This is the fantasy of the author, and does not imply the true sexuality of the characters in this story (though if it turns out either of them are gay, please let me know!!). Milk Tray is the trademark of Cadbury's, and the use of it in this story is not intended to be a reflection of the company in any way. Finally, I hope you all enjoy this story, and more will follow, if that is the wish of the public. Let me know at shagmyass@yahoo.com Enjoy!!
Matt Meets The Milk Tray Man
Matt was out clubbing, doing his usual thing, fucking pretty girls in the toilets, you know, the sex god act. The girls loved it, & Matt wasn't complaining, it felt good, fucking quickly, goodbye kiss & on to the next one. His reputation soared as a result, more promotion for whatever project he was working on at that time.
What he didn't want the public to know was that the sex that he craved was that with a man. And not just sex, but light bondage man on man sex. His fantasy was Superman 90's style, Dean Cain. Not a chance of it happening of course, Dean was most definitely straight.
So there Matt was, scanning the crowd, when his heart stopped. There he was, fantasy Matt le Blanc style, Dean Cain, looking fantastic in a simple tight white T-shirt, tailored trousers accompanying it, both showing perfect curves in all the right places. And he was coming right at him. Keep calm, Matt told himself.
"Hey Matt." Dean said, flashing that perfect white smile.
"Oh hey Dean." Matt half spoke, half squeaked. "What's going on, any films lately?" Dean asked.
"Taking a break right now, how about you?" was Matt's reply.
"Much the same." Dean responded, leaning against the bar beside Matt. "Want a drink?"
"Sure, beer's good." Matt answered, still somewhat shaky.
"Beer it is." Declared Dean, reaching into his inside pocket for his wallet. His smiling face clouded with puzzlement then devastation. "I don't believe it." He said miserably.
"What's wrong?" Matt asked.
"My wallet, it's gone." Dean answered glumly.
"Oh no, I hope you didn't have any plastic in it?" Matt asked.
"No, just cash." Dean assured him. "The thing is, I was going to book into a hotel tonight, pay cash, false name, you know the routine."
"Well, if you're stuck...Na forget it." Matt started.
"No what." Dean asked.
"I was going to say stay at my place, there's plenty of room." Matt suggested. "But you probably have plenty of friends you could call on, silly idea."
"No, no that's just it." Matt said quickly. "I don't have anyone round here I can call on, so if the offer's still open.." "Sure it is." Matt replied. "Let's go, shall we?"
And with that Matt led the way to his limo, Dean following closely.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Matt's modest mansion.
"Nice place." Dean commented, stepping out of the limo.
"Yeah, it suits when I'm in town." Matt replied nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.
They went in, entering a building full of modern sculptures and furniture.
"You have good taste." Dean said in praise, studying a painting hanging above the fireplace.
"Thanks, I do my best." Matt said, genuinely pleased at this praise from Dean. An idea was forming in his head, a plan to make his fantasy come true.
"How about a tour?" Dean asked, turning to face Matt, that perfect smile on his face once again.
"Sure." Matt replied, & with that he led Dean through the house, showing him kitchens, dining rooms, sitting rooms, & finally the bedrooms.
"Well, that's about it." Matt said.
"What's in that last room there?" Dean asked, pointing to a door at the end of the hall.
"Oh, it's nothing really, just a room I work off my stress in." Matt replied, wording his answer carefully.
"Ah, a gym." Dean assumed. "You must let me see it, I could use it in the morning."
"Oh no, it's very basic really." Matt said, pretending to put Dean off.
"Oh come on, I'm sure it's fine." Dean commented, heading for the door, &, reaching for the handle, he opened it, entering a pitch-black room.
"No Dean, don't." Matt called, & jogged to the door, reaching it just as Dean turned on the light.
"Ah." Dean said, a little surprised. "Now I see why you didn't want me to come in here."
Dean was referring to the fact that the room was empty save for a chair bolted to the floor, the seat of which was modelled on that of a toilet seat, in that it was made of nothing but a hollow circle, with straps on the arms & legs on the chair, where a person's wrists, thighs & ankles would rest. The only thing resembling a gym in the room was the fully surrounding mirror on the walls, even on the back of the door Dean had opened.
"What is this, some sort of torture chamber?" Dean asked.
It's now or never, Matt thought to himself, it might just get my fantasy to come true.
"Well Dean, you've found out my deep, dark secret." Matt stated sheepishly. "I use it for male friends I have over, bondage sex with them, tying them up makes it all the more exciting."
"Really," Dean said. "Show me what you mean, this is all new to me."
So Matt went over & sat down in the chair, resting his arms on the arm rests.
"I get the man to sit like this, & strap him in, then tease him." Matt explained, getting excited just explaining this to Dean.
"So why the hole in the chair?" Dean asked, puzzled.
"Oh well, the guy normally has his trousers and underwear round his ankles so I can get at everything while he's sitting there. I can do whatever I like to him, & he can't do a thing about it." Matt described, his trousers getting tight at the thought of Dean in that chair.
