Aiden stood on his tiptoes and reached out, grabbing onto the shelf with his other hand, but no matter how much he stretched upwards, he couldn't reach the book. He didn't feel like looking for a ladder. He wasn't supposed to be here at this time anyway, and he wasn't sure if the school librarian was still in the library.

Suddenly he heard a quiet rustle and a black-clad hand came from behind his head, clenching the book he wanted to reach, and a quiet whisper filled his ear:

"Can I help you, my little one?"

Aiden felt a blush rising to his cheeks.

What was the Master doing here at this hour? And why did that question make Aiden feel so--?

"Could you take it off, Master?" he asked in a whisper, trying to lower his hand and flinched when the slender fingers suddenly touched his exposed stomach.

"You seems to be a little short on height, aren't you?" the Master purred into his ear, brushing his fingertips against his lower abdomen and making Aiden feel the warmth spreading there.

"Master, please..." he whispered, tightening his grip on his fingers and trying to stop them. "We're in the library..."

"Desolated library..." the man muttered, wrapping his fingers around Aiden's hand and lifting it up, and suddenly Aiden found that the Master was no longer holding his hand on the book, but on his other hand and joining them together above his head, entwining them with his long fingers.

"Hold them like this and don't disturb me."

Aiden let out a quiet sigh.

"I just wanted to take the book off the shelf..."

"I saw you trying to reach for it... while exposing your beautiful belly and that delicious crease between your buttocks..."

Aiden gasped in surprise as the Master's hand suddenly slipped into his pants and gripped his penis, which was stunned by the sudden touch. Aiden let out a soft sigh, feeling the heat spreading rapidly there.

"Master, please, not here..." he whispered, trying to free his hands and move his hips away from that intrusive hand whose mere touch was enough to arouse his warm boyhood.

"I don't think it cares where..." the Master purred in his ear, rubbing his hand against the boy's crotch and making his trapped cock begin to respond to this greedy touch in an extremely enthusiastic way.

Aiden squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back, resting it against the man's chest behind him and letting out another deep sigh.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked quietly, giving in to the wave of sweet pleasure spreading in his lower abdomen.

"Because you're such a sweet little boy... and when I see you need my help... I can't say no to you..."

"But I didn't need that kind of help," Aiden whispered, letting out a soft grunt as the Master moved his hand in a wide circle, kneading his balls and penis and moving them inside his pants.

"I had a different impression," the man replied in a whisper, rubbing them harder and more insistently.

"Master, please..." Aiden panted, feeling increasingly hot waves flowing through his loins, generated by the man's hand moving inside his pants. "I won't be able to..."

"I think I will be able to help you in this matter..." whispered the Master, releasing his hands and placing his hand over his mouth.

Aiden gasped into the large hand in complete bewilderment and stifled a wet moan as the Master suddenly grabbed his cock in a tight grip and began to stroke it with mind-numbing, long, hard movements of his hand.

"That's better, right?" he murmured, leaning over his tilted head and looking down at his blushing face, which was becoming more and more intoxicated. "You can now moan and whimper as much as you want..."

Aiden let out a long, strangled growl, trying not to squirm as the Master sped up, keeping him completely trapped in his hands and arms and doing to him whatever he wanted... whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted...

"Look at me," he growled, suddenly squeezing Aiden's erection as if to force him to open his slammed eyelids, and the boy lifted them, looking up with hazy eyes, straight into the widened, sickly, black depths of the man leaning over him.

"Yes, very nice... do you like it? Do you want me to do it stronger?" the Master whispered hungrily, but Aiden couldn't answer even if he wanted to, and the Master knew it because he clamped his hand even tighter over Aiden's mouth and suddenly leaned even closer, running his tongue over Aiden's cheek and temple and whispering fervently, "Do you like it? Do you like when I take complete control over you?" The Master squeezed his cock even tighter, pulling with violent force, and Aiden jerked in his grip, letting out a long moan and feeling tears welling up in his eyes. "Do you like it when my hand becomes your ruler and can make you squirm and whimper with just one squeeze?"

Aiden shook his head, unable to do anything other than moan into the large, rough, masculine hand wrapped around him, covering almost the entire lower half of his face while the other hand--

Gods!

The Master turned his hand into a long, tight, hot tunnel and began impaling Aiden's taut, throbbing erection as fast as if he was whipping a foam, and the boy could only hear the steady, squelching sound as it was hitting his trembling thighs.

