Dungeon delve (for Manicorn)

[Pseudosym]

Brosh lies motionless on the bed, trying to get the lay of things without moving his head. He can tell for certain his sword is not in its usual place at his hip.

He is in a small room. It appears to be stone, like the rest of the dungeon, though Brosh can make out some meager furnishing--a small chest of drawers in a corner, and a simple wooden stool.

He can also make out the source of the shuffling sound. A young man stands at the chest of drawers, fiddling with something out of Brosh's view. The boy appears to be human, thin and gangly, with an expression that looks almost frightened, even at rest.

He turns toward Brosh's bed, holding a small jar of some sort. Brosh becomes suddenly aware that his leggings have been rolled down to his thighs, which means his naked ass is prominently on display.

Then the young man touches something to Brosh's left butt cheek. It's a gel or ointment of some kind. And it feels as cold as ice, shooting a chill up Brosh's spine.

[Manicorn]

"O-ohhh," Brosh moans out despite himself. He flushes as the attendant obviously notices. He couldn't help it though. After the pain of that last whipping, the ointment feels good.


"You," he says, lowering his voice to a threatening tone. He's not outright attacking yet, but if he doesn't like the answers he gets, he may just might. "Who are you? What is this place? And... just what are you rubbing on my ass?"

[Pseudosym]

The young man jumps about a foot in the air, nearly dropping the little jar. He bobbles it for a second before catching it in trembling fingers.

"I'm sorry!" he squeaks, put on the defensive by Brosh's tone. "You were unconscious, and you were hurt, so I..." He trails off and flushes red, apparently embarrassed now that Brosh is awake.

He finally collects himself. He holds the little jar out for Brosh to see. It's mosty empty, with a trace of some shiny blue stuff inside.

"I... don't know exactly what it is," the boy admits. "I took it off a wizard who passed through here a while ago. It helps with the soreness. This is the last of it, though." He resumes his attention to Brosh's backside, slathering the rest of the stuff across the man's cheeks.

"There," he says. "That should do it."

The ointment is freezing cold at first. As it dries, the iciness subsides, and Brosh is left with a gentle, pleasantly cool sensation. He can feel the welts receding, the bruises fading. In a short time, his rear end is fully healed.

"My name's Aldri," says the young man. He appears quite nervous. "I... I got stuck down here a while ago."

He gestures around the little room, and Brosh takes in the rest of it. A threadbare carpet covers the floor by the chest of drawers, and there are some decorative carvings in the stone walls.

"There are a bunch of these little rooms," says Aldri. "I think it used to be a dormitory." He points through an open doorway at one end of the room, which leads to a corridor running to the left and right. "There's a big room down one end of the hall. It looks like a chapel of some kind." He shifts nervously. "You got swallowed by the chest thing, right? It spits people out down there. They usually go unconscious, so I can grab food or supplies, or whatever. I've been able to get by, so far."

He cuts off abruptly, suddenly wearing an extremely guilty expression.

"A-anyway," he stammers, "You need to go through the chapel to get out of here. But there's... there's something in there. I can't get through."

[Manicorn]

Brosh hesitantly touches the skin of his bottom. To his amazement he finds the round, firm cheeks pleasantly cool and unwelted, like they'd never been spanked at all. He looks at the young man with some grudging respect as he turns over, then slowly gets to his feet. He pulls his pants back up over the mounds and cinches his belt securely.

"Good to meet you, Aldri," he says. "I'm Brosh."

He takes a moment to look over the room, still searching for his sword. He's also taking stock of what provisions he might have access to. So this was some sort of dormitory? The boy doesn't seem like a threat, but he's definitely hiding something.

"So I'm still in the dungeon? Just how big is this place, anyway? I thought I was at the end of it up there," he says. He makes sure that Aldri meets his gaze. "And just how long have you been stuck here for, kid?"

[Pseudosym]

Brosh scans the room. It is quite small and sparsely furnished. The bed, the dresser, the stool, the rug. The open door in one wall. The one thing that's plainly missing is any sign of Brosh's sword.

Come to think of it, Brosh had more than just a sword on him. The pouch with his thieves' tools and lockpicks is missing, too, along with any food or water he'd had on him. He has the clothes on his back... and nothing more.

Meanwhile, Aldri responds to Brosh's questions. "You were," he says. "At the end of it, I mean. The dungeon. At least... I think so. But down here..." he shakes his head. "We have to find our way back up. There's really only one way to go. But like I said... the way is blocked."

