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| The Master and the Boy - The Bedroom | | | | 4. The Bedroom
Suddenly Aiden felt someone's hands grab him and pull him behind a heavy curtain. A black-gloved hand pressed against his mouth, and Aiden was pinned in a tight grip between the wall and the tall, hard body. The intoxicating scent of musk hit his nostrils, covering him like the teacher's black cloak covered them both.
Master! What was he doing? Hundreds of students were milling around, Aiden could see their silhouettes moving just behind the curtain, within arm's reach, someone could see them at any moment!
A quiet, needy, hot whisper poured into his ear: "You will now go to my chambers, undress and wait for me in bed until I come. I will arrive as soon as possible."
Before the boy could react in any way, the Master pulled away just as suddenly, releasing him from his predatory embrace and just disappeared behind the curtain, leaving him with a trembling heart and a fire of excitement coiling in his stomach.
Gods... what this unpredictable man had just done, here, with all these people filling the room... was so dangerous, so risky! Anyone could have noticed them and then everything could have ceased to exist. He doubted any of the people here would be able to understand this. Why did he take such a risk? Did he really want him that much?
Feeling as if he was intoxicated, he pushed himself away from the wall, waited a moment and on the weak legs walked out from behind the curtain, straight into the bustle of conversations, laughter and music. Everything looked the same, but it felt like... it had changed diametrically. The sounds reached him as if from behind glass, the colors merged, and his cheeks were warmed by the heat of the flames curling in his body. He looked around the room for a dark figure, and he spotted it. The Master was standing a dozen or so steps away, talking to Master Tucker. At one point, his black eyes broke away from the interlocutor for a moment and pierced Aiden like daggers thrown from afar.
The boy had the impression that in a moment this gaze would melt him, so he quickly turned around, letting out the breath he was holding.
He knew what the Master expected. And he was going to meet his expectations.
He looked around the room, trying to locate his friend. Aiden needed to told him that he was going to leave early, because Corey was ready to start looking for him once he discovered his absence. Corey would definitely spend at least two more hours here before he finally went to the bedroom. That's enough time for-- Just the thought of it to make Aiden's cheeks heat up.
He spotted him. Corey was sitting against the wall with a girl Aiden didn't know. Aiden approached his friend and explained that he was short of breath and feeling bad, so he would go for a walk and then lie down. Corey nodded, staring at his companion in fascination.
He remembered the way to the Master's chambers vaguely. All he knew was that as he moved further and further away from the Ballroom, climbing the stairs to the first floor, he could still hear the distant sounds of music.
He fished out a key from his pocket and - looking carefully from side to side - opened the heavy door. He slipped inside and found himself in his Master's rooms. The fire lit by the servants crackled quietly in the fireplace, illuminating the living room with a quivering light. Aiden took a couple of candles off the shelf, lit them, and carried them into the bedroom. There was a velvety silence here. Shadows of flames crawled across the walls and Aiden's body as the boy began to undress, stripping off all of his clothes. He stood barefoot on the warm carpet, feeling shivers running down his bare skin, and looked at the Master's perfectly smooth bed, covered with black sheets.
He climbed it slowly, wondering when the Master would be able to come to him. Remembering the fire raging in the man's voice, he had a feeling it would happen very soon.
He crawled on his knees to the pillow. It belonged to the Master. Just like everything here. Aiden could feel... he could feel this intoxicating scent all around him and he had to... he had to bury his face in it.
He leaned forward and pressed his face into the black silk fabric, hands gripping the pillow, spreading his knees and pushing his buttocks towards the door so Master could? could get inside him as soon as he arrived, so Aiden wouldn't have to wait any longer, because he had the impression that each subsequent second was nothing but torment for him.
The Master's musk scent surrounded him everywhere, raping his senses and penetrating his body, which was whimpering with need. Gods, that smell alone was enough... he was so aroused... He couldn't wait any longer.
He spread his knees even wider, bending forward slightly and sliding his erect penis against the cool material of the bed.
The groan that escaped his lips - muffled by the pillow he pressed his face into - was but a distant echo of the thrill of pleasure that rolled through his naked body like a fast-approaching storm.
Oh, it was so... stunning!
He withdrew and moved again, arching his spine and trying to touch the cool fabric with every part of his trembling body. His penis was throbbing and something was jerking in his loins. He had to... he had to quench this thirst, tame it...
He slipped one hand under himself, lifting his buttocks even higher, and wrapped his fingers around his erection, jiggling pleadingly.
Sparks appeared behind his clenched eyelids, as strong and bright as those in his lower abdomen as his cock was trapped in a warm, tight hand.
