Kept

After a few minutes, Matt heard the shower door open.

“Get out,” John commanded. John would have liked to fuck the kid in the shower, but he didn’t want to ruin the kid’s hole. There was more fucking to come.

Matt looked up at him and nodded his head. “Yes, Sir.” He grabbed a towel off the bar and watched John enter the shower and close the door.

Matt dried off and left the bathroom. He wasn’t sure if he should get dressed and leave or to stay. John didn’t say. With what just happened, Matt assumed John was pissed and didn’t want to see him again. That’s when Matt remembered he didn’t have any extra clothes, just his wrestling uniform. He didn’t know what to do. He glanced at the bathroom door and thought about it. Fuck it, he thought. He’ll just stay and wait to see what John wanted.

Matt wrapped the towel around his trim waist and gazed around the room. He caught a glimpse of a wallet sitting on the dresser. He looked toward the bathroom, the shower still running. He crept over as if someone might hear him and snagged the wallet. He opened it and sure enough, John’s driver’s license was there.

Matt read it in a whisper, “Archer Maddox, Age: 35, Height: 6’2”, Weight: 180 lbs., Eyes: blue, Hair: brown, Residence,” Matt looked at the address and his brow furrowed. “He lives here? He lives HERE. The fucker lives twenty minutes from campus. That fucking liar told me he lived in NYC and flew in on business. He lives HERE.”

Wait, Archer Maddox? Why did that name sound familiar to Matt. Wasn’t he some CEO or something? Matt was now kicking himself for never watching the news or readying a book unless it was a text book.

Just then Matt heard the water shut off. “Archer Maddox,” he whispered to himself. He put the wallet back and then grabbed the remote for the TV. He quicky jumped on the bed and pretended to watch TV. John came out of the bathroom, still toweling off.

“Shut that off,” John said.

Matt clicked off the TV and tossed the remote at the end of the bed. He sat there in silence as the hunk reached into the closet and pulled out a bright white, plush robe and he slipped it on. Fuck he was handsome, Matt thought.

John was still silent, moving around the room, straightening, and organizing. Matt could tell the man had OCD or something.

“Did you touch my wallet?” John spun around and asked.

“No,” Matt replied innocently.

John opened the wallet and went straight to where the cash is kept. He counted it and then set the wallet down.

“Do you want me to leave?” Matt asked quietly.

John turned to him and scowled. “No. Why would you think that?”

Matt shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re pretty mad at me. I thought maybe you didn’t want me here.”

John looked down and ran his fingers through his brown wavy hair. Then he scratched the back of head, giving off an air of frustration before he said, “Don’t be stupid. Of course, I don’t want you to leave. I flew all the way here and I’m getting my money’s worth out of you.”

Matt laughed to himself because he just caught the married man in a lie. “Ok,” Matt simply said.

John contemplated telling him to leave but knew he needed this time with Matt. It’s not often a guy lands a collegiate wrestler who loves to get fucked. He didn’t want to waste any time with him. The kid was just so fucking hot, John wished the boy didn’t have such an unattractive attitude. It almost made Matt too obnoxious to fuck. John knew the wrestler was aware of his appeal to other like-minded men. Matt didn’t need John to fuck him, he could find it anywhere looking like he did. Then he had inklings of a future where he could have exclusive access to Matt, make sure he was always available to fuck. Hell, the boy might even be cool to hang out with since John actually lived a short distance from Matt’s apartment and not in New York City like he told the boy. But right now, John would rather fuck him and throw him out like usual. But still. John thought he would feel the kid to see what kind of thing he wanted with John. If Matt was open to a more permanent thing, John would work on the kid’s personality.

John looked at him with a slight look of curiosity. “Answer me this. Does this bother you?”

“What?”

“This.” John wagged his finger back and forth between them. “This thing.”

Matt shook his head, unsure. “This thing?”

“You like hooking up whenever I’m here? John asked. “Just fucking and then not seeing me again for a few weeks?”

Matt shrugged his muscular shoulders. “Sure.”

“You really like it when I treat you like shit?”

Matt sat there quiet for a second or two. He didn’t know if this was a test or something. He shrugged. “It is what it is, dude.”

“Don’t call me dude,” John said without pausing for the next sentence. “What do you mean, it is what it is?”

“I don’t know, John. I mean, I like it. It’s hot seeing you all forceful and aggressive.”

John winced. For some reason, the boy calling him John was wrong, maybe because it wasn’t his real name. Not to mention, it put them on an equal playing field and that’s not the dynamic John was looking for.

“On second thought, don’t call me John.”

Matt tiled his head back like he was questioning something, “Oh... Kay.”

“Why do you like it?” John asked.

