Kept

Matt Lane’s cell chimed a text message. He knew who it was because he assigned this guy his own unique sound text tone.

JOHN- I’M IN TOWN

-hey

JOHN-  I HAVE MEETNGS UNTIL 3:00

-Ok. I have practice until 4:00

JOHN-  COME OVER WHEN YOUR DONE

-Hyatt?

JOHN-  AS ALWAYS

-see you at 4:00

JOHN-  COME STRAIGHT HERE. DON’T CHANGE OUT OF YOUR GEAR.

-ok

As much as John’s texts made Matt horny as fuck, Matt always felt a little anxious in the pit of his stomach. He never intended for this to become a regular thing. This whole booty-call-from-a-married-dude situation wasn’t supposed to be a regular thing. Hell, Matt never expected it to happen in the first place. He didn’t even like the guy that much, he was a snob and condescending, but he was hot, and the sex was so dope! Up until Matt met John, he had only experimented with a few dudes. He knew he was definitely into guys but being a closeted jock in college from a conservative Christian family meant he wouldn’t be coming out anytime soon if he wanted his parents to keep paying for his off-campus apartment. He wanted to move out of the frat so he could hook up with dudes in private. His parents also paid for his car, and expenses. Tuition wasn’t an issue since he was there on a wrestling scholarship. So, being on the downlow was the way it had to be. Matt supposed finding a married man with a wife and kid is the perfect scenario for him, for the both of them.

Wrestling practice was grueling and Matt was pinned by this fucking kid in his weight class who he really hated. His name was Stone Manning of all things, “overcompensating much,” Matt thought the first time he hard the name. Stone was cocky, arrogant, snarky, a little dickish, and that was Matt’s game. Maybe that’s why Matt hated Stone because they were too much alike. There was always a lot of stink-eye going on between them, smirks when one of them made a mistake. The other problem too was Stone was fucking gorgeous, so he had the goods to back up his obnoxious personality. Matt always thought that asshole could pull off a singlet like no other. Well, no other except Matt if he did say so himself. Matt was beautiful in his own right. Tall, built with broad muscular shoulders and back, a tiny waist and a high bubbled ass that hung from his lower back like a shelf. His singlet molded to his abs and his ass. But Stone’s wrestler’s body, plump fucking ass in that skintight spandex made Matt’s dick twitch and his hole quiver.

Anyway, Matt was distracted today because all he could think about was meeting up with John after practice. Every time he got down on the mat with Stone, Matt was losing points left and right. During the last match, Stone had Matt on his back. Stone was straddling Matt’s chest and his massive muscular arms pushed down on Matt’s shoulders to the mat for the pin.

The whistle blew but Stone stared down at Matt with a smirk. “Bitch,” he said quietly so only Matt could hear.

“Fuck. You,” Matt said back in the same tone.

Stone guffawed with a sneer. “You wish, pretty boy. You wish.”

Matt was seething as he bucked up and threw Stone off of him. Stone performed a roll and jumped to his feet in one fluid motion. Usually, a guy would hold out a hand to help his teammate up, but Stone made a short hissing noise dissing Matt with a shake of his head and walked away.

Coach Bradley jogged out to the matt and helped Matt up.

“Lane, what’s up with you today. He left himself open so many times you should have pinned him in under a fucking minute.”

“I know,” Matt said in an irritated tone that told Coach his criticism bothered the kid. “You don’t need to tell me that.” He stood in front of the man with a wide stance, his ripped, muscular arms folded over his chest.

“Apparently, I do,” said the Coach. He put pointed his index finger in the middle between Matt’s pumped-up chest and lowered his voice. “And drop that fucking attitude. It’s bad enough I have two of you assholes on the team. Lucky that you and Manning are the best I got, or else you’d be off the fucking team. Now, get off my mat and get the hell out of here.”

Matt watched Coach walk away as he marched towards Stone. Coach Bradley was a stud and Matt loved to watch him walk away. He was in his mid-thirties and still had his college body from his wrestling days. He always wore a ball cap, a tight, white polo and either tight joggers or a snug pair of shorts with the college logo on the right leg. The man was handsome in a rugged, outdoorsy way; he always a little scruff on his square jaw. He had a plum ass and great hamstrings and calves.

