I don't know," Brutus admitted, feeling his face heat up even more at the embarrassment of his own words. "It's just that last night, when you... when you took control..." He paused, struggling to find the right words. "It felt good. And now I want it again."
There. The truth was out. He'd never expected himself to say such things aloud-- especially not to Marcus, with whom he'd always been at odds. But there they were, hanging in the air between them like a confession. He waited for Marcus's reaction, heart pounding erratically in his chest.
Marcus stared at Brutus, completely confused. "What?" he murmured weakly. "What do you mean?" Marcus ran his hands over his face in slight frustration and sighed. "...last night... I was supposed to be teaching you a lesson," he said, slightly annoyed. "...you wanted sex so badly, well, I gave it to you until you didn't want any more and you let me sleep..."
"No...," Brutus whispered hoarsely. "That's not what I meant." He closed his eyes tightly, trying to find the words to explain himself better. "It wasn't just sex I wanted. It was... control. And dominance. You made me feel things I've never felt before. With anyone else."
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to meet Marcus's gaze once more. "Please," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I need you to do it again." His cheeks flushed as he finished speaking, afraid of what Marcus might say in response.
Marcus frowned, still confused. "You... you weren't supposed to enjoy it..." he said, slightly annoyed. "You were supposed to hate it... what do you mean you want more?" he asked, astonished.
"I don't know!" Brutus exclaimed, frustration getting the better of him. "It doesn't matter how it was supposed to be! All that matters is how it felt when you were in control." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Please, Marcus," he whispered, pleading with his voice. "I need this... I need you."
There, he'd said it. The words hung in the air between them, heavier than lead. Brutus held his breath, praying that Marcus wouldn't reject him outright. But deep down, a part of him suspected he already had.
Marcus rubbed his temples in confusion. He snapped his fingers and tentacles erupted from the ground, grabbing Brutus by the ankles and wrists, leaving him suspended in mid-air. "And what do I get out of this?" he asked calmly, his eyes half-closed as he watched the man, while a tentacle began to undress Brutus.
"Whatever you want," Brutus gasped as he was stripped naked by the tentacle, his cock jerking in anticipation at the loss of clothes. "I'll do anything for you to keep doing this." The more Marcus asserted control over him, the more aroused Brutus became-- and the more desperate he became to feel that power again.
"Marcus..." He moaned as another tentacle grasped his ass, lifting him off the ground and moving closer to the mage. "Please..."
Marcus looked at Brutus with disdain. "Who would've thought a guy as big and strong as you would be begging to be fucked in the ass..." he said slowly. He snapped his fingers and a thick, wet tentacle emerged from the ground and positioned itself at Brutus's entrance. "Here's what you asked for," he said coldly. And the thick tentacle forcefully penetrated Brutus's anus, beginning to move rapidly, raping the man's ass.
Brutus's mouth opened in a silent scream as he felt the tentacle thrusting deep inside him, filling every inch of his ass. "Oh god... oh fuck..." He tried to struggle against the hold the tentacles had on him, but it was useless; Marcus's magic kept him helplessly suspended.
As the tentacle continued to ravage his ass, another one grasped his cock and began stroking in time with each thrust. Brutus felt himself spiraling out of control, closer and closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. "Marcus..." he moaned hoarsely, arching his back further as he came, spurting hot seed over the tentacle and the ground below.
But even as one orgasm passed, another followed swiftly on its heels, leaving him wrung out and yet still desperate for more. "Please..." he gasped, his eyes squeezing shut as he surrendered to Marcus's touch completely. "Don't stop..."
Marcus sighed in annoyance, snapped his fingers, and another thick tentacle emerged from the ground, quickly beginning to fuck Brutus's ass. Both tentacles were inside his rear, pumping mercilessly, like pistons.
"Agh..." Brutus cried out hoarsely, feeling the tentacles thrusting in and out of him with brutal force. Every nerve ending was on fire, his body convulsing with wave after wave of intense pleasure as he came over and over again, showering the ground beneath him with his release.
