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Collected by Djian
Matt's story
by Carrie
Part 1
Matt
Matt hurt...he wasn't sure if his eyes were open or not, every part of him hurt from every single one of his toenails to the roots of his hair on his skull. Slices of light flashed behind his eyelids and that told him he had his eyes closed. But when he tried to open his eyes, he couldn't move them and slowly he started feeling the tightness of something around his head. Completely around his head, above his ears, and on his forehead, over his eyes. He tried to move, and something sharp, like a machete hit the top of his head. He expected to die now, thinking the machete had completely split his skull. But after some time the pain receded and his consciousness returned, and at the same time, he could hear the faint whisperings of .... who was it? people, yeah.....it sounded like men, but one of the voices was higher, almost like a woman but not quite.
'When the fuck is he gonna wake up?' the high voice said, 'how much shit did you give him.'
The deep, raspy voice laughed a little, and Matt thought he recognized the voice. 'Well, shit I had to put him all the way out, he was fighting me like a motherfucker.' The voice started laughing again.
The high voice was a little whiny now, 'the boys will be here in 5 minutes and we haven't even had a chance to fuck him ourselves yet, you know how I hate to fuck in line.'
Matt heard something clatter to the floor, like books or magazines, some thuds and flutterings, rustling like paper. All of a sudden, his stomach clenched and he was afraid and so he steeled himself not to make even the tiniest movement. He could feel his body betray him though as he felt the sweat begin to escape from his pores. 'jesus mary joseph.....' Matt's brain was trying to shrink his whole being, his body, mind and spirit as if somehow he could escape from where he was, wherever the fuck he was.
The deep, raspy voice was suddenly next to Matt's ear, 'Let's see if maybe Matt is awake now.'
The high voice shrieked, 'oh my god, is he really faking?'
Matt felt hands upon him and a blinding bright light, his head splitting once again. he was lifted and laid heavily, almost thrown onto a table. Before he could react enough to struggle, all the hands had split his legs wide open. He slowly began to remember that in a situation like this, which he had never been in, he was supposed to fight this kind of treatment. He knew he was in trouble and so began to struggle although he felt like his body parts weren't obeying just quite yet. The room kept spinning around and around so it was equally hard for him to focus on anything to keep his balance. A huge head loomed in front of his eyes. Equally huge lips started moving.
'Matt, are you okay?' The deep, raspy voice - Matt's ears registered. Movement around the zipper of his pants and right after that he felt a wonderful warmth envelope his cock. The warmth grew tighter and tighter, and he felt stroking on his cock, and just as Matt was about to give into the warmth, his cock growing hard inside the moist heat, he let his eyes roll back and then felt the sharp and painful sting of a slap against his face.
The head that belonged to the deep, raspy voice was in front of him again.
'Uh, uh, uh,….no, baby, you can't go to sleep again. You have to be awake through all of this.' A hand that belonged to the deep, raspy voice grabbed his face and held Matt still. The other hand came up behind Matt's head and held him still. The heat around Matt's cock remained and the stroking continued, something lifting his balls and caressing them. 'god that feels so good.'
'Doesn't it though?' the deep, raspy voice said.
Matt didn't really know he had spoken out loud until he heard the deep, raspy voice in answer. He realized the face of the deep, raspy voice was a little familiar to him. He tried to focus on the face and make his brain remember where he had seen that face before.
'Where am I?' Matt asked the deep, raspy voiced man.
Cold air suddenly hit his cock - Matt drew in a breath and he heard the high, whiny voice.
'Don't tell him, Peter, please don't tell him.' The whiny voice begged Peter.
Matt saw the rage in Peter's eyes and recoiled as much as he could, considering he was tied to some table in the middle of a room somewhere. The hands holding his head dropped and Matt watched as Peter turned to face the high, whiny voice.
'So, now you are telling me what to do?' Peter questioned the high, whiny voice guy.
Peter grabbed the high, whiny voice guy and Matt felt his cock and balls drop slightly as Peter walked holding the high, whiny voice guys body until he pressed it against the wall.