Matt could tell from their body language it looked like they were having the exact same conversation he and Coach just had. Stone standing like a defiant superhero with his arms folded defensively over his chest. His body was tense, and he was flexing all the muscle in his body to show dominance. His gray singlet molded over his shredded quads and his muscular ass. Matt kicked himself for ogling the asshole. It seemed like Coach’s hand gestures were more animated now. He continually jammed his finger into Stone’s chest. They were almost nose to nose, and Coach’s baritone voice was so quiet that only Stone could hear. Coach was really chewing him a new asshole. Stone’s face looked like he was furious, but he just stood there, clenching that fucking beautiful lantern jaw with a scowl on his face. Coach stopped talking and put his hands on his hips and stood there staring into Stone’s eyes like he was waiting for him to say something. Stone shrugged his shoulders while looking in Matt’s direction. Coach put his hand on Stone’s jaw and in a snap, turned it away from Matt. He continued to say something while shaking his head in frustration. Then Stone’s demeanor changed. His body slumped and his face looked surprised, and he let out an audible, “No! You can’t!” before he quickly turned to look at the team, looked embarrassed, nervous, and then started to whisper frantically to Coach who was now crossing his arms over his big chest. They quietly exchanged conversation before Stone finally had a look that was apologetic on his handsome face. He was nodding his head as Coach said one last thing before turning and walking off. Stone stayed perfectly still while watching him walk away. He stared for a long time, the look on his face was a mixture of worry and fear. After a few seconds, he turned, looked at Matt, scowled at him and tromped off to the locker room.

“You think Coach threatened to kick him off the team?” Matt heard one of his teammates say to another.

“I hope so,” came a vindictive reply. “Hate that dude.”

Matt got in his truck and headed to the Hyatt downtown. His sweaty body had dried but he still smelled a little bit of musk. As he got closer to the hotel, his cock grew stiff in his spandex singlet. His jock strap was straining to contain his cock but then it didn’t help when he kept rubbing it.

John texted him the room number while he was parking. Matt couldn’t help but snicker sometimes. He knew John was using a fake name. There was just something about John that was very mysterious, he was very secretive with Matt. All Matt knew was that he was married, had a kid, had a very high paying job in the seven-figures and looked hot in a suit. So, John telling his college fuck-boy his full name was probably not going to happen. Matt was very picky about his hook ups. He usually kept to guys around his own age, and always muscular, athletic, attractive guys. That’s why he liked John, even though John was older than he was used to, in his mid to late thirties, rich and hot as hell. Matt liked the fine lines beginning to form on Johns face, the little smile lines around his eyes, although, he never smiled much around Matt. Their hook ups were a serious thing for John. These business trips were his only time away from the wife and he never wasted a single second getting down to the business of fucking. Matt also liked him because John was dominate, forceful, sometimes aggressive. John took what he wanted, no questions asked and that was appealing to Matt. One would think he wouldn’t like a dude to be more alpha than himself but for some reason he loved it.

Matt felt weird walking through the big lobby dressed in a tight t-shirt over his skintight, gray spandex singlet, and his wrestling shoes. He felt like all eyes were on him, but he knew it wasn’t a bad thing. He had a gorgeous body, and he was showing it off. He walked past the front desk and caught the eye of the front desk employee, a tall, muscle-bound guy with jet black hair who looked to be in his mid twenties. He was hot and his body was amazing. His uniform fit snug. The sleeves tight around his bulging biceps and cut triceps. The guy looked up and saw Matt, raised an eyebrow with a knowing smirk on his face.

“Can I help you?” the guy asked, catching Matt’s attention.

Matt stopped. No one had ever stopped him before when he came here.

“Oh, no. Thanks. I’m here... to see a friend.” He smiled at the guy and saw his name tag said AARON. “Aaron,” he added after making a point of looking closely at the name tag. All Matt could think about was what this guy would look like naked in bed.

Aaron nodded. “Can I ask who?”

Matt froze. Why was he asking? “Why do you want to know?”

Aaron’s gaze moved down Matt’s body, referencing his attire.

“I just came from wrestling practice.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow. “So, who are you seeing again.”

