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Chapter 20 - Camaraderie
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Peter and Ben came back.
"Matt, you wanted to say something."
I looked at an angry Peter. After Thomas said that, I felt calmer and even started seeing Peter as the victim here. He loved Thomas, yet I was taunting him with everything he couldn't have. I could imagine how I would feel being in his position.
"I apologize, Peter. I was jealous, and I don't take well when someone looks at me like you did since I came here."
Peter's gaze softened a little, but he remained silent.
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"Will he behave?" Ben asked Thomas.
"He will, or he will bear the consequences."
"Why does he talk only to you, Thomas?"
"It's respectful. Same as I don't talk with Peter. He is here with Ben, and you are here with me."
From the way Ben was looking at me at that moment, I was grateful for that.
They sat on the couch, and Thomas checked all ropes that tied me to the frame above me.
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"What will happen now?"
"I want to reward you. I must say I loved your gift, and you can tell Brandon I enjoyed his quite a lot."
"What? What did he give you?"
"You don't know?"
"Obviously not. You've seen each other?"
"No. He sent me the recording of our call." Thomas smirked and rubbed my chest.
"Now, before I start, this is the best chance for you to decide if you want this to continue. I will now begin, and I will fuck you eventually. But you may not like the things I want to do to you. So do you want me to continue, or do you want to leave?"
I wanted him so badly now! I craved this man in front of me so much that I don't think I ever desired anything more!
"Wreck me if you think you can."
He smirked and kissed me.
"Good boy."
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"Take off my shirt."
"How? I am tied up."
"Use your imagination."
For real?
While looking into his eyes, I leaned to the buttons on his shirt and used my mouth and tongue to unbutton them slowly, one by one. Slowly... agonizingly slowly... I felt his musk and sweat, and I couldn't help but get hard from that sensation. I loved the way his body made me feel. He just sneered at me. I then pulled on his sleeves, and he let me take them off him.
"Good boy," he gave me a soft peck on my lips. "Kneel."
Thomas loosened the rope from above me but held it tight. The rope around my neck was tied in a way that it choked me at the slightest pull. That way, my neck felt like in a noose, and I was trying to catch my breath with each movement. My arms were tied at my back and secured around my waist so tight that I could not move them.
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"Take out my dick."
How the hell am I supposed to do that?!
I looked at him. He was serious. Damn... Okay.
I pulled his zip down with my teeth and tried to undo the button. It was tough, and I struggled a bit with it, but I managed to open his pants. I looked at him, and he enjoyed watching me squirm under him like that.
I buried my face in his briefs and inhaled before pulling them down, revealing the head of his dick. I just couldn't keep them down enough to fish it out! I got frustrated and looked at him angrily.
"I am waiting, Matt."
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Fucker. I growled in frustration and tried it again. Finally, I managed to pull his briefs down under his balls, and his dick jumped out. Fuck! I loved this beautiful veiny dick so much! I licked it and put it in my mouth, sucking it hungrily.
He pulled on the rope choking me and slapping me across the face.
"I told you to take it out, not suck it."
I growled and looked into his eyes, defiant.
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"Shoes."
For fuck's sake, how am I supposed to completely undress him with only my mouth?!
I bent, but the rope around my neck was tight, and it was choking me. I looked at him, and he just smiled with that cold, sadistic sneer.
"Lower," he said calmly.
Thomas raised one foot slightly, and I tried to reach the lace. Finally, I managed to pull on it and untie it. I was growling from vexation and tried not to think about two strangers watching me humiliate myself like this. My body still stung from the whipping, yet this feeling of their eyes on me was worse. I was kneeling, gasping for breath, as I pushed with my teeth on Thomas's shoe heel and sole and tried to take it off. I tasted the dirt in my mouth and was swearing internally that I had even started this!
I fucking hated this!
I managed to do it somehow and pulled on his sock when he kicked me!
"Patience! I said shoes. You need to learn to listen."