“Dude, I’m in control all fucking day. I’m in the fucking closet and it sucks. When I’m with a guy, I want HIM to take control. Don’t get me wrong, I do love to throw a hot guy down and fuck his brains out, but I prefer what we have going on here. I don’t have to think, I just have to do. I like knowing this body is getting guys like you off. I’m satisfied knowing you are satisfied. I don’t know. That’s just how I feel.”

John nodded his head in understanding. Ok, he didn’t feel too bad about the way he treated Matt. Normally, he wouldn’t give a flying fuck how he made anyone feel but this seemed different.  Matt wanted it that way. This was the kind of guy John wanted, someone who looked like Matt, acted like Matt, talked like Matt but was comfortable with being controlled. That was hard to find in a cocky college jock like Matt.

“Ok,” John said. His juices were starting to flow again. Knowing this wrestling hunk was going to let him have his way with him made him horny again. The kid was his dream man; a big, tough guy who could take the kind of abuse John liked to dish out.

John sat down on a chair next to the bed. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He sat there just staring at Matt. Matt stared back and smiled.

“What?” Matt asked.

“Look at you,” John said. “Look at you,” he said again.

Matt looked at him confused. “What?”

“You’re just... such a slut,” said John with his lip in sneer. One thing he liked about Matt was his ability to slut-out during sex. John really got off on it. Part of the control he wanted over Matt was to make him believe himself a slut all the time, not just during their hook ups. It was degrading but knowing Matt was such an alpha stud outside their hotel room but a total whore inside, made John want to put a strong personality like Matt in his place. He knew he could grow to like the kid if John could get rid of Matt’s offensive personality.

Matt’s eyebrows went up. “What?”

“You’re just a fucking jock slut. It’s hot to me that you’re a slut. You’re a jock slut and that’s what I like about you.”

Matt liked that John was into him. The sudden slut talk was a surprise though.

“I’m not ALWAYS a slut. I mean, I act that way with you but that’s because I know you like that.”

John shook his head. “No. No, I think you’re pretty much a slut all the time. Look at you. You look like you belong on the cover of a fitness magazine. You’re built, you’re handsome, your ass is incredible even with clothes on. You can have any gay, bi dude you want.”

“Yeah? So?”

“So, you do have any gay, bi dude you want.”

Matt laughed. “Dude, no I don’t. I’m picky.”

“Of course, you are. But you’d put out for just about any dude that was your type.”

Now Matt looked irritated. “Dude? Bro, no I wouldn’t.” Matt was getting irritated with the accusation. Sure, he liked to come off as a slut with John, but he didn’t act that way with other guys. In fact, he tended to be very dominant even if he was getting fucked, he fancied himself an alpha bottom. But John got off on Matt putting out like a hooker.

John grinned. “You’re a dirty slut and you know it. If three more of “me” walked in here right now, you’d have those whore legs spread so wide.”

Matt chuckled. “Three more of YOU? Of course, I would.”

“No. I mean three more men LIKE me. Rich, attractive, aggressive... tops.”

Matt studied John’s face. He still didn’t understand where this was going. Why all this talking and no fucking? What’s with all these questions and slut shaming?

“I don’t know, dude. I’ve never been with more than one person. Not sure if I’m ready for some shit like that.”

“You are. You just don’t know it yet.”

“What you and I do is fine,” Matt assured him.

“Are you hooking up with anyone besides me?”

Matt didn’t know if he should answer, it might be a test. “Yeah. Not all the time but yeah.”

John nodded. “And you always bottom?”

“Nope. I’d say fifty-fifty. It depends on the guy.”

“I see.” John studied him intently. “Could you be loyal to one man?”

Matt thought about it. “I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Dude, I don’t know.  I’m still young. Only eighteen. I still got a lot of fuckin to do, ya know? I don’t want a boyfriend.”

“I didn’t say monogamous. I said loyal.”

“Oh. I don’t know. What’s the even look like?”

John’s expression became serious, his eyes a little sultry. He took his robe off and it fell to the floor. He decided to take a different tactic and show him what it would be like to be loyal.

“Take the towel off,” John said a little sensually in a soft voice. He crawled up on the bed.

Matt pulled the towel off and tossed it aside.

“We going again?” Matt asked with a smile.

John didn’t say anything. He crept up and lay down gently on Matt. The kid instinctively spread his muscular legs and John snuggled in tight. Matt expected John to plunge in and take control. But instead, John came down face to face with Matt. Matt looked up, confused. They had never kissed before since they’ve been fucking. That was a rule John enforced since day one. Matt was sure they were about to. He could smell mint on the man’s breath. He must have brushed his teeth after showering. John’s eyes weren’t the same intense, serious eyes that he usually had. They turned soft and they flickered around Matt’s face.