Matt looked at the guy, he was getting irritated with him. Matt’s demeanor changed. “Why do you need to know, AARON?”

“We like to keep our guests safe,” he responded.

“Safe? What the fuck does that mean?”

“Sir, if you could just tell me which guest you are here to see, I’ll let you be on your way.”

Matt looked at him defiantly. “Room 1604. His name is John.”

Aaron’s big fingers flew across the keyboard. He scanned the screen and nodded his head. “Yes, John Matthews.”

Matt smiled. John’s last name was Matthews?

“See I told you,” Matt said with a sneer.

Aaron continued to scan Matt. Matt stared back like it was a challenge. “I know you are always here when Mr. Matthews is in town.”

“You do?”

“I’m here a lot,” Aaron said.

“Huh,” Matt said with a slow nod.

“I’ve never seen you... dressed like this.”

Matt stared at him with a cocky smirk. This kid thought Matt was a rent boy he thought. Matt was flattered.

“Yeah, well. I’m not always coming from wrestling practice. Don’t usually go out in public in skintight spandex.”

Aaron smirked. “Not unless someone told you to.”

Matt looked at him knowing Aaron knew there was something going on in that room. The difference was Aaron though Matt was getting paid to be in that room and Matt knew it was just a harmless hook up with a hot married dude.

Cat’s out of the bag, Matt thought. “Mr. Matthews likes sports,” Matt said with a wink.

“So do a lot of guys,” Aaron replied with a knowing stare.

God this guy was hot to Matt. He leaned forward over the desk. “Do YOU like sports, Aaron?”

“You bet I do,” he said quietly yet forcefully.

“Do you like college wrestling?”

Aaron nodded. “I like college WRESTLERS.”

Matt’s asshole puckered. “You should come,” Matt said with a long pause, “to see me in a meet.”

Aaron paused with a big grin on his face. “I’d love to... come.”

Matt’s cock was getting stiff at all the sexual innuendo. “I’d like that. Makes me feel WARM inside.”

Aaron laughed.  He looked around the area to make sure no one was walking around in ear shot. “I’m going to fuck that jock pussy and then fill it up with my boys.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “You look like you can get the job done.”

“You look like you can take it.”

Matt grinned. “I’m about to take it right now, as soon as I get upstairs.”

Aaron nodded. “Enjoy your stay, Sir.”

Matt started to walk away before he turned. “It’s Matt by the way.”

“Enjoy your stay, Matt.”

Matt finally got to the correct floor and knocked on John’s door. A few seconds later, he heard the chain lock siding and the door opened. Very quickly, John pulled Matt in. John stuck his head out of the door and looked down both ends of the hall to make sure no one saw Matt come into his room. When he knew the close was clear, he shut the door and double locked it. Again, Matt chuckled to himself, amused at how paranoid the married man was of getting caught fucking some college kid.

“Anyone see you?” John asked him.

Matt scoffed, shrugged, and sarcastically said, “Yeah, dude. Like, everyone in the lobby.”

John looked at him sternly and then shook his head, very frustrated with the kid. “Christ,” he said under his breath as he turned away. “Little prick.”

Matt turned one side of his mouth up and shrugged one shoulder towards it. “I don’t know what to tell, dude.”

John turned around. “I meant; did you see anyone you knew?”

Matt looked at him strangely. “I’ll be getting to know Aaron at the front desk,” he said with a cocky smirk.

“Aaron at the front desk?” John asked suddenly curious.

“You know, the big muscle boy, dark hair, cleft in his chin. Big arms.”

“Yes,” John said with irritation. “I know the one.”

“He just came onto me in the lobby.”

“What? He did? What did he say?”

Matt shrugged. “Something about fucking my jock pussy and then filling it with his boys.”

John was visibly upset.

“What’s wrong now?” Matt asked after an eyeroll.

“Matt, I stay here when I’m in town. I don’t need anyone knowing I have a fuck-boy up here.”

“Dude don’t worry about it. You can’t tell me who I can fuck when you’re not here. I see you like two or three times a month. This dude will fuck me whenever.” Matt paused; he was angry. “Why the fuck is everyone up in my shit today?”

“Never mind,” John growled. “Why are you such a bitch today?”

Matt didn’t like it when John called him a bitch, at least outside of sex.

