Fiction: Mind Forged Manacles part 2

[kethni]

Name: Mind-Forged Manacles part 2
Pairing: Matt/Nathan, Matt/Peter
Rating: Hard 18
Warning: Adult language, explicit non-con/dub-con sex, psychological abuse, death of a secondary character.
Notes: I say ‘non-con’ but I’m aware that I have a different classification to a lot of people so I’ve labelled non/dub to cover all bases.

Matt’s knife scrapes butter across his toast and Nathan shudders.

“Can you please do that more quietly?”

“I’m sorry,” Matt says penitently and crunches a bite.

“Do you know what happened to my watch? The Rolex.”

“No.”

Nathan rubs his forehead. “What are you planning on doing today?” he tries.

“Not much.”

“But there must be something. Play games, exercise, watch TV... go out?” Nathan suggests.

Matt looks at him and shrugs. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“There’s a sale on at the big toy store, you could get something for Molly. I’d be happy to send it on.”

“I have no idea what she’d want,” Matt says quietly. “I’d get something she wouldn’t like and that’d be worse than sending nothing.”

Nathan takes a sip of coffee. “She’d appreciate the thought.”

“No she wouldn’t,” Matt says flatly. “She’s a kid. Kids don’t think like that. She’d be upset and hurt that I got her something she didn’t like.”

“Ring her and ask.”

“Sir, no thank you I don’t want to buy Molly some shiny toy in lieu of being an actual parent.”

“Is that what you think?” Nathan asks. “That you’re not being a real parent to her?”

“It’s what I know,” Matt says.

“I can’t have her living here,” Nathan says. “The precautions I’d have to take would make your lives intolerable.”

Matt grinds his teeth. “I wouldn’t want her living here.”

“Why not?”

Matt looks at him calmly. “Because I don’t want my little girl to see what I have to do to keep her safe,” he says.

“No,” Nathan says quietly. “I suppose not.”

“Peter came by,” Matt says.

“What?” Nathan says coldly.

Matt takes a sip of coffee. “Peter dropped by last night. I asked him to make sure you were okay while I got a blanket but he was just talking and talking.”

Nathan sits back in his chair. “I see.”

Matt covers his mouth. “Oh, he asked me not to say. He thought you’d be embarrassed.”

“Oh I bet he did,” Nathan growls. “I won’t mention it to him.”

“I’m sorry if I...”

“No,” Nathan says firmly. “I want you to be honest with me, even about Peter, especially about Peter.” He gives Matt’s hand a brief, awkward pat. “I don’t want us to be at odds Matt.”

Matt smiles thinly.

“I really didn’t have any sort of ulterior agenda for suggesting that we go out last night,” Nathan says focusing on his toast. “I am a little concerned that you don’t seem to have been out much recently.”

Matt raises an eyebrow and looks Nathan over. “Sir?”

“It doesn’t seem entirely... healthy for you to be here on your own so much,” Nathan says looking up. “Are you finding it stressful to be outside?”

“No, Sir.”

“There’s no shame if you are. You’ve had a very stressful year and it’s understandable there would be repercussions.” Nathan pushes his plate away. “I can get you a very good therapist.”

Matt chokes back laughter. “That’s not necessary, thank you.”

“Don’t laugh at me,” Nathan says coldly. “I’m trying to meet you halfway, Matt. Have the decency to do the same.”

“Please don’t put me in the head harness again,” Matt says quietly.

“It’s not a punishment,” Nathan insists. “You can trust me Matt. I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Please,” Matt says again. “Not the head harness.”

“But I keep you safe, even when you’re in it I keep you safe.”

Matt slams his hand against the table and then covers his eyes. “I hate it. I hate the harness. Please don’t use it again. Please don’t.”

Nathan moves his chair nearer to Matt’s and tentatively puts a hand on Matt’s shoulder. Matt jerks at his touch. “Alright, alright, I won’t put you in the head harness again.”

“Thank you.”

“I didn’t realise you felt so strongly about it,” Nathan says, squeezing Matt’s shoulder.

Matt shrugs his shoulder out from under Nathan’s hand. “What’re you going to do?”

“Do?” Nathan asks, moving his chair away.

“To punish me.”

Nathan pours himself another cup of coffee. “I don’t know. I’ll have to think about.”



Nathan looks up as the muscular, suited man walks into his office.

“Did we have an appointment?”

“No senator, but I thought you’d want to know: Mr Parkman left the apartment this morning.”

Nathan sits up knits his fingers together. “He did? What did he do; go to the park?”

“No, not so far. He’s been to a couple of jewellers, some street traders, a bar, and the zoo.”

“A bar?” Nathan asks. “Which bar?”

“O’Rourke’s, senator. It’s uh... not a salubrious place.”

Nathan drums his fingers on the table. “Not salubrious how? Is it a strip bar, a gay bar, what?”

“Nothing like that senator, it’s mostly petty criminals who drink there.”

Nathan blinks at him. “Petty criminals? Why would an ex-police officer choose that kind of place to drink?”

“I couldn’t say.”



Soft music is playing when Nathan walks in the front door. He hangs up his jacket and takes off his shoes. When he walks into the living room Matt is waiting.

“Good evening Matt,” Nathan says as he pushes down his shorts and trousers.

“Sir.”

Nathan sits back, picks up his glass of whiskey, and closes his eyes. His body jerks slightly as Matt licks his balls and underside of his cock.