"Fucker!" I exclaimed impulsively in resentment and irritation. The second those words escaped my lips, I knew how stupid that was. He grinned widely, and I shook from fear.
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Thomas pulled the rope higher. I wanted to stand, but he barked at me, "Stay down!" with such menace that I stopped, frozen. Then, he moved and took the fucking whip!
"Choose a part of the body."
Fuck! He waited, staring me down.
"Back."
"Spell it for me."
"What?"
"What you just said." His tone was sweet. In contrast with what was going on, it felt really dreadful.
"Really?"
"Do you want to add more letters by asking me the next question?"
Fuck!!
"I am waiting."
Fuck!!
"F." I hissed in a split second, waiting for the sound of the expected strike and then experiencing the pain that made all of my muscles tighten up.
"U." Another strike made me gasp.
"C."
"K!"
"E!" I was panting now. He hit each time the same exact spot! I was getting livid, and my body trembled!
"R!" I roared and rasped as the final blow was left on my back. The burning pain was excruciating. Was that physical pain actually dissipating some of the anger inside me?
"I will give you a hint since this is the first time. What do you say to me now?"
I looked at him. "Thank you." I shook and hated him at that moment.
"You are welcome."
I pierced him with my eyes.
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"Second shoe."
I undressed him like this. Shoes, socks, pants, underwear, until he stood in front of me naked, and I feasted on that image before me. How fucking beautiful was this man! It left me speechless so many times. I looked at the veins traveling his arms and chest. That raging cock leaking precum in front of me! I loved it.
I abandoned every fiber of hate I felt just moments ago and was ready to worship him! I didn't even care who was watching us at this moment. I was someone else. I was his!
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Thomas went and brought a chair to me. He sat and looked at me, kneeling in front of him.
"Now, first, I want to give you a choice. I am not the person who will carry your load in me. So you need to take it back."
I frowned, not understanding how he could mean that! He raised his legs and rested them on my shoulders.
"You have two choices. You either eat it, or I will cover your face with it, and you will wear it until I am finished here with you."
I looked at him dumbfounded. He cannot mean this! No!
"Are you serious?"
"Have I ever not been serious?"
"I am not doing that!"
"There is only one word that will stop this, and I am getting tired of reminding you that, Matt. It's getting tedious. You either choose, leave or let me choose for you."
What the fuck?! The horror must have been evident on my face as he was grinning so widely I wanted to punch him at that moment!
"Wasn't that part of hard limits?" I tried to find a way to avoid it.
"If I remember correctly, those were only piss, scat, bleeding, and chastity cage you chose as your limits. Everything else is on the table."
"Yet you want me to eat from your ass."
"I keep myself clean. I wouldn't let you in otherwise. Now choose."
Damn it! Even though I believed there was nothing else than my cum in him, I still wasn't willing to eat that! I don't eat my cum! Not like this! Fuck! And those two are there watching everything!
But the idea of spending possibly hours here with dried cum on my face felt even worse! So I thought of another option, but nothing came to mind.
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Thomas realized this decision would take longer and probably decided to speed it up. He started pulling on the rope, and I felt myself losing breath again.
"Take as long as you need. I will release you once you answer."
My breath was cut short, and I tried to breathe.
I rasped and wiggled in desperation for a few moments, but I couldn't think of anything to stop this.
"I'll eat it," I whispered in between groans.
"Good," he let go of the rope and smiled.
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I heard someone shift on the couch. I felt utterly humiliated and subdued. I hated it, yet I couldn't shake the trill this was giving me. I realized part of me craved it, and I felt disgusted when I admitted that to myself.
Thomas spread his legs, inviting me in. I loved that view, yet now I dreaded it so much!
An enormous fight was raging within me! I wanted to disobey, fight it or even run, yet my dick was twitching and jerking, and I was aware it was leaking like crazy. Shivers ran down my spine as I darted my tongue on his crack and pushed in.