Matt sat down on the bed and leaned back supporting himself on pumped up arms, putting his body on display. “I had a rough practice.”

John took off his Rolex and set it down on the dresser. He began to unbutton his shirt cuffs. The whole time not even looking up to acknowledge Matt. Matt liked to watch the man undress. He was slow and methodical as to not wrinkle his five-thousand-dollar suit and three-hundred-dollar, stark white dress shirt.

Matt noticed the silence and continued to watch. “Aren’t you going to ask why?”

“Nope,” John answered bluntly.

Matt flinched. “Wow,” he said with sarcasm.

John took off his navy-blue tie and folded it neatly. “I’m not your boyfriend, Matt. You’re my fuck-boy. I don’t care about anything but fucking you.”

Matt stared at him and then nodded his head once in respect. After all, that’s exactly what Matt was to John, a hot eighteen-year-old fuck-boy. Matt figured the man knew what he wanted and took it. He wasn’t there for anything else and was up front about it. Matt respected that. It was the perfect arrangement for himself as well.

“Fine, sorry,” Matt said like one would say ‘well, excuse me’ mockingly.

“Why is your shirt still on?“ John asked monotone, pulling his own shirt tales out of his pants and taking it off. Again, not even looking at the eighteen-year-old. He put the shirt on a hanger.

Matt rolled his eyes and whipped the t-shirt off revealing his smooth muscular torso, the spandex straps covering his nipples, snaking they way up his chest and over his bulbous shoulders. Usually there was a lot less talk and a lot more action during these hook ups. In fact, they had probably talked more in the last ten-minutes than ever before.

“Lay back,” John ordered.

Matt lay back on the pillow, his head resting on one of his forearms. He was posing like a centerfold. The wrestler looked sexy as hell.

John turned toward him and snapped a picture with his phone.

Matt sat up startled. “Hey, dude! The fuck are you doing? Delete that!”

“Don’t worry, fuck-boy. I cut your head off,” John said very passe’.

“Why did you take a picture of me?”

John looked at the pic and seemed satisfied with it. “Because I need something to jerk off to at home.”

“So, you’re going to jerk off to a picture of me?” Matt reiterated. “Weird, dude.”

John unbuckled his belt and let the pants fall to floor and stepped out of them, revealing his beautiful tan muscular legs. He looked at Matt and scoffed. “Please. If you had a picture of me, you'd be fingering yourself all fucking day."

Ok, he wasn't lying Matt thought. “Is that why you had me wear my gear?”

John looked at him like he was stupid. “What do you think? You’re a fucking collegiate wrestler with a jacked body. That I’m fucking. Of course, it is. This is what I want to see when I jerk off.”

“Can I have a picture of you then?” Matt asked in return.

John looked at him intensely like he was thinking. After a few seconds he shrugged his shoulders and said, “Why not. Be sure to cut off my head,” he warned the kid. He handed Matt his phone. Matt took a picture of him and then texted it to himself. John took the phone, checked the pic to make sure he wasn’t identifiable and then deleted it. “You use it to jerk off and that’s it, frat boy. Nothing else. Don’t show it to anyone. Understand?”

“Yes.”

John looked at him with suspicion. “Matt...”

Matt heard the serious tone and answered like a typical teenager reassuring his father he wouldn’t drink at the party.

“Yes! Gawd-Dah!”

“Good boy,” John said and tossed Matt a bottle of lube. “You know the drill. Lube up.”

Matt stood up and slid off his singlet and tossed it aside. He sat back down on the bed, laid back and spread his legs. As if he’d done it a hundred times, he coated his fingers and rubbed the lube around on his hole before pushing in. He threw his head back and said, “Ahhhhh.” He loved stuff in his ass. He slowly fingered himself.

John couldn’t help but watch the wrestler pleasure himself in preparation for his cock. The big muscular teenager was sexy as fuck, his big smooth body, jacked and tan, his big wrestler’s legs spread wide, his masculine hands fingering his tight hole and loving every second of it. He especially loved Matt’s voice. It was low and when he yelled during sex it truly sounded like a typical bro with a lot of “dude” and “bro.” It took John back to his own college days when he fucked around with frat brothers in his room.

