Angel From My Nightmare, Pt. 2

The water was even colder today than yesterday’s dream. Everything appeared more real- the colors more vibrant and I could feel my breathing, taking in the sharp, cold air as I ran, gasping, through the water falling from the sky. I could feel it stinging my eyes and matting down my hair, shaping it onto my skull. Movement was difficult, a labor that demanded that I stop- my subconscious telling me not to keep going forward, but as always, I knew that I couldn’t help myself. I’d go forward whether I wanted to or not.

It didn’t take me long to begin running up a small set of stairs that loomed from nowhere, my legs seemingly leaping over them as I entered a porch, a covered area in front of a door. I found my hand reaching forward against my will, forming a knuckle and knocking twice. I had rapped with a strong force. My hand ached, but the sound was soft and didn’t echo. I stood there, hoping against all hope that he wouldn’t hear me.

I knew my stupidity while I hugged myself against the cold, hearing the lock slowly turning an dI waited while the door opened. It creaked slowly, and I found anticipation building within me even as revulsion filled me at the same time. A light appeared, and a man loomed in the doorway. I knew that the body was going to be perfect, the body of an angel that I lusted for so dramatically. I knew that the body would be luscious, but at the same time, it wouldn’t be complete. I knew that there was going to be no face, because that’s the way it had been for a month now.

My heart almost stopped as the man actually came into vision. Before me was the man of my dream; the man of my nightmares; the man of my reality. The face on the body was a face that I now recognized. It was the face of Troy, and I wondered how I had gone a full month without realizing that perfection. He leaned forward, cupping my cold cheeks with his even colder hands, and began kissing me passionately. The breath left my body as our lips continued to keep their contact, our bodies moving closer, the water on my nude form clinging to his clothing as he began to rub me with his hands, tightly putting friction between our two bodies.

He broke the kiss, leaving me gasping as he moved his head away from mine. The drops of infinite blue that made up his eyes looked into my shallow, brown pupils as he grabbed me by the hand and led me inside of the house; a house that I now recognized as the place where he had fucked me earlier this day. I felt my body heat rise, my cock rising with it, and he slammed the door shut. Shock filled me, only to be replaced with wonder at what was happening to me. He slowly reached for me again and we began our kiss once more.

As he began rubbing me, somehow the kiss slipped from our slips, and I managed to open my mouth, ready to protest everything that was going on it. It was crazy, it was stupid, and as his mouth made contact with mine once more, it suddenly made total and complete sense. The kiss was deep, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths as if it was the first time that we had ever kissed. He led me quickly back to the room where we had had sex earlier today. He lay me down, the water covering the sheets quickly, and I closed my eyes.

I opened my eyes with a shiver and a gasp. The entire bed was soaked with water I lay there, breathing heavily and feeling disoriented. I knew that I had had a dream gain, but the details, as always, eluded me. I looked over towards my clock, which was reading 7:24 p.m. I frowned and realized that I was still in a stranger’s home and I jumped up, surprised and scared, wondering what would happen if I got caught here.

I ran out of the room and into another- a living room, or den, where a roaring fire burned in a fireplace on the far wall, which were themselves a deep crimson red. The walls were covered with pictures of amazing art, and had sofas on three of the walls. A TV stood on the wall with the fireplace, although it was quite distanced from it. I stood there, taking in the sights for a moment, until I heard a gasp from behind me.

“Lucas!” my mother’s voice surprised me, causing me to turn around quickly with a jumped and shocked expression. “Where are your clothes, Lucas?” I blushed and covered myself with my hands as I realized that I was completely exposed to my mother. 

“What’re you doing here, mom?” I gasped out, clearly confused. 

She looked at me oddly. “What do you mean, honey?”

I stared at her. “Why aren’t you at home?”

“We are at home, honey.” She shook her head. “Are you okay?” She walked forward, coming close to me and touching my face. Her hand seemed to burn my skin. “Oh, honey, you’re freezing! You need to cover up!” She walked past me, grabbing a blanket from a sofa and setting it near the fire. She called me over and I responded, taking the blanket from her and wrapping myself up in it, hoping that this strange dream would fade away as my body warmed itself. My mom patted my shoulder as I heard movement in front of me. I looked up…

And there was Troy. Except that this wasn’t the Troy that I knew. His face and body were the same, yet somehow he seemed much older… almost middle aged. My brow furrowed, confusion creasing my otherwise unblemished face. I could feel my mother glowing, happy to see this man. I let out a shiver that I’m sure Mom just dismissed as my cold. I was wondering what was going on, but mom stood up quickly and walked to Troy, who leaned forward and kissed my mom full on the lips. I felt my mouth drop and felt a stab of betrayal- and I could feel, even across the distance, the pure sadistic pleasure that Troy got from seeing me under this uncomfortable situation.

