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Hello! This is an old story that I just removed from the Amazon KDP program, so I can now share it. This is the first part of two, and the whole story includes gay and bisexual themes, cucking, straight to gay themes, bondage, BDSM, and more. I’ll be sharing it on other pages soon.
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Matthew’s tie was crooked. He kept pushing and pulling and fighting against the knot, but still, it refused to sit nicely against his shirt. There was no indication that it was too tight or too loose, and so, looking down through his wire glasses in disappointment, he assumed that he had simply tied it incorrectly. As his eyes trailed from his tie to his shirt and trousers, he saw they both bore deep wrinkles that he had only worsened when he tried his hand at ironing. His shined shoes and bright red boxer briefs were the only pristine pieces of his outfit, and the shoes only remained clean because of how little he put them on. He rarely wore formal clothes, and it showed.
Even in the mirror, Matthew’s outfit looked sloppy at best. Admittedly, he was usually disappointed in his reflection anyway. He was five-foot-ten with a slim build, but his hips were wider than he’d like, and with his shirt tucked in, they looked even more so. His face, with pillowy lips and dark eyelashes, was not that of an action movie star; he lacked the gruff demeanor and grit they embodied. He was much too soft and thin, he thought. In fact, he had recently shaved the modest amount of facial hair he had, making his face even less manly than it would be already. His glasses were too big, and the top of them was brushed by his puffy, thick hair. He was not used to these clothes, and he was not used to scrutinizing his own appearance.
He put his hand on his forehead and huffed. His anxiety was palpable.
Most of Matthew’s life was marked by athleisure and grease-stained chef pants, the clothing of a twenty-six year old cook without much of a life. However, he had been fully unaware of how unprepared he was for anything besides cooking and playing video games, his job and his lone hobby.
Matthew had tried and failed to monetize his love for gaming before—streaming was lucrative to many. He had played game after game on camera, garnering a tiny following. Every stream, he would have maybe two viewers, and often, the question would be posed: “why are you dressed in pajamas at 3 p.m.?”
Matthew would scoff, but he’d ignore the comment. He didn’t like rude viewers, but he liked conflict even less. His sweats were not pajamas, regardless of whether he wore them to bed or not.
Only now, when he had his first date in almost two years, did he see and fully understand his wardrobe’s inadequacies.
The date. Matthew felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He had never been on a serious date that led to more than a goodnight kiss, and now that he was closer to thirty than twenty, he felt like his inexperience and virginity weighed heavily on his social performance.
Nervousness was not a feeling Matthew was very familiar with. He generally refused to take risks, and the path of least resistance was the one he most liked to take. When he finished high school, he was recommended a community college, and so he went. When he graduated from his community college, he was told he should apply to a restaurant, and so he did. When he worked at the restaurant for a year, he was asked to be a shift lead, and so he said yes. However, it didn’t matter that he was a lead in the kitchen. Most of Matthew’s time was spent giving in to employees below him.
Even the games he played were single player, all without the slightest of consequences to any in-game choice.
Almost all of his decisions could be boiled down to tepid agreement with whatever someone else had told or asked him to do. Only now, as he looked in the mirror, he finally saw a person who was taking a chance.
Four days ago, Matthew had been struck with bravery. He hadn’t known if it was the position of the moon, something in the water, or some less mystical explanation, but he finally had placed down his prep knife, and he had decided to talk to Claudia. Claudia, the relatively new and witchy waitress, was beautiful with dark red hair, big kind eyes, and a small amount of freckles splattered across her nose. She had bridge and septum piercings with a tongue piercing to boot, and tattoos covering her arms and neck. Matthew had been captivated by her since he saw her, but besides a “good morning” or “have a good night,” he hardly spoke to her at all.
He had approached her as she swept the coffee and bar area, and she smiled at him when he waved. He waved back. Coffee would be a good enough excuse, he figured, so he walked up to the machine and began to pour himself a mug. “So,” he had said, “got any big plans for the weekend?
Claudia laughed. “Dude, it is Monday morning. I don’t even have dinner planned, let alone Friday night.”
