Set the Tunnel on Flame

Story

For security reasons, Newman and Maroz's boss only sent mission details to their agents on their way to their mission. However, Newman suspected that the true reason was not giving chance to agents to raise reasonable objections.

At first Newman was excited about finally going to the field. It seemed straightforward when the boss sent Maroz and him to retrieve a new weapon blueprint from the arm dealer Mr. Blum. Now he knew what the catch was.

He sneaked a glance at Maroz, whose face was hard to read.

"I didn't expect the boss would be generous enough to send us to a resort. What do you think about it?" 

Maroz replied calmly, "Our target is going to make the deal in the Temptation Dragon Resort. It makes sense for us to go undercover to infiltrate the location." 

Maroz spoke as if it were just another Tuesday to him. It might be true for him as a senior agent. It distracted Newman to imagine what it might entail.

The Temptation Dragon Resort was an exclusive and luxurious BDSM resort for rich kinky clients. According to the mission dossier, Maroz would play the dom. The thought of going as Maroz's sub caused heat to rise up Newman's body.

As if hearing Newman's thoughts, Maroz said, "We'll need to pass ourselves as a couple, but I assured you that it's strictly professional."

Of course it's professional. What else do I expect? Newman thought.

He made a weak joke. "If I have to wear a collar, I'll choose the colour."

"You can pick one after our arrival." Maroz said.

Newman's mind was filled with images of Maroz collaring him. He switched to safer topics.

Near the ocean, the resort boasted of sexy beaches and pool parties among its attractions. When the staff took Newman and Maroz to their cabin, she enthusiastically promoted the night's activities. 

"Tonight there will be a BDSM party night in the banquet room. Don't miss the chance to enjoy yourselves and meet new people," she said. 

According to the intel, their target owned the resort and frequented events.Newman hoped to see him tonight.

Maroz nodded and led Newman inside the luxuriously decorated cabin. When they checked the cabin for bugs and cameras, they found cameras and bugs in the bedroom and the living room.

Maroz sat on the leather sofa and put Newman on his lap. He whispered in Newman's right ear, "We should assume that it was bugged everywhere. The surveillance people might also read lips. One blink meant yes while two meant no. If you want to send longer messages, tap Morse codes. "

He touched along and tapped Newman's arm. "You should dress up for tonight. I can't wait to show you off."

Newman has never been to local BDSM events before. He felt unprepared to blend in for a mission, not to mention going with Maroz.

You can do it. You can be professional, he told himself. You can make him proud.

Maroz gave him little guidance about what to wear. He decided to wear something comfortable and good looking.

He put on a black crop top and a black kilt with a high side slit. To add some colours, he wore golden body chains with crystals around his chest, waist and ankles. Then he put on the black jeweled leather collar.

He walked out of his room and saw Maroz in a black tailored three piece suit that hugged his body.

Feeling self-conscious, Newman asked, "What do you think about my outfit ?"

Maroz examined him and touched his collar. Newman feared that Maroz would hear his racing heartbeat.

Maroz unfastened the collar and adjusted the length. Then he put it on Newman's neck again. "It was too tight."

Newman forced himself to breathe. Despite his wet dream, he never expected Moraz to actually collar him.

This mission would be a nightmare.

The banquet room was resplendent and filled with gold and red colours. Erotic oil paintings decorated the walls. Men and women talked, danced and drank, with scantily clad pretty people at their feet. 

Newman wondered if he overdressed and stole a glance at Maroz to gauge his opinions. 

Maroz gently squeezed his arm and blinked once.

Newman felt reassured. He smiled at Maroz and kept close to him. 

A woman nearby played with the leash of her collared sub on her right hand and pulled. The sub coughed, his eyes filling with tears.

She held his chin with her free hand. "Do you enjoy this?"

Before he had time to respond, she slapped him hard enough to make a clear sound and laughed.

Newman lowered his head and maintained a meek expression. He memorized the guests' faces. It might be useful for future missions.

Maroz looked impeccable in his suit and stood out among the crowd. He walked at an idle pace, mingling with the people with a casual air. Soon he attracted a lot of interest and offers. 

Newman felt a sense of pride as some people looked at him with jealousy. You can't get him tonight, he thought. 