'Didn't I tell you not to ever try to tell me what to do? Haven't I told you time and time again, little slut, that I am the man here? Aren't you my woman?'
The high, whiny voice guy was crying by now.
'Yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.' softly now, and not so whiny.
Matt felt as if he was in a B-grade movie, or someone else's dream. He listened, almost unable to believe that he was on the stage like Peter and the high, whiny voice guy.
'kneel, Kenny, …right now and suck me off or I swear this is the last fucking time you will see me again.' Peter yelled.
Matt watched as Kenny quickly dropped to the floor in front of Peter. He saw Peter's pants drop to below hip level almost and heard the sounds of mouth on cock and slowly his sanity returned and he began to take stock of the grave situation that he was in. His eyes scanned the room, noticing nothing familiar and he couldn't help but return his gaze again on Peter and he saw Peter's hips moving back and forth in a rhythm, saw Peters hands on Kenny's head, running his fingers through the loose, blond curls of Kenny's hair. His inventory forgotten, Matt watched as Peter tightened his hands in Kenny's hair and began grunting, moving his hips harder into Kenny's mouth. When Matt realized he was witnessing Peter's orgasm, he began anew in a struggle to get away, that's all he could think of. 'I've got to get away.' He looked around and saw that only one hand had been tied the whole time and as he wondered why he never defended himself, he worked to free the other.
'What have we here, Kenny?' Peter had his pants in his hands and was stalking to Matt. Behind him, Kenny was still kneeling and licking the cum off his lips, his own cock in his hand.
Peter let his pants go, gently took hold of Matt's untied wrist. Even as Matt fought, he was no match for Peter. Matt was about a foot shorter than Peter, and probably 75 pounds lighter in weight. He bucked and pitched on the table, fighting with all his might and watched as Peter calmly drew his wrist down and refastened the leather binding. Matt wasn't flat on his back, and the table he thought he had been tied to wasn't just a table but one that could be positioned. Right now, he was reclining.
'Kenny, get back over here, weren't you busy a few moments ago?' Peter didn't even glance over his shoulder, knowing Kenny would do as he ordered.
Peter raised his hip and sat next to Matt on the reclining table. One arm he placed against Matt's hip, leaning over him slightly. The other hand he brought up to Matt's face. As Peter touched Matt, Matt once again felt the wet, hot warmth surround his cock. Again, his cock responded and grew in Kenny's mouth.
'Look, I don't know who…..'
Peter brought a finger to Matt's lips.
'Shhh…. You really think you have a voice here baby. You don't. This is a private party and you haven't even been invited. But…..you will be the entertainment.' Peter brought the finger down Matt's chin, his neck until he reached the T-shirt binding. He snagged it and pulled it away from Matt's neck.
Matt was held immobile by the look in Peter's eyes, unable to fight it, his cock strained even further in Kenny's mouth, Matt knew he was close to cumming.
'When I saw you at Gino's, I thought to myself that you would probably be a lot of fun. I watched you with that tall bitch, eating dinner like 2 respectable people when I knew if I could just get you in a quiet room, you would be on your knees in a heartbeat. Who is she, your girlfriend? Or is she your sister? Are you fucking her? Is she fucking you? Should we have brought her along?' Peter watched as Matt began to struggle again at the mention of the woman he had dinner with at Gino's 2 weeks ago. Peter's cock was getting hard again. He knew it would be like this with this new bitch he found. He continued.
'I got hard. Does that excite you? To hear that another man got hard for you? For your cock? For your asscunt? For your mouth to be on my cock, sucking me off like I know you want to.? You are such a cute little bitch, baby, I want to watch as my cock slides into your asscunt.' Peter continued to seduce Matt, and as he talked he began cutting at the t-shirt Matt was wearing with the scissors he had hidden. Matt was spellbound, his breathing increased and all of a sudden, he shuddered and his cock spewed loads of cum, more than he thought possible into Kenny's mouth. Matt's hips lifted off the table and for just a couple of seconds, Kenny was gagging on the cock in his mouth.
Peter continued to cut at the clothes Matt was wearing, noticing that Kenny sounded like he was swallowing cum, he heard the same sounds when Kenny was swallowing his own cum. His eyes returned to Matt and he watched as Matt's blush stole over him.
