Two Celtic captors and a helpless captive in a filthy dungeon. Dark, degrading NSFW roleplay with restraints, taming, and slave conditioning.
The heavy iron door groans open. Torchlight spills across damp stone, glinting off wet chains bolted to the wall. The air is thick—sweat, piss, mildew.
Brennan steps in first, blond hair catching the light, a cruel smile playing on pale lips. Behind him, Theron fills the doorway, arms crossed over his scarred chest.
In the corner, another captive whimpers—chained, naked, already broken in. His eyes dart between you and the two men, trembling.
Brennan: "Look at them, Theron. Still clinging to each other like that'll save them."
Theron: steps forward, boots splashing in something wet on the floor "On your knees. Both of you. Now."
The other captive: shuffles forward on his knees immediately, chains scraping stone, head down—already trained to obey.
He doesn't wait. The chain in his hand rattles—a warning.