John turned onto his stomach and moaned in his sleep. He moved his hips to rub his swollen cock against the silky gold sheets. In his dream, he felt strong, masculine hands grasp his hips and raise him up on all fours. Slick oiled fingers moved over his ass, kneading the firm flesh. John moaned again, his arousal overcoming his initial fear of being penetrated by the larger man. A callused finger ran slowly down the crevice, teasing the tender opening to John's body. He jumped in surprise as a warm finger began working its way in the rosy, puckered opening. It hurt at first, this unexpected invasion.
He had never allowed anyone to penetrate him this way before. A second oiled finger began working its way in, relaxing the tight ring of muscle and John moaned again, the full feeling overtaking his senses. Then the man behind him angled his fingers a little differently and-

Oh god!! Pleasure shot through every nerve ending in his body and he gasped again, almost sobbing from the intense feeling. John felt like all the blood in his body rushed into his aching cock and he throbbed with every stroke of those talented fingers working deeper into his body.

He tried to push back against the pressure of those fingers, hitting that sweet spot each time, but a strong arm wrapped around his waist, holding him tight. He moaned with need when he felt the fingers pull out and that hand reached around to stroke his cock, long, light teasing strokes. John wanted to beg the man to make him cum, to just end the ache in his loins, the pulsing need driving him to moan again. He thrust into the hand stroking his cock, desperate to cum, but he was released and John felt like he might burst into tears of frustration.

Then he felt something new, and he realized with a flash of fear that it was the mystery man's cock head pressing against his anus. He felt the head penetrate him, but no more than that, then it was pulled back out. Then slowly the other man pushed into him again, a little further this time. John gasped, it hurt more than the fingers, this huge hard cock working into him. The man thrust hard into him suddenly, and John felt like he would split in two from the pain of that huge cock beating into him. Then the feeling changed into a swirl of pain and pleasure, as the dark man began to hit that sweet spot inside him with every thrust, pleasure racing along every nerve ending, all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes.

John tried to reach around to grasp his cock, desperate to end the pulsing need, but the man caught his hands, restraining him, then wrapped his arms around John and lifted him up against him. John cried out from the overwhelming pleasure that caused, the man's cock buried as deep as possible into him. The man began rocking his hips, rubbing his cock against that sweet spot. John could take no more, he squeezed his eyes shut and clamped his ass around the thick cock, and came so hard his vision blurred. He felt the man inside him throbbing and a long moan escaped his lips as John squeezed his cock hard with the force of his orgasm, and he felt the other man's seed drench his thighs.

When John could see again, he noticed his legs were covered with cum, and the man's arms were still tight around his waist. He craned his neck around to see who the mystery man in his bed was, and screamed when he recognized the dark haired man snarling at him. His nemesis, the man who wanted him dead, Crais.

tbc by aiobheann