"And just how long have you been stuck here for, kid?"

Aldri peels his gaze from the floor to look Brosh in the eye. He clearly finds it uncomfortable to do so. He shifts from foot to foot, and his eyes flicker from Brosh's face to his shoulder and back, then to the door, then to the floor, then back. This kid holds himself with all the dignity and composure of a lost rabbit.

"Oh... about..." He thinks a moment. "Three--no... maybe five months? It's hard to say. I've seen a few adventurers. And maybe a couple weeks between each of them." He shuffles his feet, again. "None of them wanted to help me." And he raises two wide, brown eyes to look straight into Brosh's. "Will you help me get out of here?"

[Manicorn]

"Sure, kid, I'll help you out," Brosh says with a shrug. He looks around, then settles back on the bed, sitting this time. It's a relief that he doesn't so much as wince at putting any weight on his backside. The kid did good with the ointment. "Sounds like the two of us are in this together, anyway. It makes sense to team up. There's just a few things to go over first..."

When he strikes, it's as fast as a cobra.

Aldri doesn't look like much of a threat. Assuming Brosh's instincts are right, he should be able to grab the kid easily, then toss him bodily over his lap. After that, it should be an equally simple matter to pin him in place, bottom in the air. Then Aldri's gonna learn something he might've wished he'd known before: that the imps and other creatures aren't the only things in this dungeon that can deliver a good spanking.

Brosh raises his hand high over that helpless butt.

"Let's start with: what did you do with my sword?"

[Pseudosym]

 

Brosh rolls a 21
Aldri rolls a 5 to dodge

Aldri startles at Brosh's lunge. He tries to move out of the way, but he is far, far too late. Brosh flings him over his lap as easily as a rag doll.

"Ahh! Wait! Wait!" Aldri's hands hit the floor as his backside is hoisted high. He struggles, but his slight frame is no match for Brosh's sheer strength.

The boy wears a simple tunic and leggings, as befitting a commoner of middling status. They are by no means designed for protection except from the tamest of elements. Still, he is no doubt about to be grateful for the scant padding they do afford.

"I... I..." Aldri stammers as Brosh asks about his sword. "I've been down here for so long! I just want to get out of here! Please!"

[Manicorn]

"Oh, I can understand that."

SMACK.

Brosh's rough hand slaps down, good and hard, on the seat of those worn pants. It's a sound blow--not barbarically hard, but definitely enough to raise a sting on Aldri's cheeks.

"It makes perfect sense to do whatever you have to to escape. We are all thieves here, right? We all fell down here the same way. So I don't begrudge ya that, believe me."

SMACK. SMACK.

The blows don't pause. They're coming at regular intervals now, alternating sides each time. Brosh's hand is hard and calloused, perfectly capable of spanking for days at a time.

"But that doesn't answer my question..."

SMACK!!

That blow shows off more of the bandit's brute strength. It slams right into the underside of Aldri's rear. Brosh is a bit of a bully. This isn't the first time he's punished someone who can't put up much of a fight.

"So I'm gonna ask again: where's my damn sword, boy?"

[Pseudosym]

Aldri yelps at the first few smacks. "Stop it! Stop it, please--ah!"

As Brosh picks up his pace, Aldri buries his head and groans. He's an easy target, to be sure... but Brosh can also tell the boy's no stranger to spanking. He's fighting to maintain his composure, even as he begins to squirm on Brosh's lap.

"It's not here!" he squeaks. "It--ow!--I hid it! I'll give it back, after--ah!--after you h-help me! After we get out of here! I promise!" He grits his teeth and balls his hands into fists, apparently determined to hold out for as long as he can.

[Manicorn]

"What?" Brosh guffaws at that. "I gotta admit, you got balls, kid!"

In conflict with his words though are Brosh's actions. The bandit gets a good fistful of fabric at the back of Aldri's pants, then hauls straight down. The boy's bottom wobbles into sight, rosy and decidedly bare.

CRACK!

Brosh's palm meets his right cheek as matter-of-factly as if he were practicing a combat move. It's hard enough the sound echoes throughout the entire dorm.

"Doesn't seem like you've thought this one through though. Don't ya think I'll probably need the sword to deal with whatever's in the chapel? Not to mention..." Brosh has to give a snicker as he lands a second hard slap, this time fully on Aldri's left buttock. WHACK! "Trying ta' negotiate with the guy who's lap you're already slung over never goes well. Trust me. So why don't you just hand the thing over and we can get on with it? Unless you want to get tanned."