The loudest silence

You tried to say it. You really did try to stop, to say anything. But your lips remained sealed, your mind frozen. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. They couldn't be on their knees, in front of you... their mouth on your... waves of pleasure and confusion took the rest of your thought away.

You've been dreaming about them since you met. The way they moved. Their voice. Those eyes. That body. The charisma that made EVERYONE who saw them just...stare. But they never showed an interest in you in THAT way. You tried to get closer. To be their friend. To get them to know you. To notice.

They did, eventually. And you've been friend-zoned for 5 long years. 5 years of silently worshiping them without words. Of stolen looks and side glances. Of doing everything for them, ANYTHING for them, in the desperate, dwindling hope to be patted on the head. To be noticed. To be more than a "friend".

It never happened. And deep down, you started to realize that it never will.

Oh god! Another wave of searing pleasure took your breath and thoughts away. What were you thinking of?? You tried to focus, to ignore the sound of them... at your feet... sucking... eyes rolled back, till only the whites were showing. They seemed lost. Lost in service, in your pleasure and theirs. Fully committed to... what WERE you thinking about, again?

The ripples of their muscles glistened so beautifully in the room's dim light. Their chest bouncing in an almost hypnotic way... Your eyes, wondering all over their body. A body you dream of every night, now fully naked, fully visible for worship. Fully worshiping - YOU!

Oh... you were cumming again! You almost didn't notice. The pleasure now going on for what seemed like hours? Days? No! It couldn't be days! Only a while ago you were out on the...

You feel the moan before you hear it - a deep, rumbling sound of an animal caught in deep need. Dimly, you finally realize it came from your lips.

They got faster again, pushing you to another edge you knew you would not be allowed to cross. As your legs got weaker, your mind was losing the last of its grip. It's will to resist. Always on the edge... until you give him what he wants.

Oh.

You almost forgot about him.

The strange man in the corner, watching you both.

The man that took over your friend. That was taking over your....

Pleasure... so much pleasure as the thought washes away.

You look down again, at your fantasy coming true. At THEM. Your dream love. Their perfect body, lips, smile.

You look down, and your tears start to flow. Tears of joy. Of happiness. Of relief.

They noticed you, at last!

And you can finally have them... all to yourself, the way you always dreamed.

And all it took was your mind, your freedom, your soul.

Nothing you weren't already willing to give them for all those long years.

And just as the next edge of oblivion and pleasure crashed upon the ruins of your mind, you found just enough willpower for one last action as a free being.

You looked up at the smiling stranger, tears flowing freely from your eyes, and finally broke the silence as the words left your lips, and the last light in your eyes died for good.

Their smile widened, as they heard your final, desperate words:

"Thank you!"