By the end of a long, long afternoon, Matt wasscreaming the word, his voice torn from his throat with the samepowerful yank Jordan used to milk the semen from his overworkedcock.
Sometime during the late afternoon, Jordan gagged himwith an old necktie. A little while later, without warning, heknocked Matt off the stool; he landed hard, hitting the floor witha thud that reverberated through him, rattling his teeth. Painflared in his nuts as the weight of his body crushed them. Beforehe could recover, Jordan grabbed the rope that bound his arms anddragged him to the open closet door. His shoulders screamed intheir sockets, his wrists burned with the pain, his fingers coldand unfeeling. Matt found himself shoved into the closet as if hewere nothing more than another of Kyle’s heavy coats. Black trashbags full of winter clothing pressed in around him, suffocating intheir closeness, and his ass butted up against the wall behind him.“You keep quiet in here,” Jordan warned. “What Kyle doesn’t knowwon’t get back to your boytoy, and we’ll be able to play againlater. Just to show you how much I appreciate yourcooperation…”
Yanking down the front of his shorts, Jordanunsheathed his short, fat cock and squatted in front of Matt. Withhard, quick jerks, he masturbated, once or twice reaching out tofondle Matt’s still exposed genitals as he got off. When he came,he aimed for Matt’s bare chest, and his hot juices seemed to sizzleon Matt’s oversensitive skin, like water dropped on a blazinggriddle. For an added measure, he smeared his jism like lotion intoMatt’s skin, which crawled beneath Jordan’s touch.
Then came the baggie, and the rubber band caught inMatt’s kinked pubic hair, and the vibrating cock ring thatthreatened to shatter what remained of his sanity. The closet doorshut, locking him in a darkness broken only by his own tunelesshumming and the constant buzz between his legs. Sometime later, heheard Kyle’s voice through the wall behind him, so far away, sounaware of who hid just mere feet away. The two bedrooms must’vebeen side by side—Matt could hear the creak of bed springs, thenJordan’s teasing laugh, then a bump as Jordan leaned against thewall for a fuck, against Matt’s back, directly behind himand separated only by the thinnest drywall and a layer or two ofpaint.
Kyle stood behind Jordan, Matt could imagine iteasily enough—he heard Kyle’s every whispered dirty word, thenonsense he muttered into Jordan’s ear as they fucked, each wordboring through the wall to burn in Matt’s head. He heard Jordan’snails scrape the wall, the little breathless sounds he made duringsex, the knocking of his hand against the wall as he jerked offagain. “Fuck me,” he cried, louder, louder, until Matt couldn’tdrown out the words and they threatened to tattoo themselves ontohis brain.
Suddenly Vic was there again—real or imagined, Mattdidn’t know. He didn’t care. His lover seemed to fill every creviceof Matt’s mind, as if his entire being had taken up residencebehind Matt’s eyes. Vic overshadowed the vibrator, the noisyfucking, the steady weep of his cock; Matt felt nothing but love, astrong, overpowering emotion that allowed him a reprieve, no matterhow small. Matt seized the moment, folding into himself like abattered rose closing its petals off from the rest of theworld.
::Matty?:: his lover called, seeking him.
It was an illusion; it had to be. But Matt wasgrateful for whatever relief he could get. At least his ownbattered soul knew enough to throw out the one sure defense thatwould be able to keep Jordan at bay.
If Kyle were home already, that must mean Vic was offfrom work, too. The thought of his lover coming home to an emptyhouse hurt Matt’s heart in a way nothing Jordan could do to himever would. Sudden sadness clenched in his chest like a fist,squeezing away his breath. An image of Vic sleeping alone in theirbed brought sharp tears to his eyes, and he choked back a sob.::Please,:: he thought, thrusting his consciousness out intothe world as far as it dared to go. ::Find me, Vic. Soon.Please.::
Around him, the darkness continued its ceaseless,painful buzz.
* * * *
There was nothing to mark the passing of time,nothing to separate one indignity from the next. The minutes ranlike watercolors in the rain, a muck of colors mixing into a sordidshade of gray. Matt heard the slamming of the front door—Vic goingto work? Without a kiss goodbye?
No. Kyle. Vic had no clue where Matt was, and evenMatt himself had grown a little fuzzy on the details.
Kyle. Which meant that it must be morning, if he justleft for work. And the footsteps heading down the hall to thebedroom, that stopped just outside the closet, those must stillbelong to Jordan.
A crack of light split the darkness, giving Matt apeek at the room beyond. Jordan stood in an old bathrobe, looselycinched at the waist, the start of an erection already pushingthrough the terry cloth. In one hand he held a blue sports bottlethat looked empty; in the other, a plate that smelled like it mighthold something to eat. For the first time in hours, Matt’s stomachwoke with a grumble, and his throat dried up from suddenthirst.
Opening the closet door, Jordan squatted in thedoorway, knees parting the bathrobe so his blunt cock could pointin Matt’s direction. “Morning, glory,” Jordan purred. He set theplate down—it contained a few pieces of buttered toast, and twosausage links that still sizzled with hot fat. Matt’s stomachgrowled, eliciting a laugh from Jordan. When he set down thebottle, Matt saw it wasn’t empty—condensation dripped where Jordanhad touched the plastic, and water sloshed just beneath the cap.“Happy to see me?”
Rough fingers loosened the necktie that silenced him.As it fell aside, Matt gulped in a deep, unsteady breath. His voicesounded parched