Matt’s mouth was dry, his heart rate quickened. The air was thick with anticipation. Slowly, John’s lips met Matt’s in a kiss. They started out as short kisses, but they became more passionate. Matt’s arms slowly wrapped around John’s neck. He ran his fingers through the back of the married man’s hear, feeling the thick, wavy hair. Matt’s dick was hard as a rock.

John pulled away and gazed into Matt’s eyes. He softly said, “You’re so beautiful.”

Matt’s heart thumped as the gorgeous man looked down at him. “What... what’s going on here?” he asked in total confusion.

John chuckled with a sweet smile but said nothing. He put his lips to Matt’s corded neck and planted kisses all around it. Matt closed his eyes and raised his legs, wrapping them around John’s waist, his heels crossed, resting in the small of John’s back. He could feel John’s hard cock touching his hole.

John moved his lips back to Matt’s and slid his tongue in. The kiss was soft yet dominate as it controlled the inside of Matt’s mouth. Matt kissed back. He heard a muffled, pleasurable moan down in John’s throat. The kiss was so amazing to Matt. He didn’t know how to take it, but he was going to enjoy it as long as it lasted. John was sliding his tongue past Matt’s tongue, towards the back of his throat. John opened is mouth wide, devouring Matt’s. Matt was moaning, his arms wrapping tighter around John.

And then, John slowly slid his cock inside the wrestler. It was slow and easy. Matt moaned again as they made out, feeling the large cock enter him and glide all the way in. John’s arms wrapped around Matt’s neck, the embrace was so tight, so intense. John slowly began to fuck. It was deep when he went in, and it left a void when he pulled out to the tip.

John pulled away from the kiss and stared lovingly into the boy’s eyes as he made love to Matt. Matt was aware John was making slow love, not rough and aggressive like usual. He had never experienced such intense, intimate sex with a guy. John smiled at him, ran his fingers across Matt’s forehead, clearing the locks of hair away. He cupped the boy’s jaw, his thumb caressing Matt’s cheek.

“You’re my handsome boy,” John whispered.

Matt caught his breath. This was very romantic and passionate; he’d never experience a romantic interlude with anyone. This is what it must feel like to be in a relationship or married.

Matt swallowed hard, caught up in the moment, he said. “I want to be your boy.”

“I like to hear you say that. It pleases me. Do you like pleasing me, Matt?”

Matt very much liked pleasing John.

“Yes, Sir. I do.”

“Good boy. I love making love to you, Matt,” John cooed.

Matt’s felt a twinge run up his spine. He stared into the man’s eyes. He was seeing John in a whole new light, a kind and gentle John, not the arrogant, demanding, condescending John he was used to. It was almost like as if John was falling in love with him.

“Oh God. I love you inside me, making love to your boy,” Matt said, breathy and needy.

“Yeah, babe. I love to be inside you.” John kissed him on the lips and then whispered into Matt’s ear, “Your pussy is so tight around your man’s cock.”

Matt felt his heart flutter. The warm, hushed voice of the older man in his ear sent more shivers through him. To be another man’s pussy was suddenly enticing to Matt. He like having a man. He wanted to belong to a man.

“Yeah? My pussy feels good. I want you inside me all the time.”

John smiled down at him, caressing the boy’s jaw. “I will be, Matt. I promise you that.”

“Yes...”

“Tell me you love me, Matt,” John said with love in his eyes.

Matt paused. “Tell him I love him? I don’t love him. Do I?” Matt thought. “I love him fucking me.  Maybe this was a test. He just told me he hated me thirty-minutes ago. But now, this is a John I actually like and could get used to being around more often. Shit.” Did Matt love John? Matt thought maybe he did.

“I love you, John,” he told the man.

“I want you, Matt. I want you so much. Would you be my boy all the time? Would you do everything I told you to do?”

Matt nodded his head. “Yes, John.”

“Would you trust me and never question me? I only want what I feel is best for you.”

“Of course, John. Anything you wanted.”

John smiled. “That’s my wrestler boy. I’m going to cum inside you, Matt,” he whispered. “I’m going to fill your beautiful ass with my cum.”

Then Matt felt the cock inside him expand. John kissed him again and made a small grunt. Matt felt the slow release of cum into his hole. They continued to make out as John continued to release his cum into Matt.

When John was spent, he stayed inside the kid. He rested his head against Matt’s thick neck. Matt could feel his chest rising and sinking.

“John?” Matt whispered, running his fingertips along the back of John’s shoulders.

“Yeah,” came a muffled answer.

“I don’t understand what’s happening, but I feel different. You feel different. What just happened.”

John lifted his head, went into a push up position looking down at Matt. “THAT’S loyalty, you little shit.” He pulled out of Matt, back off of him and sat on the edge of the bed.