"I still can't vision it." Dean said, confused, & came to stand beside Matt.
"Like this." Matt said, dropping his trousers, revealing a boner of 7", it only half soft. He never wore underwear when clubbing, too much trouble when fucking in the toilets. He sat down again, & quick as a flash, Dean did up the straps, trapping Matt as he himself had trapped so many others.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Matt half shouted, straining against the straps.
"Just getting an idea of what you're talking about." Dean said, standing back, grinning a grin so unlike that perfect smile he usually wore. "And now that I understand, I'll leave you here, to get a taste of what you're doing to those men you bring back here. I'm sure your staff will find you sometime."
And with that, he turned and walked by Matt, out the door of the room, ignoring Matt's protests for help.
Matt sat there for what seemed like hours, doing nothing except look at his reflection in the mirror. Thankfully, Dean had left the light on, so at least Matt wasn't in the dark. Now he knew how those men he had done this to felt. Never again, he vowed to himself, would he subject someone to this. The humiliation, not to mention the fear of being abandoned here, was almost too much for Matt to bear. And never, ever, would he try to trick someone into bed, that was for sure, after this fiasco.
Suddenly, the lights went out. Matt jumped, shocked. His fear was swiftly turning into panic, as he could see nothing. He looked for a crack of light under the door, & seeing none, he calmed himself, convincing himself it was just a power cut.
A noise, & his head whirled to face the direction of the sound. He could still see nothing, & no more noises followed.
He turned to face forwards again, waiting for someone to rescue him.
He felt something graze his bare buttocks, & wriggled, not knowing what was going on.
"Who's there?" Matt said, alarmed.
No answer, & he felt nothing else for a few minutes. Then he had the sensation of something wet lapping at his hole. He wriggled again, terrified.
"What the fuck." he shouted, then stopped abruptly when he received a sharp slap to his right arse cheek. "Ouch, that fucking hurt!" But settled down, but only until he felt the licking starting again, and shifted away from it as far as he could. He received another slap, this time on his left arse cheek.
"Shit, stop that!" He shouted, but got the message. If he stopped shifting, and gave himself up to what was happening, he wouldn't get slapped. Who would have thought it, he pondered, that Dean Cain was into this.
The (what he assumed was a) tongue worked at his arse ring, licking round the rim, & then digging right in, penetrating past the strong ring muscles to explore inside Matt's arse. Matt could not help but enjoy this. He'd been rimmed before, nothing more than that, & this certainly lived up to his past experiences. He moaned aloud, & pushed his arse further into the seat, allowing who he assumed to be Dean to delve deeper into his hole. They did just that, & Matt enjoyed it all the more, his own cock rising to its massive 13". Thankfully, it was quite thin, at least in comparison to its length, which allowed him to pleasure the ones he graced with it completely.
The tongue left Matt's hole, & he groaned in disappointment. His arse was gaping now, after being worked for so long & so well, a hand could have gone in with a little persuasion.
Matt heard a slight sliding underneath him, & felt something glide between his own feet. The next thing he knew, something was poking at his open ring. Not having had anything up there before besides a tongue, Matt was wary, & tightened up in instinct. He was smartly reprimanded by two slaps, one on each cheek of that tightened arse, at which Matt relaxed instantly. He did want this; he wanted to know what made those guys scream out in such obvious pleasure when he fucked their brains out. He knew why he liked it, a big cock in a tight hole, every man's dream. So he relaxed, letting himself be the bottom for the first time.
The object prodding at him was slippery, he could feel, & although it was his first time, Matt experienced very little pain, so open was he from the expert rimming he had received. He did feel very full, though it was not unpleasant. The object continued to sink into him, until it was stopped by the plane it was attached to at a right angle. Matt felt something tickling his cheeks, & realised it was hair. So, Dean was fucking him with his dick. When he felt that tickling outside, Matt also felt a tingling inside, stemming from where the head was rubbing inside him. The sensation grew and grew each time he was pierced, until it went right through his body, exploding in his mind, & a primal scream from his mouth. Never before had he experienced this, this incredible feeling. No wonder those men loved having his cock inside them, if this is what it felt like.
The dick pulled almost all the way out each time, before being driven back into him, quicker each time. Again and again, that mind-blowing tingle, and over and over that scream of joy from Matt. As if Dean realised Matt's delight, he began a steady rhythm, moving in & out, making Matt melt in pleasure, nearly crying in the joy of this new adventure. He moved his arse in time to the thrusts, rocking back & forth in the chair. Eventually, the speed of the thrusting became so fast that Matt could not keep up, & simply pushed his arse as far back in the chair as he could manage, giving himself up to the fucking, his whole body trembling with the virginal feelings streaming through it. After what seemed like hours, Matt was exhausted, his upper body slumped forward in sheer orgasmic meltdown, his own cock digging hard into his stomach, soaking it in sweat & pre-cum, his nuts in pain with the need for release. Suddenly, he felt the dick inside him pushing in as far as it could, & a filling sensation above it inside him occurred. Oh fuck yes, Matt thought, he's cum inside me. Dean Cain has cum inside me, & it feels so damn good.
