Austin woke up before Matt did. It was seven o’clock and he was starving. Despite his
dream, he was able to get another hour of sleep. His dream. He had almost forgotten about it
until he looked at Matt, who was just starting to wake up. It was probably for the best that he not
tell Matt about the dream. That’s all it was, after all. He leaned over and kissed Matt softly.
Matt smiled up at him, his eyes soft and deep, allowing Austin to lose himself in them for several
minutes. Matt closed his eyes as Austin stroked his cheek softly.
“You hungry?” Austin asked before leaning down to kiss Matt’s forehead. Matt nodded
and they both got up and got dressed. They headed downstairs and into the kitchen where Mrs.
Bartlet was hurrying about, fixing the last of their breakfast.
“Good morning,” she said cheerfully without missing a beat. “I trust you both slept
well,” she said as she poured them each a cup of coffee. They looked around the table and
laughed quietly to each other as they realized she had cooked enough to feed an army.
“Yes, ma’am, we slept quite well. And you?” Matt asked her as he buttered a piece of
toast.
Mrs. Bartlet giggled, “very well, thank you. So, what have you boys got planned for your
first day here?” She sat down at a small table across from them to eat her own breakfast. They
looked at each other, then at her.
“Well, first off,” Austin smiled at her, “we must insist that you join us for meals. We
cannot bear to see you sit alone.” Mrs. Bartlet smiled softly, and Matt thought he saw the
shimmer of a tear in her eye as he pulled a chair out for her. She toddled over to them and sat
down as Matt pushed her chair in for her before taking his seat again.
“You boys are too kind. Thank you,” she said, her smile warming the room and melting
their hearts. The three of them ate their breakfast and chatted about their lives and she gave them
a list of sights to go see in London. When they were done, they helped her clean up, despite her
protests, and kissed her on the cheek before heading out the door.
* * * * *
Parking was a nightmare, even on the very outskirts of London, but they finally managed
to find a place and vowed to never drive in London again. They walked through the south end of
Hyde Park, the summer breeze whipping around them as they went. It was one of those rare
moments in London without rain, and they took advantage of it. They spent the entire day
traversing London, mostly on foot, and made stops at the usual points: Buckingham Palace,
Picadilly Circus, Soho, and the Tower of London. They had a relaxing lunch in Picadilly while
watching all the tourists walk by. By six in the evening, they were ready to head back home, but
decided to stop in a small pub before heading out.
They stepped into the pub and immediately fell in love with it. Moorhead Tavern was its
name, and must have been a joke at that, considering that the clientele was primarily made up of
the local gay community. Matt took a seat in a booth near the back wall while Austin grabbed
them both a taste of the local flavor. He came back to the table and sat down across from Matt.
They sipped their Guinness while looking around the small, but cozy room. Austin watched Matt
longingly, then looked down into his glass wistfully. Matt turned back to him, lifting his head up
by his chin.
“What’s wrong?” he asked soothingly, his hand gently stroking Austin’s cheek. Austin
swallowed hard, and told him about the dream. When he was done, Matt smiled lovingly and
leaned over the table. His lips touched Austin’s, and a tear rolled down Austin’s cheek. Matt sat
back down, his smile warming and a look of resolve crossed his face. Austin looked at him
quizzically, knowing that his cheshire cat grin meant he had something up his sleeve. Austin
couldn’t stand it any longer, and opened his mouth to ask what was so amusing, but was floored
seconds later.
“Marry me,” Matt said matter-of-factly. Austin’s eyes grew wide as saucers and his
throat became dry. Matt continued grinning at him, knowing he wouldn’t say no. Austin smiled
back at him.
“When and where,” he asked, and added as an afterthought, “how?” Matt laughed, his
voice musical as always. He pulled a small newspaper out of his back pocket. It was a black-
and-white weekly for the gay and lesbian community of London, and he turned to a page near the
back and pointed at a small ad. It was for a small wedding chapel not far from Moorhead Tavern
that specialized in holy unions. Austin looked up at him, “you’re serious.”