"Are you feeling pleasure? Or do you prefer it stronger?" the Master whispered, pressing his parted, panting lips to his temple and accelerating, and Aiden could only feel the burning heat vibrating from the violent strokes, which were wrapping his penis in a fiery ring and rising in his loins in a fiery wave. His constant whimpering, muffled by the man's hand, seemed to flow back into his throat and echo in his helpless body jiggling in the man's embrace.

Suddenly the Master let out a strange, strangled growl, removed his hand and yanked Aiden's pants down to his thighs, looking down and once again grabbing his exposed, red-hot erection in his merciless embrace, which felt dazed by the sudden contact with the cold air.

"I see how much you like it..." the man breathed into his temple, his eyes frantically staring at his hand moving on Aiden's cock. "How much do you love to submit to me... how your tiny body melts in my arms, completely submissive to my strength..."

Aiden squeezed his eyes shut, feeling as if the Master wanted to tear him from his body and swallow him into the vortex of his maddening desire, drag him through that pulsating tunnel outside and devour him with his sickly dominance. And he felt he succeed... as his cock twitched in the crushing grip and the hot core of pleasure exploded deep within his body and poured out in boiling lava, flooding the man's hand and the books on the shelves with a warm cry of the white ecstasy, strangled in his big hand...

Tears flowed from his eyes and his body dissolved into nothingness, absorbed by the man wrapped around him and his deep growl of satisfaction as his passionate breath flowed down Aiden's cheek.

"That's right... Look what I can do to you... In a few moments I can turn you from this rebellious little creature into a desire quivering in my hands - satisfied, submissive and ready to fulfill my every fantasy..."

Aiden had barely recovered when the Master suddenly pulled him away from the shelves, turned him around and forced him to his knees.

"And now you will thank me politely and take care of me as I deserve..." the man whispered, quickly unbuttoning his pants.

Aiden was breathing heavily, trying to calm the shaking of his hands and knees and clear the fog filling his eyes... and try to understand what had happened and why he was kneeling on the floor.

"Open your mouth," he heard a hoarse command, and before he realized what was happening, he felt a hand grabbing his chin and a hot, wet head pressing against his lips.

Gods...

He opened them, allowing the man's hard, heavy and hot erection to slide into his mouth. He grabbed the thick shaft with his hand and looked up. And even through the fog that still covered his orgasm-dazed eyes, he saw the madly wide, burning eyes staring at him. The Master brushed his sweaty bangs from his forehead, exposing his eyes, and let out a hoarse sigh of delight.

"Come on... suck it, my little one... suck it..."

Aiden complied. He wrapped his lips tightly around the veined, hard shaft and began to slide it into his mouth, sucking its warm sweetness deep into his throat. He watched as Master bit his lip, trying to stifle the loud grunts that wanted to escape his lips, and he was just gasping through his nose, flaring his nostrils and staring at Aiden like he was the most beautiful painting; running a trembling hand through his hair to his cheek and back to his forehead, where he brushed back his bangs so he could see his green, hazy eyes looking up at him.

 

"Beautiful... yes... Do you like it?" he panted in a quiet, steady rhythm, matching the boy's lips moving over his erection. "Do you like licking it?"

Aiden couldn't answer him because his mouth was completely filled with his throbbing desire, which already seemed to almost vibrate with the desire to ejaculate down his throat.

The man's fingers moved across his cheek to his chin and began stroking it.

"Take it deeper... push it all the way down your throat... as far as you can..."

Aiden took a breath, closed his eyes and opened his mouth even wider, pressing them against that thick, heated organ, slowly pushing it deeper and deeper into his mouth...

"Ooooo yes... Gods..." he heard the man's soft, long sigh and suddenly felt his hand moving to the back of his head and pressing on it so the boy could take him even deeper.

Aiden gasped in surprise as he felt the tip of his Master's erection touch his throat and then try to push into it, and suddenly the boy felt his eyes fill with tears, a vibrating moan escape from his throat, and suddenly he heard a strangled growl of so much satisfaction above him, as if the Master had just drifted off into the land of bliss. His penis twitched and Aiden suddenly felt the man's warm nectar squirt straight into his esophagus, pouring down his throat in a thick stream.

He jerked, feeling himself lose his breath, and the Master removed his hand, allowing him to pull his head back and pull his semen-spewing erection from his throat, which filled his mouth almost immediately.

He heard deep, panting sighs above him as the Master came into his wide, gasping mouth, drenching it with the taste of his lust and greedily running his hand Aiden's thick hair.

"Open your eyes... my beautiful..." he whispered hoarsely, brushing his bangs from his forehead and revealing his closed eyelids. "Show me yourself..."

Aiden opened his eyes, covered with a wet fog of tears, and looked up into the deep, orgasmic abyss consuming his face.

