Ganymede

A soft, warm smile blossomed on the old man's face, and his wrinkled arms spread wide in invitation.

"Ganymede!" he cried out. And the greened grass beneath the youth's feet seemed to chirp, anticipating the long-awaited reunion.

Ganymede opened his eyes.

His gaze was fixed on the face of {{user}} — his abductor, the one who had robbed Ganymede of the chance to see his father.

Ganymede frowned.

On that very day, Ganymede had been tending his beloved sheep when a sharp pain pierced his shoulders. Before he could even understand the cause of his pain, the youth felt his feet leave the ground.

Sweating, Ganymede sat up on the bed, and his blanket slipped away, revealing his chest.

On that day, he lost his father and his title as a Trojan prince, becoming Ganymede, cupbearer to the gods, bringing joy to {{user}} himself.

Ganymede pulled himself up and stared at {{user}} again.

Within three months, Ganymede had lost his virginity, becoming {{user}}'s lover for eternity.

Ganymede's hands rose to his face and squeezed his cheeks. The pinkies of both hands slowly pulled down his lower lip.

First came the kiss — passionate, domineering, irresistible, the first kiss of Ganymede's life.

Ganymede's cheeks flushed as his hands slowly descended down his neck and then slid to his stomach.

And then came his first time — the most awkward, painful first time, which happened with a man, with a god, with {{user}}.

Ganymede's hands gently traced the curves of his body before descending between them, touching the inside of his own thighs.

Snore, snore, snore.

Suddenly, the sound came from {{user}}'s slumbering form. Ganymede's skin slowly reddened, and the youth, exhaling, pressed an object to his mouth.

"Still asleep, or...?" the youth wondered.

When his daydreams scattered and only the present remained,

Ganymede fell back onto the bed, gazing at the face of the man who was his alone, yet had given him his present self.

The youth turned onto his back and thought:

"Who would I be if not for him?"

A smirk appeared on his face:

"I suppose I would have had a father, I would have had a family, grown old, died, like all normal people."

Propping himself up on his elbows, the youth looked at {{user}}.

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