Matthew smiled. She was funny, although he was embarrassed for having asked her about next weekend when the last one has just finished. “Well,” he said, “I heard about this cool bar that I’ve been meaning to go to, and I wanted to see—well, I wanted to see if you’d go.”
Her eyes lit up. “That would be great! I’ve been meaning to see more of the city. Give me your hand.”
Matthew was confused, but he extended his palm to her. Was she going to read his palm? She pulled out a sharpie from her apron pocket and wrote her number with a crystal ball next to it. Her hands were warm and dainty, each with a tattoo on the knuckle. Matthew walked away, pulled out his phone and searched up “cool bars near me.”
They had texted a bit through the week, detailing the time and location—she would pick him up at 8:00 p.m. to go to a bar called Rabbit Hole. He had been mentally preparing himself all week, and then, the night before, she texted:
“Hey, Matthew! 🙂 My best friend is coming into town, and he needs something to do. He’s really really nice. Do you mind if we turn this into a double date? Don’t worry, I’ve taken care of the other match already.”
Matthew’s heart leapt. A date! Not just a hangout, it was going to be a whole, bonafide date. He excitedly texted back a simple
“Of course. :)”
The unexpected element, however, had renewed his nerves, and now, back in his bedroom as he got ready, he regretted letting her bring her best friend. What if he was protective? What if it meant he wouldn’t get to talk to Claudia at all? They probably had a lot to catch up on, after all.
He took off his glasses and a microfiber cloth, polishing the lens. Perhaps, he thought, it wasn’t too late to cancel. He could stay inside and maybe try to get more than one viewer on stream. He had been meaning to play the new JRPG that just released—
The doorbell rang. It was too late.
Matthew swallowed and calmed himself. It was going to be okay. He just had to be himself and hold a conversation. He made sure his living room was in order once more, he put on his coat, and he opened the door to see three people. There was Claudia, with a thick winter coat covering her tattoos, and then there were two men to her right, both nearly a foot taller than Matthew. Matthew was confused at first, but then he realized that one of these men must be Claudia’s friend, and the other was his date. He bit his cheek for assuming. Why would her friend have to be straight?
The man directly to Claudia’s right was tall with curly hair and a mustache. The remains of a five-o-clock shadow hung on his firm jaw. Under a scarf, Matthew could see the hilt of a sword tattoo on the side of his neck. Matthew couldn’t tell completely while the man was wearing his jacket, but he looked muscular.
The one to Matthew’s left was olive-skinned, with a clean shaven face and a big smile. His eyes were bright, and he had a septum ring with matching earrings. He looked to be around the same height as the other man, if not an inch taller.
Then, something curious happened.
Claudia reached down and grabbed the mustached man’s hand. “Matthew,” she said, “this is my boyfriend, Rob, and this is my best friend, Zeke.” During the last part, she gestured to the man with the septum ring, and he held out a hand in greeting.
“Charmed,” he said.
Matthew blinked and took his hand, shaking it. The man—Zeke—had a firm grip. “Hi,” Matthew said. His throat was dry as the situation became clear. Then he turned to Claudia after a moment. “I don’t think I’ve met your boyfriend before.”
“I don’t think I’ve brought him around before,” Claudia said, looking up at him, “but we’ve been together for almost three years.”
Rob smiled. “Three in March, at least.”
Matthew blushed. He had misunderstood. This was a date, but he wasn’t going on it with Claudia. He was going on it with—
Zeke cleared his throat to get Matthew’s attention. “You’re even more adorable than Claudia promised.”
Matthew turned his head to look at Zeke, and he felt his face turn crimson. Claudia had called him adorable? Zeke’s eyes, a dark brown, were shining as he looked at Matthew. However, no matter how good looking the man was, Matthew had never and would never be attracted to a man. He smiled. “Thanks,” Matthew said. “You’re—you look great too.” Matthew kicked himself. His meekness had taken over again.
Claudia checked her phone and shivered. “Alright,” she said, “it’s too cold and too late for us to be standing out here. Rabbit Hole?”
