Chapter 74: Triple Threat
The air in the Inferno Club Dungeon tasted metallic, thick with ozone, sweat, and the faint, coppery promise of blood. Throbbing bass vibrated up through the soles of Dante’s boots, a primal heartbeat echoing the frantic pulse he could see fluttering in Dabi’s throat. Neon strips cast fractured, shifting patterns of crimson and violet across the restrained expanse of Dabi’s lean body strapped securely to the claw-bed. Leather restraints bit into his wrists and ankles, holding him spread-eagled against the cold, unforgiving metal frame. Below him, wicked, polished steel claws – curved and needle-sharp – glinted menacingly, positioned so the slightest arch of his back, the smallest involuntary thrust, would drive them deep into his flesh.
Dabi’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes wide, pupils blown black with fear and arousal. A sheen of sweat already slicked his pale skin, catching the neon glow. He tested the restraints once, a futile jerk that only made the leather creak and the claws beneath him seem closer. "Fuck," he breathed, the word shaky.
Dante stood beside the bed, a dark silhouette against the pulsating gloom. He traced a fingertip, cool and deliberate, down the center of Dabi’s chest, over the defined ridges of his abdomen, stopping just above the thatch of dark hair. His other hand held a small vial of slick, obsidian oil. "Beautiful," Dante murmured, his Detroit rasp low and intimate, cutting through the subterranean thrum. "All laid out. Vulnerable." He popped the cap on the vial, the sound unnaturally loud. The thick, cloying scent of synthetic lotus bloomed momentarily before being swallowed by the dungeon’s heavier miasma.
He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, letting it drip, thick and viscous, onto Dabi’s lower belly, pooling near his navel before trickling down towards his groin. Dabi hissed at the sudden coolness. Dante’s slicked fingers trailed lower, through the coarse hair, bypassing Dabi’s hard, leaking cock entirely. They circled lower still, finding the tight, clenched pucker of his asshole.
"Look at me," Dante commanded, his voice dropping an octave, resonating with an ancient authority that brooked no disobedience.
Dabi’s gaze snapped up, locking onto Dante’s. The king’s eyes were fathomless pits of shadow, reflecting the neon chaos but holding a terrifying stillness within. Dante held his gaze captive as his slicked finger pressed firmly against Dabi’s entrance. Not pushing in. Just circling. Slow, deliberate revolutions that made Dabi gasp, his hips twitching involuntarily against the restraints. The movement brought his lower back perilously close to the waiting points of the claws. He froze, breath catching.
"Easy," Dante purred, a predator savoring the struggle. His finger continued its maddening orbit, slicking the tight ring, applying pressure without yielding. "Gotta open you up nice and slow, baby. Gotta get you ready." He leaned closer, his breath hot against Dabi’s ear. "Gonna fuck you so deep you’ll feel me for days. Feel me in your guts. Every time you move tomorrow, you’ll remember my cock splitting you open right here."
Adam’s low chuckle cut through the tension. He leaned against a support pillar nearby, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching intently. His own erection strained visibly against the dark fabric of his pants. One
Adam’s grin was a slash of white in the gloom, his eyes glued to Dabi’s restrained form. "Takin' your sweet time, Morningstar," he drawled, his voice rough. He uncrossed his arms, his hand deliberately palming the thick outline of his own cock through his pants, making the fabric strain. "Kid looks ready to pop just from a finger."
Dante didn’t look away from Dabi’s wide, dark eyes. The slick tip of his finger pressed harder, breaching the tight outer ring. Dabi gasped, his back instinctively arching off the bed. The movement brought the vulnerable skin just above his asshole perilously close to the nearest polished steel claw point. He froze, a choked whimper escaping him, sweat beading on his temples.
"Fuck! Dante—the claws!" Dabi’s voice was high, tight with panic.
"Hold still," Dante commanded, his voice a low thrum of power that vibrated in Dabi’s bones. His finger pushed deeper, past the initial resistance, knuckle-deep into the clenching heat. He crooked it slightly, finding the bundle of nerves hidden inside. Dabi cried out, a strangled sound of pure sensation, his cock jerking violently against his belly, leaking a fresh bead of pre-come. His hips tried to buck, but the restraints held him fast, the claw point grazing the small of his back, a cold, sharp kiss of danger.
Adam chuckled darkly, unzipping his fly with deliberate slowness. The rasp of the zipper was obscenely loud. He freed his thick, heavy cock, already fully hard and glistening at the tip. He wrapped his fist around it, giving himself a slow, possessive stroke, his eyes never leaving Dante’s invading finger working Dabi open. "Looks like he found the magic button already. Bet that sweet hole’s fluttering like a fucking hummingbird."
