Chapter 4: Rising Action
As Ashur laid helplessly on the cold stone floor of Adrian's dungeon, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions coursing through his veins. Fear, of course, was the most prominent, gnawing at him like an insatiable beast. But alongside that, there was a strange, almost perverse excitement that he couldn't ignore.
Adrian, his dominant, was occupying himself as he always did during a scene; paying meticulous attention to every inch of Ashur's body.
At times, it could feel like torture, but there were fleeting moments when Ashur would find relief from the intense sensations that Adrian inflicted upon him. However, it was the moments in between, when he was left alone in his thoughts, that Ashur felt lost in a sea of emotions.
Adrian shifted, positioning himself on the stone slab behind Ashur. His hands moved to Ashur's shoulders, tracing the contours of his muscles before sliding down his arms. Ashur shivered at the contact, unsure if it was from fear or desire.
His body tensed as Adrian's deft fingers worked their way upwards, reaching the scars that marred Ashur's back. Each mark was a testament to a time when Ashur's will had been broken, and he had been forced to submit to a dominant creature. But now, with Adrian's gentle touch, Ashur couldn't help but wonder if things might be different.
"Adrian..." Ashur whispered, unsure of what to say, or whether he even had the right to say anything.
His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, and his body was aching from the endless sessions of BDSM play.
Ashur took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Why are you doing this to me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Adrian would firmly grab Adrian's testicle, and painfully squeeze them. "Did I say you could speak? We are about to have the police officiate your weakness. If you attempt question me again, you will not spend a single moment of your life past this point, not choking on your own, amputated penis. I'll do it infront of them, it is not like you have any rights."
Adrian's words are filled with spite and venom, the squeezing becoming almost unbearable. Ashur's vision begins to blur, his breath coming in short, pain-filled gasps.
"Fine, I understand," he chokes out, clutching at Adrian's hand in a desperate plea for relief.
Adrian only smirks, releasing his grip just enough for Ashur to catch his breath. "That's better. I am your master now, you are my submissive. Your no longer a man. You will never have kids, and you will never have a normal life again."
Adrian's voice was cold and unyielding, the words landing like a punch to Ashur's gut. His grip on Ashur's testicles tightened once more, causing him to wince in pain.
"You are officially property now, Ashur. Don't ever forget that."
As if to emphasize his point, Adrian gave one final, painful squeeze before releasing him. Ashur collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks as he struggled to catch his breath.
His entire body felt raw and tender, each movement sending a sharp pain coursing through him.
He couldn't believe what had happened. Just hours ago, he had been a free man, with a job and a life of his own. But now, he was nothing more than someone else's property, forced to serve and submit to Adrian's every whim.
Adrian stood over him, his expression unreadable as he watched Ashur writhe in pain on the floor.
Ashur couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal washing over him. How had things gone so wrong, so quickly? He had never wanted this, never asked for it.
But as much as Ashur wanted to fight back, to resist Adrian's control, he knew it was futile. Adrian was too powerful, too dominant. He had broken Ashur's will, over and over again, until Ashur had no choice but to submit.
"Please," Ashur whispered, his voice barely above a whisper
Adrian would firmly dig his foot into Asher's groin.
"I will cut off your dick. You have already lost your manhood, do you want to lose your boy hood too?" Adrian barked, continuing to dig his foot into Ashur's groin. "I hope you understand the importance of respecting your master."
Ashur whimpered, his breath stolen from him by the brutal force of Adrian's foot and the frightening reality of his situation. He had never felt more helpless, scared, and alone. The sting of disobedience was like nothing he had ever experienced, and he never wanted to feel it again.
Ashur couldn't help but feel a deep sense of shame and self-loathing wash over him. He had always thought of himself as a strong, independent man, but now he was nothing more than a submissive little bitch.
Adrian looked down at Ashur with a mix of disgust and disdain. He had never had a submissive fight back so much before, and it was beginning to wear on his patience.