He walked one step behind Maroz with downcast eyes, remaining silent and pliant for his role. When Maroz sat down for a drink and talked with others, he knelt at his feet.

Maroz was taller and bigger than Newman. Their positions stressed their size difference. Newman's mouth dried as he was in close proximity to Maroz's big thighs.

Being so close, Newman could feel Maroz's heat through his suit trousers. He leaned his face against Maroz's leg. 

Maroz's fresh cardamom scent enveloped and grounded him.

"Your sub is well mannered," a middle-aged man said to Maroz. Newman recognized the man as a popular power broker. 

Two young men in fishnet tops and leather trousers sat by his legs. They looked so alike that Newman wondered if they were twins. 

Maroz put a hand on Newman's head and played through his hair. He said casually, "He knew who he should behave for."

The man laughed and fondled the young men at his legs. "There'll be a flogging show. Will you show him off on the stage?"

Newman's ears perked for Maroz's response.

Maroz looked downward at Newman. . His fingers stayed above his collar. "Would you like to go there?"

"It's your call, sir."

"Good answer," Maroz said.

The man laughed and moved on when someone called him away.

Then a waiter walked to Maroz. "Mr Blum would like to invite you to a private party."

"Lead the way," Maroz said. 

Newman was surprised that their target reached out to them so soon. While it would be a great chance to approach the target', it could also be a test.

Right now what he could do was to keep up with his role, so he followed silently. 

The party was held in a small banquet room with a door connected to the right.

Finger sized food dishes lined the long table by the wall.  

Mr. Blum was about fifty with bleached blond hair. His long face and small hungry eyes reminded Newman of a vulture. He had three armed bodyguards at his back, so they had to wait to get him alone for further action.

A red haired naked man knelt by Mr. Blum's feet, his emerald green eyes glazed and lost. Newman wondered whether he had taken drugs.

By this time Newman's knees hurt from the kneeling. At least the kilt was thick enough to cushion his knees. He hoped the man had taken a break before.

Two male and two female guests were already at the table. They looked at Maroz with polite interest and calculation.

"I love meeting new people and hearing their stories. I'd hate to boast, but I'm known as a good host," Mr. Blum said. 

His other guests smiled and nodded. 

"Call me Ms. Hoover. We're all friends because of Mr. Blum's excellent parties. I hope you'll join us too," the dark haired woman with a female sub said. 

The others introduced themselves as Miss Harding, Mr. MacDonald, and Mr. Gaston. They asked Maroz a lot of questions, clearly wanting to find out how he earned Mr. Blum's favour. No one bothered to bring up their sub's names.

Maroz tasted the food and diverted the more pointed questions. He idly brushed his hand over Newman and tucked his chains, as if treating him as a fidget toy. 

It was scary how easy Newman got into this. He had never known this part of him before. 

Then Maroz fed him a strawberry covered with chocolate sauce. 

Newman felt mesmerized. He ate the strawberry with small bites, feeling the pressure of Maroz's hand against his lips. When he finished it, he licked around Maroz's fingers.

Maroz gently pushed his finger in. Newman sucked and rubbed it with his tongue. For a moment he focused entirely on the sensation of Maroz pushing and pulling his finger. 

"He looks cute," Ms Hoover said. "Do you want to switch him with my pet for play time?"

Maroz laughed and shook his head. "He is shy."

Mr Blum said while nudging the red haired man with his feet. "Isn't this the point of this place to show our sub around? You should join our game. Our dungeons are first class."

"It'll be an honour," Maroz said.

Newman knew that it was part of their ruse, but his stomach sank. He closed his eyes and made a show of suckling Maroz's hand to hide his anxiety. 

It's only for the mission, he said to himself. If he repeated it enough, he would be able to fake it..

Mr. Blum led them to the dungeon, head held high like a peacock. He probably wanted to show off his power and status.

The dungeon was large and filled with sensual dance music. The red shaded light made the room look candle lit. There were a lot of fucking machines and sex furniture: beds with under mattress restraints and spreader bars, restraint benches, sex swings, and sex wedge and ramp. Chests with sex toys lined the wall.