Dante added a second oil-slick finger. The stretch burned. Dabi hissed, biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, the coppery tang mixing with the ozone and sweat. Dante scissored his fingers slowly, relentlessly, stretching the tight ring. "Feel that, Dabi? Feel how wide you need to open for me?" Dante murmured, leaning closer, his breath hot on Dabi’s neck. "Gotta get you ready for every fucking inch."
Dabi panted, torn between the sharp stretch inside and the terrifying proximity of the blades below. "Yeah... fuck... just... hurry up." He was so hard it hurt, his cock throbbing in time with his frantic heartbeat. The dual sensations – the invasive stretch, the brutal threat beneath him, Adam’s blatant, hungry stare – were a cocktail of fear and overwhelming lust.
Dante withdrew his fingers with a slick sound that made Dabi gasp at the sudden emptiness. He quickly slicked his own cock, the thick length springing free, glistening and formidable in the neon light. He positioned himself between Dabi’s spread thighs, the broad, flushed head of his cock pressing insistently against Dabi’s stretched, glistening entrance. Dabi held his breath, every muscle tense, acutely aware of the cold steel points millimeters from his skin.
"Look at me," Dante ordered again, his Detroit rasp thick with need. Dabi dragged his gaze up, meeting Dante’s burning, ancient eyes. "You take it all. Every inch. You don’t pull away." Dante’s hand gripped Dabi’s hip, hard. "Or those claws kiss your spine. Understand?"
Terror warred with desperate want in Dabi’s eyes. He gave a jerky nod. "Yes."
Dante pushed.
Not slow. Not gentle. A relentless, controlled invasion. The broad head stretched Dabi impossibly wide, a white-hot brand of pressure tearing through him. Dabi screamed, back arching involuntarily. Dante’s grip on his hip turned brutal, slamming him back down onto the bed, holding him immobile just above the claws as he forced another thick inch inside. "FUCK! Dante! Oh god, stop—!"
"Take it," Dante snarled, his own control fraying. He pushed deeper, the thick shaft sinking inexorably into the searing tightness. "Fucking take it, Dabi. That’s my good boy." He ground his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one final, devastating thrust. Dabi’s scream choked off into a ragged sob. He was impaled, filled beyond belief, the stretch agonizing and perfect, the blunt head grinding deep inside him. The claws pressed cold and sharp against his lower back, a constant reminder of the penalty for struggling.
Adam groaned, his fist moving faster on his cock. "Holy shit. Look at him take that fucking log. Stuffed full." He stepped closer to the foot of the bed, staring down at where Dante’s cock disappeared into Dabi’s stretched hole. "Bet you feel every ridge, kid. Every damn vein."
Dante pulled back slowly, the drag of his cock an exquisite torture. Dabi whimpered, feeling impossibly empty even as the overstretched rim protested. Then Dante thrust back in, hard and deep, punching the air from Dabi’s lungs. He set a punishing rhythm, not fast, but powerful, each deep, grinding drive forcing choked cries from Dabi’s throat. Dante’s hips pistoned, slamming into Dabi’s ass with a wet, meaty slap that echoed off the dungeon walls. He held Dabi down, controlling the angle, ensuring his thrusts drove Dabi back towards the waiting blades with every powerful push.
"Feel me now?" Dante growled, his voice strained with effort, sweat dripping from his brow onto Dabi’s heaving chest. He shifted slightly, angling his hips. The next deep thrust nailed Dabi’s prostate dead-on. Dabi shrieked, his cock pulsing violently, untouched, spitting pre-come in thick ropes onto his stomach. "FUCK! RIGHT FUCKING THERE! OH GOD, DANTE!"
Adam laughed, low and hungry. "There it is. Found the spot." He spat into his own palm, slicking his cockhead before fisting himself in earnest, his gaze fixed on the obscene joining of bodies. "Look at his hole stretch, Dante. Look how it sucks you back in. Greedy little fucker."
Dante increased his pace, the slaps becoming faster, harder. He leaned over Dabi, bracing one hand near his head, his other hand still pinning Dabi’s hip to the bed. "Gonna come in this tight ass," Dante panted, his thrusts losing their measured control, becoming raw, animalistic. "Gonna fill you up. Mark you inside. Claim you." He slammed home brutally, grinding deep as Dabi sobbed beneath him, overwhelmed by the relentless assault on his prostate, the brutal fullness, the terrifying scrape of the blades. Dabi’s cock ached, untouched and leaking, his balls drawn tight. He was hurtling towards the edge just from the brutal fucking, Dante’s cock hammering his sweet spot with every punishing stroke.
"Please!" Dabi begged, tears tracking through the sweat on his temples. "Please, Dante!"
"Please what?" Dante demanded, snapping his hips, driving his cock impossibly deep, grinding. "Tell me."
"Let me... let me come! Fuck! Need to come!"
