Dungeon of Forbidden Desires Part 3

Story by seraphor12 on SoFurry

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#3 of Dungeon of Forbidden Desire


Isthak chose Rodrigo next. He wanted to keep his former mentor last.

As he looked towards the screen, the muscular and naked lion man was always a sight to behold. Among the mammal beast races, lion men were always expected to be the symbol of pride and might, much like draconians to the reptilians. Isthak knew some lions in his life, and they were mostly fed up of being expected to be one. Some followed through, but still humble and did not end up a prick. Rodrigo was one such person. Isthak could see it in his eyes. Rodrigo was genuinely caring and sorry for involving Isthak.

Still, he did not need to worry. Isthak was safe. In fact, everyone was, though their freedom was another matter.

Rodrigo was still aware and looked around for traps and surprising attacks. The lion man had known that danger could come from anywhere, and the featureless dungeon was one. Even without his trusty axe and armor over his brown-colored fur and mane, he could still fight bare-handed. It was part of his training, after all.

He traversed down the normal-looking cobblestone dungeon while wondering about the others. He was confused when the tendrils pulling him down cushioned his fall and threw him aside, though not before ripping every piece of clothing and weapon on his body at that time. He was surprised on the strength of the tendrils, but was more confused as to why they were stripping him naked.

While he had no qualms with being naked, it was not advantageous for him. His body may be strong, but it wasn't damage-proof. If he was suddenly attacked with a crippling blow, he would be incapacitated. In his travels, he knew many tricks to defeat a bigger enemy, like that one time when he wrestled with a crocodilian.

Just as he tried his best to be aware, he did not seem to be aware of a paddle right behind him, materializing out of a portal. With a swat, it hit his rump, causing him to yowl in pain.

"Hey!" said Rodrigo while turning around. He did not see anyone or anything that could be used to hit him. The paddle followed his movement and kept behind him, and gave another strike to his rump again. This time, his yowl was higher in pitch, and he started crying.

"Fuck. Why is it always my ass...," said Rodrigo while rubbing his aching ass.

The paddle disappeared before Rodrigo could see it, and after mulling over the pain on his rump, he continued on.

He came to a vast room with a sandlot in the middle. It looked almost like an underground arena of some sorts, something that he liked. Even before he formed the company, he was a pit fighter fighting against several opponents in a hand-to-hand combat. He wasn't the best fighter, and he had his share of losses and wins. One thing was certain, though. Something about the pain of being punched in the face and kicked in the stomach seemed to excite him for some reason. The more he felt them, the more he gained strength. He had kept this secret from so many except his ex girlfriend, a lioness by the name of Karla.

Karla liked him, but was disturbed by his love of pain when he asked her one day to whip his back. After a while, she cut him off. Saddened by this, he traveled around, getting into fights, jerking off public punishments in the privacy of his hotel rooms, while imagining how it felt when he was given the treatment. It was weird, but he liked it, somehow.

Then he saw Isthak, who seemed to be having a hard time hiding the fact that he was enjoying the twisted imagery in the dungeon. Rodrigo was fine with it, as he even sympathized with Isthak, who could not tell anyone what he liked in fear of being scrutinized.

As Rodrigo sat by the ring and pondered on his past, he noticed several other people coming out of the other side of the area. Like the people he fought earlier in the dungeon, and the ones who caught Alteron, they wore some fetishthic clothing over their armor, which did not seem to cover most of their body. The covered their genitals with loincloth, but it did not help as it was partially transparent. The most prominent article of clothing they wore were belts and straps on their arms, thighs and wrists, along with a thick, leather collar and a big red ball gag stuffed into their mouths. From the look of it, their races were feline.

Just as they walked into the arena, however, they discarded the armor part of their clothing and their weapons, leaving them mostly naked. Rodrigo was confused by this. Was this an unarmed combat arena?

Rodrigo wondered whether the dungeon had a hidden city in it before he was pushed into the area by one of the fighters. After he fell, the other fighters noticed him and make a stance to attack him. Rodrigo quickly put up defense, expecting attacks, only for him to get his balls kicked by someone behind him.

Stunned and squealing in pain, he looked up to see one of those ballgagged warriors standing behind him kicked him in the groin as he fell. Caressing his aching balls, he was not ready as several of the warriors approached him and started kicking and punching him as he lay, trying his best to defend himself.