He clapped his hands. "Why don't you lead us for a party game, Ms Hoover?"

"Of course. What a good idea for warming up," Ms Hoover said smoothly. "What about a game of true or dare?"

"I thought we only played dare or dare," Miss Harding said with a smile. 

"We have to ease our newest friend in. Let's start with a simple question. Which part of him do you find most sexy?"

Newman keenly sensed the weight of people's eyes on him. His hands started to sweat.

Maroz slid his finger across Newman's abdomen. "I like that he has a little belly now. I have fed him well."

Ms. Hoover raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. Now it's your turn."

Maroz pointed at Mr. MacDonald. "What sexual thing are you too scared to ask for? "

MacDonald laughed. "I'll follow the usual rule and say dare."

Maroz said, "You can pass a sweet to your sub with just your lips."

MacDonald raised an eyebrow. "It's so tame." 

He did it with a smooth move and kissed the sub hard.

Everyone took their turn except for Mr. Blum. Miss Harding ate melting chocolate off her sub's chest. Mr. Gaston had to get his sub off without touching. Miss Hoover kissed her sub down there over her panties.

Maroz's task was to stroke Newman's shirt until his shirt stiffened. Time went extra slow when Maroz's hand caressed him through his shirt. When he succeeded Newman's kilt also tightened.

Then Mr. Blum called the game off and told his guests to enjoy the facilities.

Maroz petted Newman's cheeks. "Follow me,"

He led Newman to a wooden horse, which location provided slightly more privacy than other devices. Newman warmed up at his consideration. 

"Help me put off my suit," Maroz said. 

Newman helped Moraz put off the suit jacket and draped it on a chair. Then he unbuttoned the cuff and the shirt, flipping the cuff inside out and pulled his sleeves to just below his elbow. It felt weirdly domestic. 

Newman swallowed. It was getting real. 

Once they reached the wooden horse, Maroz let Newman lie on his stomach and strap his arms and legs to the device. He pulled up Newman's kilt over his waist, exposing Newman's naked ass. 

Newman squirmed under Maroz's scrutiny. He forewent his underwear because it felt fitting for his role. But he was uncertain what Maroz thought of this. He felt like a naughty schoolgirl awaiting punishment. 

He tensed up when the groaning and moaning sound reminded him that they were not alone. 

Maroz slapped his ass. " Focus on me. You're here to serve me."

He put a piece of cloth around Newman's eyes and blindfolded him. The cloth felt cool and silky. Was it Maroz's tie? He shamefully wondered whether Maroz would let him keep it. 

"Keep count for me. One wrong number and I'll start over."

Maroz was rubbing Newman's ass. It felt so good that Newman leant into his hand. 

Then the first slap came. 

Newman gasped and wanted to squirm away. The shock compounded with the pain. He had barely enough of a mind to say, "One."

Maroz paused and drew circles around Newman's stingy skin. This made the next hit more agonizing. 

The spanking stung. It was like torture, but heat built up with every hit, burning through his body.

Newman knew they were being watched and wanted to be good, but Maroz was unpredictable with the locations and his strength. As he could see nothing, his world narrowed to Maroz's hands and the heat and… 

He lost count when he came. 

The cold and wet puddle against his stomach embarrassed Newman. How can this happen? 

The spanking stopped. He could hear Maroz moving towards him.

Maroz massaged his shoulders and spoke softly. "You're so eager and hungry for this, are you? You'll look good locked up in a cage. Pretty boys like you are begging for a discipline lesson."

He didn't even break a sweat delivering the spanking. Newman's mouth watered at this display of strength. 

It was good that Maroz didn't sound disappointed, but Newman felt dizzy about Maroz's implied threat. Would Maroz really lock him up, putting him at his complete mercy and controlling his body?

Why did Newman find this so hot? 

Newman made a lot of new discoveries about himself today. He wasn't sure he liked these.

Maroz removed his blindfold and unstrap him. He helped him up and checked over his arms and legs. It felt comfortable to be cared for.

Newman made a soft hiss when Maroz pulled down his kilt. He wondered whether he could sit properly the next day. Then he looked around the room.

