The darkness was drifting at the edge of his consciousness, materializing slowly, as if something that had no shape was taking on it. He felt its immaterial hands on him; felt them moving over his face; over his clothed at first, and then naked, slowly parted thighs. They walked gently across his skin like spiders, wandering toward... toward--

He muttered something, or maybe he just imagined it. But the hands stopped.

And the darkness wrapped its cloak around him again.

It was so warm, and sweet, and it smelled of roots, and musk, and something... something hot was creeping into it. Something hot and hard. Something that gave him so much pleasure... down there. It was tickling. The immaterial hands of darkness enveloped that place, as if they were playing with it.

And he was getting harder... They were making him hard...

So good... he felt so good, he didn't want to wake up, but he felt like the darkness was slowly dissipating, seeping out of his sleepy consciousness.

He moved and a soft moan escaped his lips.

The hand gripping that spot became still again.

And the darkness came again. Quiet. Warmed up. Hard.

Its delicate, spidery fingers climbed his slowly and carefully spread buttocks.

And then... it pushed into him.

And suddenly it became so... material! It pressed against his entrance with its heat and very slowly began to slide into him, millimeter by millimeter. But there was... too much of it. And it hurt.

Aiden moaned softly as consciousness overtook his state of drunken unconsciousness and woke him from sleep.

He felt a hand slip into his hair and a soft, caressing voice above him:

"Shhh... keep sleeping."

W-what was happening?

It only took him a moment to understand.

The Master... was lying behind him and was inserting his cock into him.

Aiden's heart jumped into his throat.

At first he wanted to jerk away, turn around and ask him what he was doing, but when the Master's hot breath hit his ear and the man's hand pressed his head harder into the pillow, Aiden realized what the Master expected from him.

He didn't move then, trying to relax his muscles and pretend he was still asleep.

"Very nice..." the man's whisper was so hoarse that Aiden could barely understand it. It fanned his ear and cheek with its sultry, musky heat, sliding into him with mind-numbing slowness. "When you're sleeping so sweetly... you are like a small, defenseless toy... that I want to break so much..."

Aiden felt the man's rock hard erection slide all the way inside him. He gritted his teeth on the pillow to keep from moaning.

"And you're still just as tight... as the first time," a whisper wrapped around his hair. "As if every time... you open up for the first time. Just for me."

With the same mind-numbing slowness, the Master pulled out of him.

Gods, how hard it was not to tremble and writhe beneath him. The void he left inside Aiden was almost begging... begging to be filled again.

And the Master heard the plea. He pushed into him again, just as slowly, just as... carefully, as if he really didn't want to wake him up, but he knew, he had to know--

"How many times have I fucked you in my thoughts... so helpless, unaware... How many times could I have done it... All I needed to do was just put something in your drink... and you wouldn't even know..."

The tip of the Master's erection touched that sensitive spot inside Aiden, and with a superhuman effort the boy refrained from moaning and thrashing around on the bed. All he could do was clench his teeth even tighter on the pillow.

"How many times have I wondered what your innocence tastes like, how deep I could push inside your tight, hot interior... and what your boyish orgasm looks like..."

Aiden felt the Master's lips touch his ear, as if he wanted to pour his words straight into his soul. He almost lay on top of him, wrapping his hard body and his scent around him and pulling out of him again, faster. His hand brushed away his bangs, and Aiden felt him staring at his closed eyelids.

"How many times have I thought about this when I looked at you in the classroom... when I looked into your anger-filled green eyes and wondered... how they would look at me if you were lying beneath me, silent and submissive..."

The Master slid into him in one smooth movement, and Aiden felt his body stiffen involuntarily for a split second. He couldn't... he couldn't control it. The heat was overflowing. What the Master was doing to him, what he was saying, was--

"How many times have I wondered if your insolent tongue would lick up the cum dripping from my cock with the same vigor with which it defies me during the lessons..."

The Master thrust again, tearing Aiden apart with his throbbing desire. But Aiden didn't move, didn't groan, didn't flinch. Even when the man slipped his hand under him and cupped his hot erection in his cool hand, closing it in the tight tunnel of his slender fingers.

"And now I have it all. My little, vulnerable, sweet toy... silent and submissive, beneath me... made of my fantasies, my desires... made of perfectly measured proportions of desire, devotion and obedience... and I can break you and fix you... break you and fix you, over and over again..."
The thrusts became faster. Aiden felt the Master's hand moving on his spasmodically twitching penis. He felt the heat in his loins accumulating, rising, sizzling... He heard the man breathing heavy, raspy breath into his ear, and pressing his open lips against his cheek, as if wanting to absorb him into himself, into his mouth. All of him

"And now that you're asleep... I can finally tell you all this."