After a couple of minutes Dean pulled his dick out, leaving Matt feeling empty after being so full for so long. Matt groaned, both relieved & wanting it inside him again.
The next thing Matt heard was that same noise in the direction of the door that he had heard earlier, & only realised now it was the door catch clicking. He also realised that Dean had left him strapped up still. He was too exhausted to shout out after him tough, and fell asleep sitting as he was.
"Matt, Matt." Matt heard someone faintly calling his name in the background, & his shoulder being shaken. He woke. & looking up, saw Dean standing over him. On moving his arms, he looked down, and saw the straps had been loosened on both his arms & legs.
"Matt, I am so sorry." Dean said. "I meant to release you after half an hour, but I fell asleep downstairs."
"Sure you did stud." Matt said, giving Dean a knowing smile. "You know, you could have let me go when you were finished. After all, you wore me out, there was no way I was going to jump you or anything." "What are you talking about?" Dean said, completely baffled by Matt's ravings.
"You know what I'm talking about you sex hound." Matt replied, still with that grin on his face. "That was some fuck you gave me, but you could have left the lights on you know."
"Matt, I have no idea what you are talking about." Dean replied, & when Matt looked into his face, he could see that Dean was telling the truth.
"If it wasn't you, then who was it?" Matt said, he now completely baffled.
"I don't know, but we can find out." Dean said. "You have cameras set up in this place don't you?"
"In here, no." Matt said. "Too risky, video of me getting out, doing this kind of thing."
"No, dimwit." Dean cut him off. "I mean in the house in general."
"Oh, of course." Matt said, embarrassed.
"Take me to the control room." Dean demanded.
"What for?" Asked Matt.
"I'll show you when we get there." Was all would Dean would say.
So Matt stood slowly, & pulled up his trousers, barely managing to pull them over his arse, so sore was it now after the fact. He got them in place eventually, & slowly, step by step, he took Dean to the control room. In there was a large screen made up of 32 smaller images, each one broadcast from a security camera on the premises. Dean pointed to the image showing the corridor outside the room they had just left.
"Can you rewind that tape?" Dean asked.
"Sure." Said Matt, pushing a few buttons.
The tape began rewinding, & after a few minutes, a figure was seen coming up the stairs backwards & stopping where the fuse box was located on the wall. They were shown flicking a switch, at which point the lights went out. A torch spotlight was seen moving up the corridor to the room Matt was entrapped in, before going out just as it reached the door. After this there was complete blackness for a recording time of 2 hours, until the spotlight reappeared outside in the corridor again, travelling back to the fuse box, until the lights went on again. The figure was seen then going backwards into one of the rooms. They were dressed completely in black, even wearing a balaclava over their head. They were also slightly built, unlike Dean, convincing Matt once & for all that it wasn't Dean who had done it.
"There's your mystery dick." Said Dean, shocked that this had happened.
"I can't believe he was hiding waiting for me to come home." Matt half murmured.
"Let's go & see if we can find anything in the room he was hiding in, maybe we can get him yet." Dean suggested.
So they went to the room, finding nothing except a vial of strong sedative, sitting beside an unused syringe.
"He planned to drug you." Dean said.
"And then do whatever he wanted." Matt finished.
"He must have heard you shouting after me & realised you were trapped." Dean mused. "Then he waited for a while, to make sure I wasn't coming back straightaway, & cut the lighting on that floor, before going in & fucking you."
"Made it easy for him." Matt said quietly.
"Oh man, I am so sorry about this." Dean started.
"No Dean, don't be." Matt said, turning to him. "Both you & this guy did me a favour. Before tonight, I didn't know how great it felt to be fucked. He showed me how good it could be, not the pain I thought it would be. It was just fantastic."
"Well, at least we got some good out of this." Dean said. "Now, what do you say you show me to one of these bedrooms of yours, & I get some shut-eye before I head back home tomorrow?"
"Of course." Matt replied, & took him to another room, where he bid him goodnight, before retiring to his own room, where he collapsed on the bed, drained from what had happened, & slept sound, a smile on his face at the memory of how good it had felt.
The next morning, Matt went downstairs to fix himself some breakfast. On reaching the kitchen, he found a box of Milk Tray chocolates. On top was a card, simply written:
"Thanks for the fuck, Yours, the milk tray man."
Next to it was a card from Dean, giving his thanks for the bed for the night. Comparing the writing, Matt could see that the same person did not write it. Well, whoever he is, Matt thought, the milk tray man is certainly as smooth as silk.
Hope you all enjoyed this. I would hate to think that anyone had wasted their time reading one of my stories. Like I said at the start, this could become a series, but only if I hear that people want that! So write to shagmyass@yahoo.com and let me know what you thought of this, & whether I should keep writing. Thanks!!