Chapter 1: Introduction
"You've got to be shitting me," I muttered to myself, squinting at my laptop screen in the dimly lit room of my apartment. I hadn't thought about sex in a while, and the last time I had was just a weak, pathetic fantasy involving Taylor Swift or Miley Cyrus, depending on my mood. But this was different. This dude had some kind of supernatural power over me.
We started chatting on one of those adult hookup websites, of all places.
I wasn't looking for anything serious, just a bit of fun, a way to pass the time. But then he messaged me, and everything changed. His username was 'AslamTheMaster', which should have been a red flag right there, but I was too intrigued to care. He was older, more experienced, and he knew exactly what he wanted. And fuck me if I didn't want it too.
"Hey there, little one," he typed, his message appearing on my screen like a command from on high.
I could almost hear his voice, deep and authoritative, sending shivers down my spine.
"Hi," I replied, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in my stomach. "What's up?"
"What are you wearing?" he asked, cutting straight to the chase. I blushed, glancing down at my ratty old sweatpants and oversized t-shirt.
"Not much," I admitted, biting my lip. "Just something comfortable."
"Show me," he demanded, and I felt a thrill run through me at his bossiness.
I grabbed my phone, snapping a quick pic of my outfit, and sent it to him. There was a pause before he responded, and I could practically feel his gaze burning through the screen, undressing me.
"Fuck, you're cute," he said, and I preened under his compliment. "But that won't do. Take off your clothes, Shivam."
I hesitated, suddenly self-conscious. "Here? Now?"
"Yes, here and now," he insisted, his tone brooking no argument. "I want to see every inch of your body.
Don't make me ask again," Aslam growled, and I felt my cock twitch at the threat in his voice. Fuck, this guy was dangerous, but I couldn't help but obey him.
With trembling hands, I reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion. I tossed it aside, feeling exposed and vulnerable. My nipples hardened in the cool air, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I looked back at the screen, at Aslam's username blinking expectantly.
"Good boy," he praised, and I felt a warmth spread through me at his words.
"Now the pants."
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my sweatpants, hesitating for a moment before pushing them down over my hips. My cock sprang free, already half-hard from our exchange. I kicked the pants away, sitting naked on my bed, feeling the cool sheets against my ass.
"Touch yourself, Shivam," he commanded, and I wrapped my hand around my shaft, giving it a tentative stroke. "That's it, baby. Show me how you like to be touched."
I closed my eyes, letting my imagination run wild.
I could almost feel Aslam's hands on me, guiding mine, showing me how he liked it. I stroked myself harder, faster, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Fuck, yes," Aslam typed, his own excitement evident in his rapid-fire messages. Make yourself feel good. Imagine it's my hand on your cock, my fingers teasing your balls."
I moaned, doing exactly as he said. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening, my muscles tensing.
"Not yet," Aslam ordered, sensing my impending release.
"Stop stroking yourself." I whimpered, my hand freezing mid-stroke. "Yes, sir," I panted, my cock throbbing painfully. "Good boy," he praised, and I basked in the warmth of his approval. "Now, turn on your webcam. I want to see you." "I-I don't know if I'm ready for that," I stammered, my cheeks flushing.
"Shivam," Aslam said, his voice firm yet gentle, "we've come this far because you trust me. Don't stop now.
You're so close, baby. Let me see you."
I took a deep breath, my heart hammering in my chest. I'd never shown myself to anyone like this before, but there was something about Aslam that made me want to push my boundaries. I clicked the button, the soft hum of my webcam filling the room as it came to life.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Aslam breathed, his voice thick with desire. I could see him now too, his face filled the screen, his dark eyes locked onto mine.
He was stunning, his features sharp and angular, his jaw dusted with a day's worth of stubble. He was older than me, his confidence radiating through the screen, making me feel small and insignificant in the best possible way.
"Spread your legs, Shivam," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. I complied, my knees falling open, exposing myself to him completely. I felt vulnerable, laid bare, but also incredibly turned on.
"Touch yourself again," he instructed, his gaze never leaving mine. "Slowly this time.
Tease yourself," Aslam directed, his voice a low rumble that sent vibrations straight to my cock. I wrapped my hand around my shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze before starting to stroke myself again. I kept my eyes locked onto his, watching as his pupils dilated, his breathing growing heavier. Just like that," he encouraged, his own hand moving to his crotch, rubbing the bulge in his jeans. I could see the outline of his cock, thick and long, straining against the denim.
The sight of it made my mouth water, my hole clench in anticipation. I wanted to taste him, to feel him inside me, stretching me, filling me up.
"Fuck, I can't wait to be inside you," Aslam groaned, his hand working his cock through his pants. "I'm going to split you open, little one. You'll take every inch of me, won't you?"