They attacked relentlessly, and Rodrigo could not fight back. Trying his best to assert dominance and tried not to be considered defeated, he tried to grab one of his attacker's legs and pulled it, causing his attacker to fall. He tried this to another person, but he anticipated it and grabbed his fist. This momentary distraction was enough for two fighters to pull his legs apart and kicked his genitals one more time, hard enough to hurt, but not too hard as to cause permanent damage.

Rodrigo again squealed in pain. Tears started welling up on his yellow feline eyes. Then, it was all over when his limbs were all restrained by the fighters and he was kicked one more time at the balls. This was enough to cause him to squeal loudly and cry.

"You...fucking...cheaters...," he said while being incapacitated with pain.

The fighters could only grunt as they took Rodrigo out of the arena, half dragging him on the ground. He was then taken to another room. This time, his hands were tied to the ceiling. As he tried to assess the situation, one of the fighters put something on his aching genitals: a ring that slid down the base of his cock, which kept it erect, along with several rings that fit snugly on his cock. He then felt something hard and rather painful being forced down his urethra.

One of the fighters then pulled out his gag and said, "Something tells me you're gonna love what happens next."

"W-what?" said Rodrigo weakly as he felt something tugging on his aching balls. He also felt something painful on his nipples, which he saw was given a piercing. Strangely, no blood came out of it. It was connected to a light chain, which was pulled by the fighter. He roared in pain.

"Try not to get too excited," said the fighter.

"Why are you doing this to me?" asked Rodrigo.

"Because it's fun," he said. "And I think you'll do to."

Just after he said that, he saw someone pulling a yoked cheetah to Rodrigo's field of vision. The yoke he was wearing was then secured to several chains while the cheetah's legs were spread apart by a bar. His tail was also pulled upward. A person wearing a leather mask with zipper over his mouth came carrying a whip and several pedals.

"That cheetah lost a fight too many," said the feline fighter. "In this place, the rules are simple. You got your ass kicked, you get it even more."

The masked person rubbed the whip over the cheetah's naked back while the cheetah, wearing a bit gag, was looking at him and shaking his head. The whip went up, and with a sound of crack, hit the cheetah's back. The smaller feline let out a muffled yelp of pain, tear coursing down his eyes. There was another whip crack, and it started to draw blood.

"H-he's hurt!" exclaimed Rodrigo. He tried to move, but realized that something pulling his balls was keeping him in place along with hurting him.

"Oh, but he isn't. Look."

Rodrigo looked once more and he gasped. Instead of being overwhelmed with pain, the cheetah was...smiling? In fact, he shook his head and his ass, as if inviting while pretending that he did not enjoy getting whipped. The masked person then produced a paddle, and started rubbing it on the cheetah, which caused him to let out a moan. Then, with a good slap, it caused even the twinky cheetah's ass to jiggle, along with a yelp of pain.

Rodrigo wanted to protest, but somehow, he loved the spectacle. This was what he always liked: seeing people got hurt and crying. A part of him was a sadistic person who liked to see pain, and jerked off from it. This was what pushed his ex away from him.

Just as he tried to enjoy the view, he realized something about the rings circling his penis. They hurt as the pressure over them started to push towards his penis. His attempt at getting it flaccid was not working as instead of not enjoying it, he loved the sensation.

That was when the fighter near him said, "Something tells me you like getting hurt yourself."

"A-ah..."

"Don't be shy about it. Everyone here has that kind of perversion."

"Y-yes," said Rodrigo.

"Good. I guess you'll love what you'll get next."

Rodrigo's chain was undone and he was dragged towards the cheetah. The cheetah, still hurt but nevertheless conscious, was let go of his bonds and the gag. Rodrigo, meanwhile, was put inside a nearby stock with similar position as the cheetah, along with the bit gag the cheetah was wearing a while ago.

"So, cheetah, how about if you give this new guy a couple of lashes?" said the fighter. "Don't get too carried away."

"Of course, I won't. Man, I'd love to see a lion squeals."

Rodrigo tried to say no, but the gag forcing his mouth open and holding his tongue down made it impossible to let out intelligible words.

Without warning, a slap to Rodrigo's ass caused the lion to yelp in pain. But then, he realized too late that the pain he was given was far more than what he imagined. Aside from being slapped and whipped, his dick was also getting painful. The pain, along with his helplessness, caused him to lose all forms of thoughts as his eyes became blank as he surrendered himself to their mercy.