He could almost imagine that it was the Master's hand... that it was his large, slender hand wrapping around his cock down there and that it was... moving up and down.
He couldn't stop the whimpering sound that escaped his lips.
He pressed his face even harder into the pillow, opening his mouth and breathing in the scent, inhaling it deeply into himself so that it would penetrate everywhere, into every crevice of his body, into every cell of his skin... so he could be soaked in it and feel it on himself forever.
He ran his hand over his erection again and felt his cock inflate as if he wanted to ejaculate right onto that pristine blackness, staining it.
White sea foam in a sea of black... Oh yes? That's right?
Up and down?
At that moment he heard a muffled, heavy voice behind him: "I see you're doing just fine without me."
Aiden froze.
Feeling his heart leap into his throat, he lifted his red, sweaty face from the pillow, pressing only his cheek to it, and looked back.
The Master was standing by the door with his arms folded, leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe. His eyes were gleaming in the dark and Aiden had great difficulty reading his expression, since it was hidden in the shadow of the hair and his own eyes were obscured by fog, but he was almost sure he saw? hunger on the man's face. Insatiable, longing...
He almost forgot how to breathe when he suddenly realized that Master could have been standing there for some time, watching him... do all these things in his bed.
"I--" he croaked because his voice refused to obey him, "--I couldn't stop myself. Your scent, Master... it's everywhere... it's driving me crazy. I'm so aroused... I can't take it anymore... please..." He released his throbbing cock and reached for his buttocks with both hands, squeezing them and spreading them open. "Come inside me..."
In the silence around him, Aiden heard a loud inhale of air. The Master did not move though. Instead he said in a hoarse, strangely vibrating voice: "I don't want to interrupt you. You seemed to be doing just fine on your own. Continue then."
Oh, why did the Master have to torment him so much? Why couldn't he just fill him with his cock like he always did? Fill him so much that there was no room left for anything else, so that Aiden could forget about everything?
"Please..." he whispered, spreading his buttocks even more. "I want you... inside me..."
Aiden heard the Master slowly approach the bed. He stopped a step away from him, looking down at the view in front of him and at the deep tunnel prepared especially for him, vibrating with need. Aiden felt as if the Master's liquid, heavy voice was pouring into him like syrup, moistening his walls and flowing deeper and deeper into his throbbing belly as the man whispered:
"Put your finger in there."
What? Aiden wasn't sure if he had misheard. There was so much noise in his ears as the hot blood pulsated in his temples and erection.
"Yes, you've heard right. Put it inside you. I wonder how well you can please yourself..." the Master said again in that liquid voice.
Aiden felt the flames creeping up inside him, reaching up to his face, heating it up so much that it almost seemed to steam.
Did Master... really tell him to do that?
"Go on. Show me that. Just put it inside you like I do."
Aiden moved his hand and gently stroked his dilated hole. It seemed almost to be throbbing, begging to be filled.
And so he did it. He slipped his finger into himself, feeling it squeeze through the ring of muscle, and soon he was surrounded by hot, wet tightness, and his erection vibrated warningly as he imagined that the Master... that the Master must always feel this way when he's inside him, as if - Aiden whimpered as his muscles tightened around the finger - he wanted to crush it and immobilize it in the hot interior. He felt as if something was being squeezed out of him, as if his body wanted to absorb him into itself, suck him in even deeper, and with the greatest difficulty he pulled the finger out, but the emptiness left behind was begging to be filled. And Aiden did it again. He put his finger inside again, groaning softly into the pillow, then took it out, and when he wanted to push it back into his throbbing interior, his hand was grabbed and a hot whisper filled his ears:
"Enough."
Aiden felt the Master lean over him, lifting his hand at the same time, and after a moment his wet finger, the same finger he had been inserting into himself just a moment ago... was consumed by the man's warm, wet mouth.
No, the Master couldn't... Gods!
He could. And he did it. He licked Aiden's finger thoroughly, wrapping his slick tongue around it and bringing him to... sweet Merlin! Aiden felt the first waves of pleasure hit his loins, but he hold them back at the last moment, burying his face in the pillow and gritting his teeth against the black material.
"Stop it..." he uttered in an anguished whisper. The Master released Aiden's finger from the captivity of his mouth, his quickened breath blowing over him.
