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My lil' cute boy has been like this for a half of an hour now.... At the very edge to soak this melting heaven with hard shots of sticky bliss, the sweet trance have been diminished just enough to let his weakened conscious mind to show up, while he is simple mumbling the lovely words I taught him, the words I know he is repeating over and over inside his tingling head, irremediably sealing them in both, conscious and unconscious mind...

And with those words, his weak head is drilled by the strong aromas that had completely surrounded him, aromas that he catches deep in with each slow breath he takes... my strong manly scent... the maple tobacco from my pipe... the spent cum musk and his own strong arousal... the penetrating leather smell of my clothes mixed with the sweet flavored lube and his saliva...

All those things that he is learning to love and to get aroused for, as the last pieces of resistance are broken and surpassed, thanks to my tender ministrations between his wide open legs... Fueling his libido, and to the lovingly nuzzles and caresses on his titillating forehead... Filling his heart.

Mmmm and as I'm here, waiting for the cotton trance to end it's magic, my mind can return to the past treasured memories that my lil' drake boy has given me... Heheh that's what the old ones like me enjoy to do... Isn't it? And of course, those are the stories the young ones are always eager to hear, aren't you?

Roger and I were working hard in the orphanage for the next months... Going for supplies to the marketplace.... moving the stone chipping from here...or placing some construction materials to there... painting walls... planting trees... and fixing broken things like tables, chairs and beds. Well, Roger is who really fixed those things, He is an expert in the matter, he was a fine cabinet maker in his old job after all, but for me ... heheh it's something I'm not really good at, I just helped him by handing over tools or holding things in place, just as he needed.

The work was hard, but my friend's opportune quips helps to make it easier, always with the right word and the perfect joke to keep our minds at ease; that, and the idea to help all those kids in all I can to make their lives good and happy, that's what motivated me.

But of course, there was another and more important reason to keep going... the chance to see again my special winged boy with those adorable and yet sad silver eyes....

And I had the good fortune to see my drake boy frequently... Carrying out his daily duties and the extra help he always offers, having some fun with his friends on the playground or the times when he was alone with his thoughts...

The times when he was watching me intently and following me in hide... Or in the afternoon, when he returns from a well spent morning at the local school and heads to the big tree in the small garden of the orphanage, to do his homework...

But specially and more closely, when he was sent to bring us some fresh flavored drinks and some snacks that of course, he helped to make.

Mmm I specially remember the first time I could chat with my boy, I was alone that day, painting the walls In one of the rooms while Roger was helping next door, I was about to finish the last touches when I heard a gentle knock, and while I turn around to see who was, I had the pleasant surprise to see my sweet drake boy coming in.

He was so shy... Just saying the polite greeting and leaving the jug and the snacks over a far cornered table, and trying to escape out just as fast as he arrived, something I could not allow of course, It would be a crime to lose such a unique change.

I stopped him with the polite thanks and the usual first question for a first time conversation, that's when I knew my boy's name, Drait, and I kept asking things that he could not be able to avoid.... he was standing in the middle of the room with a beautiful red face that his cute blue scales was not aiding to hide, avoiding eye contact as he was looking down, with his cute tail curling slowly on one of his legs as he answered shyly to all my questions.

And between this... a bit forced interrogation, I said some silly jokes and funny comments that made my boy giggle cutely, slowly making him feel more comfortable as the time passed....

Sometime later, he was cheerfully sitting on the floor, holding his ankles and bouncing slightly, happily waving his tail as he told me all the things he likes to do, what kind of music he likes to hear, his favorite meal and favorite sports, what he likes and what he doesn't from the local school, all his responsibilities, the unexplainable strange feeling of loneliness and specially about how much he cares about his friends... His family, that he will do anything to protect them, no matter if he has to sacrifice himself or if they don't do the same for him...

The conversation changed and I became the target of all his questions, he was asking all the things he could about me and intently listening to my answers, full of curiosity as I told him the stories of the things I did before I came here, and some others, laughing cutely at the old tales of the funny adventures I had while I was younger...

The time passed and things ended with both sitting on the floor, laughing and having fun, he was still blushing shyly every time I looked him into his eyes or when I said an innocent compliment to my lil' boy, a pretty sign that I find just too cute, as cute as those nervous attempts to avoid my sight, like lowering his head to hide that adorable little red face or playing nervously with his tail tip between his fingers, and when he was trying to hide with his hands that cute sudden and unexpected bulge forming in his pants....

