“What?” Matt asked again. “Why not? I thought—”
Jordan spoke over him. “Apparently my non-invasivemethods just aren’t cutting it, kid.”
He made little quote marks with his fingers when hesaid the word non-invasive, and Matt barely managed tostrangle the laugh that threatened to escape his throat. Youcall this non-invasive? he wanted to say, but his body achedfrom its bonds and the beating Jordan had given him; he wasn’t upfor a second round just yet.
“I’ve been doing a little experimenting here,” Jordanwas saying. The foot that had nudged Matt’s leg was now standing onhis thigh, the toes digging almost playfully into his flesh andinching closer to the cock that still stood to attention. “I figurethe powers are in your semen, see. So I went about it veryscientific like. You’d be proud. Each specimen I collected wasbagged and tagged. I tried some immediately after you got off—thatworked the best, gave me this little buzz I guess you’d say. Ididn’t move mountains or anything, but I felt it, all right.”
Specimen I collected…as if Matt were just somelaboratory animal being tested and used.
Jordan continued, talking out loud as if Matt gave aflying fuck what his little “experiments” had uncovered. “But if Ilet it cool,” he said, so scientific, it, “the rush I gotlessened. I froze some…thought that might slow the breakdown ofwhatever it is in you that causes these abilities. But nope,nothing. And I can’t get it back by reheating it either. As good asyou taste going down—” He winked, and Matt felt the bile rise inhis throat again. “The powers disappear almost immediately afteryour juices ejaculate. Which means what?”
“I don’t know,” Matt muttered, but that was a lie—heknew exactly where Jordan was leading him. His mind kickedup a notch, screaming Vic’s name into the psychic realm, so highpitched Matt was surprised he didn’t hear any dogs outside begin tobark and whine. “I don’t know, Jordan, and I really don’twant to know. If you let me go, I swear I won’t call thecops or anything. I swear I’ll just go home, I’ll tell Vic I was ata friend’s, I won’t get you in trouble, please. Justplease.” Hot tears stung his eyes and he blinked them back, hisvoice cracking as he begged, “Please, Jordan. Just let me go.”
In an instant, Jordan was kneeling beside him, handssoothing as he stroked Matt’s fevered brow. “Shh, Matthew, it’s allright. I’ve been going about this all wrong. I never meant to hurtyou.”
Yeah, right.
With a soul-wrenching sigh, Matt turned from Jordanto stare at a spot on the wall. Over the cry of his lover’s name inhis mind, he scarcely heard Jordan’s blubbering apology. Though hetried to tune it out, Jordan kept touching him, hands straying downhis chest and over his cock, subtle touches that underlined hiswords and wouldn’t let Matt focus on Vic. “It’s the only way,”Jordan said as his fingers closed over the head of Matt’s dick,tugged once, then let go. “Believe me, I tried to avoid it. I mean,I’m the one who’s going to get screwed here, for all intents andpurposes. I’m the one taking the hit. But if we have to do it, wemight as well both enjoy it, right?”
“What?”
Matt felt strong hands ease into his armpits. Hetried to shake them off, squirm away, but Jordan overpowered him.With a mighty heft, he hoisted Matt up onto the bed. When Matt’sshoulders struck the mattress, Jordan stood, grabbed Matt’s ankles,and carried them around the foot of the mattress until Matt laystretched on Kyle’s guest bed. As Jordan ducked into the bathroom,Matt cried out, “What are you going to do?”
He hated the fear he heard in his own voice. From thebathroom came the splash of water in the sink and a stupid,easy-going whistle as Jordan mucked about out of sight. “Jordan?”Matt called, his voice an octave higher than he liked. “What areyou…what—no.”
Jordan came back into the bedroom, his bathrobe open,exposing pale skin and a thick, shapeless waist. His cock stoodfully erect from a bed of light brown hair. One hand toyed with hisdick, keeping himself aroused. Some sort of lotion or lubricant onhis fingers left glistening trails along his foreskin as he movedit back and forth over his erection. With an almost absurd clarity,Matt remembered what that cock felt like in his mouth. Jordan hadbeen his first, after all. Matt had never imagined, all those yearsago, that he’d find himself dreading what once excited the boy hehad been.
In Jordan’s other hand was the bottle of lube. Therewas a hint of a smile on Jordan’s face as he sank down to the bedto sit beside Matt, who lay on his side to keep from crushing hishands beneath his own weight. As if they were lovers and this justanother prelude to sex, Jordan squirted a healthy dollop of lube inhis hand, then reached for Matt’s thick shaft. His damn unthinkingcock stood beneath Jordan’s touch, quivering as the warming lotionwas smeared along its length. Matt closed his eyes, as tight as hedared, and tried to take himself away from this bed, this man, thisdegrading moment. The last thing he wanted was to be straddled bythis fat fucker, to feel that hot flabby ass slide down over hisshaft—
His cock jumped in Jordan’s hand, eager to be soencased, eager to be worshipped and squeezed and stroked. “Goodboy,” Jordan murmured, tickling along his length. “Now this ain’tso bad, is it?”
Matt bit back a sob that choked him. Inside his mind,he retreated to a safe place that looked like his bedroom at home.He stood in one corner, his back to the sensations that roiledthrough him, the bodily functions over which he had no control. Hewouldn’t be a party to this. He wouldn’t give in, wouldn’t giveup…
Heated lips closed over one nipple; his dick jerkedin response. “That’s it,” Jordan murmured, his breath hot on Matt’schest, drying the kiss of saliva that clung to his teat. WhenJordan nipped the hard bud between his teeth, Matt’s hips thrusttoward him, against his will. No, Matt wanted to scream, butwhen he opened his mouth, nothing