Dante’s hand shot down, wrapping around Dabi’s neglected cock. His grip was rough, demanding. He jerked it in time with his savage thrusts, twisting his fist brutally on the upstroke. "Come then," Dante snarled. "Come all over yourself while I wreck your hole."
The combination of the brutal fucking and the harsh hand on his cock shattered Dabi instantly. His body bowed violently against the restraints, a raw, primal scream tearing from his throat as his orgasm detonated. Thick, hot ropes of come spurted over Dante’s fist, his own stomach, his chest, painting streaks of white in the neon glare. His ass clamped down viscously on Dante’s buried cock, milking it with frantic, rhythmic pulses.
The intense, fluttering vice grip dragged Dante over the edge. He roared, a sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the dungeon, and slammed home one final time, hilting himself deep. Hot jets of come flooded Dabi’s channel, pulsing again and again, the scalding heat a shocking counterpoint to the cold steel grazing Dabi’s spine. Dante ground his hips, emptying himself completely, his body rigid above Dabi as the tremors of his release subsided.
Dabi lay utterly spent, trembling violently, pinned between the still-thrusting aftershocks of Dante’s cock inside him and the unyielding threat of the claws beneath him. His vision swam, the neon lights blurring into streaks of color. Dante slowly pulled out, his softening cock slipping free with a lewd, wet sound, followed by a trickle of thick come. He looked down at Dabi’s ruined, sweat-slicked body, the come smeared on his stomach, the raw, reddened pucker of his hole, the pale lines where the leather restraints had bitten in. A possessive satisfaction hardened Dante’s features.
Adam stepped right up to the edge of the claw-bed, his own cock still hard and dripping in his fist. He stared down at the mess of Dabi’s ass, the glistening evidence of Dante’s possession oozing out. "Damn," Adam breathed, his voice thick. He reached out, not quite touching, his knuckles grazing the heated, swollen skin of Dabi’s inner thigh. His eyes, dark with lust, flicked up to meet Dante’s. "Looks like he could take another." He pumped his cock slowly, deliberately. "Mind if I clean up?"
Adam’s knuckles brushed Dabi’s trembling inner thigh, the touch sending a jolt through Dabi’s oversensitive nerves. His gaze, hot and predatory, stayed locked on Dante. "Mind if I clean up?" The question hung, thick with filthy intent.
Dante smirked, wiping his hand on the leather restraint near Dabi’s wrist. He stepped back, giving Adam space. "Make it messy," he rasped, a dark promise in his tone. Adam’s grin widened, feral.
He didn’t hesitate. Adam shoved Dabi’s legs wider apart, the leather straps creaking. His calloused thumb pressed hard against Dabi’s stretched, glistening rim, smearing Dante’s thick come leaking onto the abused skin. Dabi flinched, a choked gasp escaping him. "Fuck, Adam—!"
"Shhh," Adam rumbled, leaning low over the trembling figure. "Just relaxin' the entrance." He spat directly onto Dabi’s hole, the glob landing with a wet slap before Adam rubbed it in roughly with two fingers. "Gotta make sure it’s slippery enough." He pushed the fingers knuckle-deep, probing the slick, hot channel Dante had just vacated. "Still nice and loose. Warm. Fuck, Dante filled you good." He crooked his fingers, scraping over tender flesh, making Dabi arch sharply against the restraints. The claw point pressed a cold warning into his lower back.
"Stop fuckin' teasing!" Dabi snarled, desperate and wrecked. Sweat plastered dark hair to his forehead. "Just get on with it!"
Adam chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "Impatient little bitch." He withdrew his fingers, slick now with Dante’s release. He spat into his palm again and wrapped his fist around his own thick, flushed cock, coating it. He lined the swollen head up against Dabi’s gaping entrance, already slick with spit and spend. "Gonna feel this, kid. Every inch." He locked eyes with Dabi, panting beneath him. "Remember the claws."
Adam shoved forward. Hard. No finesse, no mercy. His thick crown breached Dabi’s loosened ring, but the stretch was still brutal, immediate. Dabi screamed, the sound raw and ragged, his body seizing. Adam gripped his hips like vices, holding him down as he forced another thick inch inside, stretching muscle that had just begun to clench back down. "FUCK! TOO MUCH! ADAM, STOP!" Dabi thrashed, terror flaring as the cold steel kissed his spine.
"Hold fucking still!" Adam barked, driving deeper. The drag was obscene, wet and burning. Dabi’s overstimulated hole struggled to accommodate the fresh invasion. Adam bottomed out with a brutal final thrust, his balls slapping against Dabi’s ass, hilting himself in the slick, used heat. He groaned, a deep, animal sound of satisfaction. "Christ… like fuckin’ a hot, wet glove."