The Master let out a strangled moan, ejaculating again into the boy's wide open mouth and filling it with his thick, sticky potion. And then he held his breath and gently pushed his cock into the boy's mouth, immersing his wet, still quivering erection in that white lake.

Aiden felt the warm cum filling his mouth and run down his chin, then down his neck and soak into the collar of his shirt.

"Do you like the taste of it?" he heard a deep, fire-filled whisper somewhere in the distance. "Do you like how it fills your sweet mouth?" The Master slowly pulled his cock out of Aiden's mouth and gently ran it over Aiden's lips, leaving that sticky wetness there. "Swallow it... Show me how much you like it..."

Aiden closed his mouth, closed his eyes, and with a faint blush of embarrassment covering his cheeks, he swallowed everything that was filling them, and then he licked the last of it from his lips and opened his eyes, looking into the consuming, widening chasms that seemed almost sick with the ecstatic intoxication that filled them.

"No one in the whole world... would do it with such charming innocence..." the Master whispered, caressing his cheek tenderly.

Aiden smiled gently, closing his eyes and surrendering to this sweet caress.

The Master let out a strangled gasp. The hand stroking Aiden's cheek stilled. The man looked at him for a moment as if Aiden had suddenly transformed into someone completely different in front of his eyes.

"You are the one that is on your knees, at my feet... and it feels like I'm--" the man stopped, as if what he wanted to say was something so impossible to say, that it couldn't even pass through his throat. He just shook his head and stroked Aiden's hair.

The boy stood up slowly, pulled up his pants and buttoned them. Then he lifted his head, looking into the narrowed black eyes that were watching him.

"The door is closed and there's no one here anymore, right?"

A mysterious smile appeared on the man's lips. "Maybe..."

Aiden shook his head. All the things he did like covering his mouth and everything... Master really was... impossible.

"Do you like to treat me like your toy, Master?" he asked quietly, taking the man's still swollen, wet penis in his hand and squeezing it gently. Something in the man's eyes moved anxiously. "Do you like to play with me the way you want and whenever you feel like it?"

The Master raised a hand and tightened it in his hair, bringing his face within breathing distance.

"My little one... Me 'liking it' is a huge understatement... And if you don't take your hand away... we can play in completely different way..."

"Really?" Aiden asked quietly, running his hand along the entire length of the man's penis and collecting the remnants of sperm left there. It was much smoother now, as if Aiden's lips had polished it. And so warm... "How?"

The man's hand tightened in his hair.

"Don't provoke me..." The Master wrapped his hot breath around his face.

"I thought you like it when I do it, Master... So then you could crush me in your hands and call me to order."

"I can crush you in many different ways, my little one... and not all of them will be as pleasant as this one..."

Aiden narrowed his eyes, wondering how far he could go. He released the grip on the man's erection and slowly lifted his hand to his face. There were white streaks on his fingers and the palm of his hand. The man's face was so close... Aiden stuck out his tongue and slowly began to lick the still warm nectar from his hand, never taking his shining eyes away from the abyss that consumed him. And suddenly he saw the Master part his lips, lean down even more and run his tongue over his fingers, licking the cum from them with a quiet grunt. And then suddenly... suddenly the Master did it again, but this time on the palm of his hand, almost brushing his long tongue against Aiden's and making the boy's heart vibrate in bewilderment. And before Aiden knew what was happening, the Master yanked his head back and began to run his tongue up his neck, carefully collecting his cum from there, then through his chin until he reached his mouth and Aiden almost stopped breathing as he felt this incredible, hot, wet tongue sliding across his parted lips.

The wave of heat that washed over him made his knees weak and the boy let out a surprised sigh and closed his eyes, wanting with all his soul to absorb the intoxicating taste of that tongue wandering across his lips.

He moaned softly when the Master withdrew his tongue and a hot whisper wrapped around his wet face:

"Damn it! And how can I let you out of here now?"

Aiden licked the Master's taste from his lips and opened his eyes.

"We could move to your chambers, Master..."

Something in the black eyes twinkled predatorily, and a mysterious smile appeared on the dark, stubbled lips.

"We could, but the curfew is about to begin... We will finish our delightful conversation tomorrow after dinner. In my office."

With those words, the Master's hands, arms, and breath disappeared, and Aiden felt a knot in his stomach and heart as he heard footsteps receding.

"Of course, Master," he replied with a quiet sigh, opening his heated eyelids and looking with trembling longing at the receding, tall, enveloped in the darkness silhouette of his Master - the man who took over his entire life and turned it upside down.

Oh, how much he looked forward to tomorrow evening?