"Stop it? My little boy... I'm just getting started." Aiden felt the bed sag under the man's weight, and long fingers clamped predatorily on his hands, pulling them to his buttocks and placing them on them. "You have to spread them all the time. You cannot let go of them, even if you want to scratch and clench the sheets. Even if you won't be able breathe and want to stop my hands." Aiden felt as if each word ignited another flame in his body, which hit his loins, filling them again with... seething lava. "You've begged me to come inside you? Now you'll be begging me to let you breathe, just for a moment... But I won't. I will fuck you until you don't even have the strength to moan; until there's nothing left of you but a quivering, shaking being, consisting only of submission and my cum pouring out of you..." Aiden's mind whimpered silently as the man's words flowed into him, drop by drop, penetrating, seething... and when he felt the hot, wet head of that throbbing, massive cock pressing against his entrance. "Today, I will satisfy myself with you so that when you look in the mirror tomorrow, you will no longer see yourself in it... only my shadow, above you, in you, embracing you and filling you... because there will be nothing left in you that it won't belong to me either."
The Master pushed. He ripped him open with his hard erection, burying it so deep inside Aiden that a startled scream escaped Aiden's lips and a violent discharge coursed through his small body. The Master leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Aiden's head and leaning on them as he hovered over the boy, letting the long black coat flow over the bed, hiding Aiden in the shadows. Then the Master withdrew and pushed his hips down again, plunging into the hot, tight interior, slamming into the boy's buttocks with such force that Aiden's knees involuntarily buckled. He tried to get up, but the Master's weight prevented him from doing so. After a moment the Master withdrew again and Aiden quickly adjusted his position, lifting his buttocks into the air and stifling his moan into the pillow as the man's cock forced its way through his entrance and then filled him with sweet pain, slamming into him with such force that Aiden's hips were pressed into the soft bed and his cock slid against the cool sheets and he felt the tip of the man's cock reach so deep that it hit that spot, there... and everything exploded.
He heard his own vibrating scream as a hot wave of pleasure flooded his body, so intense it felt like his muscles were dissolving and his skin was melting. And as he came, jerking, pressed into the bed, covered with the Master's weight, spilling his cum on the black sheets, he knew that he would cum many more times that night... Until everything in his body burned, just as the Master said... and he wouldn't even have the strength to get up to go back to his bedroom...
He felt the man's thumb slide into his mouth, which had been open from screaming, and Aiden involuntarily closed his lips around it and began to suck. The Master filled him with his penis again, not allowing him even a moment's rest, murmuring in his ear:
"How many times have I wished I could do this in class... Put my finger in your naughty, unruly mouth and watch you stop throwing your childish rancor at me and start sucking it... and in the blink of an eye you transform from an annoying, arrogant little brat into a docile, polite boy.
Aiden felt as if the words were hitting him with even greater force, with even greater ferocity than the man's hips attacking him faster and faster. He couldn't answer though. His mouth was filled with the Master's finger, and his inside was filled with a hot penis pressing into him with unbridled lust.
Pressed into the blackness of the bed, surrounded by a dark coat, hidden in the shadow of the darkness looming over him, feeling it penetrate him, over and over, over and over, faster and harder... feeling as it spreads inside him with liquid fire; how a strong hand presses against the small of his back, as if trying to press him into the blackness; how his thighs tremble with the effort as he tries to hold his spread buttocks up while the darkness thrusts into him with untamed force--
--he came again.
And then again. And then he no longer knew who he really was, where he was... there was only blackness. All around him; everywhere in him; spilling within him; flowing out of him... for how many times? He did not know. He lost track of time. He lost his sense of self, torn apart by it, penetrated... And only the finger that he was sucking in his mouth all the time seemed real to him.
When the darkness finally released him from its clutches, he could only lie there and pant, unable to move even a single muscle... And then he felt a heated body covering him, enclosing him in the darkness of its arms and its hot, herb-soaked breath, which was blowing across his sweaty face. And right next to his ear he heard a breathless whisper:
"You seem so delicate... like beautiful porcelain... but no matter how much I crush you in my hands, no matter how many times I make you dirty and break you... when you rise from your knees and return to the world outside... you still look just as dazzling and exclusive..." The man's hand tangled in his hair, turning Aiden's face towards him, and the boy heard a deep sigh as the Master saw his green eyes. "And I see it now, so clearly... I will never be able to extinguish it in you... you will always tempt me and draw me to you... like a moth searching for your shine." Aiden felt the man's face get closer and a rough, stubbled cheek brush against his face. "And you use it with all your might. But this time I forgive you... because my darkness has become your prison."
Aiden's eyes closed. His consciousness slowly drifted away. He didn't understand what the Master was talking about... it was so hard for him to concentrate. He was so tired, everything hurt him... Wrapped in these warm arms, he only dreamed of falling asleep in them... And finally - still feeling the steady, gentle stroking in his hair and the aromatic breath blowing on his face - he sailed away into the darkness.
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