"Get up," Adrian barked, his voice echoing through the dimly lit dungeon.
Ashur struggled to his feet, his body aching and sore from the abuse he had endured. He looked up at Adrian, his eyes filled with fear and shame.
"You will learn respect, Ashur. Or you will suffer the consequences." Adrian's words were cold and calculated, leaving no room for argument. Ashur nodded, still reeling from the pain in his groin.
Just then, the sound of heavy boots could be heard approaching the dungeon. Ashur's heart raced as he realized what was happening.
The submission police had arrived to officiate his new role as Adrian's submissive. He couldn't believe this was really happening to him.
Adrian stood tall and proud, exuding an aura of dominance and control. Ashur knew he didn't stand a chance against him. He felt a sense of hopelessness wash over him as the officers entered the dungeon.
"Well, well, well," one of the officers sneered, eyeing Ashur up and down with a mixture of disgust and amusement.
"Looks like we've got ourselves a new sub."
Ashur couldn't believe what he was hearing. He felt like he was in some sort of nightmare, stuck in an endless loop of torment and degradation.
The officer approached him, grabbing a hold of his chin and forcing him to meet his gaze. "You're lucky we don't lock you up for being a useless sack of shit. Now is your last chance to prove your not a subhuman cum dumpster." The officer tightened his grip on Ashur's chin, causing tears to well up in his eyes.
Ashur tried to speak, but his voice was caught in his throat. He swallowed hard and nodding weakly, unable to tear his gaze away from the police officer's cold, cruel stare.
"Good," the officer sneered, finally releasing him. "Whenever I say go, the two of you will fight for domination. The loser will be branded, and legally bound to the winner for five years, to which we will then officiate again."
Ashur's heart sank. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had never been in a fight before, let alone a dominance fight. And to make matters worse, the thought of getting branded with a mark of submission made him feel sick to his stomach.
Adrian, on the other hand, seemed confident and ready for the challenge. He stood next to Ashur, his face a mask of calm and focus. Ashur couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration and anger building up inside of him. Why did Adrian get to be the dominant one?
Why was he the one who got to call the shots and make the decisions? Ashur couldn't understand it. He had always been the one in charge, the one with the strength and the courage to take control. But now, here he was, lying on Adrian's limestone floor, serving as his submissive.
"GO!" The officer's voice echoed through the dungeon, a split second later, the fight was on.
Adrian moved with lightning-fast precision, his every move a calculated and deliberate strike. Ashur, on the other hand, was a mess of nerves and adrenaline, moving erratically as he tried to defend himself.
The fight was brutal and intense, with Adrian dominating from the start. Ashur could barely keep up with the relentless onslaught of punches and kicks, each one leaving him more battered and bruised than the last.
He fought back with every last ounce of strength he had left, but it was no use. Adrian was a seasoned dominant, and Ashur was just a weak, helpless submissive.
The fight seemed to go on forever, with Adrian tirelessly striking Ashur again and again. Ashur's body was battered and bruised, his vision fading in and out as he struggled to stay conscious.
Before he could blink, he would be lifted by Adrian, and his asshole would be stuffed with his master's dick.
One moment Ashur was struggling to keep conscious, fighting to stay alive, and the next, he found himself being violated in the most intimate of ways. The pain was excruciating, sharper than anything he had ever felt, as Adrian began his brutal and relentless assault on Ashur's body.
Ashur had never imagined that something like this could happen to him, or that he could ever find himself in such a compromising position.
Adrian would lift his legs and pump himself into Asher, while the police would approach with the branding stick.
Asher would struggle.
Adrian, however, wouldn't slow down. He wanted to make sure the dominance would be clear to the police officers. The end result was a brutal, painful fight that Ashur barely managed to survive.
When it was over, Ashur felt like he had been run over by a truck. His whole body was battered and bruised, and his mind was spinning. He tried to catch his breath as the officers approached, their gaze fixed on Ashur's battered form.
The lead officer stepped forward, biro in hand.