Matthew nodded, and Rob wrapped his arm around Claudia’s shoulder and they turned to go back to the car. She looked tiny under his large gloved hand. Matthew put his head down and started to follow dutifully. He should have cleared up the misunderstanding right away, but the moment passed, and he simply allowed it to slip away. Maybe he could get through tonight with cordiality and polite nods, and then he’d return to his life of solitude. This was embarrassing enough without telling everyone that he was, in fact, straight, and was interested in the very taken Claudia. Matthew looked up and saw Rob’s hand wander to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Matthew felt anger and humiliation flare up together.
Then, as if somebody sensed his discomfort, he felt a different hand at his own side. It was strong, and found its place above Matthew’s hip. “Careful,” Matthew heard Zeke’s voice say, “it’s icy here. Don’t want you falling before we leave the front steps.”
“I… thank you,” Matthew said. The porch and walkway were slippery, and Zeke’s arm provided support. Zeke even walked Matthew to the car door, and held it for him as he got in before he walked to the opposite side to get in himself. It was a nice, sporty car that briefly made Matthew wonder what Rob did for work. Then, in the tight space, Matthew noticed that he could smell Zeke’s rich and musky cologne. It smelled expensive. He fixed his eyes on Claudia’s hair in the front seat to distract himself. It reflected and refracted light from the street lamps as the car pulled away.
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Rabbit Hole, much to Matthew’s surprise, was a gay club. He had looked up reviews and photos, but most people had just called it “cool” or “accepting,” and the pictures had all been poorly lit and blurry. Now that they had walked in and found a freshly-vacated booth, Matthew was able to see what it was like: very gay.
Men in crop tops and fishtailed thongs dances past the table, brushing past and trailing their fingers down the backs and sides of other men who wore flannels and jeans. A group of drag queens fixed their makeup in the bar mirror’s reflection, only taking breaks when the hairy bearded man behind the bar had to reach for an ingredient in front of them. They cooed and flirted, and in return, he’d smile and shake drinks by them more frequently. His tip jar was full. There was a spattering of straight couples on the edges of the room, but they were more like visitors to a circus, watching intently and wondering what it was like to be queer.
Matthew was between Zeke and Claudia, with Rob being the farthest from him. There was plenty of space, but Zeke’s thigh was pressed up against Matthew’s thigh, and his arm was draped over Matthew’s shoulder. The bar was surprisingly cold, so Matthew let the man’s ample body heat warm him. Zeke was funny. He did little impressions and bits, sometimes only telling them to Matthew, making him smile and laugh even when he least wanted to. Zeke would follow humor with compliments, telling Matthew how beautiful his eyelashes were or how nice his lips looked. Up close, Matthew could see the ornate patterns of his piercings. They shone sparingly in the low club light.
The two even spoke of video games. They liked the same ones, and for the first time, someone showed interest in Matthew’s streams.
“I love strategy games,” Zeke said, “and I bet I’d love watching you play them too.”
Matthew laughed. “I’m pretty good, but I need a lot of work.”
“Let me know if you need a player two,” Zeke said with a wink.
After a while, Zeke excused himself, and Rob followed, leaving only their dates, Claudia and Matthew, at the table. Matthew swallowed and looked around the room until Claudia turned and tapped his hand, shouting over the music. “Thank you for recommending this place,” she said, “it’s so neat!” She wore a patterned black jumpsuit, matching her black-painted nails. She was much more casually dressed than Matthew. In fact, everyone was.
“Yeah…” Matthew said, trying to focus on the moment. “They have good drinks.”
“No, I mean the whole scene is awesome,” Claudia said. “It’s not a place I would have expected from you—super loud and flamboyant, I mean. I figured you were gay, but I just didn’t expect all of… this!” She waved toward the crowds.
“I actually have something to confess, Claudia,” Matthew whispered.
She leaned in. “Ooh, drama and intrigue. I love it.”
“No, its just that—I’m not gay.”
“You’re what?” She asked. Maybe she couldn’t hear him over the deep, rhythmic bass.
Matthew leaned forward so that he was only inches from her ear. “I said I’m not gay!”
Claudia looked at him in play shock. “I didn’t know you were bi then! You’re full of surprises.”
