Dungeon Punk Novels & Stories

Gently, he helps me to my feet. “Let’s go,” he says and piggybacks me out of the chamber. We reach the dungeon soon after. It is a distance away from Helios’ chamber and is located under the surface of the Morningstar land. The dungeon is dark, cold and deprived of sunlight. It is a living hell down here. We pass a few cells where prisoners of war and rogues are bound to the cavern walls by metal cords. Hellish faces grin at us from the shadows even as others beg for us to free them.

After a pleasurable sex with Anne, Leo left her to catch a nap and he kissed her on her cheek before leaving. He stood before the gate of the dungeon, heaving some good amount of breaths in and out, before he finally unlocked the entrance and made his way to where his ex best friend and presently worst enemy laid. The dungeon looked crappy and worn out with a bad stench that could make the pit of a human stomach recoil in irritation, thereby causing a tornado of vomit.

There would be a dripping sound, a dank, putrid smell, a dirt or concrete floor, a chill that wouldn’t leave the air, and heavy chains. He’d not bothered to disabuse her of that notion. The scarier the dungeon was to her, the easier it would be to get her cooperation. In reality, the dungeon was none of those things. If what he’d been told by the servants who had gone to get her belongings was true, the dungeon was nicer than her apartment in the city had been. It was done in black and a tasteful deep red with occasional splashes of other colors like purples and greens and yellows. It had been an inside joke with his previous submissives that the dungeon was the color of death, blood, and br

Ariel was resting in his room after chatting with the old man, he enjoys his first meeting with an aunt with that old man. he was about to sleep, he makes his plan to enter the dungeon, he hasn't had full equipment, he doesn't know what happens inside the dungeon. every dungeon is different, every dungeon has different challenges and there are only a few people who come out safe from the dungeon. 75% of them died when they come out, because of some kind of disease, only two people make it out from the dungeon and their name is also lost in history.

I was so fucking close, muscles tightening, breath coming in harsh gasps, when a loud knock suddenly sounded on the door. Goddammit! With my heart pounding so fast, I jerked upright and frantically tried to shove my raging cock back into my pants. In my panic, the zipper teeth caught the sensitive skin just below the swollen head. “Urgh fuck—!” I groaned loudly, a mix of pain and arousal shooting through me as the zipper pinched my cock. The door opened at the same moment. “Hey, Coach,” Derek, one of my players, poked his head in. “Have you heard? Uh... you okay? I heard a groan.”

"Names." "We're with the supply side," I said, my voice flat and bored. I channeled my best Jax Carter impression. "Direct contact. Not on the list." The man's eyes moved to Ren, who just stared back with a look of pure, cold hatred. Three seconds later, the bouncer held out his hand. "Phones." I handed mine over without a blink. Ren did the same. The door opened, and we stepped into the belly of the beast. Inside, the music hit my chest like a blow. Red and blue lights cut through a thick cloud of smoke. The air smelled like expensive alcohol and a strong, manufactured chemical scent.

A dwarf leapt off the third floor just then, holding a plain-looking dagger. However, four punks leapt off the fourth-floor as well, encircling the dwarf. One of them snapped, "This isn't the place for you to strut!"

I lead him to the main dungeon door which I open with another palm scan. “Fancy security. Is that really necessary to have, way the hell out here in the woods? How much trouble do you actually get?” Josh asks as we emerge from the dungeon hallway. Dan is still seated at the controls with a comic book in hand. Everything is shut down as I had instructed. Dan’s jaw just about hits the floor when he sees Josh coming out with me, sans restraints. “Security at the dungeon is higher because of the type of people we are usually holding. I don’t have many traitors or rule breakers in my pack, but rogues are a big problem for us right now. You just happened to end up here while our cells were empty.

He bursts into a soft laugh, clearly amused by my reaction. “It’s not what you think,” he says with a grin. “A ‘dungeon’ is just a term we use for any room or space where scenes happen. It’s not an actual dungeon with chains and torches. It could be a studio, a large room in someone’s house, or even a specially equipped club space.” “Oh. I… wow. Okay. I thought it was something way darker,” I admit, embarrassed.

Damien lubed the sounder, twisting it into Noni's piss-slit, making him thrash and cum hands-free, ropes splattering the sheets. They migrated to the dungeon for the real housewarming, a five-way frenzy. Zeke chained Noni and Eli side-by-side on spreader bars, asses up. Delilah pegged Noni with her girthy dildo, churning his guts while Damien throat fucked Eli. Zeke swapped, double teaming Eli's holes cock in ass, sounder in cock, until the boy sobbed ecstasy. Vibrators buzzed against plugs, whips cracked thighs raw, gags muffled howls. Cum flew: Zeke breeding Noni's cunt, Damien painting Eli's face, Delilah squirting from her harness vibe. They collapsed in a sweaty, bruised pile on the dun