victor couldn't shake the feeling that there was a presence in that room. he didn't know if it was a ghost, or a demon, or some other thing, but it was something beyond him, something he had to show his respect to.

he didn't actually believe in anything like that, of course. but it had become its own comforting little ritual for him, lighting the candles, murmuring something to himself, some sort of improvised prayer. he couldn't refuse such a thing just because whatever mysterious being he was detecting wasn't real. he had to do it.

it wasn't much of a sacrifice, anyway. the room was just an old storage space. it was probably a good thing for him to keep returning to it, to clean off dust and reconsider whether certain items were even worth keeping anymore. the act of cleaning it was another service to whatever it was that he felt in there, and it was relaxing and rewarding in a way that no other chore had been for him. the sensation of completing a task dedicated to that being, of pleasing it, sent shivers down his spine. as if it was giving him those tingly feelings as a reward.

it had been a few weeks of service to this being, when, as he admired the room in the soft candlelight, he realized there was nothing in particular left to clean. what would he do to show his dedication now? what would he say? what did this being really want? though he continued to sit there on the rug, almost entirely still, breathing slowly and deeply, his heart pounded.

it wasn't out of a fear of punishment. none of it had been. he didn't get the sense that it would inflict a curse on him if he didn't do enough for it. what was it? what was this growing nervousness, this desperation, this sense that he had to do something, that he had to offer something?

without thinking, he kneeled down, on all fours. "i..." his voice was a murmur. "i am eager to serve." it was a phrase he had said before, one that he often found himself saying, one that tended to ease his tension and relax his mind. it felt a bit different this time.

he continued, the words flowing more naturally the more he spoke, his tone becoming gradually more even. "i entrust myself to you. my mind. my body. i am entirely yours." it was strange, how normal it felt to say that sort of thing. though it escaped his lips so easily, almost thoughtlessly, it felt binding, like a promise. "every time i am in this room, for as long as i am in this room, i am yours. whatever you wish from me, please, make it known. i will do it."

he waited, becoming aware of his vulnerability. as if there was some sort of boundary that he had initially had, some sort of defense, that had now been dissolved. as if he was letting something in. he felt sensitive, aware of the clothes on his own skin, of the slight heat from the candles, of the soft carpet underneath him.

and then he was struck with an unmistakable sensation, so vivid and real that it made him gasp - stimulation of his chest, the same sort of feeling he would get from someone rubbing or pinching his nipples in just the right way. nothing was touching him except for his own shirt, but the same pleasure was still there, pulsing through him.

his breathing was heavy, and he couldn't help but squirm slightly even as he tried to remain still, as he thought that it wanted him to stay still. he was... offering himself to it, after all. but even when he squirmed, the feeling didn't waver or change in the slightest. there were no hands to try to pull away, no escape. this wasn't a physical entity that could be physically resisted.

the thought only cemented those feelings of vulnerability and helplessness. he could feel himself getting wet, his tdick already throbbing in his pants from the constant stimulation.

it slowed and stopped, giving him a break, though a part of him had already missed it. after a few moments, he realized that it had moved somewhere else.

genuine moans escaped his mouth, as something slowly began pushing inside him, stretching him out. it didn't matter that he was fully dressed, that he was wearing pants and underwear. it was inside of him, and his body felt exactly the same way it would if any real person penetrated it - no, it felt better. it wasn't even touching his tdick, or doing anything other than penetrating, and yet every movement was so sensitive, just feeling it so deep inside of him was all he needed.

between his gasps, pants, and moans, he couldn't help but speak to it. "th... thank you," he whispered, knowing he should acknowledge the honor and privilege of being touched by it like this. even if it was confusing, and overwhelming, and he didn't understand how this was possible, even if he had no control over it, no way to stop it - only positive things came out of him. praise, gratitude, dedication, devotion, affirmation that he belonged to it. it only felt better the more he said those things, the more he gave in. the more he believed it.

it throbbed and twitched inside of him, sliding in and out. it was so deep, perhaps deeper than anything could realistically go, and so big. it seemed as if it had real mass, as if he could feel the shape of it, the curve, the way it pushed in exactly the right spot.

if that wasn't enough, the chest stimulation returned, as it continued pumping into him. he could no longer speak, the noises becoming completely unintelligible, until he stopped trying at all. he had said enough, anyway. there was no doubt what he was doing, what he was giving up, who he belonged to. there was nothing left but to feel it, to truly understand how deep and irresistible the promises he made were.

it was faster now, more intense, almost slamming into him, as deep as it could go. it was going to cum inside of him. even knowing that it obviously couldn't get him pregnant, he understood that on some level, metaphysical or spiritual, this was equally as risky. but it was too late for him to think about that or say anything - it was already pumping something deep inside of him, a lot of it, so much that it felt as if his body was expanding, as if there was a bulge in his stomach. his body squeezed and contracted around it, his hips twitching involuntarily as he came, his thoughts completely stopping as the orgasm rippled through him.

he collapsed on the floor, feeling it pull out and his body mostly returning to normal, aside from the sensation of fullness deep inside of him. the wetness leaking out of him and into his underwear felt like someone else's cum.

"thank you," he panted, "for letting me serve you."