“I’m not bi either, Claudia! I’m… I’m straight!”
Claudia looked at him, serious. “You’re straight,” she repeated.
Matthew nodded.
Claudia stared at him before she burst out laughing. “Matty. I’ve seen you leaning into and cuddling up to Zeke all night. And you really don’t need to laugh extra hard at his jokes. He already wants to fuck you.”
“I’m serious!” Matthew snapped back.
“Me too,” she said. “Look at those eyes.” She nodded toward the bar, and Matthew saw Zeke and Rob standing at the bar, waiting for drinks. Zeke was staring directly at Matthew, and suddenly Matthew felt like prey. This strong, tall man wanted him at almost any cost. Matthew turned red and felt a tingle in his stomach.
“I—I’m straight,” Matthew stuttered.
There was a pause.
“Then leave,” Claudia said, her voice firm. “If you’re straight, and you don’t want to feel like you feel now, then leave.” Matthew met her eyes. They had no hint of humor in them, and they pierced through him.
“W—what? I wanted to—”
Claudia dragged her hand from the table to the inside of Matthew’s thigh—only inches from his crotch. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, and he felt his dick stir. “You wanted to grind your little cock inside me until you came five minutes in. I know. I’ve known since you spent our first shift together gawking at me. I’m not stupid, Matthew.”
Matthew flinched at her words as Claudia leaned in close. He could feel her breath on his neck, and her red hair was draped over his shoulder. She smelled like cherries. He shook. In nervousness, Matthew hadn’t jerked off in days, and now his body was viscerally reacting to mental stimulation.
“However,” Claudia continued, “I see something in you I like. I see a closet case. I see your sexuality waiting, biding it’s time to come out. Most importantly, I see a boytoy for my best friend.”
Matthew could then feel her breasts pushed against his arm, and he felt butterflies in his abdomen. He shifted uncomfortably. He was erect.
“So just be gay tonight, for me. Just choose to be worshipped and coddled over by a man. Hold onto him. Laugh at his jokes even more. If you behave very well, I’ll even give you a treat, alright?”
Matthew was burning up, and he loosened his tie. He felt Claudia’s hand around his thigh, digging her fingernails into his leg.
“Say it,” she said.
“… What?”
“Say you’ll be gay for me,” Claudia whispered.
Matthew fidgeted before looking at the table. “…alright,” he finally said.
“Say it all.”
“Alright,” Matthew said, his voice cracking a bit, “I’ll be gay for you—tonight.” He didn’t know why, but for some reason, Matthew couldn’t resist her orders. He was caught in her grasp.
“Promise, baby?” Claudia practically moaned.
“I promise.”
Matthew felt Claudia’s lips on his ear. She was smiling. “Well then,” she said. “I’ll hold you to it. If you want this all to stop, and you want to Uber home, just say ‘Rudolph.’ Got it?”
“R-Rudolph?” Matthew repeated.
“Yes.”
Matthew nodded. “What’s… if I can ask, what’s the treat?”
Claudia took Matthew’s earlobe into her mouth. He melted. “I’ll give you the best sex of your life,” she finally whispered.
Zeke and Rob returned with the drinks, and Claudia laughed again, her bright demeanor returning as if they were just in a light conversation, and the men were interrupting. Zeke slipped back into his spot next to Matthew. “I got you a Sex on the Beach, Matty,” he said. “Seemed seasonal. What were you two whispering about?”
Claudia nodded toward Matthew, expecting him to answer. “We were talking about… you guys,” Matthew said. The words felt uncomfortable in his mouth.
“Well I like the sound of that,” Zeke said before pulling Matthew even closer. Matthew felt small as he brushed against Zeke’s solid legs, but he felt safe. He sipped his drink, and he liked it in spite of himself. He could do this just for tonight.
Claudia winked at him.
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“I’m telling you,” Zeke said, “it wasn’t until the 70s that the American Psychological Association stopped classifying being gay as a mental disorder.”
