Vienna, August 1907

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I held the pungent handkerchief to Gustav's face and he inhaled once.

Twice.

His eyelids fluttered and his features relaxed.

A contented smile graced his lips when I withdrew it.

"What is that?" he asked.

"Ether" I replied before breathing in a short whiff from the moistened fabric myself.

Not too much, though. Just enough to feel a little rush while still maintaining control of my senses.

I had plans for my friend tonight.

Plans of spoiling him in ways that would require a certain degree of submission on his part.

And a lot of control on mine.

"On the bed," I instructed him before I let him have another go at the essence.

No stranger to the stuff myself, I knew my words would soon be lost on him.

Clearly feeling light-headed, Gustav staggered to the bed and lay down.

"No," I corrected him softly. "On your knees."

For a moment he didn't stir, but just lay there looking up at me. Then he turned over and tucked his knees under him, obediently kneeling in the centre of the bed.

I knelt down behind him and embraced him. Admittedly, he seemed more at ease with my touch than he would have been in a more sober state. But sometimes people needed to be shown the way to happiness.

My hand snaked up to his chest and pulled him even closer to me.

I unbuttoned his shirt and took one of his nipples between my thumb and forefinger, kneading it firmly. His head rolled to the side and he closed his eyes but he did not resist.

My other hand slipped down the front of his trousers and sought out the treasure between his legs.

He had already begun to stiffen, I noticed with a pleased smile.

I brought my hot mouth to his ear and his breath quickened. Gently I bit and ran my tongue along the outline of his ear before thrusting it inside.

His cock swelled further in my hand.

Now my mouth travelled down to his neck, biting lightly into his salty skin.

How I longed to taste every inch of him. To devour him alive.

I decided to risk something I hadn’t yet done, took his chin in my hand and turned his face to mine.

I kissed him slowly at first to gauge his reaction.

He did not reciprocate the kiss but his lips parted slightly.

I felt a tingling sensation, just as if it were my first kiss ever.

I was hopelessly smitten with this boy and I knew it even if he didn’t.

My kiss grew in intensity, my tongue making its way between his teeth, making him open his mouth to accommodate it.

His eyes still shut tightly, he surrendered himself to my will, lightly kissing me back.
It was better than I could have imagined.

I was now fully turned on.

Passively he let me undress him and guide his hands to the headboard.

"Here," I said. "Hold on to this if you're feeling dizzy."

He supported himself on the cool brass bar, knelt as though in prayer.

Sliding his knees apart, I positioned myself beneath him so I was lying on my back between his legs. The perfect position to admire his stately erection while still getting a good look at his face.

I took hold of