Something was overflowing inside him... he couldn't take it anymore...

He heard the Master's panting, the muffled slap of clothed hips attacking his bare buttocks, faster and faster... the faint creaking of the bed as it sagged beneath their entwined bodies.

He felt the Master's teeth on his cheek; his hand in his hair; his hot breath on the damp skin.

So much... at once...

A deep growl of pleasure entered his dazed mind, spreading warmly inside him as the Master came inside him, stilling in one single, spasmodic thrust. The fingers wrapped around his erection tightened convulsively, drawing his orgasm out of him and Aiden felt as if he was being consumed alive by flames. The flames that crackled in his ears, licked his skin, and melted his loins.

He stifled his groan in the pillow, trying to control his body's reactions, but he might as well have been trying to stop the pressurized flow from the broken dam.

He felt it so clearly. Spilling into his interior. Filling him with the hot, sticky essence of the Master's desire. Deep inside him. And then very slowly sliding out of him, as if it didn't want to leave the warm shelter of his body.

The lips and teeth that had been pressing into his cheek withdrew as the Master propped himself with his arms, still fanning Aiden's face with his hot breath.

"I see something woke you up..." A hoarse whisper poured liquid heat into his ear. "Did you have any particularly... stimulating dream?"

Aiden held back the soft, satisfied smile that spread across his lips at the last moment.

"You can't even imagine how much..." he murmured into the pillow, still not opening his eyes. "I dreamed that I fell asleep in your bed... and then you came... and used me when I was completely vulnerable and unaware..."

A deep sigh spread over his cheek and slender fingers ran through his messy hair.

"Well, well... I didn't think that an innocent boy like you could have such dirty fantasies..."

Oh, only the Master could have had the nerve to put his fantasies on Aiden.

This time he couldn't stop smiling.

"I really don't know where they could have come from... Master."

The Master rewarded him with a stronger tug on his hair.

"I guess I should remind you that boys your age shouldn't have these kinds of dirty fantasies..."

"Boys my age shouldn't be in their Master's bed either."

Aiden couldn't help himself. Only when he felt an even stronger pull on his hair did he realize that he had gone too far.

"Did I hear correctly? Are you just trying to talk to me in the bedroom?" The Master leaned over him again, nipping his earlobe with his teeth. "Apparently I'll have to fill your insolent mouth with something, so you would become as silent and submissive again... as you were just now."

It was almost impossible, but those words made Aiden feel that incredible heat in his lower abdomen again.

His cock twitched.

No way, he was getting hard again...

What was this man doing to him?

He felt the Master turn him onto his back and slowly crawl up the length of his body. He opened his eyes just as the man grabbed his hands and placed them above his head, holding his wrists tightly as if he was afraid Aiden would try to defend himself, and then he knelt on either side of his head and his still hard cock appeared right in front of the boy's face - red and covered with white streaks of pearly sperm.

"And now you will wash it thoroughly with your naughty tongue. And you will lick it until you remember never to talk to me in the bedroom again."

Aiden stared wide-eyed at the penis swinging softly above his face. He saw a white drop gathering at the tip, which very slowly began to fall towards his lips, trailing a thin thread behind it. And the awareness that this swollen organ was deep inside him just a moment ago, had just been penetrating him, was cumming inside him, and now he was going to lick it all off of him... made something in his lower abdomen start to struggle wildly, and his eyes filled with a hot fog.

He stuck out his tongue and let the sticky drop fall right onto it, flowing down his throat with its warm sweetness.

The sensation was so... shocking that a violent shiver ran through his body, trembling with excitement.

More, he wanted even more...

He placed his tongue at the base of the bloodshot penis, feeling the gentle scratching of the black hairs surrounding the soft balls, inhaled deeply the intense, intoxicating aroma, and then very slowly began to slide his tongue along the length of the shaft, towards the tip, carefully collecting every drop of cum covering it.

He heard a deep, heavy sigh above him, and when he took his glowing gaze away from the bulging penis and looked up at the Master's face, it felt as if the fire was consuming not only his loins, but also his heart, which was fluttering painfully.

The Master looked at him in such a way? His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something so beautiful and incomprehensible that he couldn't believe it.

"I know you like looking at me when I'm like this..." he whispered, his lips pressed against the twitching, wet head of the man's erection, looking straight into his eyes, shining with delight. "But if I was just as quiet and submissive all the time... you wouldn't be able to find so many reasons to punish me and let me fulfill your fantasies... Master."

With that, he ran his tongue over the length of the Master's throbbing erection again, never taking his eyes off the devouring eyes high above him, hidden in the shadow of the black hair that fell over his face.