“But that’s so late,” said Matthew. They were sitting with Claudia and Rob in their living room—it was small but well-decorated, with local art and artists featured front and center. The lights and colors were warm. Zeke and Matthew sat on a couch on one side of a coffee table, and Claudia and Rob sat on an identical couch opposite them.
“That’s what you’d think,” said Zeke, “but think of all the heteronormative bull that goes on. Even now, 50 years after the fact, people are still terrified of us because we’re queer, right? People are even scared of themselves.” He put a hand on Matthew’s knee. “It’s crazy.”
Matthew looked at Claudia and nodded.
Rob chimed in. “I’m bi, and even that puts people off.”
“Exactly,” Zeke said. “Difference is you can cloak yourself somewhat. With your girlfriend, I mean. If you two made out in a park, nobody would think twice. They’d walk right past, hardly caring that you’re kissing. But for me and Matthew, it would be a problem.”
Matthew stared at Zeke’s lips as he talked about kissing, and he wondered if a feeling them pressed against his would really be that bad. Zeke was gentle, if strong, and if it were for Claudia, Matthew just had to think—
“Matthew looks like he could use a kiss right about now,” Claudia laughed.
Matthew snapped back to reality. While he had been staring at Zeke, he had become transfixed, and everyone was now looking at him.
“It—it was just the drinks,” Matthew lied. “I have a hard time focusing.”
“Looks like you were focusing on something just fine,” Claudia said. She was pulled tight against Rob as he laughed and kissed her forehead. His smile looked stark against the shadow of a beard he had. A pang of jealousy shot through Matthew.
Zeke winked at Matthew before speaking. “I would have kissed Matty before I even knew his name if he had asked.”
“Would you like to be kissed, ‘Matty?’” Claudia asked.
Matthew looked at Claudia and her freckles. He still couldn’t see her as cruel. Even though she was embarrassing him and poking fun at him, he felt a deep need to make her happy—to do what she wanted. Claudia held eye contact with him and nodded slowly.
Matthew mirrored her, forgetting for a moment what he was agreeing to.
Then Matthew felt a pull on his tie as Zeke used it like a leash, looping his other arm around Matthew’s waist. Then, as if he weighed nothing, Matthew was lifted and pulled into Zeke’s lap. They sat face to face, with Zeke’s eyes full of the same carnal hunger that he showed in the bar.
Zeke slid his hand up, resting it on the nape of Matthew’s neck, right above his shirt collar.
The kiss began as a gentle one. Zeke’s soft lips brushed over Matthew’s before beginning in earnest, drawing back only to follow with another kiss. Matthew was slow to respond, but he started to return the effort, and he soon met Zeke’s lips with the same passion and force they gave. Zeke tasted like gin. This, Matthew realized, was his first time kissing another man. It was much different from his imagination. It wasn’t bad. In fact, it was alright. This man, Zeke, was in full control right now, and Matthew was allowing himself to be held and pulled closer. He was like clay in Zeke’s hands, formed to whatever shape he was molded. Zeke bit Matthew’s lip, and Matthew whimpered involuntarily.
Zeke pushed up his hips, and Matthew felt something hard press against his asscheeks through his pants. He swallowed. It was Zeke’s cock, adjusted so that now, even through several layers of fabric, both could feel it resting directly on Matthew’s crack, rock hard and… huge. It felt like a water bottle had been placed between him and Zeke.
Zeke sucked on Matthew’s lower lip while still pulling on his tie. Then, Zeke pulled back, and he smiled before giving Matthew a quick peck. “Good kisser,” he said.
Matthew muttered a thanks before starting to slide off of Zeke’s lap. Zeke grabbed his waist and pulled him right back, only adjusting Matthew so they could both face Rob and Claudia.
“You can stay in my lap,” Zeke said. His words, phrased like an offer, sounded more like a demand.
Matthew found himself nodding again.
Then he became acutely aware of Claudia’s whispering and giggling. She was getting Rob’s attention, looking and pointing toward Matthew’s crotch. To his horror, Matthew looked down to see a tent pitched in his own pants. Rob was looking at Claudia with a smirk, but wasn’t saying anything back. Fully erect, Matthew was a touch below average, which was now painfully obvious to all.