Ahh... But those good things are not meant to last forever, and our enjoyable conversation ended with the calls of the people of the orphanage looking for him, worried for his tardiness, my boy just jumped up, answering to the call, and we said good bye by shaking our hands and with the promise to chat again sometime... And while he was leaving, he looked back at me with those lovely eyes.... A bit sad again, waving his hand to me as he run out.

Mmm... After that long chat, I understood what a wonderful special boy Drait was, and I found the source of his sadness, I saw the burdens he had, and the kid he was forced to hide, I could see the unexpected attraction he felt for me and how much love he needed...

And that day... I decided to help him out with everything in his head... To give him the rest he needed from his burdens and to let him feel the protection and care he deserves, in my warm tight embrace....

For the next couple months, our meetings were more regular, he always came to say hello after school, so excited to share those new things that he had learned, and right after his duties, asking me if there's something in he could help; or when he had some troubles about a lesson or his homework, in something I gladly offered my help. And all this times, I've always managed to make him blush, to make him smile happily, something I greatly enjoyed.

And it's in one of those occasions, when we were alone painting one of the rooms, that I took the chance to make my first move, I gave to my boy a special little present, a modest mp3 player with lots of his favorite songs, and with some others that I knew he would like, modified for my purpose of course, and two new files I made myself, special for him...

He was so happy with the little present that he didn't wait too much for use it. And after a tight thanking hug he put on the headphones and hit "play", he sat down on the floor listening to the songs, waving his head and tail happily with his eyes closed, guided by the rhythm of the drums and beats that fills his ears and made him feel strangely calmed.... relaxed..... sleepy...

By the time when the first three songs had past, he was completely under the spell, breathing deeply and slowly, leaning against the wall while he was listening to the first special file I made for him, listening intently to the words and instructions that I hid behind the sounds... The special trigger words that he will follow even if he could not really remember them... Telling him what to do... What to feel and why, modeling the attraction he felt for me and using it to guide his thoughts...

To guide His arousal... Displayed perfectly by the cute bulge in his pants, by the unconsciously slipping tip of his tongue... And those sweet slightly moans he did every time his hard on jumped against the fabric of his pants... Against the palm of my hand, caressing gentle enough at his bulge and belly, at his chest and legs, to help him remember how my touch feels, He was caught in a nice dream that he must repeat every night as commanded, but for those times by listening to the second special file...

He woke up slowly as instructed at the end of the long file, I could see in his face the calm and content relaxation induced by the mid trance, his eyes were slowly opening, looking at me with a cute dopey smile that adorns his sleepy face, just a lovely sign that made me chuckle and pet his head.

I caressed his hair and asked my boy for some help with the painting, He simply nods slowly and holds my hand to stand up, fully awake in an instant, acting as always as he took the paintbrush and paints the wall next to me, not remembering or suspecting anything of what happened... it worked perfectly, which meant, all that I needed to do... Was wait...

That night, my drake boy was laying down on his lower bunk getting ready to sleep, just like all the other kids, but for him, that night was different, he was under his blankets secretly wearing the headphones of the mp3 I gave him, listening to the songs of a pre-selected list that he "feels" the need to hear.

As he was listening to the songs, he was unable to resist the sudden tiredness that had enveloped him, guiding him slowly into a peaceful deep dream, where he felt his body falling slowly, just as if he was sinking into a warm spring pool, massaging his naked body, washing away from the tingling head all his worries, feats and thoughts... simple following those words that he losses as fast as they enters his ears, but that his mind caught and transform into desires, feelings, and needs....

Buried into his sweet dreams, my boy could feel something like warm furry hands... Caressing the corners of his naked scales, and as a small spark his panic appeared and forced my boy to try and stop them... but there was something different in those strong big hands....

They were reaching the deepest parts of himself with every touch, almost reaching his soul, making his body uncontrollably shiver with every incessant manipulation and gentle strokes, taking away little by little his will to stop them, those fingertips were running with an entrancing skill on those inner places where no one had touched but himself... and at the end.... all he could do was whimper, as his body took control and pushed his hips up at its own will, hard against those strong hands.. Wanting more.

Deep in his arousing dream, those hands took form... and owner... Those big furry hands were covered in a bright white coat.... So warm, with a strong and yet gentle touch just like.... His heart skipped a beat at his realization....

"They are his hands..." (Your Daddy's hands)

"The hands of John... My Friend...." (Your Daddy John's hands)

"No?.. Not friend?..." (Daddy John...)

"My... Daddy?.... Daddy Jhon?...." (Yes your beloved Daddy Jhon)

"B... But..." (you must obey... Your Daddy Jhon)

"Mmmm.... Yes... My... Daddy John.... But..." (Your beloved Daddy John)

"My... Beloved.... Daddy John??? I..." (You must believe what I say... Your beloved Daddy John)

"I must... My beloved Daddy John... Yes..." (Feels good to be with Daddy John).