“Of course I’m serious,” he whispered as he leaned over and kissed Austin deeply.
Austin’s spine tingled with the kiss as the thought of Matt being his husband coursed through his
brain.
“Let’s go,” he whispered against Matt’s lips. They got up and headed out the door,
nervous as hell and giddy as any couple would be on their wedding day.
* * * * *
A few blocks down the street from the tavern was Stonewall Chapel. It was a small
wedding chapel with white clapboard walls and stonework on the outside. A pair of gaudy silver
wedding bells hung above the doorway, right under the pink neon-lit name. The guys stopped at
the door and looked at each other. Then, with his cheshire grin, Matt grabbed Austin’s hand and
dragged him inside the chapel.
After filling out a few forms and paying the fee, Matt and Austin waited for their turn at
the altar. A few moments later, they stood, hand in hand, as the minister began their ceremony.
“Matthew Stromberg, are you here of your own free will and do you promise to uphold
your commitment to this man for as long as your love shall live?”
“I do,” Matt said smiling as he looked at Austin.
“Austin Brannick, are you here of your own free will and do you promise to uphold your
commitment to this man for as long as your love shall live?”
Austin smiled with tear-filled eyes at Matt, “I do.”
“Matthew, is there anything that you would like to say to Austin now?”
Matt stroked Austin’s cheek, wiping a tear away, “Austin, I’ve known you nearly all my
life. And for all that time, you’ve been my best friend. You’ve always been there for me when I
needed you, and now that we are grown, I want nothing more than to have you by my side
throughout the rest of my life. You are my love and my life.” Austin kissed Matt’s hand softly.
“Austin, is there anything that you would like to say to Matthew now?”
Austin took both of Matt’s hands in his own and looked deep into his eyes, “Matthew,
there is no one in this world that I want other than you. You’ve shown me what true love is, and
I want only to give you what you have given me over the years. I love you, with everything I am,
ever have been, and ever will be. You are my soul.”
Tears streaked both of their faces as the minister continued, “with God as witness, your
union is one. May you have long, peaceful lives together, always upholding your love above all
else.” Matt took Austin’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply. Austin wrapped his arms
around Matt’s neck, pulling him close and melting into him as they kissed; their love sealed.
* * * * *
Mrs. Bartlet was ecstatic when they showed her the certificate of holy union. She hugged
them both tightly with tears in her eyes, and then set about fixing dinner, insistent on it being a
special one in celebration. She ushered them out of the kitchen, forbidding them to do so much
as even peek, while she fixed their celebratory dinner. They took the opportunity and explored
the immediate parts of the castle that they had been too tired to see the day before.
Austin followed Matt into a darkened room. After fumbling for several minutes for some
sort of light source, Matt’s hand brushed a lampshade and he switched the lamp on. Pale yellow
light flooded the immediate area and they realized they were standing in a large library. The
walls were covered from floor to ceiling in deep, wooden bookcases, in which thousands of dusty
tomes rested in neat rows. Austin had a suspicious feeling that getting Matt back out of the room
would be a feat. Matt walked around the room, running his fingers over the dusty spines of
books long forgotten. Austin sat down on the black leather sofa and watched him as he circled
the room, completely engrossed.
“Hmm, so I guess this means no honeymoon,” Austin chuckled, breaking the silence.
Matt turned around behind Austin and gripped the blonde spiky hair, pulling Austin’s head back.
He looked at Austin defiantly before attacking his mouth with his own. Austin jumped at the
surprising forcefulness, and pulled Matt over the back of the sofa and into his lap. He slid his
hand down between Matt’s legs, gripping him through his jeans.
“Getting brave, aren’t we, my little slave,” he hissed against Matt’s lips. Matt moaned
from the pressure on his crotch and his heart raced. Due to the move, it had been a long time
since they played, and Austin’s sudden aggressiveness made Matt want to fall to his knees at
Austin’s feet. Austin licked Matt’s lips, his barbell running smoothly over them and causing
Matt’s belly to flutter with the memories of what that tongue could do. A light shuffle made
them both jump slightly.