After what he thought was a long and arduous masochistic activity, the fighter that had earlier egged him on said, "Having fun?"

Rodrigo, broken beyond any doubt, nodded.

Just then, his restrains was undone, including the contraption that caused so much pain on his penis. He was then let down and lay on the floor, still gagged.

Just then, several fighters held his hands and legs, as the fighter said, "You know. I'd like you getting denied a pleasure for a very long time, but for now, you get something good."

He then started stroking Rodrigo's barbed penis, which elicited a moan out of his gagged mouth. Before long, he shot out his load, but then quickly realized that the torture was not over when the stimuli on his over-sensitive penis was still continued.

"Mmmph! Ahmmmph!" said Rodrigo as the feline fighter kept stroking his penis.

"You like it, don't you?!" he said with a raised tone. "You like this torture so much you practically become a wreck!"

Rodrigo, amidst the over-sensitive torture and his mind out of every logical thought processing, nodded as he yelled through his gag.

Before long, Rodrigo shot a smaller, second load, and after that, he started to lose consciousness. His mind was already broken from the pain. Maybe if he begged, he could be whipped and slapped again, or maybe something like fighting in the pit, enduring hits and attacks from other fighters. He liked the sensation. He wanted to be hurt!

***

Isthak looked on as Rodrigo's unconscious body was being secured and taken away. Pain and torture was something he did not like, but given that Rodrigo was a pit fighter, he must've endured so much pain that learned to like it. Isthak sympathized on how much the lion had suffered just to break him and to give in to his masochistic side.

Mirabelle noticed this and said, "Well, Isthak, you really broke him beyond doubt."

"Will be he alright?"

"His mind is not shut down, so he's going to be alright. You just gave him something more than what he usually endured, and it gave him an experience he won't forget. But, given the intensity of the treatment you gave him, I'm afraid you have no choice for this matter. He needs to stay."

"But will be return to the Rodrigo I know?"

"Yes, given time. Now, let me ask you something, Isthak. Do you have a grudge towards everyone in the group?"

"Why?"

"Because you never hesitate when giving them what they want. Is it because of revenge, or maybe because you have that sadistic side you kept dormant until now?"

"I...guess it's the latter," replied Isthak. "I don't know any of them well enough, and Kaln is a kind and understanding mentor. But seeing them giving out their normal behavior to be governed by their secret desire is...well, it gives me a boner."

"Which you will end up jerking off if I did not remove the zipper. I can see that you subconsciously rubbed your groins as you see them surrendering to their desires. I don't want you to make a mess. In fact, you haven't finished your work."

Isthak looked at the screen and saw Kaln, the only remaining member of the company who was still wandering through the dungeon aimlessly and already lost most of his composure after he realized he was lost and alone. Isthak felt bad about trying to make a person like Kaln succumb in the dungeon. He had known Kaln for a while, and he was a withdrawn person who seemed to desire friend, but was only wanted to be left alone. Was it something about a past he did not want to talk about?

Even then, Kaln, like the others, deserved to be happy. If it was something he tried to run from, then Isthak swore to find it, so that he could see a smile on the caprine face of his goat mentor.

Isthak wanted to ask Mirabelle about how to find out Kaln's desire, but he knew that he needed to find it for himself. That was when he got an idea.

"Mira, is it okay if I go down there and get to Kaln myself?" he asked.

"Huh? Why would you do that?" asked Mirabelle, surprised.

"I've known Kaln for a long time, we're practically close friends. But, at the same time, I don't know much about him. I need to get him to spill it out for me so we can continue, but to do so, he needs me."

"Won't he confess by himself since he was alone?"

"Kaln is not that easy to conquer. A little persuasion can help me."

"Hmm...well, if that's your idea of doing things, then I'll consider it. Be wary, however. Kaln is a better mage than you are, and like you said, he knows about you. If I judged that you cannot persuade him to spill out his heart's desire, then it's your first and only strike. Personally, I won't mind if you fail, since no one's perfect, but..."

"But I am not the kind of guy who would back down before the end," said Isthak. "Kaln is my responsibility, and I will make him my personal slave, no matter what happens."

The determination in his eyes and the fact that he no longer thought of Kaln as a friend made Mirabelle smiled. Isthak was ready to follow her path, and she would give him what he needed. Still, she was glad that Isthak was bottling up his desires and spilling everything in one go.

She had plans for him, though, but for now, let's see how things unfold.