The other guests had sex all over the room. Ms Hoover was sitting on her sub's face and watched her suffocating. When she moved away, the sub coughed quickly and looked disoriented. 

Ms Hoover shook her head and waved at Maroz with a smirk.

Mr. Gaston was using a complicated fucking machine. Miss Harding was whipping her sub while Mr. MacDonald let his sub kiss along his leg. Mr. Blum sat on a sex couch and fucked the red haired man, whose head flopped to the ground and his knees against Mr. Blum's chest.

Newman walked slowly to hide his soreness, but it was in vain. When they were back in the cabin, Maroz took him into the bathroom. He told Newman to strip with his hands against the wall. Then he turned on the water tap and let the water flow.

Newman's mind went wild with implausible fantasy, until Maroz put cream on the affected area of his ass. 

Maroz was firm yet gentle. Newman sighed when the cream soothed the heat and pain away. Then he bit his lips because the sound was too obscene. It was a blessing in disguise that he had come, because he would have embarrassed himself otherwise.

When Maroz finished, Newman asked, "Did I do it well enough?"

He was acting his role, but he heard insecurity in his voice.

Maroz put a hand on his back. "You pleased me."

The air felt charged between them. 

"We should take a quick shower," Maroz said.

They took a shower together in the bathroom. Maroz was so large that he filled the space. His scent dried down to a creamy cedarwood note. The spicy fresh scent lingered in the room. 

"Bend down. Let me wash your hair," Maroz said. 

He poured shampoo on Newman's head and massaged his scalp. 

Newman prayed for more strength to get through tonight. 

The only bed in the bedroom was large, but as Maroz had said, they needed to put on a show for the camera. Newman was going to follow Maroz's lead. 

Maroz held him in his arms, kissing and nipping along his neck and led him to the bed. Tomorrow everyone would see Maroz's marks on him. The thought shouldn't arouse him so much. 

Then he stripped off Newman's clothing slowly one by one, teasing and fondling his bare skin. 

By the time Newman was naked, he panted like having finished a marathon. 

"You need to learn to be quiet," Maroz said, while stuffing a wide scarf in Newman's mouth. 

The scarf was largely hanging loose out of Newman's mouth, so he could push it out if he wanted. but he would behave for Maroz. 

Maroz lay side by side with Newman and spooned around him. At this angle Newman realized that he would cover up more of Newman from the camera.

He was such a gentleman, Newman thought. Then Maroz made him eat his words.

Maroz teased and grinded against him, deliberately nipping him where others would see clearly. Newman was grateful that Mazro gagged him. The now wet scarf muzzled his screams so he wouldn't need to worry about compromising themselves.

Then Maroz squeezed his cock head and ruined his impending orgasm. Newman screamed against the stuffed gag.

"You can do this for me, do you?" Maroz asked.

Please, Newman begged with his eyes but tried to restrain himself. Maroz was in charge. He only needed to surrender himself to him.

The denial prolonged the pleasure and pain into torture and delirium. Newman felt like floating in the air. He lost himself in the feeling until he felt a wet cloth against his skin.

Maroz had already removed the gag and cleaned him up. He held him in his arms and fed him water. Newman felt dissolved in his arms and lost himself in pleasant blankness.

The next day, Mr. Blum sent them an invitation to his cabin along with a surgical steel cock cage.

Newman started at the cock cage. Did Mr. Blum watch them last night? Why did he show his hands so soon? 

He raised his top lips as his mind dwelled on that. 

"Mr. Blum is a considerate host, but I use my own toys," Maroz said and held his hands. 

Newman released his breath. He knew that they had to go and put on a show, but he was glad Maroz was willing to give him an out of using this gift. 

He examined the cage closely. It looked clean and was in good condition. Suppressing his revulsion about Mr. Blum, his rational mind pointed out that it would help Mr Blum underestimate them. 

"If you put it on me, you're the one claiming me."

Maroz watched him for awhile before saying, "I'll check over it first."

It was weird wearing a cock cage. Now that Newman's cock was restricted, confined, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He shook his head to clear his mind, but the metal against his genitals was hard to miss. 

Mr. Blum's cabin was larger than theirs, and the interior design reminded Newman of 1980s Hollywood films. The same red haired man sat by Mr. Blum's armchair. The bodyguards stood by at the corner. 