I felt the saltiness and bitterness of my cum in his hole. I tried not to think, but I kept returning to the image of Ben and Peter sitting and watching me eat my load from him.
I couldn't see any other alternative. I caved and started licking his crack and rimming him. Then, finally, his soft moans reached my ears, and for a moment, I felt delighted hearing that, even enjoying this and forgetting everything else.
"Suck on it."
Fuck... I realized I could not do this as I intended, to gulp in little unnoticeable drops as I would please him slowly. Who knows, maybe I would even get into it after a while. But Thomas wanted me to feel it. Did he enjoy seeing the revulsion on my face?
I growled and looked into his eyes with fury. He brushed my hair with a wicked smile. Fine! I sucked on that entrance feeling the fluid reach my tongue and flow inside my mouth.
"Keep it in your mouth. I want to see it." His voice was laced with hunger and craving. I trembled from repugnance when I felt him pushing it out and into my mouth.
Fuck!
"Open."
I opened my mouth, and he looked satisfied. He looked on the verge of craziness now. He grabbed my throat and kissed me! I could cum right then! I was simultaneously so revolted and aroused that I felt at the absolute edge!
"Swallow."
I did, and his foggy eyes watched me before he slapped me and brought my lips to his again.
"What a fucking good boy!"
He kissed me and ravaged my mouth while he pulled on the noose around my neck, and I gasped for air but still kept kissing him! I wanted him to fuck me right then!"
"Thomas," I pleaded. "Please fuck me!"
"Look." He turned my head, and I could see Ben and Peter sitting there watching us; their faces were masks of absolute lust and hunger! I got immediately harder just watching that craving in their eyes.
Ben looked at Peter and took him by the nape, kissing his ear and whispering something to him. Peter started to shake and opened his mouth. I saw his dick leak and jerk. What a fucking sight! I needed more! My hole twitched, and my dick oozed precum on the floor under my legs.
I looked at Thomas, my eyes filled with yearning, and he smiled before kissing me.
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"I want you to take my dick in your mouth now. But you will not dismount until I tell you to. Instead, you will make long, deep, slow strokes from the head to the base."
Thomas moved my head, so now Ben's eyes dove into mine, and I started to shake. "You will suck the whole time and keep looking at Ben every time you move down to the base. You will get to the base every single time."
Thomas squeezed my throat. "You will then stay there until he releases you." Ben's eyes grew dark and menacing!
"Only then can you go up, and you will look at Peter as you do." I looked into Peter's eyes, which were filled with hunger, his lips were parted, and he smiled at me hearing that.
I nodded, delirious from lust. Thomas kissed me and moved us so that his dick and my eyes were at the perfect angle with Ben and Peter on the couch.
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"Ben. Can your sub hand me that flogger I left there? I want to add something to Matt's experiences."
I shook as I watched Ben look at Peter. They didn't need any words. They looked at each other as if every dialogue was said within their minds. I could see Ben caringly observe how Peter felt and then show him he wanted him to do that. Peter, without a word, stood up. Watching this exchange was captivating, and I was envious of the bond those two shared.
Thomas looked at Peter and took the whip. "Thank you," he said to Ben.
Ben nodded, raising his hand to call back Peter and positioning him exactly mirroring me with Thomas. Peter understood without a word again and got ready. I was expecting a smirk or a sneer as he looked at me, but he just smiled at me, and for a moment, I felt a bit of comradery.
I felt the leather straps slowly brushing across my butt and shook with expectation.
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Peter put his hands behind his back, skillfully opened Ben's pants, and pulled his jock beneath his balls. I admired the expertise he showed doing this.
Ben pulled Peter's chin up by his index finger and looked at him with a raised eyebrow as if he had forgotten something.
Peter stood up and went to the rack. He looked at Ben, and Ben smiled. Peter smiled as well and grabbed something else. Did he seriously just ask Ben, only with his look, if he could pick himself?
I was now astonished at those two.
