5. Chapter 5
Justin
This is the weirdest dream ever. I’ve had sex dreams before, but never this vivid.
Whereas the previous dreams were blurry and confusing, often rapidly changing the way dreams tend to do, this one feels almost too realistic. My mind is hazy and my body oddly heavy, but I’m awake and aware.
What do they call it? Lucid dreams? Shouldn’t you be able to influence them somehow? If this is all in my head, I should have a say in what happens.
Not that I’m complaining about my current situation. A large man holding me down and sucking my cock is a damn good dream. If only I could somehow get him to make me come already, but no matter how hard I try to focus, the dream doesn’t change. It’s almost as if…
No. That’s ridiculous. This is clearly a reaction to that knife-wielding weirdo incident.
I’ve discovered some pretty disturbing things about myself and this is how my brain processes them.
That’s the only possible option because this isn’t real.
People don’t get kidnapped from their beds.
That only happens in books and movies. Except…
There was a rumor going around campus a few weeks ago about a girl being taken, but that’s all that it was.
A rumor. I’m dreaming, and my mind felt it necessary to conjure a muscular Black man with an eyebrow piercing who claims he’s my Master, calls me his pet, and gives me head.
It’s a lot to unpack, possibly with a therapist, because what the fuck?
But that’s for later. Now, I’ll just lie back and enjoy the dream.
I have to give it to my mind, though, because my dream Master certainly knows how to suck dick.
It never felt this good the few times I’ve experienced it before.
The way he takes me so deep that I’m hitting the back of his throat is out of this world.
Then he swallows around me, and I moan like a wounded animal, too close to coming to bother feeling embarrassed.
Besides, I’m alone in my dorm room. My roommate won’t be back for hours, so there’s no shame in letting loose and enjoying this oddly vivid dream.
The man’s touch feels so real, and so does the hard surface I’m lying on. My mattress isn’t the best, but this truly feels like I’m lying on a wooden table. I run my fingers along the surface, trying to break through the illusion.
My head feels a little clearer, although I can’t really think about anything other than my dream Master’s mouth on my cock and the desperate need to come. Is this really my secret fantasy? God, it’s so fucked up. I definitely need therapy.
“Eyes on me.” The man’s rich baritone sounds unfamiliar, as does his face. My imagination is definitely working overtime.
As I ponder the man’s voice, I forget to follow his command. Sharp pain shoots from my inner thigh, making me cry out. The pain is too real for a dream, but the alternative is too terrifying to consider.
I’m definitely not helpless in an unfamiliar room, being groped by a stranger. It’s not real.
It’s not.
Wet kisses soothe the aching spot on my thigh where the man bit me. Dream me will have a bruise there for certain, and a sick part of my mind finds being claimed in such a primal way oddly hot. I’ve never been claimed by anyone before, not like this.
“I said, eyes on me.” There’s a dangerous edge to my dream Master’s voice now, one that makes shivers run down my spine.
Or perhaps that’s just the impending orgasm that’s still avoiding me.
Every time I’m close, the stranger backs off, keeping me in a constant state of arousal that’s somehow both pleasurable and painful at once.
I shouldn’t be able to open my eyes in a dream, but I do, and my subconscious provides me with another image of that strange room and a man I’ve definitely never seen before. Unease niggles at the back of my mind, but the arousal drowns it out.
The man’s eyes, black like the darkest night, capture mine with such intensity that I can’t look away even if I wanted to. Damn, he’s so hot. Even a straight man would appreciate that, right?
“Good boy,” the man says.
What?
That’s what the knife-wielding madman was teasing me with earlier, wasn’t he? He asked me if I wanted to be a good boy, and I got embarrassingly hard. I didn’t even masturbate because I did want to be a good boy, and how sick is that?
The stranger grins, his teeth shining white against his dark skin. He’s truly beautiful. Maybe I’d seen an image of him in some commercial? He’s definitely hot enough to be a model.
“You didn’t masturbate?” he asks.
Oh my god, did I say that out loud or is he reading my mind? Wait, he is my mind. This is all in my head. It feels so real I keep forgetting. Still, why do I make myself embarrassed even in my dreams? That’s stupid.
“He told me not to,” I find myself mumbling, my words slurring like I’ve had too much to drink.
My eyes are drawn to the stranger’s piercing that moves as his brows draw together. “He? Oh, you mean Mikhail. And you listened, huh? That calls for a reward.”
A reward? “Yes, please.” Now we’re finally getting somewhere. Maybe now this figment of my imagination will finally stop edging me and let me come. At this point, it’s nearly impossible to focus on anything other than my aching cock.
The man laughs. “And polite, too. Mikhail was right, you’ll make an excellent pet. Very well. You’re allowed to come.” With that, he takes me in his mouth again, this time mercifully not pulling away when I get close.
My arms feel rubbery and don’t quite do what I want them to, but I manage to get one hand into the stranger’s hair.
His curls are cropped too short for me to really twine my fingers in them, so I just rest my hand on the back of his head as I watch him swallow my cock.
My eyes never stray from his, and not just because he ordered me to watch. It’s too fascinating to look away.
A man is giving me a blowjob. It’s not something I ever expected to see and yet, it feels right.
Oh my god, I’m gay. My father’s going to have kittens.
Not even thinking about my father can stave off my orgasm.
It hits me like a freight train, lighting my body up with pleasure so intense my vision whites out.
My muscles lock and I arch up like my body is instinctively straining to go deeper into the stranger’s throat, which is tightening around me as he swallows, squeezing the head of my cock impossibly tight.
My dream man swallows all my cum and licks me clean, like he can’t stand the thought of leaving a single drop behind. I lie there feeling boneless, unwilling to move even if I were able to.
Is this the point where I wake up? I’m feeling more awake every minute, with that dreamy haze receding from my mind. Yet, I’m not back in my bed. I’m still naked in this windowless room, lying on a hard surface, and there’s still a stranger here with me.
A wave of dizziness hits me as I turn my head, but as my vision clears, cold prickles at the back of my neck. I’ve seen the X-shaped cross before. In porn. It’s even more intimidating in person.
Something large and metallic glints at the edge of my vision, but I can’t quite see what it is. I do notice a padded bench, which I’ve also seen in porn—I watch a lot of porn, okay?—and some canes and paddles hanging on the wall.
This is a kink dungeon. Why am I dreaming about being in a dungeon?
“What…? Where…?” My tongue feels heavy and too big for my mouth, but I manage a few intelligible words.
“What’s happening?” I want to wake up. This can’t be real.
“Who are you? Where am I?” Maybe the dream man will just tell me to go back to sleep and I’ll wake up in my bed.
I close my eyes, willing myself to fall asleep, but a stinging smack on my thigh has me wide awake.
The stranger’s eyes are narrowed now, and I shiver under his disapproving frown. “I told you to keep your eyes on me.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, because my mama raised me to be polite. I’m definitely not apologizing because I truly regret disobeying the order. That would be ridiculous.
“Well, don’t do it again. I don’t get off on pain, but I will punish you if you keep giving me reasons to.”
Punish me?
“Now, to answer your questions.” The stranger leans over me.
I could probably sit up now, but I’m not ready to stop believing this is all a very vivid dream.
“My name is Cameron Matthews, and I’m your Master.
You are my pet, and this,” he gestures at the entirety of the creepy dungeon, “is your new home.”
What the fuck?