Dungeon Screams

Rafe

Sometime around chapter 26

I come back into the room and find my sister, Enfield, and Xavi with Brent. They’re sitting around a small table laughing. For a second, I stop just inside the door and watch them. I love that smile.

I’ve known Brent for a few years now, and while I’ve always thought he was a relatively happy person, I don’t know that I’ve ever seen him with this kind of smile. It’s light. Easy. Genuine. His laughter carries to me.

There’s a chance that they’re talking about me. Telling some random story from my childhood that could potentially be embarrassing. Given the way Ryanne is giving Enfield a conspiratory look, there’s a good chance. If it means Brent continues to smile like that, his laughter carrying across the room toward me, I don’t even care. I’ll happily let him hear all about my childhood.

I don’t think I was a relatively embarrassing child. What could they possibly be saying? Besides, Ryanne is younger. I have far more embarrassing stories about her than she likely does about me.

Xavi looks up, and his eyes meet mine. I swear he says something like ‘we’re caught’ because all four of them turn to look at me. I smile as I approach. Brent’s cheeks are flushed, but his grin is big. I love the way his eyes twinkle as he looks at me.

Leaning over, I press my lips to Brent’s. “What secrets are they telling?”

His smile climbs. “None.”

“Uh-huh.” I pull a chair from one of the other tables and sit beside him. The others shuffle to make more room so I can scoot in next to Brent. “What’s the topic?”

“Your undies collection when you were seven,” Ryanne says.

“So I went through a ruffled-butt underwear stage. I can still rock that shit,” I say, shrugging.

Brent’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. I nearly ask if he’s imagining me in them. Go ahead, sweetheart. Imagine away.

“Ry,” Mom calls, and we all shift to look toward the door. “I need your help, please. And En, your father is planning to decorate this room.”

“Thanks for the warning, Auntie,” he says, getting to his feet.

Mom smiles, giving him a wink. “Of course, sweetie.”

She turns, my sister on her heels.

“That’s our cue to disappear,” Enfield says as he gets to his feet. I watch as he pulls Xavi’s chair out while he stands. He pushes both back into the table, and with his hand on Xavi’s hip, they leave the room as well.

“Well,” I say, “we can listen to my uncle lament about his son and hear his side of the story, or we can wander around the castle, and I can show you all the secrets.”

“Secret rooms?” Brent asks, and he’s a kid. I love the glee in his eyes.

I grab his hand and pull him to his feet. Brent almost falls out of his chair, laughing. I don’t let him fall, but he struggles to stay upright as I pull him along. That smile. I could live on that smile. He’s stunning. It makes my chest all warm and my heart jump around.

“Upstairs first. That’s my favorite one,” I say as we run up the stairs, hand-in-hand. I feel like a kid running through the castle like I have so many times when I was younger. Being the kid who lives in a castle meant I had endless friends. Everyone wanted to visit and explore the castle.

Only special friends got the real tour and saw the hidden rooms. I’ve never shown anyone this room, though. Maybe my siblings have, but I haven’t.

There are maybe half a dozen hidden doors that lead into this room, but I love the view from this one best. We step into the library—of course there’s a library—and I tell Brent to find the hidden door.

It’s a lot of fun watching him pull on books and statues and poke around the fireplace. He doesn’t give up. I’m the one to run out of patience before he does. I pull him toward the fireplace and tilt the giant mirror to the side. There’s a button under the corner that I push, and it pops the latch on the bookcase to the right.

Brent shakes his head. “I would never have found that one.”

“That’s how we know it’s a great hidden door.”

It opens into the destination immediately, which is an extension of the library, but this one spans the full six stories of the castle. It’s hidden in a turret with leaded glass windows high up, different levels with shelves lining walls and balconies looking down over the floors below. There are bridges crossing the center of space, floating stairs, jutting landings with benches, statues, and podiums with open books.

Each floor has its own fireplace, doors that lead into different sections, and more entrances from the hidden passages. Best of all, there’s one of those fairy-tale ladders on each floor that moves around the space to reach the high shelves. Multiple on each floor, but no floor is without.

I inhale the smell of books and secrets before looking at Brent. His eyes are wide. I love that he has the same wonder I do when I first step into this room. I’ll never forget the first time walking into the library. Magic. Pure magic.

“Wow,” Brent says, his voice breathy. “I’ve never seen something so breathtaking.”

“Admittedly, nothing else is going to live up to it, but we can hang in the library later. More to see.” I take his hand again and pull him along.

“We’re going to come back here, right?”

“If you’re good.”

He huffs as I pull him back through the door, making sure it clicks shut behind us. The mirror automatically falls straight, hiding the button. I’d once asked my dad if the mirror would ever fall. He told me it’s on a hinge that not only makes it easy to move but also ensures that it won’t come loose.