Peter grabbed about a 35 to 40-inch-long cane with a thicker handle but a slim body. It looked flexible as he walked with it. Ben smiled, and Peter handed it to him with a kiss before settling down to his position.
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I looked at Thomas. He combed through my hair with a smile.
"Begin." I felt a sharp sting from that flogger on my left cheek and whimpered, trying to breathe through my nose as my mouth lowered. I couldn't get it whole, and Thomas pushed my head, making me gag!
"Here, boy." I heard that deep voice ordering me. I raised my eyes at him, and the way he was staring at me made me leak and tremble. How the fuck did he do that?
I struggled to breathe and choked as Thomas made me take him whole. Then he held me there! I heaved and slurped, trying to open my mouth more and relax, but feeling that unforgiving hand holding me there was most of all frightening. Ben kept looking at me while I gasped and choked.
"Good boy. Up." Hearing that was fucking powerful. I looked, and my eyes met Peter's red face, and saw that Ben's dick was huge! The thick black pole in that pale mouth was fucking maddening!
I wanted to gasp for air and let go of the cock in my mouth reflexively, but Peter shook his head slightly, keeping his eyes on me and calming me down in a strange, subtle way. Finally, I managed to keep it in, and he smiled a little with that massive dick in his mouth. When he showed me how much of that cock he took in his throat, I was in utter shock! That guy must be over nine inches of solid pitch-black cock! It looked fucking amazing! Peter looked proud, and I couldn't stop looking at them.
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"Good boy. Down." This time Thomas spoke, we heard two slaps as our butts were struck again. I saw Peter arch and keep that head in and look at me with pure satisfaction. Fuck!! Seeing him enjoy that pain sent shivers all over my cock and balls!
Ben's eyes welcomed me with dazed rage, and I now could see why Thomas warned me he could destroy me. That massive presence of this man was breathtaking, and I couldn't bear to look at him for long. Yet I tried as his eyes demanded me to keep my gaze on him.
I retched and tried my hardest to stay down, feeling my throat hurt and spasm.
"More, boy! I don't want to see an inch of that veiny cock."
I tried, but I thought I would suffocate. I felt saliva leak down my lips and precum, making puddles under my legs. It was intense!
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We were like this for eternity! Up and down in slow, agonizing tempo until my throat welcomed Thomas's veiny cock without any trouble, and a pool of saliva was under us. Ben demanded more each time, and Thomas pushed me, while Peter's look calmed me and gave me the strength to continue.
I started to fall in lusty love with those green eyes, and I cherished that red-haired man! My ass was on fire, and I whimpered every time that flogger lashed at my skin.
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"Good boy. Sit down." Thomas said above me, and I nearly went down in reflex before I realized it was over. I was in a completely different state of mind by this point!
I felt Thomas's hand on my chin, pulling my eyes away from that green solace, and as I looked into that night sky, I felt like crying from euphoria. He saw that and smiled at me warmly before kissing me.
"Good boy. I am so proud of you."
"Thank you, Thomas."
I purred and kissed the hand he was holding me with and brushed my head in his palm like a lost kitten. He smiled tenderly and licked my ear. I had totally surrendered myself to him.
"Do you want to thank anyone else?"
I nodded. I wanted to cherish that boy!
"Tell me."
I tried something else. I just looked at him. Hoping he will understand. He blinked and smiled before giving me a peck on my nose.
"Ben. I think Matt would like to thank Peter."
Ben smiled and looked at Peter. "I think Peter would love that."
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Thomas reached behind my back and loosened the ropes around my hands. I kneaded and massaged my wrists.
"Crawl," Thomas whispered into my ear.
Like in a dream, my body started moving, and I crawled toward that little wonder in front of me. He smiled at me so beautifully that I had to smile too.
"No hands," Ben said calmly.
I just sat on my knees and leaned toward him, looking deeply into his eyes and kissing him tenderly, still feeling the tight rope around my neck as Thomas was holding it.
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