John was naked now; his big dick was thick and hard as steel. He reached down and gave his cock a nice strong tug. His eyes focused on Matt’s. They started at each other, taken in by the other’s masculine beauty.

“That’s right, frat boy. Dig in there. Get it wet for me,” John growled.

Matt loved John’s growly fuck-talk. It made him want to get pounded so bad.

“That’s enough,” John told him and took the bottle of lube away. He scooted up between Matt’s legs. He leaned over to the side-table and set down the lube. He took a bottle of poppers that was sitting next to it. He opened the cap and lowered it to Matt’s nose. He lay a finger on the kid’s left nostril, closing it off, and held the bottle under his right.

“Deep breath in,” he said.

Matt, like so many other times before, breathed in hard through his nose. The effect hit him immediately and his head spun. Quickly, John switched sides and Matt breathed in again.

Matt shook his head and said, “Whoo! Fuck, that’s great.”

John took a hit himself and then set the bottle down on the table. Then he got right to work. He scooted up while he lifted Matt’s legs up. He aimed his cock at the tight hole and slid it in without stopping.

Matt caught his breath, closed his eyes, and squinted. “Fuuuuuuck,” he moaned, half in pain, half in pleasure. The poppers were doing their job. Matt was loose and pliable.

John watched the boy’s face and John dropped his jaw; his mouth open in concentration as he watched the kid. He was transfixed by the kid’s handsome model-like features contorting as Matt felt John’s cock burrow in.

“Breathe,” John told him.

Matt didn’t reply. He just took short, teeth clenching hisses out his mouth. His fists were clenched as he grabbed two fists full of sheet. John slid out to the tip and then pushed back in making Matt tense up again.

“Breathe,” John said again. He watched a look of defiance on Matt’s face appear. He gave the kid a look that said, “Don’t be a little bitch, Matt.”

“I am breathing,” Matt said through clenched teeth. “You’re fucking huge.” Matt now felt like the poppers weren’t doing their job.

“Just shut up and breathe. Don’t be a little bitch.”

“I’M NOT A...”

But Matt lost his voice as John was impatient and started a rapid fuck into Matt’s ass, not worried about the consequences for Matt.

Matt’s eyes bugged out, his mouth opened wide, and he screamed out. “GOD DAMN IT! I FUCKING HATE YOU, DUDE! YOU KNOW THAT?”

That actually made John excited. He loved the kid’s defiance. It was hot knowing the kid was trying to be so alpha while not trying to be a little bitch at the same time.

“Well, I’m not too fond of you either,” John snarled as he put Matt’s ankles on his own shoulders and bent forward, sending Matt’s fuckable ass up and his knees to his ears.

“Oh, FUCK!” Matt struggled to say, his voice strained from being bent into a pretzel. Matt admitted he liked this position; it was very submissive, and it meant John’s face was close to his own. He could smell the man’s aftershave, woodsy and masculine. The man’s blue eyes so serious and focused on his own.

“You like getting fucked, frat-boy? Huh? You like this,” John said in very quick short whispers over and over. “You like my cock in your ass, wrestler-boy? Do you?”

Matt’s face was beet-red, his eyes watering, all he could do was grunt. John LOVED when the wrestler grunted. It sounded so animalistic and primitive.

“Still hate me, bitch? Still hate me?” John spat as he spoke.

Matt did hate him but only because John made him feel like such a slut. He grunted an unrecognizable word.

“Good. I fucking want you to hate me. You fucking pussy.” John bit his bottom lip and kept up the onslaught. “I fucking hate you too, entitled fuck-head. I fuck you because you’re the hottest guy I know. If not for that, I wouldn’t give your used up ass another look. You’re a fucking asshole, kid.”

Matt caught his breath and managed to squeeze out, “Takes one... to know one... fucker.”

John grinned at that. The kid had balls. Yeah, the kid was an arrogant prick, but he was so fucking perfect in every way except his personality.

“Touché,” John said ramping up some solid slams. John knew himself was an asshole, but he didn’t get to where he was today at his age by being nice. He married for money, he fucked for sport. He started his own Fortune 500 company at twenty-eight. He got his wife pregnant to check the box to secure her parent’s money. She was a bitch. But always knew he would be fucking dudes on the side for the rest of his life.