“S—sorry,” Matthew said, scrambling to adjust.
“Totally natural, man,” Zeke said. He wasn’t laughing. He was just giving Matthew the same smile from before. Matthew was thankful for that.
“Oh, don’t be a prude, ‘Matty.’ It’s just your body,” Claudia said, laughing.
“Don’t be a dick, Clauds,” Rob said. “Besides, he’s not the only one turned on right now.”
Claudia looked at him, confused. “What do you—”
“Expose,” Rob said.
Claudia widened her eyes, then she looked to Zeke and Matthew. Her face started to turn red, and the freckles disappeared into the rest of her face as she grew flushed.
“… Now?” She asked.
“You heard me,” Rob said.
Claudia shot her eyes back to Matthew and Zeke and chewed her cheek. She stood up, took a step away from the coffee table, and slowly got to her knees.
Matthew, still held in Zeke’s lap, was staring intently.
Claudia looked up at Rob with something like malice in her eyes. He smiled back at her. She held her jaw firm.
Slowly, she placed both of her hands behind her head. Then she started to spread her knees and elbows, forcing them as far away from each other as possible, thrusting out her chest and exposing every part of her still-clothed torso. Her jumpsuit was a thin material, and Matthew could see each curve of her body. Rob stood, and in only two steps, was at her side. He towered over her.
He crouched down, putting himself eye level with her, and, in a playful moment, he tussled her hair and pulled her in for a kiss. Her hands didn’t move from her head.
Then Rob traced his hand down Claudia’s stomach. She drew in a sharp breath, and even from across the room, Matthew could see her nipples react and goosebumps rise on her arms. Then Matthew felt something on his own body. Zeke’s massive hand had migrated to Matthew’s crotch, and was now massaging his cock with only a few fingers. Matthew squirmed and shuddered before turning his attention back to Claudia. She was so different from when she was alone with Matthew. With Rob, she was bratty, but obedient. A single touch of his had set her body on fire.
Rob and Claudia were engulfed in each other now, and Rob’s hand was firmly between Claudia’s legs. Her breath was heavy and labored. She slowly tried to buck her hips against his palm, but he never allowed much pressure. He didn’t give her the satisfaction.
“Soaked,” Rob said, looking at Zeke.
“I expected nothing less,” Zeke said, feigning pride in his friend. He kept his grip on Matthew’s cock.
“Shut up,” Claudia said, smiling a little.
“Don’t be a prude, Claud. It’s just your body,” Rob said before pulling his hand back. “Now relax.”
Claudia let out a frustrated groan before getting up. “Fuck you, Rob,” she said before marching back to the couch. They sat down together, and despite the huffiness, Claudia seemed to sit even closer to Rob.
Matthew was the first to speak. “… Um, what was—”
Rob laughed. “I was wondering when you were going to say something. You just sat there enjoying yourself until the end.”
“Well,” Zeke said, “like Claudia told us, he’s had a big old crush on her since they met. Probably had wet dreams less intense than that. He’s hard as granite…” Zeke gripped Matthew’s balls tight and rolled them in his hand.
Now Matthew’s face flushed, and he tried, to no avail, to push Zeke’s hands away. Even though it had been Claudia who was just presented and humiliated, Matthew felt like he was the one under fire. He would have stood, but with his erection and Zeke’s strong hands still in play, he thought better. “Hey—”
“To answer your question, Matty,” Zeke said, pulling him down even more onto his lap, “Claudia and I have been best friends for a very long time. We even got a chance to live together for a while, and we shared a very thin wall.”
“Thin? It was practically paper,” Claudia said. Rob whispered something to her, and she nodded, biting her lip. She adjusted the shoulders of her jumpsuit.
“Yeah. Wild what landlords will do to count a place as two bedrooms. Well, when we lived together, I was able to hear her get fucked silly by every dude she brought home, and she would hear me breaking boys who thought they were straight, turning them into quivering cumdumps by the end of the first date. When midnight rolled around, she would be moaning about cock in harmony with whatever twink I had brought home.” Zeke undid Matthew’s belt buckle, making his dick fight for freedom even harder. “Let me know if you want me to stop,” Zeke said.