“Honey,” Troy said, addressing my mother, “why don’t you go to our room? I want to talk to our son alone.” She nodded after a moment and walked down the hallway I had originally come from, going into a room that I’d never even seen the inside of. She shut the door. I looked at Troy, my face set into a wary frown, as he walked forward and sat down next to me. He reached forward and placed his hand on my leg. He began rubbing it through the red blanket, and I found myself starting to protest; except, for some reason, my mouth didn’t seem to want to work.

“How do you like your new home, Lucas?” Troy’s voice was cold, but sickeningly sweet, like super-saturated water. It made me want to vomit, but of course, I didn’t have control of the situation. Ive started to notice that I never do when Troy is around. I did manage to keep my mouth closed as to not answer him, though, and I clung to that small victory. I saw Troy’s blue eyes flash with amusement. I managed to gulp, somehow knowing what was coming next.

Somehow, I found myself saying, “Don’t kiss me, Troy. You’re not taking control of me, I will not give myself to you.” The voice wasn’t my own- I didn’t have the kind of authority to say anything to him, and I certainly hadn’t come up with that response on my own.

He frowned, his hand tightening around my leg. It was strange- everything about the whole situation was wrong. 

“What’s going on here, Troy? What are you doing?” That voice was my own, able to speak somehow, as though the first time that wasn’t me had somehow liberated me. I then began to feel the longing within me grow, the beating of my heart speeding drastically, but I fought the urge to give into the pleasure that would come from Troy’s touch. I knew how debilitating it was. I could feel and see the feral smile on Troy’s face, the smile of a hunter who has caught his prey in a corner, giving it no chance to escape, and I had to dig my nails into the skin of my palms to resist the urge to jump on top of his body.

“You want to know what I’m doing? I’m changing you, Lucas. Everything about you. I’m making you mine. I’m going to make you me.” He lunged at me, his lips meeting mine, and I could fight no longer. The blanket was thrown off of me, exposing my fully naked body to Troy’s clothed one. The kiss hurt- I Could probably have a bruise on my lips from it, but I didn’t care at all. All that mattered to me right now was having him, right here, right now. I wanted him like I wanted no other thing.

I felt his mouth leave mine, and desperation filled me. I didn’t want this to stop- I needed it to continue, forever and forever, to never end. I began to look around wildly, and he began to stroke my cock with his right hand. I felt relaxed- he was touching me again, I wasn’t lost, I was his, and he had found me. His mouth moved towards my ear, nibbling on it and sending his cold breath against my skin. I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure.

“See, it’s not so hard to give into the things that you want.” The voice was somehow rougher now, the sweetness of it lost, as though he knew that the sweetness of his previous one made me sick. It had a edge to it that I hadn’t heard before, ever, and that edge spurred my dick into life, raging and wanting this stranger so badly that I seemed to forget all the questions that had come boiling up to my head. I forgot to ask why my mom mooned over him, why we were in this stranger’s home, who he really was- and most importantly, why did he really appear in my life and what did he want from me? I forgot, as earlier, my inhibition towards sleeping with another man. Everything just felt natural here, as it should be, like I had made peace with a part of myself that had secretly wanted this for an eternity and had finally given up to it and let it become a part of me.

I spread my legs apart under his powerful body and he began to stroke my dick faster, filled with a purpose. I was gasping, making far too much noise. I knew that my mom would be able to hear, that she had to know that the man she called her husband, even though they’d never met before, was milking her seventeen-year-old son’s hard dick. I knew all of this, and I didn’t care. And I didn’t think my mom would care either. People seemed to stop caring whenever Troy was around. I ached for him so badly that I wanted to do whatever I could to please him, he who clouded my mind with lust so thick that I was almost suffocating from it.

“You like how I make you feel?” He asked to me, and I nodded, unable to speak. “You’re the first one I’ve done this to in… years.” His hand kept running and up down my dick as he whispered into my ear, the cold breath hitting my clammy skin, erasing from my mind the new batch of questions that had managed to enter my subconscious, like how he had been a High School student 12 hours ago and now was a middle-aged man. 

His cold breath left the side of my neck. I worried until I felt his freezing lips make contact with my neck and begin to slowly kiss it before he moved to a new spot, taking the time to suck on the skin for a few seconds before continuing further downward.

I was squirming under his expert mouth, biting my lip to keep myself from moaning too loudly. It was impossible to fight the touch of shivers that overcame me, and I knew that he was enjoying that fact that I had no control over myself. I knew that he found it amusing that I could be so ruled by the way he could make my body feel. I knew how he felt about me- that I was a plaything, a little toy to screw around with, but beyond that, I knew nothing about him, and I loved every minute of it. What was happening to me?

My train of thought was halted before it could really begin. It was snapped in half as his mouth reached my screaming tool. I was so hard that I hurt. I needed release and I needed it now. The smoothness of his mouth as he enveloped my dick was amazing. He took it all the way to the back of his throat and back up again slowly, his lips forming the perfect, tight O as his tongue ran over the shaft while he pumped his mouth up and down.