"Yes..." he moaned, arching his back further in submission to Marcus's control. "Fuck me harder... don't stop..." The words tumbled from his lips between panted breaths, his mind lost to the sensations washing over him in a wave of pure carnal ecstasy. He didn't care about anything else-- not their relationship or the power dynamics at play here. All that mattered was the physical release he craved, and Marcus seemed more than willing to give it to him...
Marcus frowned, confused by the situation. "Yeah... whatever..." he said quickly. He snapped his fingers and another tentacle, thicker this time, emerged from the ground and penetrated Brutus's ass; he already had three inside him. Another pair of small tentacles emerged and squeezed the man's nipples, sending small electrical shocks every few seconds. "There..." he said, somewhat dismayed.
"Ahhh... God yes," Brutus moaned, his body bucking against the hold of the tentacles as they invaded every inch of him. The new intrusion into his ass was painfully rough, but it sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body nonetheless. He arched his back and cried out helplessly with each powerful thrust, his entire focus on the relentless onslaught of sensations tearing through him as he surrendered completely to Marcus's control. "Oh God... please..." he begged, tears streaming down his face as his orgasms racked his body over and over again. He couldn't even begin to comprehend how many times he was coming now; all he knew was that with each wave of pleasure, another layer of himself seemed to be stripped away, leaving him raw and exposed to Marcus's touch.
"Fuck... I need more..." he whimpered, trembling as the tentacles continued their merciless assault on his body. His voice came out hoarse and pleading, each word a prayer for more of this overwhelming sensation that consumed him from the inside out. "Please..."
Marcus made a vague gesture with his hand, and the tentacles began to violate Brutus's ass with more force and speed than before, penetrating as deeply as they could, opening the man's anus even wider. The small tentacles on Brutus's nipples squeezed harder, and the electric shock was now constant.
"Yes..." Brutus cried out hoarsely, his entire body trembling in the grip of countless orgasms as the tentacles thrust inside him with savage abandon. He was reduced to nothing more than a moaning, thrashing mess on Marcus's power, his sanity slowly slipping away beneath the relentless onslaught of pleasure and pain.
"Harder..." he gasped, his words coming out garbled and desperate as another wave of ecstasy washed over him. "Please don't stop... give me more..." His cock jerked and spurted again and again, splattering the ground beneath him with his seed, but still the pleasure seemed to grow with each passing moment-- unyielding in its dominance over every other sensation in his body.
With a hoarse, agonized cry of completion, Brutus's entire being shuddered and exploded around Marcus's control, leaving him limp and trembling as he hung suspended from the tentacles that still held him upright. He didn't even have the strength to fight anymore-- all he could do was feel, surrendering completely to the intensity of what had just happened between them.
Marcus snapped his fingers, causing the tentacles to slowly disappear from where they came, gently leaving Brutus on the ground covered in his own semen. "I think you've had enough..." he said, somewhat dismayed, raising an eyebrow.
"Enough..." Brutus echoed weakly, his voice little more than a ragged whisper as he struggled to catch his breath. His body trembled with the aftermath of countless orgasms, every muscle sore and aching from the intense onslaught of sensations that had been inflicted upon him. He lay there for a moment longer, unable-- or unwilling-- to move, his eyes still half-closed as he tried to process what had just happened.
"Marcus..." His voice was quiet and tentative, filled with an emotion he couldn't quite name. Need? Gratitude? Desire? Perhaps all three, tangled together in a knot of confusion and longing. He turned his head slightly to look at the mage, not really sure what it was he wanted from Marcus anymore. Only that he wanted more... whatever "more" might be.
The silence stretched out between them, heavy with an unspoken understanding-- as well as the knowledge of just how far they'd strayed from where they'd started. Brutus swallowed hard, hesitating for a moment before speaking again. "Thank you," he murmured softly. "For letting me see... what I needed."
"Yeah... whatever..." Marcus said, with a mixture of disgust and concern. He sighed and stood up from his chair. "I'm retiring to my quarters..." he said, walking toward the exit. "And you... do whatever you want... if you can even move..." he said, without looking at Brutus before leaving the room, closing the door behind him, leaving the man lying alone on the semen-soaked floor.