The animosity John and Matt had towards each other made the sex extra intense. For some reason, the two men fucked but knew they hated each other at the same time. They both despised the other’s arrogant, condescending attitude. But it also was a competition to see who could outlast the other. But it was always a tie.

John eased up, sat back, and lifted Matt’s legs off his shoulders and held them out. “Hold out your legs. Come on, do it. Hold them out like a whore.”

Matt sneered up at him and accepted the challenge. He grabbed his own ankles and then inched his fingers up and took a hold of his toes and slowly stretched his legs out farther, the muscles corded on his hamstrings. His calf muscles stretched. He was biting his bottom lip but smirking at the same time as if to tell John “How’s this for whore?”

John took a deep sigh, dick throbbed inside the kid’s hole as he watched the wrestler wishbone out as if to challenge the man. God, John loved that. He’s had other fuck-boys that were slutty but this took the cake.

“You fucking whore,” John growled. “You fucking slutty whore.”

Matt loved it when John called his degrading names during sex. He just looked at John with a cocky grin. Matt pursed his lips in an air-kiss up at John. It was a taunt. This stud was on his back, legs spread with a dude’s cock in him, and he was taunting his fucker.

“Cunt,” John said and then he railed the ass under him. It jerked Matt back and forth, his head hitting the headboard in loud thumps. But because of his flexibility and his athleticism, he held on tight to his toes, kept his legs spread and relaxed his hole. He lay there and took in the euphoria of the fuck.

“Fuck me hard, you prick,” Matt taunted. “Fuck me like you know you want to.”

That spurred the older man on. His face was just as red, and he was sweating.

“Son-of-a-bitch,” John grumbled. “You fucking hot bitch.”

John fucked the kid with abandon. Deep down, he thought the kid was a perfectly good waste of a gorgeous body. He wished the kid wasn’t so pompous, self-important, condescending. If he wasn’t, he might be a good choice for a kept-boy, one step above of being a fuck-boy. A boy to take care of in the city, someone he could escape to, and spend time with, get away from his bitch of a wife and her family. A kid like Matt to cuddle up with, feel his hard body next to his. Feel what it would be like to be an open gay man for once, even if he was basically paying for the attention, he didn’t care if it was with a beautiful man like Matt. This is what John really wanted but knew it could never happen. He buried it deep in the recesses of his mind. No, he would have to settle for fuck-boys, and he would have to settle for getting by with just fucking Matt and nothing else.

“Come on, big man. You’re in a stud wrestler’s hole. Every dude wants that. You know you can go harder. You know I can take harder,” Matt rumbled. “Show me you’re a man and not some closet case pussy.”

John abruptly stopped and looked down. “What did you just say?” His voice was stern.

“You heard me,” Matt replied.

“God, I hate you,” John said with disdain. “I fucking hate you.”

That made Matt ravenous inside. Piss the man off, he’ll treat Matt like shit even more. That equals hate sex. Hate sex was the best.

“I fucking hate you too,” Matt answered matter-of-factly. “Now hate fuck me or get out of me.”

John’s temper flared. He pulled out of the wrestler’s ass. This surprised Matt. John wrestled the wrestler on to his stomach and rammed his cock in. Matt screamed bloody murder into the mattress. John just flexed his muscles and long dicked the perfect ass under him. He could tell Matt was trying to push himself up on his elbows, but John clamped down on the back of Matt’s head and smushed it into the mattress.

“Stay down, bitch.”

Suddenly, Matt was starting to think he had pushed to far. The man was actually snarling like a dog attacking it’s prey.

“Why?” John growled. “Why are you this way?”

Matt heard him but didn’t know what the fuck he meant. The man continued to fuck and talk.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” John said. “You don’t have to be this way.”

One side of Matt’s face was crushed in the mattress. The other was looking up, trying to see his fucker. What the fuck was this guy’s problem. They had been fucking for months and never heard him say shit like this.

Matt grabbed John’s wrist of the hand on his head and pulled it off. He raised his head and looked back. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

John roared in anger. He pulled out abruptly leaving Matt shocked and confused. He took Matt’s arm and hauled him off the bed and onto the floor, landing the kid on his stomach.