And he heard a quiet, guttural moan escaping from between thin, half-open lips that seemed to be struggling to catch a ragged breath.

"You are... a real demon." The Master's whisper was so heavy, as if it had escaped from his throat with the greatest effort.

"I am whatever you want me to be, Master. Now I can be a demon. Then your sweet little toy... I am your fantasy. I'll do anything... whatever you desire."

The Master's eyes closed suddenly, a loud gasp escaped from between his lips, and Aiden felt the man pull away slightly, tearing his throbbing cock away from the boy's hot tongue, as if he had held back at the last moment to--

Aiden couldn't hide the smug smile that spread across his lips. He felt the man's stunned gaze on him.

"You little, cunning rascal! Looks like I need to take control of you again to stop that sweet mouth of yours from oozing out its delicious venom.

"But it's just your own venom, Master, put into my sweet mouth..." Aiden stuck out his tongue and licked the trembling, reddened head, leaving a wet, shiny mark on it and never taking his shining gaze away from the black eyes of the man, hungrily drinking in the view beneath them.

"Then I need to put more of it in your mouth. Much, much more..."

The Master leaned down, aiming his twitching cock directly into Aiden's wide open mouth, and his eyes widened even further as he watched his erection slide into that hot, wet abyss, heading straight for the boy's throat.

Aiden held his breath.

The wet tip slid deep, squeezing down Aiden's throat, and before the boy could gag, he felt the hot jet hit his esophagus and his Master's loud moan of unbridled pleasure hit his ears. And then the cock slid slowly out of his throat, filling his mouth with warm semen and that wonderful taste of the Master.

He closed his eyes, feeling his own, painfully throbbing erection reacting to all these sensations, spilling molten lava in his lower abdomen and wet sperm on his thighs. His hips jerked upwards and his muscles dissolved.

And for a moment he really didn't know who he was anymore, coming with the Master's cock in his mouth, as if the line had long since been blurred and now the pure, innocent boy he once was, gnawed by the man's fangs and scratched by his claws, remained... only the very essence, the very desire, molded anew by those slender hands, igniting a fire within him with the lightest touch and extinguishing his resistance with the lightest word.

Indeed... in that one moment he became nothing more than a fantasy. However, he could no longer tell exactly whose... It was as if the Master had poured him into his mold and then watched with satisfaction as Aiden discovered that it had always been like this... this is how he was supposed to be.

To be his.

He gasped as the Master pulled out of his thick, white liquid-filled mouth, then plunged back in with a loud grunt, watching as the cum flowed from between the boy's lips, dripping down his chin, down his cheeks, and onto his neck. and then soaks into the black fabric of the bedding.

Aiden felt his buzzing arousal, saw his eyes wide with greed, even with the fog covering his own eyes, twinkling in the dimness.

He felt the taste of his Lord in his mouth.

And he could never, ever let it get lost in his memory again; to forget, even for a moment, who he belongs to.

And Master no longer had to tell him in that hoarse voice, "Swallow," for Aiden to do it.

Feeling a delicious flutter in his stomach, he swallowed it all, then opened his mouth once more so that the Master could dive in again and let Aiden lick the remnants of the web of that white, sticky substance with his lips. Then he licked his lips and smiled, still looking into the black eyes that looked down at him, shining with satisfaction.

"And I just wanted to sleep here..." he whispered, his voice a little rough.
He saw a smile appear on the man's lips. Not mocking, not sardonic. No, on the contrary. The smile of someone who has received so much that in that one moment he understood that there was no more he could get. And that everything he received... belonged only to him.

Then he leaned down and Aiden felt warm lips touch his temple and place a gentle kiss there.

The black hair, smelling of spicy smoke, fell over his face, hiding him in its darkness.

Suddenly something welled up in his heart. Something so poignant, so... untamed, that he had a hard time holding it back when it wanted to escape his lips in a broken whisper.

"Master?"

He felt a slender finger on his lips and a tickling, hot whisper near his temple.

"Shhh... you deserve to rest. Go to sleep."

Aiden closed his eyes and took a deep, shaky breath.

The Master straightened up, released his wrists, and slowly slid off of him. But Aiden grabbed his black shirt in his hand at the last moment, gripping it tightly and whispering in a strangled voice.

"Don't leave me..."

From the darkness slowly closing over him came a quiet, deep whisper:

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll be... right here."

His hand fell, and after a moment something soft and smelling of... Master fell on him. He felt the man wrap it around him up to his chin, and then, before he could even close his fingers on it, the silent, impenetrable darkness took him away.

And the only element connecting him with the outside world was a cool hand, gently stroking his hair.

For a very, very long time.