“Dinner’s ready, boys,” Mrs. Bartlet giggled softly. They kissed once more before
following her to the kitchen. Their mouths fell open as they looked at the table. Fine chinaware
and polished silver sat at three places around the table. Wine glasses were filled with chilled
cabernet wine and two white candles flickered orange-yellow flames in the middle of the table.
The sweet, unmistakable aroma of a cake came flowing from the kitchen, and the guys wondered
if she really had time to bake one. Austin gingerly looked at his watch as Mrs. Bartlet headed
back into the kitchen and realized that two hours had passed since she had ushered them out to
begin with.
“Time flies when you’re having fun, I guess,” Matt laughed quietly as they took their
seats. Mrs. Bartlet came back out with three plates stacked on one arm and the wine bottle in the
other. She shooed Austin away with a sweet laugh when he tried to help her, telling him to sit
down and enjoy his honeymoon dinner. He sat down and she put out the plates at each place and
the wine bottle in the bucket of ice. She took her seat and raised her glass to them.
“I’d like to propose a toast,” she smiled, “to Austin and Matthew. May you both love,
honor, and cherish each other for all time. And may your days be peaceful and as full of love as
they are now.” Matt and Austin raised their glasses, clinking them together with her glass, and
thanked her.
She had spared no expense on dinner and they had nearly stuffed themselves when she
left for the kitchen again. They looked at each other knowingly, and moments later she came
back with a white sheet cake. On the top were two silver wedding bells and their names spelled
out with the date underneath.
“I wish I had time for a real wedding cake for you two, but this will have to do for now.
It’s a white cake with white buttercream frosting,” she smiled proudly. She handed Austin a
small package. He unwrapped the tissue paper and found a silver cake knife. She smiled softly.
“Harry and I used that to cut our wedding cake nearly fifty-five years ago,” she said
somewhat wistfully. Both Matt and Austin stood and hugged her tightly, sharing in her tears.
Then, as they each held the knife, they cut the cake. The three of them sat for two hours, eating
cake, drinking wine, and laughing about stories of life, marriage, and love. It was then that the
subject of the castle’s history came up.
“Ann, what can you tell us about Eldred Castle? I honestly don’t know much about it,
other than a distant relation owned it,” Austin asked as he sipped his wine. Ann sat back and
sighed.
“It’s a terrible story, really. The history of this place began back in 1437 when it was
built by Lord Eldred. He wanted a fortress, and spared no expense to build just that. He was
married to Mary Lindor, and it was an arranged marriage. They really cared nothing for each
other, but did manage to have one child, a boy. They named him Edward, and he was a terrible,
terrible child. When he was only seven, his mother passed away. Some say he drove her to her
death with his wickedness. His father didn’t care much for him, except that he would live on to
preserve the family name. Lord Eldred died when Edward was fifteen, and left Edward the entire
estate. Edward never married, but had many lovers, both men and women, and fathered many
illegitimate children, of which your family is descended, I sadly confess. It was during his
twenties that the true horror of his nature was discovered. One of his flings was with the
daughter of a priest. When she failed to return from a visit to the castle, they came searching for
her. What they found horrified them. Edward had a thirst for torture, and some say a thirst for
blood as well. The young lady’s family and many of the townsfolk broke down the front door
when Edward did not answer it. The front entry hall was empty, but they could hear a faint voice
and the sound of a woman crying. They searched all over the castle until they found the door that
led down several flights of stairs. They took their torches, shovels, and anything else they could
use as a weapon and followed the stairs down. They burst through the door at the bottom when
they heard her scream. Inside the dungeon, they found her bound in shackles in a stall, naked and
bruised. Edward was nowhere to be seen, and she cried uncontrollably as they cut the chains
with axes to free her. Several of them took the poor girl upstairs while the rest of the mob went
through the only other door: an iron gate. They found Edward. He was bent over a table in a
small room, the mangled body of a young man who had gone missing weeks before lying in front
of him. There were bites marks all over the young man’s body, from his neck to his thighs, and
he was covered in fresh and dried blood. Edward fought with the mob before they were finally
able to subdue him. They beat him senseless with shovels and several of them carried him back
out. They were too late for the young man however, and he died shortly thereafter. They put
Edward on trial for murder and he was to be beheaded later that week. When the day came,
however, he was found dead in his cell. No cause of death could be determined, and they
claimed that God had taken revenge.”