I nodded, my throat dry, my voice lost somewhere between my desire and my nerves. "Yes, sir," I managed to choke out, my hand picking up speed on my cock.
"I want that. I want you to fuck me hard."
Aslam growled, his eyes flashing with hunger. "You're going to be my good little slut, aren't you, Shivam? Taking my cock like a champ, begging for more."
I whimpered, the filth rolling off his tongue sending jolts of pleasure straight to my balls. "Yes, sir. I'll be your good slut."
He unzipped his jeans, his thick cock springing free, already leaking precome.
It was even bigger than I'd imagined, the head purple and angry, veins pulsing along its length. I licked my lips, my ass clenching in anticipation.
"Come here," he growled, his voice rough with desire. I crawled across the bed, my eyes never leaving his cock. When I was within reach, he grabbed my hair, fasting it tightly, and pulled me towards him.
"Suck me," he commanded, his grip on my hair unyielding. I opened my mouth, taking the head of his cock between my lips. He tasted salty and sweet, his skin soft as velvet.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, exploring the ridges and grooves, before taking him deeper into my mouth. He groaned, his grip on my hair tightening, guiding my movements.
"Fuck, yes," he hissed, his hips bucking slightly, fucking my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. "Take it all, slut."
I relaxed my throat, trying to accommodate his size, my eyes watering as he hit the back of my throat. I gagged, my reflexes kicking in, but he held me there, not allowing me to pull back.
Tears streamed down my face, my eyes locked onto his, pleading silently. He watched me, his expression impassive, his grip unyielding.
"Breathe through your nose, little one," he instructed, his voice calm and steady. I did as he said, inhaling deeply through my nostrils, trying to relax my throat. Slowly, I adjusted to his size, my body accommodating him.
"That's it," he praised, his thumb brushing away a tear from my cheek. "You're doing so well, Shivam.
Such a good little slut for me," Aslam murmured, his voice laced with pride. I felt a surge of warmth at his praise, my cock throbbing in response. I wanted to please him, to make him proud. I wanted to be his good little slut.
He began to move his hips, fucking my mouth with long, steady strokes. I could feel his cock hitting the back of my throat with each thrust, my gag reflex threatening to kick in again. But I pushed through it, determined to take every inch of him.
I wanted to show him that I could handle whatever he threw at me. I wanted to prove myself to him.
Aslam's groans filled the room, his grip on my hair tightening as he neared his climax. "Fuck, Shivam, you feel amazing," he panted, his hips moving faster now, his control slipping. "I'm going to come, baby. Swallow it all, okay?"
I nodded as best I could, my mouth full of his cock, my eyes watering. I braced myself, my body tense, ready for his release.
Aslam's grip on my hair tightened, his hips jerking erratically as he chased his orgasm. With a final, guttural groan, he came, his hot seed spilling into my mouth. I swallowed quickly, my throat convulsing around his cock, milking every last drop from him.
He released my hair, his body slumping back against the chair, his chest heaving. I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my own cock still rock hard and aching. Aslam looked at me, his eyes softening as he took in my disheveled state.
"Come here, little one," he said, his voice gentle. I crawled back towards him, my body still buzzing with unspent desire. He pulled me onto his lap, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close. I rested my head on his shoulder, my body relaxing into his embrace.
"You were amazing, Shivam," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. "I've never had anyone take me like that before."
I blushed at his praise, my heart swelling with pride. "Really?"
He nodded, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my back. "Really.
You're a natural, Shivam," Aslam said, his voice warm and approving. I felt a glow of satisfaction at his words, my body still tingling from our encounter. I nuzzled closer to him, my cock nestled against his thigh, seeking friction. He chuckled, his hand moving to cup my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Someone's still horny, I see," he teased, his fingers trailing along the crack of my ass, making me shiver. "Mmm-hmm," I admitted, my voice muffled against his chest.
"I still need... I still need to come."
Aslam's chuckle vibrated through me, his hand moving from my ass to wrap around my cock. I gasped, my hips jerking at the sudden contact. He gave me a few slow strokes, his thumb swirling around the head, spreading the precome that had gathered there.
"Poor baby," he cooed, his voice laced with mock sympathy. "Let's take care of that, shall we?"
I nodded eagerly, my body already writhing in anticipation.
Aslam's hand felt incredible, his grip firm yet gentle, his strokes sure and steady. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to touch me to drive me wild.
"Roll over," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. I complied without hesitation, flipping onto my back, my legs falling open, inviting him in. He looked down at me, his dark eyes filled with hunger, his expression fierce.
"Keep your hands above your head," he instructed, his gaze never leaving mine.
I raised my arms, interlocking my fingers behind my neck, exposing myself to him completely. He smirked, appreciative of my obedience.
"Good boy," he praised, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. He leaned over, his hands gripping my thighs, pushing them further apart. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps as I awaited his next move.