"Yes... Feels good..." (Daddy John makes you feel so relaxed and happy)

"Yes... So relaxed... So happy...." (Daddy makes you feel good and aroused)

"So good and.... A... Aroused? No... I... I..." (You must obey; you are aroused for Daddy John)

I... I'm aroused for Daddy John... Ohhhh.... Good.... (So aroused, feels so good to let Daddy John touch you)

Mmmm. So... Aroused... So good.... Let... His touch.... Mmm Yes... (You must obey... You love Daddy's touch on your naked body)

Yes... Must... I... Love... Touch... Good... Naked... Yes... (You are unable to resist it; You love Daddy's touch just too much)

No... Resist... Daddy.... I.... Loves... Too much.... Touch.... Yes... (You will do anything to feel his touch... You will obey him like a good boy)

Yes... Anything... I.... Obey.... I... Good boy... Mmmm..... (So good to be Daddy's good little boy)

Mmmm.... Me.... Good.... His... Good little... Boy... Mmmm....

My boy was at the verge to faint from pleasure, But the hold of my strong hands over his body just didn't let him go, they brought him back with their tender embrace, with the Dominium over every single scale that shivers at their phase.... And specially, with those so good torturing strokes over his sensitive shaft, throbbing harder in their possessive grasp.

All he could do was to be there, accepting anything I said.... in that alluring dream without any hope to escape, and yet enjoying it against his will, prisoner of the pleasure of his own body, just listening to the commanding words filling his ears, words that His mind repeated over and over in an entrancing mantra that his body obeyed perfectly, responding in the way I wanted, just as I ordered... Loosing all concept of time and place, just turning off his mind for me... Accepting... Submitting... Obeying...

The next morning, my boy woke up before all the other kids, still wearing the headphones from the night before, with the strange sensation of an intense pleasure fading away, leaving in his mind the weird feeling of emptiness as the memory of his last dream had gone... and in his body, with strange and constant shivers running all over his back, and over his wet groin...

Confused, my boy hid the headphones and stood up, trying to carry away his day as usual... trying to ignore that insisting itch in his groin slit, and right in the base of his tail, not even daring to touch down there while he was in the shower... Not only for the fear of what would happen, but also for the inner need to wait... To wait and feel again the intense pleasure he felt last night.... Something he knew, for some reason.... That it would happen again... And again.

For the next month, the things were almost like usual, with my cute little boy around giving me the accustomed help, or having some fun with our long talks between his school, duties and homework, but I could notice with every past day, that he was getting more tired, mentally weakened.

He was falling more easily into the deep trances that I triggered using the special words in his head, with his eyes half closed, showing a lovely dumb smile, unable to resist the need to accept and obey every trigger that I tested, getting in and out of his sweet trance at my will... more Excited and needy each time to be with his Daddy John....

Finally... My boy was ready for his last surprise... Something that Roger kindly helped me to get and prepare for the past months.... And I bet you could figure it out what it is... Don't you?.... I was waiting for that day for a long time, the special moment I was settling with care for me and Drait, it was the day i received the papers for his adoption, when he becomes my lil' boy, and I officially become his Daddy Bear.

It was Roger's brilliant idea from all those times he watched us share things together, that how happy my boy was when he was around me... That we were like a father and son.... An Idea I couldn't agree more with... And with Roger's help... And some from my "old friends".... I was able to finally adopt him, to finally take him to his new home...

Yesterday, We made a little party in the orphanage, we all had many things to celebrate, and things were going well, the orphanage was growing faster, thanks to the hard work and the regular donations that we could get from the government... a Benedict of the closer friends from my old job... So it was getting a better place to live for all the little kids... Something that Roger and Me feel happy for, but specially, was the party to celebrate and give the surprise to my lil' Drait boy.

I could tell so many things about the party, but what my mind remembers with more fondly, is how happy my lil' Drait was when we all gave him his surprise, that bright smile in his cute face, and the big happiness that he could not hold and he expressed in the most tight and lovingly hug that I ever felt; it was a day full of games, playful boys and happiness, and at the end of the party, with those lil' farewells and the promises of never ending brotherhood.

Now In the car, my tired boy was sitting next to me, resting his head on my chest as I drove home, still wearing that happy bright smile in his relaxed face that made me smile and hug him the whole way home. In our house, I showed the whole place to my now excited boy, and of course, the room I had prepared for him.

