The nameless

We're in the kitchen and have just finished our meal. Take-away as usual. It's pathetic; one of us should really learn how to cook. I pour the last of the wine and watch you. You're as attractive as ever with your long black hair framing you're delicate features. I'm overwhelmed by the need to posses you, to feed my only vice. I want you.

"Undress and get into bed" I tell you and you watch me with a little hesitation.
"Now?" You ask with a soft voice, not sure if I mean it.
"Yes, NOW! I will not tell you twice." I let you know that I'm serious. I raise my voice but just slightly and flash you a malice smile.

You let me take control and you walk away. Soon I hear you take your clothes off. I let you wait for a while and clear the table before I join you. Your black clothes are in a pile on the pale hardwood floor. You have done exactly what I've told you; nothing more and nothing less. You behave and don't even disagree. I walk around the room, ignoring you as I light the candles on the table and on the book chase. I turn off the ceiling light and pull the heavy drapes over the windows, closing out the world. You're in our bed and have pulled the covers up all the way to your chin. Black and red silky hair covers the pillow and my hungry eyes seek yours. They are filled with anticipation and dawning desire. I crawl onto the bed, pulling down the duvet tight around you with my knees so you can't move your arms. Your fragile body is caged under me. I bend down and kiss you, savouring you precious lips as our tongues meet. I shiver with impatience but I don't want to rush. I will take my time. I let you give up any thoughts you had of getting free. I want you to worship me, to live for me.

"On you stomach" I order you with a neutral voice. I get off the bed so you're able to turn around while I take my clothes off. The duvet slips down and I get a glimpse of your boyish chest, so pale and smooth. I'm obsessed with you and I have to take another look. My body, in my opinion, is too fury and too broad. I can't help but touching my nipples, rolling the cold metal loops, tugging them slightly. I remember how it was before we committed, remember every chance you took to watch me. At that time you were something less. Before I confessed that I wouldn't let you go, that I wanted you to either live with me or I would fall.

I pick up an ornamented bottle with scented oil. I slowly pull the duvet down your slim structure, exposing you milky-white skin. I stand still and capture the amazing image of your perfect body before I decide to straddle you. With defined movements I massage your neck and shoulders. I'm already hard and my throbbing cock slides against your firm butt as I rub your tired back muscles.


"I won't let anybody else have you... all mine" I whisper with my lips close to your ear and my upper body leaning in. I let you feel my weight. All you let out is a wordless but benign sigh.
"Just trust me... close your eyes... be mine". My voice is strained now, my self-control is decaying. You are nothing more than an innocent boy under my omnipresent will. And I tell you to be grateful, that you deserve it. "I'll have you anyway..."

You nod but stay silent. I reach down and pull the black strands of hair from your face so I can check if you're doing as you're told. You are a good boy after all which somewhat disappoints and delay me. Once again I get up and open the drawer of the nightstand. Careful not to make a sound I take out the shackles I recently bought. They're made of sturdy black leather with wide cuffs with an adjustable strap between them. I grab your arms and pull them back over your rear. I hear you gasp and I feel how your thin body is filled with air underneath me.

"No...Corey... what..." You turn your head even though you know you're not allowed to. I have no toleration for the way you try to undermine my dominance. I justify my punishment with the fact that you have suffered more than this. Back then, the only thing you ever really loved was hate and hurting yourself.

"Believe me, you better obey... or something has to break." I have tested the shackles and know exactly how to get them on. I work swiftly. "Now you're mine... you are... you are..." I trace my index finger down your spine. You're silent but I can feel your entire body tremble underneath me.

I have planed my actions well ahead and I bring out another pair of shackles; for your feet. These have a rod between them to keep your legs apart. I appreciate the moment and take my time putting them on. I move up again, over your body, sliding my hands up the inside of your legs. I get on top of you and with the power of my sheer weight I spread your thighs and let you acknowledge my hard on. I whisper in your ear the words you've heard many times before. "I never wanted anybody more than I want you..." I get on my knees and grab your hips, pulling you up with me, my hand in your hair press your head down to the pillow. I unhook the strap that connect your hands and pull them down to your feet; locking right hand to the right foot, repeating the same pattern with the left pair.

You are totally under my power and it turns me on so much. The way you are exposed to me, your moans filled with utter weakness, makes me pant hard. I caress the back of your thighs, let my hand travel down and then up on the front, but not all the way. I'm avoiding your cock. It's already glistening from pre-cum as I tease you immensely. I caress the sensitive skin on the inside of your upper thighs and you sigh as I let a small jet of my hot breath stroke your most private part. Then I lean in and my stiff tongue enters you. I move in and out very slowly. I know you want more but I'm still not touching your wanting flesh. I'm going to make you beg for it.

I take the glass bottle from the table and let a small amount of oil drizzle between your firm cheeks, down to my goal. I spread the clear liquid, my fingers on your skin and then you let my savage in. I pull out to get some more of the oil inside of you, preparing you in the most perfect way I know how to. You're breathing heavily. You can't stop me. I do what ever I want to. There is nothing you can do but accept it. I line my self up and let my throbbing flesh slide between your legs; getting some of the oil onto my skin. You catch your breath as I pass over your entry. I put some pressure on and move my hips. You whine as I invade you. I begin to fuck you, thoroughly. You pull your shackles and whimper. But you have no control; your hot, pulsating cock can't get any friction. Then, finally, you say it:

"Corey... please ... touch me... I want you... I need you... do something... anything"

I reach around your slim waist and envelope you with my hand. I move up and down your length a couple of times before I thrust inside of you and find the knot of nerves. I feel your flesh twitch against my palm and I know you're close. I move my left hand from you hip, to your chest and pull you close to me. At the same time burying myself deeper inside of you. I stay inside, I want to make you whole. You're so close and I decide that I will not let you wait any longer.

"It's okay Joey... give up... come for me."

Your entire body shivers and I feel you contract around me. I let your chest go and take your chin in a firm grip, pulling you face up so I can watch you when you come. Pleasure rips through your body as you die for me a little. You can't move, I'm holding you in a firm grip. An honest smile spread across my face as I watch you suffer unto me. Your small body covered by my larger one. To have your restrained, controlled and so close to me turns me on beyond belief. I increase my pace as you muscles compress. I can tell that you are trying to arch into my thrust but your bonds obstruct you. You are so hot and tight. The well known flashes down my spine make me admit that something has to give. I empty my enraged load deep inside of you. The sensation almost over-powers me and I loose my balance for a second. I draw a couple of deep breaths to regain my posture. I pull out and, with feeble hands, I undo your cuffs.

I lie down and take you in my arms. You rest your head on my chest, still panting, a small arm reach around my waist. I feel your fingers playing with the hair on my chest.
"Corey...?" I turn my head down and look into your eyes. They are filled with contentment. "Don't go...never let me go"
"I know... I won't..." I kiss you to let you know you're safe. I admit it, you have invaded me, made me you servant. To be honest, the only thing I ever really loved was this. To have you close, for you to be mine.