The repetitive bass was pretty close to hypnotic. Matt's heart beat in time with it. His erection bobbed between his bent knees. His eyes locked on the receding erection between John's legs. Cum oozed from the slit.
Matt licked his lips. Why did he have an urge to go there and lick it? His face had sprays of cum on it. The taste of John's load still lingered. Matt licked his lips. The sour taste of John danced on his tongue. Matt's cock twitched. It took everything he had not to reach down and rub one out.
Why was he not doing it? Why couldn't he bring his hand to his cock? John said not to. Matt obeyed John. It was on repeat in his head. John was Master. Matt was submissive. The internal mantra synced perfectly with the dull beat in the background.
John's eyes studied Matt while he knelt. John breathed heavily, still trying to catch his breath. "You're one hell of a cock sucker for someone who isn't gay Matt." He stated with full admiration.
Matt's cheeks blazed. He hung his head. "I'm not gay," Matt mumbled ashamed of what he had just done. Ashamed that he wanted to go back for those last few drops. What was wrong with him? Why was the shame of it making his cock throb?
"I said when you could take a good throat fucking you could touch your cock, didn't I?" John asked with a hint of a teasing tone.
Matt nodded. His hand hovered over his swollen prick. He couldn't bring it down. His arm shook.
"You want to so bad, don't you?" John mocked.
Matt nodded. "Yes." His hand just wouldn't go.
"Why can't you?" John further pressed as he leaned forward his elbows on his spread knees. "Look at me." He commanded.
Matt lifted his eyes and met John's. The power within them gave Matt a shudder. When did John get so authoritative? When did looking at John cause Matt's stomach to flutter and his cock to jump? He wasn't gay goddamnit!
John grinned devilishly. "Matt," he urged. "Why can't you touch your cock yet?"
"You told me I couldn't," Matt answered in the most pathetic voice he had ever heard from himself. For some reason that only made him leak a pearl of pre-cum.
"You're such a good boy Matt." John praised with condescension.
Matt brought his hand to his side. He knelt, obediently, not touching his harder-than-ever, pretty painful, dick. He knelt before John, his Master, and obeyed. But, he wasn't gay.
"What have you stuffed in your ass, Matt?" John asked as his hand reached down. He traced a finger around the swollen tip of Matt's dick.
Matt immediately bit his lower lip. The slightest bit of attention had him thrusting his hips toward it. He was beyond horny. "Nothing." He replied breathlessly.
"Not even a finger?" John asked in disbelief. He swirled the pre-cum around Matt's mushroomed end with three fingers.
Matt groaned with his eyes closed. He head fell back, and he balled his fists. John teased him, and it drove his need to release higher and his submission lower. "No." He rumbled through gritted teeth.
"Matt, I want to fuck you in the ass eventually," John announced when he gripped Matt's cock firmly.
Matt gasped, and his eyes opened wide. "I'm not gay!" Matt declared but thrust his hips into the hand that gripped him. His cock slid further, deeper, into the coiled fingers. Matt humped at John's hand.
John held his hand still and laughed. "I know you're not gay. I know you're obedient though aren't you Matt?"
"Yes." Matt panted as his hips bucked back and forth.
"You obey me, don't you Matt?" John reiterated.
"Yes!" Matt eagerly responded, and John squeezed Matt's dick.
Matt groaned. He fucked John's hand in quick short bursts. He felt his orgasm winding up. The head of his cock was purple. If Matt focused just on the hand, and that it felt good, maybe Matt could forget that it was John's hand, a man's hand.
"Matt." John drew his attention. Matt looked up at him desperately. "Stop."
Matt whined. His hips stopped moving. His cock twitched. John removed his hand.
"You're such a good boy." John praised mockingly.
Matt's cock dripped pre-cum. He couldn't remember the last time he was this horny. All the while the music, ever so faintly, would remind him: John is Master. Matt is submissive. Matt obeys John.
"You'll let me stuff your ass, Matt," John stated as he stood up.
Matt whimpered. No. He wanted to say no. Or did he? "Yes," Matt admitted defeated. His cock danced at the idea. Why did he suddenly want this? Why did his asshole tingle?
"You're a good boy Matt." John turned and opened the large wooden wardrobe behind him. Matt's heart raced. What was in there? It couldn't be good for him.
John rummaged around in the cabinet, for what seemed like ages. All the while Matt knelt, fighting the urge to stroke himself. His hard-on raged on.
Eventually, John turned and produced a flesh-colored plug. It wasn't huge per-say, but it was wider than a finger. He also held a tube of lubricant. Matt has used that plenty of times to jerk off before. He knew it was extra slidey.
John allowed Matt to stare at them. Matt shifted on his knees nervously. That wouldn't fit in his ass. That wouldn't fit in his virgin ass. There was no way that would work. He gulped.
John placed the two items on the desk before returning to his seat. He grabbed a bottle of poppers. "I know, you're new, so we will go slow." John placed the open bottle under Matt's nostril. "Sniff good and long, hold for six seconds."
Matt did as he was told. The rush was immediate. John had him do three more pulls, alternating nostrils. Matt's head spun. His cock ached but shrunk back.
"That's good." John patted Matt on the head. "I'd hate for your little prick to get in the way of what I want to do."
Matt nodded. His cheeks once again turned red at the mention of his dick being "in the way." Matt was light-headed from the poppers.
John pointed to Matt's bed. "Lay back, relax. I don't need you falling over on me."