“Another thing about this place that you need to know, boys,” she said quietly and
seriously, “is that it is home to more than just us.” Matt raised his eyebrow slightly at her, but
couldn’t shake the feeling that she was serious.
“You’ve sensed it, Matthew, I know you have.” Her revelation startled them both, but
Matt nodded his head slowly.
“When we first got here, something felt odd and uncomfortable,” he admitted. “I usually
try to suppress such feelings, but it doesn’t always work.”
“Matthew, you should never try to ignore such things. Such feelings may prove to be
quite useful, and you want to be able to rely on them when you need to,” she said as she shook
her head at him. An uncomfortable silence settled over them as they finished off their wine and
cake. “Well,” she said as she stood to clean up the table, “it’s nearly bedtime for me. I imagine
you boys have other things in mind tonight.” They laughed and helped her clear the table before
kissing her goodnight.
* * * * *
Once they were in the bedroom, Austin snapped his fingers, a signal to Matt that it was
time to play. Matt dropped to his knees, his face inches from Austin’s denim-covered crotch, and
waited, his excitement barely containable. Austin reached into his pocket and pulled out a small,
white plastic bag.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered. Matt obeyed, not knowing what Austin had, but
knowing that he would love it regardless. He felt Austin slip something around his neck and
fasten it in the back. “Okay, you can open them now.” Matt opened his eyes and reached up,
feeling the piece of jewelry around his neck. It was leather, and had a D-ring in the front and a
buckle in back. He looked up at Austin, who had a sly grin on his face. Austin reached into the
bag again and pulled out a black nylon leash. Matt’s eyes widened as he hooked the leash to the
D-ring on his collar. Matt’s cock hardened under the strain of his jeans as Austin wrapped the
leash around his hand and pulled. Matt’s lips touched his jeans, and he could feel the hardened
cock underneath. He looked up at Austin, his eyes pleading.
“I have some surprises for you tonight,” Austin whispered in a sexy, husky voice that
Matt had not heard in a long time. Austin pulled up on the leash, causing Matt to stand or be
choked. He backed up against the wall, leaving Matt standing a few feet from him. “There’s
something incredibly sexy about you on a leash,” he smirked. He was enjoying this game, and he
knew that Matt was too, considering the bulge in his jeans was quite visible. He pulled again on
the leash, pulling Matt to him slowly and deliberately. Matt’s body ached to be touched and
used, and all that Austin was doing was sheer torture.
“Stop there,” Austin ordered, and Matt stopped a few inches from him. Austin dropped
the leash and circled around him, almost like an inspector inspecting a piece of meat. He stopped
behind him, wrapped his hand in Matt’s long black hair, and gave it a quick, hard pull. A sharp
breath escaped Matt’s lips with the sudden movement, and his legs nearly gave way when he felt
Austin’s lips on his neck. His head swam with the soft kisses and nibbles, but soon Austin’s
nibbles became harder and more deliberate. He bit down on a small bit of flesh at the nape of
Matt’s neck, flicking his barbell over the tortured skin.
“Oh my god,” Matt gasped hoarsely as his hands gripped Austin’s head, pulling him
closer. Austin released his neck, leaving a row of pink imprints from his teeth on the pale flesh.