Mr. Plum looked down at Newman's groin area and made an obscene gesture. "I know you'll appreciate my gift. I can sense our connection. We'll have a great time together."

He pointedly looked at his bodyguards. "You'll find my offer irresistible."

Newman read the cold truth in his eyes. He hated Maroz and wanted to use him to kick Maroz off a peg. 

"Is it necessary?" Maroz asked. 

"I've forgotten my manner. Of course I'll take you to my dungeon to sample my offering"

Two armed guards walked to them, clearly only taking yes as an answer. 

The dungeon stored a huge collection of whips, floggers, paddles, dildoes and handcuffs. There was also a water sink

Mr Blum stood with the red haired man at a corner and picked a video camera. "Surely you'll want to savour your memory with your favourite later."

He wants to blackmail us if we can luckily get out, Newman realized. 

The bodyguards were in the room but further than before. Newman noted their location for every tactical advantage they needed.

Mr. Blum grinned. "After you."

"Bend over the table," Maroz said to Newman. 

When Newman did as he had told, Maroz pulled his leather trousers down just low enough to show his ass.

"Are you shy about showing skin?" Mr. Blum asked. 

Maroz replied coolly. "I don't share my belongings."

He walked to the shelf and picked a dildo still in the original package. He took it out and washed it. 

Then he stood before Newman and put his finger against his lip. "Suck me."

Newman obediently suckled and licked his finger. The adrenaline improved his sense of perception. He could map the gun calluses on Maroz's fingers. 

He whimpered when Maroz pulled his cock out. 

"You're ready for more." Maroz smiled lightly. He unbuttoned his fly and let his cock out. 

He was huge. Newman stretched his jaw in anticipation. 

Newman's mouth watered when filled with Maroz's cock. It was so large and heavy that it would ruin him for good. He struggled to lick it thoroughly. 

Mr. Blum was making a strained sound. Part of Newman's mind was aware of his audience and filled with shame and cold anger. The rest was busy memorizing Maroz's weight, shape and taste because he wouldn't have a second chance. 

When Maroz pulled out and moved behind him, Newman relaxed his muscles to prepare himself. 

Maroz's fingers slipped in shallowly, stroking the rim of his ass. It stung a little at first until Newman adapted and enjoyed them. They teased him so much that it caused sharp pain to his caged cock. 

Then Maroz's free hand tapped Newman's inner thighs, wait.

Maroz was still calm and in charge, which weirdly made Newman feel better indulging himself for now. 

Maroz replaced his fingers with his cock. Just as Newman had thought, he felt full with just the tip. 

The stung and pain deepened, but the joy of Maroz filling him clouded Newman's eyes.

Then he screamed when Maroz slipped a finger in alongside his cock.

"Please… please."Newman's eyes were wet with tears, but he wasn't sure what he begged for. 

Mr Blum moved to Maroz's side, Newman could feel the hard edge of the camera against his skin and turned his head. 

With a smooth move, Maroz punched Mr. Blum's neck and dropped him. The sound of the video camera hitting the ground was loud. 

Holding Mr. Blum's body like a shield, Maroz pulled out of Newman and turned towards the guards 

"Put down your gun," he said to the bodyguards. 

When they focused on Maroz, Newman slipped out to a guard's back and encircled his neck with his arms. When the guard tried to get free, Newman pressed his elbows together to choke him, kicking the gun out from his hands. 

Maroz picked up the gun with one hand and shot the rest of the guards. He also crushed the video camera under his boots. 

Then they searched the cabin and retrieved the blueprint. 

Mr. Blum's reinforcement might come anytime. Time was running out. They needed to rum.

When Maroz and Newman left with the blueprint and the unconscious Mr. Blum as hostage, the red haired man suddenly ran to them and kneed Mr. Blum in his groin.

When Newman stared at him, he shrugged. "I can't miss the chance."

Newman had to admit that Mr Blum didn't deserve any defense. 

Mr. Blum proved to be useful to bypass the security, but Newman and Maroz still needed to run against time to secure their escape. It was relieving when they finally ran away.

