Alphonse gave a pensive moan. He feared the onslaught of sensation he was about to endure.
Alphonse, the kindhearted son of a dictator, is being forced to learn his father’s ruthless ways, but the torture that goes on in Hyde’s dungeon is too much for him to bear. Alphonse is horrified that someone as charming and seductive as Hyde can show such cruelty.Hyde refuses to allow Alphonse to think he’s a monster. The men in his dungeon are feeling pleasure, not pain. Alphonse is dubious…but Hyde is more than happy to demonstrate on him.
With a mixture of tenderness and trust, author Yamila Abraham proves that even the most innocent submissive can enjoy an extreme initiation at the hands of a loving master.
The dungeon is a bizarre bastion of kindness in an otherwise ruthless world. Hyde uses tools that are somewhat unique—tools that could be used for legitimate torture if a master so desired.
There are no paddles or whips in Hyde’s dungeon. Hyde specializes in something far more extreme.
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Before him were two doors: to the side was the entry to the viewing room, straight ahead was the entrance to the dungeon. Alphonse gripped the door handle with an ecstatic rush. The door cracked open.
He took a moment to stand in the darkness of the dungeon and absorb the scents. It was musty, since they were in the basement, but also smelled of bleach and metal. His cock began to stir in the loose fabric of his pants.
Alphonse flipped the switches that turned on the rows of humming florescent lights above him. The room was small, perhaps the size of a doctor’s examination room. The floor was concrete and most of the side wall was the mirror window that observers looked through. Across from that wall was a massive set of waist-high clinical drawers with table space on top. A sleek deep-basin sink was beside this, and in the corner there was a small metal table on wheels. Straight before him was a bed, neatly made with a white sheet, with leather restraints for someone’s wrists and ankles.
Alphonse knew there was rigging to suspend a person above the bed. He looked up and saw it had been hoisted flush against the ceiling. The back wall was padded, with buttons in a diamond pattern pinching in cushioned black velvet. Hanging from this wall were far more elaborate restraints, immobilizing not just the wrists and ankles, but thighs, armpits, throat, hips, elbows, chest, and so on.
Alphonse had seen this put to use on the second prisoner, so that he could not move even an inch while Hyde worked on him. In the furthest corner was a something even taller than Alphonse. It was hidden beneath a grey sheet.
He planned to spend hours in the dungeon, if not all night, so he took his time inspecting the wall with its bindings. His fingers traced over the soft yielding fabric. He imagined being helplessly bound while Hyde worked on him. This gave him yet another ecstatic shiver.
The door to the dungeon clicked shut.
Alphonse became paralyzed with terror. His heart thundered in his ears as he turned back slowly.
Hyde stood before the steel door wearing his black dungeon clothes. Alphonse forced himself to swallow the heavy lump in his throat.
“The pad-lock is deceiving,” he said, with his dark eyes locked onto Alphonse. “It’s easily broken, but if there were no lock at all an intruder might grow suspicious. Of course I have a silent alarm rigged on the door.”
Alphonse forced his trembling lips to form words. “Look…”
Hyde touched his finger to his lips. Alphonse swallowed a second time.
“Don’t bother. It’s obvious why you’re here.” He stepped back to lock the door with a key and then slipped the key in his pocket.
Alphonse’s eyes bulged.
The muscular man strode toward him. “No one breaks into my dungeon without enduring a session.”
Alphonse scampered back. His thudding heart felt ready to burst through his chest. “What?”
“Shh.” Hyde pursued with heavy-lidded eyes. “Don’t ruin this for me.”
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