“There’s more,” he whispered as he pushed Matt down onto the bed. He left Matt sitting
there, breathless and hard as a rock as he went into the bathroom. Matt wondered what he had in
mind as he listened to Austin rummaging around the bathroom. When Austin came back out, he
was carrying a small silver tray. It was his piercing tray. Matt swallowed hard. They had
discussed this before: the idea of Austin piercing him. Austin had trained under an expert piercer
for several years, and spent many months doing the piercings in a tattoo shop before leaving to
pursue his art. Now here it was, and Matt’s head swam with fear as his cock grew achingly hard
in his jeans. Austin’s face was warm and comforting, and yet he had an air of commanding about
him that Matt could never resist, not that he really ever wanted to. Austin set the tray down on
the bedside table and slipped Matt’s shirt off. He pushed him down on his back, kissing his chest
softly. Matt ran his fingers through spiky blonde hair as Austin licked his left nipple, teasing it to
full hardness and rolling his barbell over it.
“Now, I’ll need your nipple hard since it is somewhat small,” Austin said as he took on a
quasi-professional tone. “The ring I bought for you is 14 gauge, and should be fine to allow for
the swelling.” He opened the new package and set the stainless steel ring aside. He smiled at
Matt, “don’t worry, I had the autoclave hooked up since last night with everything inside it.”
Matt knew Austin was meticulous about health and safety, so his mind wasn’t on the safety
factor as he watched Austin pick up the clamp. Austin held the clamp in one hand, and rolled
Matt’s nipple around between the fingers of his other hand. Matt squirmed a little, his jeans
suddenly uncomfortably tight. He bit his lower lip as Austin set the clamp on his hardened
nipple. It was tight, making him wince a little, but he grew used to it rather quickly. His eyes
widened when Austin picked up the hollow needle.
“Deep breath,” he whispered as he positioned the needle tip against Matt’s nipple. A
deep breath and a second later, Austin pushed the needle through, sliding the ring through the
hole after it. It took everything Matt had to keep from jumping off the bed from the initial pain,
but it was over quickly and the pain started to dull. Austin took the clamp off and slipped the
ball in the ring, closing the ends. Matt panted, his entire body one giant nerve as Austin put away
his piercing equipment. Matt looked down at his nipple, the stainless steel ring shining in the
overhead light. Austin came back in and smiled.
“Now, since you’re newly pierced, you don’t want to be on your stomach, so I highly
recommend staying on your back,” he said slyly as he crawled on the bed, sliding Matt’s legs
apart.
Matt’s heart pounded in his chest as Austin slid his hands up his thighs and unbuttoned
his jeans. With a deliberate and agonizingly slow motion, he slid Matt’s jeans over his hips and
down his legs. He slid his hands slowly back up Matt’s thighs and over his boxers, the silky
material brushing against Matt’s cock. He began kissing the hard bulge through the silk and then
moved his lips higher, kissing his belly and moving up to slip his teeth around Matt’s unadorned
nipple. Matt drew in a breath as his nipple was rolled around between Austin’s teeth. He
gripped Austin’s head and whimpered as Austin ground his torso into his crotch, massaging his
cock with his abs. Matt’s head reeled as Austin’s teeth rolled around his nipple and his stomach
pressed hard against his balls, sending alternating waves of pleasure and pain throughout his
body. Austin released the tortured nipple and sat up on his knees between Matt’s legs, pulling
the boxers off and tossing them on the floor.
“I said I had some surprises for you tonight,” Austin teased as he ran his hands lightly
over Matt’s thighs. Matt nodded and watched as he got out of bed. He was more than intrigued
when Austin came back with a towel and the lube. Austin slid the towel under him and knelt
between his legs again. Matt’s heart skipped a beat as Austin slicked his right hand up, not just
the fingers, but his whole hand. Matt swallowed hard, his cock throbbing almost painfully,
knowing what Austin had in mind.
