The Visitor

On an instinctive level, Tommy knew he was dreaming.

This didn’t help to assuage the feeling of extreme unease when he opened his eyes to nothing; the blindfold secured over his eyes fitted comfortably but securely, and completely obscured his vision.
Taking a deep breath, the former red ranger began to take stock of his situation, noting that he was lying on the firm mattress that he knew, as you do in dreams, was his own; and he was naked. His wrists and ankles were tied to the bedrails with lengths of a material which, although soft, proved to be strong enough to withstand even his considerable strength. He pulled experimentally at his bonds, testing the restrictions imposed upon him.

‘Don’t do that.’ The deep, cultured voice came from his left.
‘Who are you?’ Tommy demanded. Bound and naked, he still raised his head defiantly to face the direction the voice had come from.
‘I am The Visitor.’ He stated simply. ‘I come into your dreams – with only the intention of granting you the pleasure you would deny yourself.’ Behind the blindfold, Tommy glared daggers at him and something of this must have shown on the tall youths face, for The Visitor didn’t wait for a response, he just continued in a conversational tone.

‘It has been so hard for you, as a ranger....so much responsibility for one so young...’ Tommy could feel a hand sliding up the inside of his thigh and tried in vain to move out of reach. ‘The safety of the earth...the countless lives of citizens....your team mates....’

The hand slipped between his thighs to seek out the silken pouch at the base of his shaft, and a warm palm cupped the sensitive sack for a moment. Tommy froze; his startled gasp meeting with a husky chuckle that sent hot breath rippling across the head of his shaft.

‘Now it’s time for you to find your release. A chance to let go of the tension that fills your body and mind. You’ve been living with the daily pressures of your position for too long. I know your friends would agree. I’ve been observing you all for a long time.’

‘You leave my friends alone.’ The youth’s voice had taken a warning edge to it, which The Visitor just laughed off.

‘I can see all that I wish to see. I see them when they are in school, or when they battle. I see them with friends and I see them with family. And I watch as they sleep, never knowing that I am there.’ At this, Tommy felt a wave of anxiety for his friends. He struggled futilely against his bonds and the hands that caressed him.

‘Of course, I would never touch them....the way I’m touching you right now...’ As if to emphasize his point, The Visitor expertly raked the nails of one hand up the inside of Tommy’s thigh. Protests died on Tommy’s lips as his body betrayed him. He felt a shudder run through him, but not in the revulsion he would have expected from so intimate a gesture from a total stranger. Hot tears stung his eyes behind the blindfold, as he felt the first stirrings of arousal.

‘Still, they are all very attractive’ The velvety purr had started to sound contemplatory, as hands began to stroke and massage Tommy’s thighs and buttocks. ‘I think I would enjoy visiting them some other night, when I am finished with you, and take the time to satisfy them, it could be rewarding...yes, they are all very attractive, and would make excellent studies I’m sure.’
Tommy was trying not to respond to the skilled touch, but he could already feel the quivering that signalled the beginning of the end for his resistance.

‘Adam especially’ the voice whispered into his ear with relish ‘Adam sleeps in the nude, with nothing more to cover him than a thin sheet- perhaps in hope that one of his friends will climb through his window and take advantage of him. Do you think he’d be interested to know how I have entered into his room on many a night, and pulled back the covers to admire him as he slept?’
The Visitor chuckled darkly, ‘and in sleep he’s very ... amenable... to suggestions that he relieve his needs.’ Tommy felt a wave of disorientation as the laughter echoed all around him and the dream faded into nothing.

******

He wasn’t sure how long he slept, but as the next dream began he saw that the light cast through the open window had almost completed its nightly transit across the bedroom floor...
Only this wasn’t his bedroom floor. Confused Tommy looked at the laminate flooring that now surrounded the wing chair he slept in.

He only knew where he was once he saw the familiar picture of his friends on the wall. Each of them had a copy, but only one had framed it in a handsome wood-effect frame.

Although The Visitor was only a shadowy form visible against the pale wall, Tommy knew that the keen eyes were focused unwaveringly on him.

‘What are we doing here?’ Tommy demanded ‘you’d better not have hurt Adam’

‘Look closer.’ He was bidden

Suspicious of the one who had brought him here, Tommy began scanning for any immediate threat, taking in the appearance of the room at the same time.
It seemed to Tommy that Adam too had been unable to completely give up his colours. The walls of the room were painted a relaxing shade of white tinted with apple, and the linen sheets and pillows on the pale pinewood bed were an aesthetically pleasing mix of charcoal and sea green. Amidst the cool sheets Adam lay sleeping sprawled on his back. His hair had pulled loose from the knot he habitually tied it up in at night, and inexplicably Tommy’s fingers ached to run through the unruly dark curls haloed on the pillow around the sleeping boys head.

A gentle wave of magic glided across the room, and Tommy was helpless to protest as the sheet that covered Adam’s sleeping form was pulled back, exposing the full length of the lithe young body.

