Chapter One

The storm rolled in with a deafening rumble, its mighty sounds permeating every nook and cranny of the cozy apartment. Simultaneously, the rain intensified, pelting against the windows with increased force.

Flashes of lightning illuminated the room, highlighting the gathering darkness outside. The weather forecast had predicted this heavy downpour, warning everyone to avoid being caught outside or driving in the rain. Seeking shelter indoors was strongly advised.

Meanwhile, Ivan lay in a deep slumber on the bed, caught in a cycle of recurring dreams that seemed to grow more vivid each time.

In the dimly lit room, a familiar man stood at the bedroom doorway hastily removing his silk tie. The urgency with which he discarded it revealed his desperation for something, a desire that consumed him completely.

"Ivan?," he called out, his deep and melodious voice resonating throughout the bedroom.

Ivan, about to unbutton his shirt, froze momentarily. The sight of the exceptionally handsome man standing in the darkness, intently observing him with hunger in his eyes, left him breathless. Weeks of repetitive dreaming about this man without ever glimpsing his face had taken its toll on his psyche.

Anxiously, Ivan awaited the man's arrival, eager to be reunited with him. Fingers trembling with anticipation, he counted down silently—five, four, three, two... Despite constantly dreaming of him, Ivan had never laid eyes upon the man's face.

Ivan yearned for the man to take him to that illicit place he secretly craved, a place where he shamelessly exposed his vulnerability, free from any inhibitions. There, he could scream his pleasure to the heavens, lost in the ecstasy bestowed upon him by his enigmatic lover.

With purposeful strides, the man closed the distance between them, leaving the hardwood floor behind. Disregarding his tie, he tossed it onto the duvet cover before positioning himself behind Ivan, their reflections now visible in the mirror, but his face blurred.

The man's front pressed against Ivan's back, his tanned hands gliding over Ivan's arms, inducing a delightful shiver that coursed through his entire body. The sensation of the man's touch resembled butter, effortlessly smooth and tantalizing.

Ivan's nipples responded, hardening beneath the silk shirt, as he struggled to contain the rising desire. The sight of his own arousal pressing against the fabric proved irresistible.

"Good boys don't wear briefs," the man murmured in a low, seductive tone, causing Ivan's blood to heat up even further. An involuntary soft moan escaped Ivan's lips as he fought to catch his breath.

Upon returning home from the office, he had purposely discarded his briefs, knowing full well the effect it had on his mysterious lover. The man always preferred him naked, and Ivan complied willingly, no longer bothering with underwear whenever they were together.

Whispering softly, Ivan repeated the words of his dream invader: "Well-behaved boys do not wear briefs." His voice barely audible, the man pulled Ivan's buttocks firmly against his hips, causing a surge of sensations to rush through Ivan's body.

With each involuntary spasm, pre-cum flowed from Ivan's swollen tip, igniting an intense desire within him. He yearned for the man to penetrate him with his substantial member, longing to feel complete once again.

"Good boys must be spanked," the man declared, brushing Ivan's jet-black locks away from his neck before planting his lips on the exposed skin. Ivan trembled and closed his eyes as the man playfully bit and kissed his neck, his hands teasingly exploring his torso, eventually reaching his sensitive nipples.

Finally, the man's palm settled on Ivan's chest, his thumb tracing circles around his hardened peaks, gently squeezing. Starting softly, the man gradually applied more pressure, causing Ivan to cry out in pleasure, nearly reaching orgasm where he stood.

"Remove your shirt," the man commanded in a hushed tone, and Ivan obeyed without hesitation, his trembling fingers struggling with the buttons of his silk white blouse. The anticipation of what awaited him was driving him to the brink of madness.

The fabric fell to the floor, revealing Ivan's exposed body, which was met by a cool gust of air. In that moment, all Ivan desired was for the man to take his large hand and stroke his erect cock. He had fantasized all night about the precise instant when the man's fingers would glide over him repeatedly, exerting increasing force until Ivan exploded in pleasure onto his strong hand.

Lifting Ivan effortlessly, the man carried him to the bed. "I'm ready," Ivan breathed heavily. "Fuck me. Now, Shawn." His desperation was evident in his gaze and in the urgency of his voice. Ivan knew exactly what he wanted and could not bear to wait any longer. "Put me out of this misery," he pleaded.

However, the man remained unfazed by Ivan's plea. "Patience, my dear," he calmly replied, securing Ivan's wrists to the iron bed frame using his white-and-black-striped silk tie. He then took a white scarf, folded it in half, and blindfolded Ivan with it.

"You're restraining me?" Ivan questioned, his statement sounding more like a plea than a query.

The man did not feel compelled to answer. Instead, he walked over to the dresser, retrieved two more scarves, and returned to the bed, spreading Ivan's legs wide open.

The man exposed Ivan's wet flesh by tying his ankles one by one to the iron posts. Heat and need throbbed in his tightness as he felt the room fall into a dead silence.

Overwhelmed with the need to please, Ivan knew the man was staring at him. His chest heaved, nipples hardened with pain, and his manhood fully erected with arousal.

"I have dreamed of this moment for so long, Ivan," the man whispered, no longer pretending or engaging in foreplay. Without hesitation, he slipped a finger into Ivan's tight hole, causing Ivan to arch into his hand. "Ever since I met you, you've been such a bad boy. Now, look at you, you have turned into a good boy, waiting for me naked. Allowing me to tie you to your bed, spread your long legs open, and do anything I want to do to you after your day at work."