Writer’s note:
My stories seem to follow a similar plot, don’t they?
~ ~ ~
What…
Tug. TUG.
I can’t move…fuck, something’s in my mouth…I can’t see.
Panic. TUG. Muffled grunts-
“Hey love,” Halt.
~ ~ ~
“Hey love.”
He stops all his commotion, alarmed. I’m so glad this worked…am I in full control now?
I’m…about invincible. I mean, I can drag the “soul” of whoever I want into this realm of mine, them waking up with seemly clear memories, as if they dreamt it…lived it. I could really mess with people, if not already.
As I like, he’s in that red wooly longsleeve, down to his boxer, dark blue. I don’t need restraints to keep him still and quiet, but I like the look of them on him. Square, unresponsive creature.
I casually move to his side, then right in front of him on the chocolate colored couch, where his taped wrists and elbows are—by my will—glued to. He tugs at them and his spread knees, desperate, his hair a jerk away from coming into contact, messy. Yea…I want him bad.
“You can calm the struggles, Square,” he doesn’t, “This is a dream, and I’m in control.”
Something seems to hit him. He leans back suddenly, finally still, trying to see through his blindfold. It’s not seethroughable.
“Recognize my voice?”
No response, but tense.
I reach for his blindfold. He winces as I pull it down Sikiş to his neck. Dull blue eyes, hazy…then wide.
“Hey,” I’m in my sleep wear, loose white t-shirt, leggings, and socks. No bra, fuck that.
His expression is amusing…not exactly scared. Confused, certainly. Well, I can’t really explain this can I?
“It’s a dream, love. And you’re mine.”
He just stares on.
Without warning, I pull his head back by his hair…which is about identical to mine in style. His eyes squeeze shut a moment from the rough act.
“Did you hear me? Nod if you understand this is a dream,” I loosen my grip, “I’d like to see expressions other than confusion.”
After a bit, he gives a hesitant nod. Good boy…or should I say, good lad? He’s eight years older, after all.
“You can try and wake yourself up,” I run my hands over his covered arms, shoulders, back, enjoying the warmth he radiates. His shuts his eyes, seemly in great discomfort.
~ ~ ~
He’s intended on keeping those pretty eyes shut. I’ve thoroughly felt up his upper body, tan-ish skin now fully exposed, muscles tensing and relaxing. Is he panting a little under his gag?
Is he attracted to me? Or is this just a normal reaction to another’s hands exploring your body? He should be fighting back more if he doesn’t want this, no? Ha…no clear answer in RL, can’t hope to get one Tecavüz porno here either. I can only physically manipulate my subjects, not get them to spill their desires.
“Have you ever been drilled, Square?”
Eyes open at that question. Flash of concern.
“Look back.”
He does. He freezes. Head swings back, far more concerned.
“Here’s an offer. Answer another question from me, truthfully, and I’ll warm you up.”
I lean forwards to claim his ass as I speak, his head digging lightly into my chest, lovely muffled sounds. I pull down the soft boxer, his body shrinks.
My, he’s kinda big. And quite turned on.
“Gonna take the offer?” I grab a controller from the coffee table, clicking ON. The fuck machine behind him comes to life, dildo extending just enough to meet his tailbone.
He did not like that little contact, trying hard to will himself awake.
Lemme give him a preview of his fate.
I shift my position, my feet now off the sofa, touching the flowery carpet. I dip my index finger into an opened jar before going right into him.
His reaction. I’m more turned on.
A few moves, I force another in. His body arch up, tortured? I peel at the edge of the tape that seals his mouth. It comes off with some trouble, the half-drenched rag too.
Flexes his jaw, a gulp. My fingers are in all the way, Travesti porno still. He keeps still too.
“…I can’t believe this-” A whimper as I continue the motion.
He sounds hotter ungagged.
“Well, taking the offer?” I pull out, to his temporary relief, “If not, you’re all warmed up.”
“How can I wake up?”
“You can’t. It’s not your decision.”
“Bullshit.”
A yelp as I pull his head back again.
“Watch your tone, love. As long as you’re here, you better not upset me.”
“This- this is so wrong…”
I let go, feeling his thin dry lips, “Last call. The question, or we start now?”
“…I can’t see you like this.”
Oh?
“Do you have more-than-friends feelings for me, Square?”
Quiet.
“You’re just a character.”
“I assure you, I’m a good representation of Blue. Now, words?”
No eye contact. Jesus.
I get up, off the comfy couch. Come back, a cup of water in my hand.
“Here.”
By physical needs, he accepts, finishing most of it. I drink the rest, before cupping his slightly flushed face.
“…I can’t drop my feelings for you, love.”
Our eyes meet a moment. He shifts a little, probably due to the uncomfortable restra-
“Of course I want you…”
??
“You’re such a fun person,” a breathy laugh, “Probably not in this way though…oh, wait…”
Did he just…
“…maybe you are. I-”
Fuck the fuck machine.
I embrace him, all my will restraints free. He kneels upright, wrapped and startled. I feel him nuzzle into my neck, his taped hands relaxed.
Him expressing affection…didn’t hope to experience that.
It’ll be fun when we wake up.
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