Brutus let out a shuddering breath and slowly began to pull himself back together, both literally and figuratively. He pushed himself up off the ground with trembling arms, ignoring the pain that shot through his body in response, as he stood unsteadily on legs that felt like jelly. Finally managing to get ahold of himself, he let out a soft moan, more from shame than relief, before making his way to the door and slipping out into the hallway, careful not to leave any trace of what had just happened behind him.
The walk back to his quarters was longer and far less eventful than it had been earlier that morning-- mostly because Brutus couldn't stop thinking about Marcus. He wondered what he should do next; whether they could ever go back to the way things were before this...and if he even wanted to, considering how satisfying--and arousing--Marcus's dominance had been. A bitter smile tugged at his lips as he finally approached his chamber, hesitating for a moment before stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.
The weight of everything that had happened settling heavily on his shoulders, Brutus found himself sitting down on the edge of his bed, still lost in thought. For the first time since he could remember, there were no answers--only more questions...and an aching desire for whatever might come next.
The more he thought about it, the more certain he became that there was no going back to the way things were before. Whatever had been between them in that room...it had changed something fundamental inside of him. The knowledge both terrified and thrilled him in equal measure. He didn't know what came next or how this new dynamic would play out, but he knew one thing: his life would never be the same again. And somehow, despite everything that had happened, he found himself oddly at peace with that idea.
With a quiet sigh, Brutus stood up from the bed and began to undress, wincing as sore muscles protested their use. Once naked, he climbed beneath the sheets, curling into a ball around his aching cock, determined not to sleep until exhaustion finally claimed him--and left him free from the torment of his desires for even just one more night.
The next few days passed in a haze of exhaustion and confusion for Brutus. He found himself constantly thinking about Marcus, his body remembering every sensation with vivid clarity even as his mind replayed their encounters over and over again in his head. He avoided the mage as much as possible, unable to face him after what had happened between them, yet still finding himself drawn irresistibly toward him whenever they were within sight of each other.
It wasn't until several nights later that Brutus finally managed to catch some restful sleep. He woke feeling more refreshed than he had in weeks and immediately set about preparing for his day, a newfound energy coursing through his veins with every step he took. As he dressed, he couldn't help but wonder what the day would hold; whether they could find their way back to some semblance of normalcy or if their paths were forever entwined in this strange and twisted dance of power and desire.
With a deep breath, Brutus headed off toward his duties for the day, unsure of what he'd find at the end of his journey, but determined to face it head on...and whatever challenges or pleasures Marcus might bring with him.
Marcus wandered the castle corridors, staring at the ceiling, drowsy. "...I want to sleep..." he whispered to himself. He walked slowly, lost in thought.
Brutus had spent the night tossing and turning restlessly, his mind consumed by thoughts of Marcus. The memory of their encounter played out again and again in his head like a tempting, forbidden fruit that he could not resist. As he made his way through the castle, he glanced up to see Marcus walking slowly down the hallway, his expression distant and thoughtful.
Brutus hesitated for a moment before calling out to him. "Marcus?" His voice sounded uncharacteristically soft and uncertain even to his own ears.
"Uh?" Marcus mumbled, snapping back to reality when he heard someone call his name. He turned around and saw Brutus. "Oh... it's you..." he said, somewhat disinterested. "Did you need something?" he asked without much enthusiasm.
"I just... I wanted to apologize," Brutus said slowly, his heart racing as he forced the words out. "For what happened the other day... it was inappropriate of me." He hung his head, unable to meet Marcus's eyes as he waited for some sort of response.
Marcus blinked a few times, surprised by the apology. "Huh... well... I suppose..." he said softly. "...I shouldn't have done that either..." he added after a moment of hesitation. "But it's in the past now." He shrugged. "I just want to move on from it, you know?"
Brutus nodded slowly, his throat tight as he struggled to find the words to express how much Marcus's apology meant to him. "Y-yeah... me too," he finally managed to say in a quiet voice. There was an awkward silence between them for a moment before Brutus spoke up again. "Look, I know it won't be easy, but if we can try and pretend like none of this ever happened..."