First Response
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The fog rolled lazily across the bedroom floor. The mist gently dampened the soft covers and pillows that lay waiting on the bed. The room was still, anticipating it's master's actions.
Zack led him in, forcing him to stumble backwards while teasing him with gentle kisses. With both his hands locked in his, he pushed him against a canopy post. Raising the poor boy's arms above his head, he tied them to the hanging ropes that were prepared for such manuevers.
Trembling, the boy withstood the unending kisses, the gentle strokes, the exploring hands under his clothing. Zack's scent was intoxicating, continually penetrating his nasal passages. After the first few minutes of torture, he realized resisting this man was futile.
Zack knew exactly what he was doing. This was his art... this trembling young man before him was canvas. He would do to him what so many great painters had done to blank whiteness.
Zack ran his hands through his hair. A natural act he performed to entice the eyes. Holding the boy's chin, he deepened his kisses. With one hand, he tugged on the boy's shirt, ripping off it's buttons. He smiled as a small gasp escaped from his chosen lover's lips.
Lightening his kiss, he moved down the boy's body, trailing his tongue as he slowly sank to his knees. Looking up at his young ward's reaction, he kissed the buttoning on his pants. The widened eyes looking down at him gave him all the permission he wanted. Quickly, he undid the fastenings. Letting the piece of clothing fall, he glanced up at the shoked face.
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He couldn't take this much longer. He followed Zack's honey sweet voice to this dark room. Let him kiss him, let him touch him, trying to force himself to not respond. A response to a male would finally prove it, it would let his friend's prophecies come true.
He convulsed violently as he felt a hand on the most tender part of his body. He could feel himself reacting. The gentle caressess feeling wonderful against the cold, foggy air. Shutting his eyes and clenching his teeth, he turned his head up in a last act of defiance before he felt the warm lips touch his skin.