He pulled back almost to the tip, the thick shaft glistening, then slammed home again. And again. Setting a punishing, jackhammer rhythm immediately. Each piston-like thrust punched the air from Dabi’s lungs, driving him back onto the waiting claws with brutal force. The sharp points bit tiny, stinging pinpricks into his skin, a constant, terrifying counterpoint to the raw friction tearing him apart inside.
Dabi sobbed, overwhelmed. The dual assault – the savage fucking and the pricking blades – short-circuited his brain. Pain and brutal pleasure warred. His cock, soft after Dante, gave a pathetic twitch against his sticky belly. "Hurts… fuck… Adam, please… slow down… claws…!"
Adam ignored him. He leaned over, bracing one hand beside Dabi’s head, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, deeper grinds. His sweat dripped onto Dabi’s chest. "Hurts good, though, doesn't it?" he growled, grinding his pubic bone hard against Dabi’s tender ass. "Feel that fat cock rearranging your guts? Feel those little points pokin’ you?" He slammed deep, grinding. "Tell me it’s good." His other hand snaked down, grabbing Dabi’s flaccid cock, squeezing it brutally. "Tell me you love bein’ Dante’s fucked-out little hole gettin’ stuffed again."
Dabi whimpered, a broken sound. The harsh grip on his cock was agony, the relentless pounding shattering. Yet, deep inside, buried under the pain and terror, a sick spark flared. The violation, the utter helplessness, the sheer filth of being used back-to-back… it ignited something dark. A moan, involuntary, tore from his throat.
"That’s it," Adam rasped, tightening his punishing grip on Dabi’s cock, feeling the faint, traitorous swell beneath his fingers. "Knew you were a greedy little pain slut under all that attitude." His hips snapped faster, the wet slap of flesh echoing, mingling with Dabi’s choked cries. Adam shifted his angle slightly, driving the thick head straight into Dabi’s battered prostate with jackhammer force.
Dabi shrieked, a sound of pure, agonized ecstasy. His cock surged to full, painful hardness in Adam’s cruel grip despite the overstimulation. "OH GOD! THERE! FUCK! ADAM! RIGHT FUCKING THERE!" Tears streamed down his face, blurring the neon lights. He was breaking, coming apart on Adam’s cock, the pain of the claws, the stretch, the brutal hand on his dick morphing into a white-hot wire of sensation.
"Gonna come?" Adam snarled, his own breath ragged, thrusts becoming erratic, losing their mechanical precision. "Gonna shoot that worthless load again while I breed Dante’s leftovers?" He twisted his fist savagely on Dabi’s shaft. "Fucking do it!"
The command, the brutal stimulation, the relentless pounding of his prostate – it detonated Dabi. His body convulsed violently against the restraints. A raw, guttural howl ripped from his throat as his cock pulsed in Adam’s fist, spurting thick, almost clear strands of come weakly onto his own chest and Adam’s knuckles. His ass clamped down with desperate, fluttering spasms around Adam’s buried cock.
The intense, rhythmic milking pulled Adam’s climax from him. He roared, burying himself to the root, grinding impossibly deep as he pulsed hot jets deep into the slick, abused channel. His hips jerked erratically, emptying himself into Dabi with guttural grunts, his hand still clamped like iron around Dabi’s spent cock.
Adam slumped forward, his weight pressing Dabi deeper into the claw-bed. Dabi felt the sharp points prick deeper, drawing beads of blood along his lower back. He was pinned, impaled, utterly destroyed. Adam’s softening cock slipped out with a wet, sucking sound, followed by a gush of thick, mixed fluids. He stayed slumped over Dabi, breathing harshly.
Dante stepped back to the bedside. He surveyed the wreckage: Dabi trembling, covered in sweat, tears, and come, blood welling from the tiny punctures on his back, his hole gaping and leaking Adam’s release onto the metal frame. Dante traced a finger through the mess on Dabi’s stomach, collecting mixed spend. He brought it to his lips, tasting it slowly, his ancient eyes burning with possessive satisfaction. "Perfect," he murmured, the single word vibrating in the heavy, sex-scented air. He reached down, his touch unexpectedly gentle against Dabi’s sweat-slicked temple, brushing damp hair away. "You took it so well, little storm." His gaze flicked to Adam, still catching his breath. "Both ends." Dante’s fingers trailed lower, tracing the welts left by the restraints, the sensitive skin near the claw marks. "Time to get you cleaned up." He began unfastening the buckles, the leather straps releasing with soft clicks. Dabi shuddered, a full-body tremor of exhaustion and lingering sensation. The thump of the bass below felt like the fading echo of the violence done to his body. Adam pushed himself upright, rolling his shoulders, his expression unreadable as he watched Dante free their shattered prize. The unspoken question of what came next hung heavy in the neon-stained silence.