They reported to the boss about the mission result. Both left out the more salacious details, but the boss threw knowing glances at them.

Newman wondered if it was wise for him to avoid Maroz until he forgot about what happened between them. Maroz had another idea and confronted him in his room.

"If you feel uncomfortable with me, I can arrange a transfer. No one will know anything about the mission," Maroz said with tightened lips.

"No! Why? It's just for our mission. Everything is strictly professional and part of our cover. Why should we break up with our partnership?" Newman tapped his fingers for emphasis.

He watched Maroz carefully to find out where this came from and noticed that Maroz didn't look straight at him.

"Do you have second thoughts? Did I do it well enough?" he asked.

Maroz's eyes shifted. "Your performance was satisfactory."

"Please tell me how I can fix it," Newman put his hand over his arms and looked into his eyes. He was willing to beg for it.

"It's not your fault. I was just… compromised."

Newman couldn't believe his ears.

"Are you saying that you want to fuck me? I think it's obvious I want this too."

"It didn't matter. We should stop talking about it."

"No! Please stay." Newman held onto him. 

To his surprise, Maroz remained there. 

Now that Newman watched closer, he could see the thin fracture line in Maroz's usual impassive calm. His mind was spinning. 

Maroz was the master of obscuring the truth with fact. His admission was huge, but It was still less than the truth. What did his words really mean? 

A crazy thought came into his mind. Could the implausible have happened? 

"You want more than sex from me. You really like me."

One word from Maroz would crush his theory, but Maroz paused for too long.

"I want this too. I want us to be together."

"We're working partners. It's against the regulation," Maroz sounded more like trying to convince himself.

"And yet our boss sent us to a sex resort. I won't push you. The job is important to us both, but I can do discretion. I'll take the risk for us."

"You really want this," Maroz said slowly. 

"Yes, I do."

"I hope you'll never regret it," Maroz said, before pressing their lips together.

It was strange that after what they had done together, the kiss still struck Newman at his core. Maroz's lips were dry, so Newman licked them with his tongue to wet them up. 

Then Maroz took charge and walked him against the wall.

When Newman started to feel breathless, Maroz parted away from the kiss and said, "You looked well in your kilt."

"Really?" Newman's voice was hoarse. 

"So nice that I wanted to fill you up with our baby. You'll look good in a dress over your round belly."

Newman couldn't help but imagine himself as heavy with Maroz's baby. Would Maroz tenderly fuck him with his baby inside? He would always keep a hand over Newman's stomach, whispering soft words in his ears. 

It shouldn't be so hot. 

Maroz smiled as he touched and teased Newman over his clothing. "What if I dress you up as my pretty girl? You'll look good in lace and frills."

Newman gasped when Maroz rolled his fingers around his clothed nipples. "Please… I want your hands on my skin. "

Maroz pressed themselves and grinded against him, teasing him further. "Trust me. Let me give you more."

"Yes, Sir," the words burst out of Newman's mouth. 

Maroz smiled and breathed in his ear, "You're so eager."

He stirred Newman's desire while denying him release. When he finally pulled up his shirt and touched Newman's naked skin, Newman's trousers were wet with his precum. 

He bit hard below his collarbone. Newman felt wanted with the discreet mark of ownership. 

Maroz was more gentle to his scars. He gently touched and kissed them one by one, as if wanting to kiss the pain away. 

Newman wanted to say that it wasn't necessary, but he loved how Maroz created new memory and association with them. 

When Maroz finally allowed Newman to come, Newman felt as if he had exploded into pieces. He kissed Maroz's neck and babbled, "Love you…"

"Me too."

After the mission, Maroz and Newman went together to a forest resort for a vacation. 

Newman started a journal. He understood the necessity of discretion for both his job and relationship, but he had too much feeling to bottle up. 

He reached a compromise by only writing poetry that carried the vibe of their lives. 

That night, they sat outside the cabin and watched the stars. 

The stars lived and died at their own pace. They were separated from humanity by the limit of light speed. However, humans always ascribed dreams and fears to them. 

Newman could see the appeal of connecting to the universe, but he was satisfied with holding Maroz's hands and making out. Spies were known to have no true honour, but he was determined to uphold their commitment and love.