“Dude!” Matt yelped.

John dived down on top of the wrestler cock first and shoved in. Matt screamed out again and this time tried to crawl away.

“No! No, you don’t. I’m taking you down,” John said as he reached forward, took both of Matt’s wrists and brought them back behind Matt’s lower back and held them there so Matt couldn’t get away. Matt’s arms behind his back, John’s heart revved as he watched the muscles in the kid’s back pump up and down as he struggled.

“John!”

“No. Nuh uh. You don’t get to talk. I’M the one in control here. You understand me, princess? You don’t get to fucking say anything.” John continued to fuck. “You get to shut your whore mouth, open your whore legs, and take a real man’s cock like you have a pussy? Nod your head if you understand.”

Matt listened and was for the first time in a long time, intimidated and scared. He was shocked and lay still. He didn’t want to answer.

“I said, nod your fucking head if you understand you piece of shit!”

Matt quickly nodded his head.

“Good boy,” Matt said before he yanked his cock out of the wrestler. “Get up!” he bellowed as he took the kids elbow and lifted him up. He shoved Matt to the desk in front of the wall mirror hanging over it. It was a huge mirror, tall to the ceiling, wide as the desk, possibly five-feet. Matt slammed into it with a thump, John bent him over and drilled into the ass again. Matt’s mouth opened wide, and his eyes squeezed shut.

“Open your fucking eyes, boy!” John yelled at him.

Matt opened his eyes. He saw himself, helpless bent over, his face about two feet from the mirror. His arms were pumped and red. His corded neck muscles strained. His face was red, he was sweaty, and he had a broken blood vessel in his right eye.

“Look at yourself!” John told him.

Matt continued to look at his own face, not so handsome at the moment with sweaty hair, flushed skin, and one blood-red eye.

“See that face. That’s your face. That’s your arrogant fucking face. Now, look at me.”

Matt moved his gaze up to John’s reflection. “This is the face that controls you. This is the face that you see when you jerk off in your fucking little studio apartment. This is the face you see when some other musclebound dumbass  jock is fucking you. This is the face that you WILL NOT disrespect like you’ve already done tonight. You hear me? You see me, now? DO. YOU. SEE. ME. NOW?”

Matt saw the determination and drive in the married man’s face. This man was serious. He was intimidating and Matt didn’t like to be intimidated. That’s what Matt did. He intimidated others. But John, he was different. For the first time Matt DID see him now. He realized that these hook ups were a truly serious thing for the man. John probably counted the days until they could have sex. Hell, did John even come into town on business or was he making an excuse to fuck? Matt saw that John’s life sucked. John needed to control things to make up for things he COULDN’T control, and that thing was Matt. Matt was John’s outlet. Matt realized that he had taken his freedom to fuck for granted because he could find sex any time that he wanted it. But John, he had to plan for it and sneak around doing it.

Quietly, Matt’s voice was hoarse and shaky when he squeaked out, “I see you.”

John had a look of extremely satisfaction on his face and also a look of pride. And it made him tense up, throw his head back, and howl as he emptied the contents of his balls into his fuck-boy’s ass. Matt watched him in awe, roaring like a lion, breeding, spreading his seed. Matt felt used, abused, cheap, objectified... pinned down. For the second time today, the muscular wrestler was pinned down. He liked it.

Matt took great satisfaction in seeing John being pleased. When John pulled out, Matt almost didn’t want him to. John was breathing hard, his chest heaving. He stepped back, his hands on his hips. Then he bent forward, his hands on his knees, looking like a marathoner at the finish line. He stood up and walked around in circles catching his breath. He turned and faced the window, looking out over the city view, panting.

Matt slowly stood up; his body was sore. His ass stung. His breathing was labored. He cleared his throat a few times and felt the rasping burn inside his throat. He looked over at the back of John. Both were silent.

“Go shower,” John said quietly with his back still turned toward Matt.

Without even thinking, Matt replied, “Yes, Sir.” He made his way to the bathroom.

John heard the shower come on. He glanced over his shoulder and then back out the window. A slight smile appearing on his face. For the first time in a while, he felt truly in control. He’d almost tamed a wild beast of a boy; an alpha wolf had been dominated and turned submissive.