A gay sex story: My New Personal Assistant Ch. 20 Chapter 20 – Camaraderie
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.
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They sat on the couch, and Thomas checked all ropes that tied me to the frame above me.
“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.
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“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.”
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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!
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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.
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“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!!
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“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?
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“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!
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“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!