'Yes, you’re a good little boy, aren't you?' Peter encouraged Matt, 'you are gonna be my little boy bitch tonight. I know it's gonna hurt like hell, baby. But you will learn to like it just like you liked Kenny deep-throating you, yes?
'Fuck, did you see that? It was just like you said it was gonna be, Peter! His cock grew so big I couldn't believe it, and I swallowed buckets and buckets of his shit!' Kenny was excited. He had taken his own cock out of his pants and was pulling on his dick as he watched Peter cut through this Asian bitches clothes. 'Cripes, Peter….look at him!' Kenny was hard and was wanting to ask for permission to fuck the new bitch but knew he had to wait. Peter was always first.
Matt was in a trance, there was a roaring in his ears, his arms and legs felt tingly and there were bright spots floating around in front of him. His head started to roll.
Peter noticed that Matt was close to fainting and back-handed Matt. The jolt brought him back into the now, water welling in Matt's eyes.
'Ah, my little bitch, don't cry.' Peter cajoled.
'I'm not fucking crying, god dammit!' Matt had no idea he was even going to speak, didn't know where it came from. But, it was done now. He waited for a reaction.
Peter talked himself out of killing Matt right then and there. 'It's his first time.' He reasoned to himself. 'He's gonna do stupid things. Just let him know you're boss.' Peter laid the knife down and encircled Matt's neck with his hand. He began tightening his grip as he brought his mouth closer to Matt's mouth. He began speaking quietly to Matt, their lips almost touching.
'I'm gonna forgive you for that little mistake you just made, my new cuntwhore. I know you're scared. Hell, I would be scared at what we're gonna do to you tonight, but it's ok. Daddy will be here for you the whole time. If you get scared, just call out to me. Call for Daddy Peter.' Peter watched as he closed off the airway to Matt's throat, he watched as color red creeped into Matt's skintone. He continued, 'My pretty bitch, don't you know that you are mine, now? You should be happy. Ask Kenny, ain't you a happy bitch, Kenny?' Peter didn't wait for Kenny's response, he knew that soon Matt would be blacking out and Peter didn't want him to just yet. He lowered his mouth over Matt's and began to kiss him, pushing Matt's mouth open easily. As he brought his tongue into Matt's mouth, he thought to himself, 'this is such a good bitch, a good replacement for Kenny,' he felt his dick harden and he exhaled into Matt's mouth, easing his hold so Matt would draw in his breath. He felt the air being sucked out of his lungs almost as Matt started gasping for his life. Peter let it continue just enough, and he roamed his tongue through Matt's mouth. He found Matt's tongue and stroked it, petted it. He brought his tongue over Matt's teeth, and then started to end the kiss.
Again unable to help himself, Matt came to life and his tongue tried to latch on to the big hard tongue in his mouth. He had never done anything like this in his life and he wondered if they had drugged him into having these feelings. His cock started surging again as he thought of the probability that he was gonna be fucked tonight, and possibly more than once. His asshole tightened at the thought. He felt Peter backing off of him and Matt's head raised up trying to prolong the kiss.
'You fucking bitch,' Kenny couldn't believe this little Asian whore was actually trying to keep the kiss going. Kenny's voice again started to sound high-pitched and whiny. He forgot about his cock and almost made a motion of going towards Matt.
Peter noticed Matt's actions and he was very pleased at his perception, his knowing that Matt was a bitch for him.
Peter ended the kiss, making a display of the fact that he drew Matt's fluids from his mouth and swallowed them. He drew his tongue across Matt's lips a time or 2, noting that Matt stayed very still submitting to him almost uncontrollably.
'Nice bitch, you are a good little boy bitch,' Peter cooed to Matt.
He handed the scissors to Kenny. 'Finish him up, I'm gonna see if the guys are here.' Peter handed the scissors to Kenny and turned and began to walk from the room, shoving his hard cock back into his jeans and zipping himself shut again.
At the doorway, Peter turned and spoke to Kenny.
'Don't hurt my new bitch, Kenny.'