Aslam began to explore my body with his mouth, his lips and tongue tracing paths along my skin. He started at my ankles, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive flesh, making me squirm.
He worked his way up, his tongue darting out to taste my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He lingered on my inner thighs, his breath hot and heavy, making my cock twitch with anticipation.
"Please," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Aslam."
He looked up at me, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Please what, Shivam?"
I blushed, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Please... touch me."
He chuckled, his fingers trailing along the inside of my thigh, making me shiver.
"Where would you like me to touch you, little one?"
I bit my lip, hesitant to voice my desires. He raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently for my response. "My... my cock," I finally managed to say, my voice barely audible.
Aslam smiled, his hand moving to wrap around my shaft.
"Like this?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
I nodded, my eyes locked onto his hand as it slowly stroked my cock. It felt incredible, his grip firm yet gentle, his rhythm steady and sure.
"Not yet," Aslam commanded, sensing my impending release. I whimpered, my hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more friction. He chuckled, his other hand moving to cup my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Not until I say so."
I bit my lip, trying to hold back my orgasm, my body trembling with effort.
Aslam watched me, his expression inscrutable, his hand continuing its torturously slow pace on my cock.
"Please," I begged, my voice ragged, "I can't... I can't hold back much longer."
Aslam's eyes flashed with something I couldn't quite read, and he leaned down, his breath hot on my ear. "Then don't," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "Come for me, Shivam. Show me how much you want it."
Those words were my undoing.
With a cry, I arched my back, my body convulsing as my orgasm tore through me. Aslam's hand continued to work my cock, drawing out my release, milking every last drop from me. I bucked and writhed beneath him, my body completely at his mercy.
When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, I collapsed back onto the bed, my limbs heavy and sated. Aslam released my cock, his hand moving to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing away a bead of sweat that had gathered there.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice soft and approving.
I blushed at his praise, my heart fluttering in my chest. No one had ever looked at me the way Aslam did, with such intensity, such hunger. It was intoxicating.
He stood up, his body towering over mine, and I couldn't help but feel small and vulnerable beneath his gaze. He reached down, offering me his hand, and I took it, allowing him to pull me to my feet.
"Come on," he said, his voice gentle yet firm.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
I followed him to the bathroom, my body still buzzing with endorphins, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Aslam turned on the shower, testing the temperature before stepping inside. He held out his hand to me, and I took it, allowing him to pull me in after him.
The water was hot, steam filling the small space, fogging up the mirror. Aslam grabbed a washcloth, wetting it under the spray before squeezing out the excess water.
He turned to me, his eyes softening as he took in my disheveled state. I stood there, naked and vulnerable, my body still marked with the remnants of our earlier encounter.
"Turn around," he instructed, his voice gentle yet firm. I complied, turning my back to him, feeling the cool air against my skin. He began to wash me, his touch tender and careful, as if he were handling something precious.
He started at my shoulders, his hands massaging the tension from my muscles. I could feel the stress of the past few days melting away under his ministrations.
He worked his way down my back, his fingers tracing the lines of my spine, making me shiver. I leaned into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed, a soft sigh escaping my lips.
Aslam chuckled, his breath warm against my ear. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
I nodded, unable to form words, my body completely relaxed and pliant in his hands. He continued washing me, his touch gentle yet firm, leaving no part of me untouched. When he reached my ass, he paused, his hands lingering on the curve of my cheeks.
I tensed slightly, unsure of what to expect. He noticed my hesitation and leaned in, his voice low in my ear.
"Relax, Shivam. I'm not going to hurt you."
I took a deep breath, forcing my muscles to unclench. He resumed his ministrations, his hands washing my ass with slow, deliberate strokes. I could feel my body responding to his touch, my cock beginning to stir once again.
Aslam chuckled, his fingers trailing along the crack of my ass, making me shiver. "Someone's enjoying this," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.
I blushed, my cheeks heating under his scrutiny. "I-I can't help it," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Your touch feels... incredible."
Aslam smiled, his fingers trailing along the edge of my asshole, making me gasp. "Does it now?" he teased, his voice low and husky. "Maybe I should give you something else to enjoy."
Before I could respond, he slipped a finger inside me, his knuckle popping past the tight ring of muscle. I cried out, my body tensing at the sudden intrusion.
Aslam's finger moved slowly, exploring my inner walls, sending jolts of pleasure-pain coursing through me.
"Relax, Shivam," he murmured, his voice soothing. "Breathe through it." Aslam's finger moved deeper, finding a spot that made me gasp, my cock hardening instantly.
"Fuck, right there," I panted, my hips moving involuntarily, seeking more friction.
Aslam chuckled, his finger curling, rubbing that spot relentlessly.
"Found your prostate, haven't I?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble against my ear. I could only nod, my breath coming in short gasps, my body writhing in pleasure.