Austin spread Matt’s legs and pushed them up. Matt grabbed the back of his knees to
hold them up, spreading his asscheeks apart to expose the pink, puckered hole. Austin ran his
fingertips over the hole lightly, then pushed them in. He started with two, spreading them
slightly and allowing Matt to get used to them. Then he slipped in a third finger, spreading them
again. So far, so good. He slipped in a fourth, and Matt tensed up slightly. He left all four
fingers inside and still as Matt’s body relaxed around them. Once Matt had relaxed, he began
working his fingers in and out in a fucking motion. Matt moaned, and he began grinding against
Austin’s hand.
“More,” he whispered under his breath, and Austin knew he was ready. With one fluid
motion, Austin tucked his thumb in and pushed. Matt’s eyes fluttered open, his eyes burning into
Austin’s as Austin’s hand slid in. “Oh my fucking god,” he growled as his asshole closed around
Austin’s wrist. Austin watched Matt’s face as he left his hand still, giving Matt the time to get
used to being stretched more than he ever had before.
Matt breathed deep as every nerve in his body seemed to be centered on his ass, and he
willed himself to relax. He felt his ass open up as it swallowed Austin’s hand. Austin watched
him, pushing when he felt him open up and stopping when he grimaced. Tiny beads of sweat
beaded up on Matt’s forehead as Austin’s hand slowly slid further in, his ass closing around
Austin’s forearm now. Austin’s hand had reached the inner ring, and he waited for Matt to relax
more before trying to continue. Matt willed himself into another state of consciousness, causing
his entire body to relax completely and opening himself up even more. Austin knew what he was
doing and waited patiently. Feeling only minimal resistance, Austin applied a steady pressure
against the inner ring of Matt’s ass. Matt breathed in another deep breath, and, watching his face
closely, Austin pushed. His hand popped through the tight ring, and Matt’s body rose up off the
bed as Austin’s forearm grazed his prostate as it slid past. With his arm elbow-deep in Matt’s
ass, Austin began twisting and sliding his hand like a drill.
Matt panted hard, “fuck me, please Austin.” It was all that Austin needed as he felt
Matt’s ass sucking his hand deeper inside. He began pumping his hand in and out of Matt’s ass
in long and steady strokes. Matt released his knees, placing his feet on the bed for support, and
gripped Austin’s arm, pushing it deeper in. He bucked his ass against Austin’s arm, and Austin
sped up his thrusting. Austin’s cock was dripping with precum, and he was struggling not to
cum as he watched his lover being repeatedly impaled on his arm.
“Oh my fucking god!” Matt screamed as his body tightened and convulsed, his insides
felt like they were being ripped apart as the internal orgasm ripped its way through his entire
body. Tears rolled down his cheeks as the intensity took his breath away. He rode Austin’s arm,
the waves finally beginning to subside, and Austin slowly began to withdraw his hand. Matt
breathed a heavy, labored sigh when Austin’s hand popped out with a sucking noise. Austin
smiled and wiped the slick lube off Matt’s ass before going to clean his arm. When he came
back, Matt was still breathing heavy, still trying to recuperate from the most intense orgasm of
his life. Austin sat down on the bed next to him and stroked his chest.
Austin traced his fingertips over Matt’s chest, up his neck, and across his lips. Matt
sucked his fingers into his mouth, rolling his tongue around them and sucking gently. His moans
were music to Austin’s ears as he opened his eyes, pleading for something more than his fingers.
Austin slipped his fingers out and stood up. Matt watched with longing as Austin removed his
clothes, his beautiful cock finally free and begging to be sucked. Austin snapped his fingers and
pointed to the floor. Without a moment to spare, Matt kneeled obediently at his feet, his face
inches away from Austin’s cock. Austin picked up the leash and pulled Matt’s face closer as he
rubbed the head of his cock over Matt’s waiting lips.