I was in provincial heaven, and I didn’t want it to stop. My hands tightened, grabbing at the rub and grasping it tightly. The intensity of my squeezing made my hands ache; I knew without seeing that my knuckles would be bone white. I felt my balls begin to swell and knew that I was close to bursting. A wave of coldness overtook the inside of my dick, slowing the progress of my semen as it moved forward to ejaculate. I heard a voice inside of my head whisper, “No, not yet. Wait.” 

The voice startled me; it was almost like my own, yet sounded more infinite, much older, and had the edge of knowledge on it. I knew that it didn’t belong to Troy, and knew that it didn’t really belong to me; it was a new voice, and was one that I felt just as compelled to obey as Troy’s. I shook my head in wonder, but I soon forgot all about the voice, getting lost in Troy’s pleasure inducing techniques. I could feel his frustration rolling off of him in waves; he knew that I should’ve cum by now and was curious, nay, more than curious, as to why I hadn’t done so yet.

I felt a slight touch in my mind, something cold, and then felt whatever was blocking my semen from escaping from my throbbing cock remove itself. Within a sudden, violent gasp, I felt wave after wave of cum gush from my stick liquid filling Troy’s mouth, and he swallowed every last bit, licking his lips as he looked me in the eye. Then, with a laugh, he stood up.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have a date with your mother now.” I heard the dismissal in his voice and felt tiredness wash over me.

With those words, I fell asleep, into a sleep without a dream.

I woke up without a dream. I was relieved, yet somewhat curious. It was strange; the first night in a month that I hadn’t dreamed. I heard the clock chime midnight, and I shook my head. Maybe I just hadn’t slept long enough to start having a dream. It was then that something struck me; I was totally exposed in this place, the warm, red place that I had been in earlier had faded away into a gray exterior. In my mind, I could hear the slow ticking of the clock, each second lasting far longer than it should, and I began to really wonder if I had escaped a dream, or if I was in one.

A small light appeared at my side. I looked at it as it slowly began to intensify, the brightness of it becoming blinding and full of color in this dull and devoid world that I was now wandering in. I watched in wonder as the light slowly began to take shape, something corporeal as the rest of the world seemed to fade into the ethereal. I squinted, the light becoming more difficult to look at, but I knew without a doubt that I would have to keep looking at it, that one slip would leave me stranded in this place that I didn’t want to be in.

One second, I thought that my eyes were going to be overwhelmed by the bombardment of light, and the next, the light was gone, standing in its’ place was a teenager, a boy that looked almost like Troy, yet did not have the same appeal, the luster, the sexual desire. There was a pink ribbon tied over his eyes and his arms were bound behind his back. There was a small cross stitched over his mouth, and I stared at the boy in curiosity. He tilted his head, and I could swear that I heard his thoughts.

“You are Lucas?” 

I nodded my head, wondering what was going on, and the boy continued.

“My name is Troy- not the Troy that you see before you, but Troy as I was before I started going through exactly the same thing that you’re going through. Everything is going to be changing for you soon, and when I mean everything, I mean everything. Don’t let it freak you out, but you do need to fight it. You’ve seen how hard it is to resist him when he wants something from you. You’re not going to be alone in this fight, but its’ time that the one that masquerades as all of us is overcome.”

The speech stopped, and then all around the room, bright lights like the one that this boy who called himself Troy began to appear. I countered; eight more lights. I waited as the lights slowly winked out of existence, leaving a total of nine people standing around me. They all stood there, with pink ribbons over their eyes, their hands tied by a black rope, and their mouth sewn shut with cross shape. 

“Our time here is short; we cannot oppose him directly, for we have already succumbed to him. If you can, think of us and say our name aloud, and we will come to help you, like I helped you today.” Their forms all began to flicker, and I stared, wondering what was going on. I could see color slowly returning to the room, and I looked around before turning my attention back to Troy.

“Remember us, and maybe you’ll be the one that gets away.” They were gone, and with a rush, I felt like my body was flying throughout the worlds. All the color rushed rapidly back into the scene, the sound of the clock returned to normal, and I stood there, naked, in the hallway, breathing slowly. I walked forward through the hallway, going to the room where my mother and Troy were staying, and opened it slowly. I watched in horror as he bred my mother, rapidly fucking her with his nearly 10” dick and as she begged for more. 

I watched for about a minute until, finally, with a great moan, he released his seed into her cunt. I clutched my heart with both of my hands and let out a gasp, as pain suddenly shot through me. I fell to my knees, pain swarming throughout my entire body as my vision began to blur and spin. I fell fully onto the ground and closed my eyes, taken and overcome by some unknown force. I was moving back into the dreamland that this person who calls himself Troy controls.

--To be continued...