At least the vibrating cock ring was gone, for now.While it was in place, Matt had found himself shaken apart by theconstant motion, and he’d come, over and over again, without evenrealizing it. After the first hour, Jordan had checked in on Mattand almost come himself at the sight of so much thick, white creamfilling the baggie. Matt watched in horror as Jordan had dipped afinger into the bag and, as if the jism inside were a tasty treat,licked it off his fingertip. “I feel stronger already,” he joked,sealing the bag with care to avoid spilling a drop. Then herepositioned the cock ring, his fingers fumbling around Matt’stight hole.
Matt fought against those fingers, twisting away,trying to keep them from penetrating him. “Oh, please,” Jordansaid, sarcastic. He tugged on the beaded strip of plastic that hungbelow the cock ring, pulling it behind Matt’s balls, then rolledMatt onto his side and sat on Matt’s knees to keep them still as heshoved the first thick bead deep into Matt’s ass. “You know I ain’tgoing in there. Your precious virginity is safe withme.”
His laugh suggested otherwise, but the finger poppedfree, leaving the bead behind to vibrate its way into the center ofMatt’s being like a pesky, burrowing worm digging deeper and deeperinto him. “This is just to jazz up the juice a bit,” Jordanexplained. Another baggie was snapped into place, the rubber bandcatching in Matt’s pubic hair and making his eyes tear up. ThenJordan had closed the closet door, retreating back to the livingroom where Kyle waited.
Did Kyle know about him? Matt didn’t think so.
The longest part of Jordan’s torturous teasing hadtaken place just after Matt woke to find himself tied to the barstool. How long ago had that been? It felt like weeks on end.Jordan had been overeager in his haste to get Matt off—the guy’sown erection filled the front of his shorts, straining the fabric.He started by massaging Matt through his swim trunks, then tuggingthem down to expose his traitorous cock—the damn organ stood atattention beneath Jordan’s ministrations like a trained lap dogperforming tricks for treats. After several minutes of playing withit, Jordan would fondle himself through his shorts, turned on byMatt’s arousal.
Matt held out as long as he could. He thought of hisparents, the people he worked with at the gym, dead puppies,anything that would keep his mind free from the amorous sensationsthat flooded his body. He thought of Vic, not his body or his mindbut just his presence, his being. Every ounce of Matt’s bodycried out for his lover to save him from this. But Jordan wasrelentless—he slapped Matt’s dick, tugged on it, pinched the tipand even licked it a time or two, anything to get him off. WhenMatt refused to come, Jordan went for the freezer stick, ticklingthe icy plastic tube along the sensitive spot just above Matt’sballs, and for the first time ever, he lost control.
Jordan was unprepared for the sudden rush that shotfrom Matt. As if it were Matt’s fault he missed the first chance hehad to take the powers, he backhanded Matt hard across the mouth.Matt tasted blood as his teeth closed down on the inside of hischeek, and through hooded eyes he glared at Jordan. If lookscould kill…”You sick fuck,” he spat.
With a bemused smile Matt wanted to wipe from hisface, Jordan purred, “Let’s try this again, shall we?”
And he touched the cold tube to Matt’s flesh,enticing his wilting dick to firm up again.
How long that went on, Matt didn’t know. He losttrack of time, and lost count of his ejaculations. Once, and onlyonce, Jordan had closed his lips around the head of Matt’s shaft.It took all the strength and concentration Matt had, and it hurtlike hell to do it, but the look of pure horror on Jordan’s facewhen his mouth filled with acidic piss was worth the beating Mattreceived for that little stunt.
But Jordan didn’t dare put his mouth there again. Atleast there was that.
Excruciating minutes rolled into long, painful hours.Matt’s conscious mind retreated deep into itself, leaving his bodyto bend as it would beneath Jordan’s will. His senses burned likeguttering ashes still smoldering after a bonfire; no part of himdidn’t tingle or hurt. Each orgasm was another searing stab at hispsyche, which retreated from the pain and the sex to hide deepinside.
More than once, he felt Vic’s presence fill him,though he knew that was impossible—his lover had no idea where hewas, and Matt couldn’t gather enough of himself together to make aconcentrated effort to connect with Vic’s mind. Still, there weretimes throughout the day when he felt a strength flood his body,and for brief, shining moments, he no longer felt the sordid thingsJordan was doing to him to get him off. Almost as if they weren’thappening to him so much as happening through him, asif Vic were there somehow, buffering the sexual torture and takingthe brunt of it with his own body. At those times, Matt droppedbehind the veil of Vic’s mind, too exhausted to connect with hislover but simply happy to be released from Jordan for however shorta period.
At first Matt thought perhaps these flashes of Vicstemmed from the close proximity of Kyle’s house to BroadStreet—Richmond’s main street ran parallel to Kyle’s, maybe fourblocks over. The city bus had to go right past the subdivisionwhere Kyle lived. But was it Vic’s route? Matt didn’t know. Hehoped so, God, he did.
But as the day progressed and Vic didn’t comebarreling through the door to save him, Matt began to suspect thatthe quick snatches he thought had been his lover’s mind were simplya self-defense mechanism of his own brain, triggered at Jordan’srelentless attention. Matt needed a place to hide away from thethings his body was forced to do—when he was cognizant of hissurroundings, his swollen cock felt three times its normal size,the tender head burning
