Page 61 of Demon of Dreams

He twisted his neck, looking up at me. “It’s just a—”

“Don’t call me that,” I repeated. I could barely breathe.

“Jesus, fine.” His eyes said I was being unreasonable. “But if you’re not going to go any harder, can we at least move on to something that might be more fun for both of us?” He gave my crotch a significant glance. “I’ve got a hungry hole, and I know just the thing to fill it.”

And just like that, I was annoyed again. This kid was too cocky. He needed to be taken down a peg.

“What’s it going to take to teach you that I’m in charge?” Before he could answer, I imagined him naked, on all fours on the floor in front of me, ass pointed right at my crotch.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” he said, his tone far too amused for my liking. “Though you’re not nearly as naked as I am. Last time I checked, you couldn’t fuck people through clothing.”

“Last time I checked, I toldyouto stop talking.”

“You didn’t technically tell me to—”

I imagined a piece of duct tape over his mouth, and it appeared. Cory glared at me, affronted.

“That’s better.”

I took a moment to appreciate the scene. Cory, naked and kneeling in front of me, slim body shivering slightly. Whether it was from the cool of the wood floor, or simple anticipation, I couldn’t tell. His cock was rigid, pre-cum leaking from the tip as it pointed straight down to the floor.

“If you want this to stop, you just stand up and walk away,” I told him. “You got that, right?”

It felt silly, worrying about consent with a creation of my own subconscious mind, but I couldn’t help it. It was like locking the door even if you were only stepping out to check the mail. I didn’t want to develop bad habits. Cory rolled his eyes.

“Good. Now, I seem to recall you saying something about a hungry hole.” I paused for a moment, taking time to craft the idea in minute detail in my mind before imagining a large, pink dildo sticking out from the base of the couch. “That’s perfect, because you’re going to fuck yourself on that.”

Cory looked at me, horrified. The dildo was huge, and I hadn’t done anything to prep him to take something that large.

I smiled. “You said I was welcome to be a pain in your ass, after all.” He glared at me, and I laughed. “Lucky for you, I’m feeling generous.”

I imagined a large dollop of lube on the dildo and watched it drip down the sides like icing on a cake. Then I leaned back, spreading my legs and freeing my cock from my joggers, stroking it as I watched his dismay.

“I’m supposed to teach you a lesson, aren’t I?”

His eyes narrowed, and I wondered if I was being too much of an asshole before reminding myself that none of this was real. Not in any sense that mattered to the real Cory, anyway. He’d never know what I’d fantasized about doing to him.

“Well? You said it yourself—Isaac doesn’t have all day. Get on with it, or get out of my head.”

Slowly, head still swiveled over his shoulder, Cory backed up on his hands and knees. The base of the dildo was between my calves, offering me a perfect view. His hole was so tight, and for a moment, I wondered if I should change my fantasy. Did I really want to deny myself the chance to be inside him?

But he’d earned this. If he wanted to act like a brat, I would treat him like one. Besides, watching his humiliation, and the hint of fear in his eyes as the tip of the dildo brushed against his hole, was a bigger turn-on than I’d ever imagined. I was certain he’d be biting his lip, if the duct tape let him.

“That’s it,” I told him, stroking my cock. “Just remember. You brought this on yourself.”

Cory whimpered softly, and something warm broke open in my chest.

“You can do it,” I told him gently. “I know you can.”

His cheeks flushed pink, and his eyes filled with something like hope. I had a sudden urge to rub his back, to tell him how proud of him I was. It felt so real that for a moment, I forgot I was in a trance at all.

Cory nodded slowly, then pushed back against the dildo, allowing the tip to breach his hole. His hole was so tight, I wondered if he’d ever felt so much as a finger inside him. Trance Cory might act confident, but a hole like his was too pretty to have seen much action.

He groaned as the bulbous head of the dildo pushed into him, his hole straining to stretch wide enough. He was breathing heavily, and a high-pitched moan emanated from behind the duct tape. I took pity on him and added more lube to the dildo. His hole stretched wider, wider, and just when I thought it couldn’t possibly open anymore, the head slipped inside with a wet pop, his anal lips closing around the shaft with relief.

God, how I wanted to be the one to show him how good a real cock could feel. I stroked myself, imagining for a moment plunging into his slick, hot channel. But no, I couldn’t give in to that.

Even if this were just a fantasy, some things felt too dangerous to contemplate. If I got a taste of his ass here, I might want it even more back in the real world. It was better to just watch and appreciate.

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