Matthew hummed in response.
Claudia was sitting up now, and Matthew heard a snap, then another. Her jumpsuit had button shoulders, and now she held on to the fabric covering her breasts as the straps fell away. Matthew squirmed impotently against Zeke’s grip.
“After a while we started planning on bringing guys back at the same time. She found that she loved hearing ostensibly straight boys turned into sluts, and I figured out how much I love being listened to and watched.” Zeke’s fingers deftly undid Matthew’s button and zipper.
Matthew swallowed, but didn’t protest. He was doing this because of Claudia, he told himself. “Watched?
Zeke nodded. “Watched. We started to have sex in the same room. I loved being seen turning homophobic boys into their true selves.”
“I’m not homophobic,” Matthew said.
“I didn’t say you were,” Zeke replied, laughing, “and I didn’t say that I was talking about you.”
Matthew closed his mouth and felt embarrassed.
“But you’re right, mostly. You’re not homophobic like most of the boys. You’re not afraid of gay people. You’re just afraid to be gay yourself.” Zeke pulled Matthew’s tucked shirt from his pants, and let his fingers wind over Matthew’s stomach.
“A closet case,” Claudia said. Rob snapped his fingers, and she put her hands back on her head. The top of Claudia’s jumpsuit fell, and Matthew stifled a gasp. Claudia was exposed to her bellybutton, revealing her full, perky chest with nipples sticking out from pink areolas. Her face flushed again before she regained composure. A spattering of freckles decorated her upper chest and shoulders, with only a few on her breasts and stomach.
She raised an eyebrow at Matthew as she pushed out her chest a little farther. A tattoo of a skeleton key was between her breasts. Zeke reached up and tweaked Matthew’s nipple, drawing out a shallow moan.
“Now,” Zeke said, “let’s get you more comfortable too, Matty.” Without a hint of effort, Zeke pulled Matthew’s tie and shirt loose, undoing some buttons pulling them over his head in only a few moments. Matthew’s stomach and chest were not muscular or hairy, and he was defined by smooth lines rather than the rigid ones that Rob and Zeke had. Matthew wanted to resist, to insist he was straight again, but something stopped him. He chewed his lip. If he got through this bizarre ordeal, he would be able to have sex with Claudia of all people. It was just for tonight. He pulled up his arms and wrapped them around his bare torso.
Zeke, however, wasn’t done. He pushed Matthew to a standing position. Matthew tried to catch the sides of his pants, since his belt and pants were undone, but Zeke intervened. Matthew squealed as Zeke made quick work, pulling Matthew’s trousers and red underwear down together, freeing his tiny cock and causing it to bounce up and down in the recoil. He had decided to shave his pubic hair for tonight—just in case he wooed Claudia—but now he thought it just made his erection look even smaller than the average size it was. It seemed slight, and short, and, compared to the cock he felt under his ass earlier, it seemed… cute.
Matthew had already felt he was blushing, but now his face was on fire. Zeke helped him step out of his pant legs and socks as Claudia giggled again. Matthew was now completely naked, and Claudia was exposed almost to her waist. A deep-set curiosity of what was to come washed over Matthew, even if it was joined by terror. Although he was apprehensive, he knew he could stop at any time. He just wanted to see what was next, he told himself.
“It really,” Claudia said, “and I’m not fucking around, is an adorable cock.”
Adorable. That stung. Hearing Claudia, who he for months had imagined himself dating and loving, say something so belittling had hurt. Matthew felt his eyes start to water in embarrassment, but he felt Zeke’s hands again. They rubbed his back and waist. Matthew felt a tingle through his core.
Rob patted Claudia’s back, as if asking her to stand. She breathed through her nose and complied.
“I’m not even being mean, Rob,” she said. “It’s the truth.”
