"Yes."

That's how the entire thing got started. One simple word that changed his whole damn life…amazing isn't it the power of one word. That night still hung back in his mind as a blurry fantasy. To say it had been interesting would be the world's biggest understatement, after all nothing was ever the same again.


*****



He felt something fall into his lap, looking down he noticed a white terry robe that appeared to be two sizes too small. "Sorry, you're a bit taller than Yugi but it'll have to do until your clothes are dry."

Slipping the robe, which barely covered his body, on Otogi glanced over at the man. "Now what happens?" He had never done anything like this, more or less. Once before he came close, but wasn't willing to participate; this time would be different. He knew what it was he wanted, needed, but he still didn't know what would be expected of him apart from fundamentals.

"That all depends on you. I won't force you into anything, but there are, after we come to an agreement, certain…things I will expect of you." The words sank into his head.

"I don't know what I want." That was a lie and he knew it; after all, he did know what he wanted, someone to take the situation out of his hands. Someone else to take control, to tell him what was going to happen; he didn't want to be in charge let someone else do it. His eyes fell away, down to the now spectacular looking carpet.

"We can work that out as we go along. Stop looking at the floor. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, besides I can't see your eyes when they are cast down that way and they're too beautiful to hide." He looked up at the old man, feeling he had more than enough to be embarrassed about but not wanting to disagree. "Good. You're getting better at following instructions." A thoughtful smile came over the old man's face, "I believe I owe you a reward for your
promptness tonight. Would you like to start your training tonight?"

He didn't know if a verbal answer was required or not, along with the nod of his head he gave a near silent, "Please," as he looked up through the almost dry strands of hair that fell over his face.

The old man touched his face gently with his hand, "It's not all about domination and submission. It's about pleasure, not for one, for both." He stroked a few stray locks away from the boy's eyes, "Very few people understand the use of positive reinforcement, but you'll understand soon. Lie back." He watched as the boy moved to obey not bothering an attempt at covering with the too small robe.

"I'm impressed with your determination tonight, or maybe your tenacity. Either way you proved you're willing to see this out." Standing next to the bed, he took out a bottle of oil opened it and pour some of the clear liquid into his hands. There was a noticed change in the boy's body, tensing for something he still didn't understand but wanted. "Not tonight. You need to trust me first. I won't hurt you little dragon except when you want me to."


The soft oil coated hands moved gently over his body, lazily wandering over his chest. Otogi closed his eyes as the experienced touch relaxed his tense muscles, moving from chest to arms and back again. Tired and weary from his night, the dance over his skin lulled him even further; dazed, he listened as the man continued speaking to him. "Such a beautiful boy."        

The hands slid over his body down from chest to stomach. He tensed slightly in his daze but calmed again quickly as they past to his legs. As the hands worked the tension from his body he perceived a subtle change in the way they felt, the way he felt. The pressure of touch, relaxing all muscle…well almost all muscle, he noticed with some trepidation that one muscle was having an extremely hard time with the whole situation and as such was becoming extremely hard.
Desire rose from within, demanding attention. After all wasn't that what this was supposed to be about, his body screamed internally at the neglect it experienced. Still those hands glided over his body, purposefully in attention or, inattention, to details.

Not even realizing he was doing it, the next time he felt the hands move down towards his legs, he arched himself up desperate for more than he was receiving. "Impatient are we?" The only answer that came was a soft moan as the head of black hair pounded back into the pillow below it. "Tell me what you want little one."

He found himself unable to speak, a hand moved lightly over his leg tracing a path up and down his inner thigh. "Please."

"Not yet little one. Did you dream last night?"

It was harder to think, let alone speak now the way his body wanted to react. Fuzzily the words got through, "Yes." Closer the hand moved, circling around his stomach lower than before.

"About this? About us?"

There was movement on the bed next to him, the feel and weight of another body. The hand now played along the other thigh whilst the other went among the raven strands splayed out upon the bed. "Tell me about it, what happened in this dream of yours." The hand that had been upon his leg moved to pick up one of his own and placed it
on his rigid flesh. "As long as you can tell me about your dream you can touch. If you stop the story, you stop the other. You're not allowed release until I say so, if you feel yourself loosing control stop until you can continue. Do you understand?" There was a quick nod from the boy, "So tell me of this dream…"


 
Oil poured over his hand as it slid up over his hardened shaft, desperately wanting relief as he spoke. "I was in a forest, it was still daylight but I couldn't really see anything, the trees were so thick the light didn't get through. I felt lost but I didn't feel scared…I knew I was safe." Slowly his hand caressed his slick flesh, moving with deliberate motion. "The further into the forest I went, the hotter it seemed to get so I started to undress. Taking off pieces of clothing as I went so that by the time I reached the center of the woods, I was nude." He was having a hell of a time trying to
keep his thoughts straight as he related the tale of his subconscious from the night before knowing how he had awoken afterwards.


"There was a statue of a snake. It came to life and then moved towards me. I couldn't move as it started to wrap itself around me, inching up my body. I wanted to fight it but I knew if I did it would hurt me. If I just gave in, let it do what it wanted I would enjoy it more. And so I stood there as it crawled up me, wrapping me tighter in it's coils. It became harder to breathe, until the snake was looking me in the face." His own breathing came in jagged gasps, recalling the words of the older man unable to do anything but wait until the desperate urge from his body subsided.


"It spoke to me, asking if it should give me what I came there for. I told it I didn't understand, I was lost I hadn't come because I was looking for it. The snake laughed at me and I could feel it's grip around my legs loosen before it slid back down. I found myself next lying on the ground ready to scream as the snake's tongue darted around my hardened cock before it tried to eat me starting there. At least that's what I thought until it impaled me upon its tail, pushing into me without warning…"His whole body shook with pent up frustration, he wanted, needed release. He arched up slightly,
crying out in unhidden aggravation but he still held out. "That's all…I woke up at that point."


"You've been such a good boy. Would you like your reward now? Finish up what you were doing, you've held out for so long now. Come for me little dragon," he huskily whispered into the boy's ear as he added his own hand on top of the dark haired boy's. The gentle touch, adding extra stimulus to the boy's overloaded mind and body, did it. The built-up orgasm flooded out dragging a strangled cry from him as well. The boy fell back exhausted from the effort while
the man milked his body of the last drops of fluid.



He awoke later to find himself in a strange bed. It took a few minutes for everything to replay in his head before he started to wonder what he was expected to do next. The door opened and in walked the man holding his now dry clothes. "Here you go. Now get dressed, you need to head home." He started to protest wondering what if anything he had done wrong, considering he had done exactly as told earlier. "Nothing my boy. You do need to go home, although
I expect you back here tomorrow night at closing. Come in the door this time, wait in the back room. I'll be there as soon as I'm done closing, we have a lot of training to do and I want to start as soon as possible."
 


part 3