It had just the furniture that he would need, just like a blank canvas waiting for my boy to paint it the way he liked, and in the middle of the room, a big soft bed that my boy couldn't wait to use for the first time, jumping on it, moving his hands and legs just like a kid does to make a snow angel, enjoying a lot his new soft bed... He stood up and hugged me tightly again, nuzzling my chest, just looking at me with those wonderful eyes that made me smile and lick his snout tenderly, and I invited my now blushing boy downstairs to find something to eat and drink.

The rest of the afternoon, we watched movies on the big sofa in front of the TV, resting from all the excitement we had from the day, my boy sitting between my open legs, resting his head over my chest, eating popcorn as I hugged him, caressing and tickling his belly In time to time.... Making my boy giggle cutely...

The Feeling of Drait that close against my chest, made it hard for me to resist the temptation... And I decided to give him the last present I had for him, I asked my boy to bring a gift box that I hid in a drawer of the bookshelf, excited, he jumped up and ran towards the bookshelf, finding the present box and bringing it back to the couch, sitting again between my legs as he carefully opened it, and Inside he found the goggles...

He took the goggles and curiously looked at them, asking me what are they for. I explained that those goggles were designed to be like a small TV screen, perfect to play all the video games he'll have, he smile brightly and hugs me hard, thanking me for the cool present, and i took the goggles and put them on over his eyes so he could try them, and I turned them on...

My boy was fascinated by the colorful show in front of his eyes, telling me how bright there were, so entrancing... The colors where moving over and over, one behind the other to the center of the screen, and little by little, my boy just stopped talking, looking carefully at the center of the lights as he was slowly laying back over my chest again... comfy and breathing slowly.

Moving my muzzle closer to his head, I whispered the triggers that submerged my boy back into his cotton trance again, this time, a bit deeper thanks to the pretty lights, bringing back the lustfully dream that he had has for the last weeks... but this time, for real...

I moved my hands down between his legs, caressing his thighs as I nuzzled his neck, he was panting so hard, shivering strongly when I spread his legs to unzip his pants, I moved my hand under the elastic of his briefs, teasing his lovely slit, feeling the tip of his shaft coming out as I ran a fingertip up and down over the contour of his slit....

I stopped for a second, ordering my boy to stand up, and easily removing every piece of cloth that he was wearing very slowly, leaving his body completely exposed to me, I guided my boy by pulling gentle at his waist to help him sat back between my legs, resuming his shivers by the feeling of my hands running all over his fascinating scales, specially between his legs... Caressing his growing member that slowly emerged from his slit, and down there with my other hand teasing with my fingers that soft pink rosebud.

I could feel my boy trembling in my erotic embrace, moaning slightly, moving his head side to side slowly, using all the will he could possible have to hold the last pieces of his mind, something that made me smile, I move closer to his head and whisper another of his special trigger words... A trigger That made my boy moan and start to think out loud his troubled thoughts...

-- I.... I can't close my eyes... but even if I could, I... I cannot disobey him, I don't know why... I... can feel his hot breath on my head.... and on my neck, his bites... Are gentle and tenderly, making me fear it and yet, mmm... feel needy... For more and more...Half way in any direction, in the middle of everything, my hands are on my sides, unable to move, and my legs... Spreading for his hands.... Mmmm my boner..... Jumping hard against his palm... Ohh.... I'm unable to do anything but just what he said, oh god... is like having a leash in every part of my body, just like a marionette.

-- And those strings are connected to his fingers, and my head connected to his voice.... that strong voice I cannot stop listening, that my body will not stop to obey, those fingers are making me shiver when the scratches those pleasurable places I never conceived before.... Oh Mmm, this feels just too good, I cannot longer resist it.... ohhh... There again... So strong... I cannot longer hold my thoughts, there are slipping from my head, (you have no thoughts anymore) I.... I have no thoughts anymore, I don't know anything anymore... Nothing But my Daddy's fingers... My Daddy's voice.... My daddy's musk Mmmm...

"Yes sir, I'm bending over for you, please Let me feel your hot tongue again...."

-- I just don't care, all I want is to end this, to get to the very end even if I know that I will lose myself, (end and obey me) yes... End and obey you.... but no matter... I know Daddy will catch me there, deep down there with those wonderful hands... His strong bear hands... And all I have to do is to obey him... Just like my body already does...

-- I am so helpless now... (feels so good to be helpless) and that feels so good, it feels right... because I'm not alone, because Daddy will hold me and tell me what to do, (do not think anymore... Just too good) I don't need to think anymore... That's good, I think so... I don't know... I....... Mmmmm no, that touch again....... Yes... It's good to not think at all.. Yes... To simple obey my Daddy....