He added another finger, stretching me, preparing me. I winced at the brief flash of pain, but it was quickly replaced by pleasure as he found that spot again, rubbing it with steady pressure.
"More," I gasped, my hips moving in time with his fingers, seeking more friction, more pleasure. "I want more."
Aslam growled, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, marking me.
"You're mine, Shivam. Every inch of you belongs to me."
I whimpered, my body arching into his, seeking more. Yours."
He withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and bereft. I whined, my hips moving instinctively, chasing the sensation. Aslam chuckled, his hands gripping my hips, stilling my movements.
"Patience, little one," he admonished, his voice low and firm. "We have all night."
He stepped back, his hands releasing their grip on my hips.
I turned to face him, my eyes searching his, looking for any hint of what was to come. His expression was inscrutable, his dark eyes unreadable. He reached for the soap, lathering it between his hands before turning his attention back to me.
"Arms up," he commanded, his voice firm yet gentle. I complied, raising my arms above my head, presenting myself to him. He began to wash me, his soapy hands gliding over my skin, leaving a trail of bubbles in their wake.
He started at my chest, his fingers tracing the lines of my pecs, making my nipples harden. I could feel my cock stirring, my body responding to his touch, despite my recent orgasm.
Aslam noticed my reaction and smirked, his fingers trailing lower, skirting around my navel. "Someone's eager," he teased, his voice low and husky.
I blushed, my cheeks burning under his scrutiny.
Aslam chuckled, his fingers trailing along the length of my cock, making me shiver. "And what about this?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. "Do you want me to touch this too?"
I nodded, my breath hitching in my throat. "Yes, please," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Aslam wrapped his hand around my shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze.
I moaned, my hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more friction. He chuckled, his grip tightening, his hand beginning to move in slow, steady strokes.
"Like that, do you?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear. I could only nod, my body already writhing in pleasure, my cock hardening in his hand.
"Yes," I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders, anchoring myself to him. "More, please."
Aslam obliged, his hand moving faster, his grip tightening.
I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight, my breath coming in short gasps. I was close, so close.
"Come for me, Shivam," Aslam growled, his voice low and commanding. "Show me how much you love my touch." With a cry, I came, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Aslam continued to stroke my cock, drawing out my release, milking every last drop from me.
I clung to him, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He held me close, his arms wrapping around me, supporting my weight as I rode out the waves of pleasure.
When the last tremors finally subsided, I slumped against him, my body boneless and sated. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, his hands rubbing soothing circles on my back.
"Good boy," he murmured, his voice warm and approving. "You did so well." Aslam's voice was soft, almost tender, as he helped me step out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around my waist, patting me dry gently. I leaned into his touch, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the heat of the shower.
"Thank you," I mumbled, my eyes cast downwards. I wasn't used to receiving compliments, especially not from someone like Aslam. He seemed to command respect and admiration wherever he went, and I felt honored to have caught his eye.
He tilted my chin up with his finger, forcing me to look at him.
His eyes were intense, burning into mine. "Don't thank me, Shivam. You earned that praise. You're a natural at this."
I blushed at his words, my heart fluttering in my chest. No one had ever spoken to me like this, with such raw honesty and desire.
Aslam led me back to the bedroom, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. I could feel the heat of his palm through the towel, branding me. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling me to stand between his legs.
His hands roamed my body, tracing the lines of my muscles, making me shiver. I could feel his gaze on me, intense and hungry, and it sent a thrill of excitement coursing through me.
"What do you want, Shivam?" "Tell me what you need."
I bit my lip, hesitating. I wasn't used to voicing my desires, to being so open and vulnerable. But with Aslam, it felt different. It felt safe.
"I... I want you to touch me," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Everywhere."
Aslam's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating with desire. "Where do you want me to touch you, Shivam?" "Everywhere," I repeated, my voice stronger this time. "I want to feel your hands on me, your mouth... everywhere."
Aslam growled, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer. "You're playing with fire, little one," he warned, his voice low and husky. "Are you sure you can handle it?" Aslam challenged, his eyes never leaving mine. "I won't go easy on you just because you're new to this."
I squared my shoulders, meeting his gaze head-on. "I can handle anything you throw at me," I declared, my voice steady and confident.
Aslam smirked, clearly pleased with my response. "We'll see about that," he murmured, his hands moving to the towel around my waist. He tugged at the knot, loosening it, before letting it fall to the floor, leaving me naked and exposed before him.
His gaze traveled down my body, taking in every inch of me, making me feel both vulnerable and empowered under his scrutiny.
"Lie down," he commanded, his voice firm yet gentle. I complied, climbing onto the bed and settling onto my back, my heart pounding in my chest. Aslam stood up, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to undress.
He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing tanned skin and toned muscles underneath. My mouth went dry as I took in the sight of him, my cock already hardening in anticipation.