Oh, what a beautiful night this was!

Rather than just one man in a mask, Antithesis had encountered a group of about ten, possibly more—though illuminated by the lantern lights, the area was still rather dark. Bandanas covered their mouths and noses, and black masquerade masks covered their eyes. Every member of the group held a Nail Bar. Tyrant had defined that as a metal or wooden bat or thick stick with nails shoved through the thickest part. Most frowned upon their usage, as many better, more suitable weapons existed in the world. He'd continued fighting, but though they were frowned upon, Nail Bars were known for being well-suited for "savage-like ass-beating."

So rather than experience that, Antithesis allowed himself to be dragged out of the tube, down across the ground for about a fourth of a mile, and into a little shack. At that point, a blindfold covered his eyes, and something that he assumed was a ball gag held his mouth shut. Also at that point they stopped dragging him, instead pushing him dangerously down a staircase that seemed to go forever. He'd almost fallen no less than eighteen times, and he was completely convinced that he'd sprained his ankle. Still, they shoved and hissed with breath that smelled like alcohol and shame.

At some point he reached flat flooring, hardwood based on the clacking of many boots against it. They tossed him to that floor, roughly and without hesitation.

And then some other shit happened, and that all led to Antithesis's current position.

That room possessed a bed and nothing else, but by no means was that bed normal. No, it was straight out of a dominatrix's darkest fantasies. He was stripped completely naked, save for the blindfold covering his eyes and the gag filling his mouth. His wrists were crossed above his head, and those wrists were restrained by two black cords that stretched down from the ceiling. In a similar situation were his legs. At the edge of the bed were two stirrups, which both of his feet rested in. Being at either side of the bed, the stirrups spread his legs far enough apart that they were perfect for someone to assault. Ooh, and assault, they did. Within his ass, a thick plastic dick buzzed and vibrated. Now, Antithesis wasn't unaccustomed to taking anal—all good gays went through it at least twice before deciding their preferred position. However, Antithesis's preferred position was top, so the foreign body made him feel like a pussy and a bitch. However, since it was dry humping his prostate, it was rather arousing, but even if he was fine with coming, he couldn't. A metal ring held in place by two cords that extended to either bedside rested underneath his tip, leaving him painfully and shamefully hard.

Shit, this was horrible. His earpiece had been ripped off and broken prior to him being restrained this way, so there was—in theory—no way for him to know just what had happened. However, knowing Tyrant, he'd probably figure out what was going on rather quickly. Either that or he'd continue with his own raid before coming back for Antithesis.

Although…Tyrant had professed his love for Antithesis…so perhaps…perhaps he'd come back—

Shit, the vibrator was intense!

"Whataya wanna do with 'im?" a growly voice asked.

"Dunno," a similar voice replied. "He doesn't seem to be strugglin' much. Maybe we can sell 'im."

"Ah, that's true. He ain't bad lookin'. Tall, extremely muscular, good face, no tattoos or piercings, kinda tame…he'd fetch a nice price."

"What should we call 'im, tho?"

"Dunno. Maybe somethin' like 'Gentle Giant.'"

"Fuck, no, that's bullshit!"

"Just a suggestion. I dun see you sayin' anythin'."

"Fuckin' fight me!"

Something clattered in the distance, and based on their voices, both seemed to turn toward the noise.

"What the fuck—?"

A loud thump, followed by a scream. "What the fuck was 'at?!"

Metal on leather sounded, but so did another thump, and after that, all was quiet.

It stayed that way for a few moments, with Antithesis only able to hear the sound of the vibrator and his own grunts and whimpers.

Gradually footsteps drew closer, sounding more like heels against hardwood than boots. A woman? Shit, he was kidding about the dominatrix!

"Well, isn't this an unexpected sight."

Antithesis's eyes widened beneath the blindfold, which was thrown off of his eyes moments later. His mouth was ungagged, allowing him to speak.

"Ulterior!"

He smiled so pleasantly down at Antithesis that it made him extremely uncomfortable. "You look rather comfortable, Antithesis."

