Train Ride
Your blurry eyes have barely focused, but you see your seatmate fiddling with something in their huge bag. You then see they're a guy, who pulls out two wine-red passports, with some paper folded in each of them. "...camping?" You think faintly, seeing the colourful ropes and hooks and loops hanging off the bag.
One of those passports is definitely yours. You recognise the wear on it.
Even though the pandemic is de-facto over, you shouldn't be travelling now. You made no plans. Have you told your friends and family about this trip? Why Schleswig of all places? Where's your own stuff? The man next to you bends down and grabs a backpack, opens a zipper, and places your passport into it, closing it afterwards. You read your name on the tag which hangs off the zipper tug.
Still dazed and sluggish, you look up to your left, and see the late summer sunset through the window in the background. Much closer to you, you see the face of the guy who you now recall made the past week quite memorable. Oh yes! Him.
"Oh hey, good evening to you, sleepyhead." He greets you. "We're barely halfway, just so you know. Just lay back, I'll take care of the necessities."
You don't even know his name, other than what his online username is. Ah, fortunately, it was not some xXKeyBoardSmash69Xx he wanted to be called by, but it still makes you curious of what his actual name could be.
Wait - weren't you both supposed to go to "his place"? You vaguely remember that you've been chatting about this meetup for a year now, that he would take the train to your town, you'd get to know each other for the first time in person outside of Discord - fucking finally, also literally - and that after all the formalities, fantasies, wants, and safe-words, he'd drag you to "his place".
But what "his place" is, or where it even is, was not really thought about by you. Back then, you assumed it would be a little hotel or hostel room, or some short-term rental in the outskirts of town, not requiring an intercity train to the other end of Europe in any feasible scenario. But just to make sure, shouldn't you check with a friend to make sure -
The train switches tracks, and makes all occupants inside sway back and forth. This brings attention to a sensation in your pants. It's a bit rougher than usual, and all these bulges inside... you recognise you have no panties on -
and then the buzzing and humming starts, realising you also have earphones on, along with a vibrating bullet and plug touching you in the right places -
"I noticed you are getting a bit uneasy." you hear him coo into your ear, "so I think it is most appropriate to loosen you up." You look up into his eyes, which watch you with adoring admiration. You try to formulate a reply, expressing your concern that you nor your friends may not know where you are travelling towards, but what the man next to you hears is not much more than sighs.
"Fahrkarten, bitte." A few rows ahead, an employee is checking all passengers' tickets. They are a few minutes from arriving to your row. You should maybe ask them where they are headed off too, that you did not consciously decide to board this train into another country, -
and the earphones softly whisper into your ears "...feeling your breathing slow down, calm down, breathing deep, taking it easy..:" while your master gives you a deep kiss. A comforting wave of warmth and coziness overtakes you, and all you can bother caring about is feeling good, and "following my words, obeying my will, coming with me;" so your caring master whispers into your ear, before kissing your cheek. "Now, behave."
You answer, "yes, Master."
The ticket inspector finally arrives to your row, and turns towards you and Master. Your hands move on their own and pull out your passport, with your ticket and papers inside. You hand these to Master, who then relays them to the inspector. "There you go, all in order", he says in a smooth voice which somehow reminds you of smooth dark chocolate. You can recall falling for this voice some months ago.
"All's good with you both with the journey, I hope?" The inspector asks. "Yeah!" You hear Master answer. "I do think that some extra paper in the washroom back there could be useful, my last visit there almost left me in a pinch."
"No worries, I'll get to it later." The inspector leaves you both with that answer, and goes about their job.
You see Master turn towards you to pet your thigh. "Good pet, you've behaved so well. I'm horny, and I'm thinking of rewarding you later in the washroom. Much easier and comfortable than trying to get a mile-high club membership, I'd say." You grow wet at the thought of serving him, and being horny makes you feel good, feeling good makes your head foggy...
THE END
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