Years of training in martial arts and active sports had honed the youth’s physique and sculpted the lean frame. Whilst not powerfully built, like most of the other male rangers, Adam’s body was defined with a certain sinuous fluidity; a blend of clean lines and smooth curves that enticed the eye to trace each contour of firm, yet supple flesh, the surface lightly marred in places by the remnants of scars sustained in battle.

Tommy eyed the darkly puckered evidence of a laser blast in the hollow of his throat, knowing how raw it must have been when it was fresh having taken similar wounds himself. He knew when this one had been inflicted because he had been the intended recipient; it was because of Adam’s quick thinking and lightning-fast reflexes he had been spared. But he hadn’t known the injuries Adam had sustained were this extensive though; it was usually hidden well beneath the shirts Adam never went without, and he had never mentioned it. His cheeks burned as he thought of the countless times his quietly courageous friend had acted in so selfless a manner on his behalf; and now at the casual, uninhibited way he was observing the sleeping, vulnerable form.

Yet despite the distaste of circumstances Tommy had to admit even rumpled with sleep, Adam was breathtakingly beautiful.
An arm reached across the bed as if in invitation, satin smooth skin stretched over whipcord muscle.

Leaning over the bed The Visitor began to whisper to Adam in a low soothing voice, the sound of his flowing words was almost hypnotic. As he spoke he moved closer to the sleeping boy until he was inches away.
‘You’ve had a hard day haven’t you? Now you can relax. You know what you need to do to feel better.’
His mouth was almost touching the delicate skin of Adam’s ear, and with each whisper the youth’s lips parted softly in response to the feather-light sensations the simple act provoked.
‘It will feel so good, to take time for yourself...there’s no pressures, no worries.... no judgement...now touch yourself Adam’

Adam’s hand obediently began to skim downwards, over the creamy smooth surface of his stomach, long fingers grazing his skin and causing flickers of anticipation in their wake, before naturally curling around the base of his shaft. In slow, firm strokes, he began to caress himself; hand gliding over moonlight skin.

Despite his intentions to look away, Tommy found himself watching every movement, fascinated by the evidence of Adam’s arousal. The flush that crept up the pale, creamy flesh of his throat that flexed smoothly as he swallowed. The rise and fall of his chest as his breathing quickened. The thickening swell of his organ
Adam had begun murmuring softly, sharp pink tongue lapping out in entreaty. Without thinking Tommy slid his finger into the panting, eager mouth, feeling the firm grip of arousal as immediately Adam latched on and began massaging the offered digit with a skilled tongue. Sensations he had never before received from another man began to flood through him, concentrating in a throbbing point between his thighs. Working past his inhibitions of this being his friend and former teammate, Tommy stopped fighting the direction his dream was taking. Committing himself fully for the first time that night, he eased in a second finger. Adam accepted this hungrily and began to work steadily on drawing more length into his mouth, each pull heightened by the stroke of his tongue.
Tommy’s eyes fixed on the dark curves of Adam’s soft, full lips wrapped around him and he felt an urge to taste them.
Withdrawing the well lubricated digits, he pressed his lips firmly to the supplicant mouth, thrusting his tongue deep into the silken caverns and revelling in the moist heat. Unconsciously, he let his hand drop from Adam’s cheek to his own throbbing erection which he caressed in time to the slick motions of his companion.

Tommy watched, mesmerised by the play of muscles that rippled through Adam’s body, from his heaving chest to the spasming contours of his abs. His eyes naturally came to rest on Adam’s straining member, so he saw the moment when the silken sacs beneath drew tight, before giving up their load. Adam’s hips bucked convulsively and then he stiffened, head thrown back in a cry that swept through Tommy; and brought his own much needed release, in an explosion of molten heat that catapulted his consciousness into the highest reaches of a plane where there was only sensation. An unending wave of pleasure.

******

He wasn’t sure how long it took for his mind to return to his body; only idly noted the feeling of their cooling seed spread on his skin and the sheets around them. On the pillow beside him, Adam’s dark tousled hair framed his face, a stray curly lock hanging over his brow. Languidly raising a hand to brush it back, Tommy chuckled in surprise as his touch provoked a warm smile to light upon the lips of the still-sleeping youth. Content just to watch the expression that flickered across Adam’s face as he dreamed, Tommy didn’t respond to the touch on his shoulder.

‘It’s time we left.’ The Visitor stated. With a wave of his arm the spilled seed evaporated into nothing, leaving behind stainless sheets and skin.
Tommy felt a deep protectiveness as he watched Adam sleeping peacefully once more. Gently he draped the sheet back into place, taking the opportunity to stroke the soft skin one last time. He felt the familiar drowsiness pass over him, and before the dream ended and he fell back into slumber he pressed a light kiss to Adam’s lips, tongue lapping up one final taste.

******

Watching as Tommy slept on, unaware of his presence except in his dreams, The Visitor took satisfaction in his victory. He had not anticipated how quickly the former ranger would accede to the overtures of his plan. Now the groundwork was set, he was already planning the next night’s foray.