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" A rush of vibration hit him, and a little groan escaped his throat. Ulterior chuckled.

"Saving your ass. For a payment, of course."

"P-Pay...ment…?" His eyes widened again. If Ulterior was here…then that meant…

He touched his ear, and Antithesis noticed another earpiece. "South room. Torture pit."

"Is...is he…?"

"If you mean your lover, yes," Ulterior said. "He'll be here shortly. That little bang you probably heard earlier was one of Tyrant's stink bombs."

Come to think, it did smell sort of like ass and grape juice.

"Can you at least…take out…the vibra—" The sensation within him grew more powerful, and his dick felt ready to pop. "Out…!"

"It's not my place to touch," Ulterior said. "Believe me, I'm not much better than you are, Antithesis."

But you don't have a vibrator in your ass or your dick restrained! Antithesis mentally shouted.

Booted feet hit metal steps in the distance, and Antithesis managed to turn away from his suffering and instead toward the door. "Ulmo!" Sure enough, it was Tyrant.

"Here!" Ulterior called back.

More footsteps sounded, and moments later Tyrant appeared in the doorway. "He's in—" His attention shot to Antithesis, and he stared with wide eyes. "—here…?"

Antithesis made to say something, but words failed to reach him as his pain grew.

Instead, Ulterior jumped in, "Based on the fact that it's plugged, they didn't do anything to his ass. Probably just did this and left. It's been about…looks like half an hour."

It felt like years.

"And you didn't free him?" Tyrant asked.

Ulterior shrugged. "I figured you'd want the honor."

"Ah…yeah…can you…go…?"

"Gladly." Ulterior exited the room.

A look between unease and surprise on his face, Tyrant walked up to Antithesis. "You look kinda cute restrained, to be honest." He first pulled out the vibrator, and save for a few seconds of intensity, the movement sparked relief in his body. Tyrant examined the toy. "Fuck, this is old. Newer ones come with little lube holes in them." He tossed it to the side, then undid the restraints on his member. "You're gonna come?"

"Y-Yeah…"

"Go ahead. I'll clean you up after." He pulled off the main ring, and as soon as that left the tip, the floodgates released. Antithesis drew in a sharp breath, and with an arch of his back, white liquid spewed into the air and onto his body. He let out an elongated, pleased groan, much louder than he'd originally wanted. At this point, though, he was more relieved to just be rid of the agony and embarrassment that had plagued him a moment before.

He practically collapsed in the bed, though the restraints prevented him from truly relaxing. Panting, he said, "I'd kiss you if I wasn't disgusted…"

"I understand. I'd kiss you, too, if you didn't look like a shiny piece of shit." Onto the arm and leg restraints he went. "Do you think you can walk?"

Once unrestrained, his arms and legs fell limply onto the bed.

"Take that as a 'no…'"

"No, I'm fine…just a little shaken from the…the things…I'll be good in a little bit."

"All right." Tyrant cupped his cheek and kissed him on the cheek. "There. All better." He patted his cheek before stepping away. "Clothes...well, fuck, looks like they're not here."

"What?"

"You have no clothes. Not sure where they went, but they're not here."

So he'd have to travel back completely naked—wonderful.

"And you wouldn't happen to have extra clothes on you? Boxers, at least?"

"Mmm, I have some on my body…"

"How tight are your pants?"

Tyrant didn't reply.

"Fuck."

"I don't think Ulterior's willing to give up his, either." Tyrant stared at Antithesis, and he tilted his head to the ide. "Hmm…can you get up yet?"

Antithesis nodded and rose from the bed. He still leaned against the wall, his legs unsteady and stomach on the verge of evicting all substances within it. Tyrant grabbed the single bedsheet and tore it down with a knife. He then wrapped the cloth around Antithesis's waist, using pins from his hair to secure it in place. It fell to about his knee, and while thin, it was good enough for now.

"There. You're welcome. Good to go?"

Antithesis nodded.

"Wonderful. You need a fucking shower."