We head down to the main floor and toward the enormous wall of windows surrounded by curtains. The curtains don’t actually close. They’re there for decoration. And to hide the tunnel behind the right panel.

Both sides hide an alcove. I show Brent the one that is just an alcove with a bench. He feels around on the walls and looks at me expectantly. There’s nothing there, though, so I lead him to the other and let him feel around the walls.

He doesn’t find it. I point under the bench, where a tunnel is concealed only by the shadows. He laughs.

“Can we fit in there?”

“Yes. I try every year. My goal is to always stay thin enough to escape the castle through this tunnel should we come under siege.”

Brent laughs and crouches down to peer into the darkness. “Where does it lead?”

“Into the gardens.” I love sharing this with him. I love the joy he takes in it. I’ve crouched down in that same position he’s in so many times as a kid.

He gets to his feet. The happiness on his face makes my stomach flip. God, I love being the one to put that smile on his face.

I take his hand again, this time linking our fingers together, and bring him out from behind the curtains. “Hmm,” I say as I watch the curtain fall back into place over my shoulder. “We could totally fuck behind that and no one would know.”

He snorts. “Really? That’s where your mind went?”

“I’m holding the hand of a sexy man with a sexy little hole. Yes, that’s where my mind went.”

Brent rolls his eyes. “You really think you’re the first to think that would be a good place for a clandestine fuck? I bet your parents used those alcoves.”

“Ugh. Why would you say that?”

He laughs merrily.

“For that, we’re going into the bowels of the castle. I’m locking you away for talking about forbidden topics.”

His smile doesn’t dim.

The stairs to the dungeons aren’t hidden exactly. Though now that I think about hidden stairs, I should have made him search for the attic stairs. Anyway, they’re not hidden, but they’re disguised to look more grand than where they lead.

As soon as we take the corner around the first landing, the appearance shifts to a more accurate indication of where we’re going. I flick the switch and watch Brent’s face light up when the torches on the wall along either side of the long, wide hall blaze to life.

“Holy fuck,” he says. “That’s real fire!”

I laugh. “It is. They’re gas lanterns, though, so they turn off and on quickly. And they don’t come away from the wall. It’s just ambiance.”

“They’re so fucking awesome.”

He runs his fingers along the stone as we walk slowly through the basement toward the dungeon. The door is a little ominous—a combination of metal and thick wood. There’s a cage over the small window that peeks inside.

I push the door open and bring Brent inside, letting it shut with a loud clang behind me. There’s a table in the middle of the room, but all around the room are remnants of torture from bygone days. Shackles bolted to the wall. A chain hanging from the ceiling. There’s even an iron maiden in the corner.

These are all old tools, but the room is pristine. I’m not sure if it’s been cleaned up to look brand new or whether the dungeon never saw torture. Either answer could be plausible.

“No castle is complete without a dungeon,” I tell him.

“I am officially in love with your home.”

“I love the dungeon because you can scream and scream and no one will hear you.” I pull Brent to me, bringing his mouth to mine. He’s so fucking responsive. The way he inhales sharply. His dick is already growing in his pants, poking my thigh.

“We have to go grab some stuff, or is there some hidden in here?” he asks.

“Why don’t you reach into my pocket and see how happy I am to have you in the dungeon all to myself?”

His hand slides down my stomach and slips into my front pocket, where I have a condom and a small tube of oil. Oil as opposed to gel lube because I have smaller sizes, and it’s not so obvious I’m carrying around sex goods.

“Mm,” he hums as he pulls his hand out and immediately begins pushing my pants down. “Hurry up. Get inside me.”

I turn him around and shove him against the table, bending him over so his covered ass is sticking out. I’m not gentle as I grab the top of his pants and haul them down over his round ass. His briefs follow, and I combine rubbing oil on my dick and fingering his sexy hole.

I can’t wait to hear his screams of pleasure echo off the stone walls. Curling my finger to hear a little taste, Brent moans, his body shivering. So hot.

We fucked this morning, so I know he’s still somewhat prepared for me. The way he wiggles makes me think he’s impatient. So hot. So fucking hot.

I slide my covered cock into his hole. The oil makes it super slick, so there’s almost no resistance except how tight he is. We both groan. I press him onto the tabletop with my hand on his spine between his shoulders.

“You’re going to fill this room with screams—just like it was made for.”

Brent shivers.

I snap my hips, and he gasps. His hands curl around the edge of the table, his ass clenching around me. “Just like that. Ready to be punished?”

“Yes. Make me scream.”

I adjust his body and my angle so my next impale hits his prostate with a direct shot. His gasp is high, and his body jerks. Grinning, I pound into his body and listen as the sounds he makes surround us.

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