-- Yes master, I'm... I'm on my knees now, please I need your scent on me, let me smell like master...

-- Now I'm stroking very slowly, I don't know why, I think I'm doing it, because he told me to do it, I am not sure but I'm just doing it, (stroke faster my boy... You want to Do it for master) oh good... I want to do it, faster, I want to end this endless torture while I can... (stroke but hold for master) But... I.. I know I can't... Because.. It's.. Its not my decision... I... Must hold for master.... (master owns your body now, you must hold for master) Its not my body anymore? No.. This is my body....... Mmmmm nooo, Not there... ohhhhh........ yes master... It's not my body... Daddy owns my body now...

-- I don't know how long I've been here; all I know now is that it feels like... Forever, in this half state, between worlds, getting into any possible position that he wants me to be... In ways I could not even imagine, feeling those wonderful hands all over my body, and his hot tongue running slowly in my most private places that now want more....

-- Yes sir I'm on all four, please shove up those thick fingers back inside...

-- Mmm those spots... So good.... I'm completely aroused For him, learning something new in every position, with every touch and every words he says, my body is unable to escape, (you don't want to scape) I think I don't want to escape... Mmmm... I don't??? what?... Ohhh Yes... I don't want it... I want to be here... He wants me to stroke faster and I must... I need to end it so badly, and the only way is to accept... To submit.... to obey my Daddy....

--My body has simply dominated me, it's controlling my head, and he controls my body... I just can't stop feeling good, I cant stop that growing need to feel this over and over again, to sniff harder at those big fingers full of master's musk, pressing harder against my snout... To feel this strong tingle deep inside me, just with his tongue, or feel it coming out with those thick fingers as he pulls them out from my rosebud, to feel it back again stronger in my spread rump with his big shaft thrusting deep inside, over and over, making me moan and moan for master, even making me beg for more.... Deeper, stronger... Faster...

I know now, I'm his... My body and mind... I cannot longer resist it, I cannot longer deny the truth, I am his, his to do anything he wants me to do, his to be anything he wants me to be, and I know now if I try to resist at some point... no matter what I will submit, I will accept, I will obey.

-- Yes sir I'm over your lap, please let me lick your tongue as I sits on your shaft...

Yes I know, I must always stroke for him now, yes sir.... It feels so good because I'm obeying Daddy, I know this cock... This rump... Are his, completely his, just like my body... Just like my mind... His to play with... Oh yes master... I'm spreading my legs for you.... You are my master and I will obey everything you say, I will do anything for you, I'm yours to command... Yes master, I'm holding my legs up for you, please sir use my arse to please you... Feed my rose with your seed... Yes sir... I'm spreading my rose again with my fingers for master, I will obey... Yes my rose exists to please master and take his tongue, fingers and shaft whenever Daddy wants... I will do anything you tell me to do, all for my beloved master...

Yes I don't need to think anymore... All I need to do is accept, submit and obey... Yes master, please I need to obey you... Please... Master, My mind is yours for anything you like, all yours to play and shape in anyway you want, just please, let me cum for you... Master... Please, let me offer you my cum please... Even if I know that cumming means loosing my mind and freedom, I just Simply don't care... I can't care I just need it... I need to submit to this wonderful servitude... Of this aroused enslavement to my master, To fulfill my duty and submission with my cum... That I know I will shot out over and over in the name of my master...

Listening to his thoughts put my senses so high, unable to resist that animalistic arousal that was running through my veins, this growing need to make him mine completely, to mark every corner of his sweet body with my strong scent and my saliva, to taste him, to play with his mind and body as you cloud play with your favorite toy, to even break it with love... And use him like a lovely doll in any position I could imagine, testing every single hole in his body, with my tongue, or my fingers or my shaft...

It was an alluring dream where or tongues danced endlessly as I filled my boy with my seed over and over again, and waiting there... deep inside his now bloomed rose to regain my strength and start my hard thrusts again, shooting those thick sticky gloves that I've been saving in my big balls for so long by now... Until the euphoria ended with a strong united moan as we both came together in our tight embrace...

So here we are... Just as we started... Sitting here on the big couch, my Drait boy with a cute big dumb smile, sleeping calmly next to me... But now, the moonlight has been replaced by the bright dawn in the sky from the new born day, and my old wooden pipe is empty, his gorgeous shaft still wet and erect, patiently waiting for his dumb head to wake up, to finally earn my permission to release the need he has been obediently holding for the whole night,.. Mmmm this will be the perfect start for the new day in our new lives.... For all the new things we will do together.... Him... my good obedient son... And for me... His beloved Daddy John....