“Suck it,” Austin ordered, and Matt opened his mouth eagerly. He rolled his tongue
around the head of his cock, then slid his lips over it and down the shaft. Austin sat on the bed
and leaned back, the leash still in his hand and his cock enveloped in Matt’s hot mouth. Matt
began sliding it in and out, milking it with his hand as he went. Austin moaned and wrapped his
hand in Matt’s hair as his thighs started to tighten. Matt wasn’t about to let him cum that quick,
and he pushed Austin’s legs up, sliding his mouth off his cock and down his balls. He ran the tip
of his tongue down over Austin’s balls and across his puckered asshole. Austin drew in a breath
as Matt’s tongue slid inside his ass. Matt fucked Austin’s ass with his tongue for several minutes
before Austin pushed him away. Matt sat back on his heels with a dejected look on his face.
Austin chuckled and stroked his hair.
“Don’t worry, babe, we’re not done,” he said as he stood up and pushed Matt down on all
fours. He slicked his cock up, stroking it to full hardness again, then positioned the head at
Matt’s asshole. He grabbed the leash and pulled Matt’s head back as he slid his cock deep inside
him.
“What do you want,” he growled as he leaned over Matt’s back, burying his cock to the
hilt in his tight ass. When Matt failed to answer, Austin gripped his hair tightly and pulled his
head back forcefully. Matt jumped as Austin plowed into his ass as hard as he could.
“Fuck me, please,” Matt panted. Austin wasn’t satisfied. He pulled out and slammed
himself into Matt’s ass again, with more force than before.
“I didn’t hear you,” he growled deeply.
“Fuck me please, Master,” Matt pleaded breathlessly. Austin grinned and released his
hair. He gripped both of Matt’s hips and pulled him as hard as he could back onto his cock.
Matt screamed from the force, and it only served to spur Austin on. With quick and forceful
strokes, he pulled out and slammed back into Matt’s ass. Matt rocked back hard with every
thrust, his head spinning and his ass sore but twitching with pleasure.
“Please, let me feel you cum inside me,” he whispered between ragged, labored breaths.
Seconds later, Austin pulled out all the way and, with one final thrust in, he gripped Matt’s hips
tightly as his cock exploded, coating the inside of Matt’s ass with his cum. He rode the wave for
several seconds, grinding slightly against Matt, until it started to subside. Matt collapsed, and
Austin leaned down over his back. He kissed Matt’s neck and whispered, “I love you, Matthew,”
before pulling out and rolling over onto the floor beside him. Matt winced as his nipple brushed
the floor and decided that rolling onto his side was a better option. Austin smiled weakly at him,
and he leaned over to kiss him. He was hard as a rock again, and secretly hoped that Austin
would allow him relief. Austin reached down and ran his fingertips over Matt’s cock, droplets of
precum leaking from the tip.
“I guess you want something,” Austin chuckled. Matt moaned softly as Austin pushed
him on his back. He gingerly flicked the tip of his tongue over the head, causing Matt to jump
from the sensitivity. Austin chuckled quietly before sliding his lips over it. In one fluid motion,
he swallowed Matt’s cock to the base. Matt gripped the rug underneath him as he felt Austin’s
lips slide all the way down the shaft. Austin pulled back up, swallowed, and went back down
again.
“Jesus, just let me cum already,” Matt panted. Austin was enjoying this too much, and
hummed softly, vibrating Matt’s cock from tip to base. Matt squirmed under him, but he
wouldn’t stop this time. He alternated humming and deep-throating until Matt was begging for
him to stop. He pulled his mouth all the way off, and grinned.
“Not tonight. I think I’ll leave you like that for now,” he chuckled, an evil grin crossing
his face. Matt’s eyes widened, but he did not dare argue. He knew Austin would do it, and if he
was good, there was a chance that Austin would change his mind later. He whimpered as Austin
sat up, pulling him to his feet again. He kissed him deeply before removing the leash.
“The collar stays on now. Consider it a reminder,” he teased. Matt glared at him with a
look that was half disbelief and half lust. Austin laughed and kissed him again, “don’t worry, it
goes with most of your clothes.” He slapped Matt on the ass and pulled the covers back on the
bed. Matt crawled in and Austin slid in after him. He pulled Matt to him, Matt’s head resting on
his chest and their bodies pressed together. Sleep came quick and was blessedly free of
nightmares.