“I know,” Rob said, looking at Matthew. “This is so I can see his reaction.” Rob grabbed the sides of Claudia’s jumpsuit and carefully pulled down. It was tight, and it tried to hold onto her skin as it slipped off her body. She shifted her hips, shimmying out of the clothing and shaking her body as she did. More tattoos, tattoos Matthew had never seen, came into view. A caged bird, a pair of handcuffs, and a heart with a lock on it all adorned her body, and as the fabric pulled over her wide hips, Matthew saw two words tattooed just above her trimmed pubic hair: “BREEDING SLUT.” It was written in a bold gothic font, and it, along with the rest of her tattoos, was in black and white. Her pussy was revealed next, and a silver clit piercing flashed in the warm light as she was stripped. She stepped out of her own outfit, and she joined Matthew in nakedness. She made sure to turn around and bend over for a moment, showing Zeke and Matthew her peach-shaped ass with a silver plug in it’s center. Matthew’s eyes were wide.
She looked much more confident than Matthew felt, although she was still acting miffed. Rob reached into his pocket, and pulled out a length of thick cord with a small box at one end. He reached around Claudia’s neck, fixing it like a choker. Matthew heard a click, and he understood. It was a collar.
There was clapping noise, and a sharp pain on Matthew’s right asscheek. He yelped, and then groaned in pain as his knees weakened. Zeke had spanked him, but also was the one to catch him, supporting Matthew with only a fraction of his strength.
“You’re being a bad boy, Matty, Zeke said. “You’re focusing on the lady quite a bit for someone who promised they’d be gay for a night.”
Matthew whined from the pain. Of course Claudia had told Zeke and Rob about the promise. She was Rob’s… girlfriend? That title seemed so surface-level after everything Matthew had seen. He briefly wondered if she mentioned that she was planning on having sex with Matthew at the end of it all, or if she had decided to keep that a secret. Either way, he decided not to bring it up. He knew it would have led to another spanking.
“Why don’t we try something a little bit more hands on,” Zeke said. “Close your eyes.”
Matthew breathed hard through his nose, but he did as he was told. He could feel his hands trembling, but both were soon enveloped in Zeke’s warm hands.
“Do you remember the position Miss Claudia took when Rob said ‘expose?’” Zeke asked.
Matthew nodded. Miss Claudia?
“Say ‘yes, sir’ or ‘no, sir’ when I ask a question,” Zeke said.
“… Yes, sir,” Matthew said. His throat felt hoarse.
“And you remember the word Mis Claudia told you to say if you want out?”
“Yes, sir. It’s… ‘Rudolph.’”
“Good. I haven’t heard you say that yet,” Zeke said. Matthew heard the man spit, and then his cock was wrapped in Zeke’s hot, calloused hand. Matthew immediately felt his balls tighten and his dick respond. It was the first time someone else was touching him in such a lewd, perverted way, and, carrying several days worth of pent up cum, Matthew immediately felt his body start to prepare for each next touch.
“Um… no, sir,” he panted.
“Then I’m going to have you get on your knees, spread them wide, and place your hands on the back of your head. I’m going to put a collar on you, then we’ll let you open your eyes. When you do so, you’re mine until the collar is off.”
“Yes, sir,” Matthew whispered.
“Louder.”
“Yes, sir,” Matthew said, his voice matching Zeke’s in volume. He sounded meek.
“Good. Expose,” Zeke said, pulling back. Matthew heard him take a step back.
Matthew moved his balance to one foot, then the other, and then, holding out an arm to stabilize himself, he started to get on one knee. He miscalculated, and felt his body clumsily shift backward. He started to fall. Matthew heard familiar footsteps and felt someone grab his outstretched hand, making sure he didn’t lose balance completely. It was Zeke. After feeling those fingers hold and touch him all night, Matthew couldn’t have forgotten the way they flexed, and the way they lightly scratched what they touched. Then Matthew felt a rush of embarrassment, realizing that he had memorized the feeling of another man’s hands. He muttered a thank you.
Matthew got to both knees, and he felt the shagged carpet below his shins, spreading out as far as he could. The rug was thick and plush, but it stung at the bony parts of his legs. Keeping his eyes closed, he drew his hands up to his head, and his thick hair whispered as it was pushed against itself under his palms. Zeke was directly behind Matthew, his body radiating heat onto Matthew’s.
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