Matt recoiled, confused at John’s sudden flip back to the old John, the abusive John.

“What?” Matt chuckled thinking John was just flirting. “That was amazing sex, dude. Like seriously romantic.”

“I know,” John answered bluntly.

“So, why now?”

“Because I can,” John answered bluntly with a shrug.

“Because you can?”

“I can do anything I want to you,” John said as he stood and reached down for his robe. “I can make you feel like a slut or make you feel like you’re in love.”

John was proving his point that he had control over Matt, make him do what John wanted, feel how John wanted him to feel, say what John wanted him to say.

Matt swallowed and cleared his throat. Suddenly, his feelings were hurt. His feelings were rarely hurt because he never bothered with caring about his or anyone else’s feelings “So, that was just...”

“An example of what I can to you?”

“I was going to say an act.”

John scoffed. “Of course, it was. I don’t love you anymore than you love me. But I made you feel like I did.”

Matt said there stunned. “Why are you fucking with my head?”

“Because you’re easy. You’re pretty but not that smart. You are so starved for attention. You need the approval of other men. You need to be validated. You need to be the center of attention. You drop your panties at the first compliment another hot guy pays you. You need ME.”

“I need you?”

“I give you all those things or else you wouldn’t keep coming back for more.”

Matt scoffed. “I come back because you’re hot.”

“You come back because you’re a slut who needs to be controlled,” John told him shaking his head.

Matt scooted off the end of the bed and stood up. “Listen, this slut shaming shit you’re doing isn’t working for me.”

John was cheering inside. He loved to see the muscle boy upset. Matt was learning what John expected and what their relationship is all about.

Matt picked up his singlet off the floor and untangled it.

John’s voice became stern. “Stop. We’re not done yet, fuck boy.”

Matt stopped at the stern words. “No. I’m done. You can jerk off with some other SLUT.”

John grabbed the singlet out of Matt’s hands and pulled. “I told you I’m getting my money’s worth out of you. Stop being a bitch. In fact, you’re staying the night.”

“You want me to stay the night?” Matt asked surprised. He let go of the singlet letting it snap into John’s hands. “You’ve never asked me to stay the night.”

“I’m not asking. I’m telling,” John said matter-of-factly.

“So, I have NO say in the matter? I have to stay the whole night or what? I leave and never come back?”

John shook his head in frustration. “Are you this stupid? What did we just talk about before this last fuck? I control you. You don’t ever have any say in anything we do. If I tell you that you’re staying the night, you’re staying the night. If I tell you to bend over and spread ass, you bend over and spread ass. You said you ‘saw me’ Were you lying to me?”

Matt backed down. He wasn’t stupid like John said he was. He knew John controlled everything. He was getting the feeling either he cooperates or risk not seeing John again.

“No. I’m sorry,” Matt said with remorse. “I understand. I didn’t mean to imply you weren’t in control. I want to still be your boy.”

“And you still want to be loyal to me. Correct?”

“Yes, John. Very loyal.”

“Care to prove it?” John asked with a raised eyebrow.

Matt was always up to prove himself. “I want to prove it to you, John. I want you to see I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

“Ok,” John said as he picked up the hotel phone.

Someone answered the call.  Matt watched in confusion.

“Hello Mr. Matthews. What can I do for you, Sir,” the man on the other side of the call said.

“Is this Aaron?” John asked as he turned to Matt and smiled smugly.

“What are you doing,” Matt whispered. But he was ignored.

“Yes, it is,” Aaron replied.

“Good. I see you’ve met my fuck-boy,” John said nonchalantly.

There was a short pause. “Why, yes Mr. Matthews. His name is Matt as I recall.”

“Yes. He told me about your little conversation at the desk.”

“Yes, Sir. It was very telling,” Aaron said, Matt could tell by his tone that he was smiling.

“Yes. Are you able to come to my room? I need your help with something.”

Matt became nervous at the sudden prospect of Aaron coming to the room.

Aaron paused again. “It just so happens I can. I’m the manager so I’m flexible.”

“Excellent. I’ll see you when you get here. WE’LL see you when you get here.”

John hung up the phone.

“What is going on?” Matt asked.

“Aaron is going to come up and I’m going to watch him fuck you.”

Matt’s jaw dropped. “What?”

“You heard me, fuck-boy. You’re proving your loyalty to me.”

“By letting a dude fuck me while you watch?”

John scoffed. “You just said an hour ago that you wanted him to fuck you. What’s the fucking problem?” he said in a raised voice.

Matt recoiled at the loud tone. “I know. I just didn’t see this coming.”

There was a knock on the door. As John turned to open it, he said, “Get used to it.”