“That’s good,” he murmurs. “You’re a good boy.” His free hand finds Matt’s face and strokes into his hair.



Matt sits down and takes a sip of his wine.

“How is it?” Nathan asks.

“Uh, it’s fine, thank you.”

Nathan unfolds the napkin and spreads it across his lap. “There’s a hockey game tomorrow. I’ve bought us tickets.”

Matt pauses, his knife halfway through his slice of salmon. “Hockey?”

“You like hockey don’t you?”

“I love hockey,” Matt says honestly. “I didn’t think you did.”

Nathan shakes his head. “I’m always interested in trying new things.”

“Thank you very much,” Matt says uncertainly.

Nathan flashes a bright, brief smile. “Good.”



“I thought we’d try something different,” Nathan says unlocking the dungeon door.

“Oh.”

“I hope it’s a good thing,” Nathan says mildly.

Matt wanders over to the bed and examines the fresh new bedding.

“Lie down, see if it’s comfortable,” Nathan urges.

Matt gives him a look and then undresses and lies down. “Is this a new mattress? When did that happen?”

“This morning while you were out,” Nathan says. “It’s all right. I was relieved to know you’d gone out. I’ve been worried about you.”

Matt sits up and watches him as he carries things over to the bed.

“Lie down, Matt, you’ll spoil the surprise.”

“I hate surprises,” Matt says quietly, lying down.

“This is a good surprise,” Nathan promises. “Close your eyes.”

“It’s not going to hurt is it?”

Nathan sighs and runs a hand along Matt’s leg. “No, it’s not going to hurt. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Matt flinches a little as Nathan carefully eases a blindfold over his eyes.

“What did you do today, Matt?” Nathan asks conversationally, wrapping padding around Matt’s ankles and wrists. “Anything fun?”

“I... went to the zoo?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re getting nervous, Matt, I can hear it in your voice. There’s no need to be nervous.” Nathan picks up the heavy chains and fastens them around Matt’s ankles. “Just takes slow, regular breaths.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright. Just try to relax and enjoy yourself,” Nathan says moving up by Matt’s head to chain his wrists.

“Enjoy myself?” Matt asks.

“I’ve neglected you.” Nathan straddles Matt and leans down to breathe hot air over his neck and then down over his stomach.

Matt gasps and tenses before relaxing.

Nathan bites down his body slowly. He soaks a silk handkerchief into a cup of warm water and touches the warm, wet material to Matt’s testicles.

Matt cries out and bucks up.

“Do you like that, Matt?” he asks, stroking the warm material around and around then over Matt’s cock and down again.

Matt squirms on the bed, panting and groaning.

“If you were happier I could do this more often for you. Would you like that?”

Nathan moves the cloth away and Matt subsides.

“I’d like it if you were happier,” Nathan says reaching for an ice-cube. He sucks on the ice cube and then draws his tongue over Matt’s nipples.

Matt throws back his head.

Nathan draws the ice-cube over Matt’s chest, down the inside of his thighs, then up to the side of his neck and his earlobes.

“Does that feel good, Matt?”

Matt groans and bucks.

“Would you like to come?” Nathan puts the ice cube aside and dries his hands on a towel.

“P...please.”

Nathan opens a tube of scented lube and tips it onto his fingers. He strokes Matt’s testicles with his fingertips and then strokes Matt’s cock with easy strokes.

Matt comes quickly, semen splattering over them both.

Nathan washes and dries his hands.

“What do you say, Matt?” Nathan asks.

“Thank you,” Matt whispers.

Nathan smiles and tips more lube into his palm. He warms it between his hands. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Matt shifts on the bed and lets out a sleepy breath.

“Stay awake for me, Matt,” Nathan says, preparing him slowly. He straddles Matt and enters him carefully. “Are you awake?”

“Yes,” Matt murmurs, flinching and shifting.

“Don’t fight me, Matt,” Nathan purrs, increasing speed. “Good boy, there’s a good boy. Take it, take it.”



“Why don’t you come and sit in the living room?” Nathan suggests as he shuts the dungeon door.

“Sir?” Matt asks.

Nathan turns and shrugs. “Would it kill you to be sociable for once?”

“If that’s what you want.”

Nathan brushes his fingers through Matt’s hair. “I’d like it, yes.”

“Can I shower first?”

“Be quick about it.”



Matt stands uncertainly in the doorway. Nathan looks up from the files across his lap and nods.

“Don’t hover, Matt. Get yourself a beer then come and sit down.” Nathan pats the couch next to him. “Put the television on if you want. I don’t mind.”

“Right.” Matt turns on the television, gets a beer, and sits down. He sits stiffly, limbs held tight and arms close to his body.

“I think there’s a football game on,” Nathan suggests.

Matt silently flicks through the channels until he finds the football game.

Nathan watches as Matt sits soundless and unmoving as the game progresses.

“You can put something else on if you want,” he says eventually.

“It’s fine,” Matt says.

Nathan puts his paperwork away and leans back, arms outstretched. His arm goes around Matt’s shoulder and Matt immediately stands up.

“I’ll get you another drink.”

“You need to relax, Matt,” Nathan says mildly as Matt hands him the refilled glass of whiskey. “You’re so tense. It can’t be good for you.”

Matt sits down, slightly further away.

“Can I go back to my room?” he asks.

Nathan moves a little closer and the muscles in Matt’s arms stiffen.

“Is this so unpleasant?” Nathan asks, putting a hand on Matt’s shoulder. He rubs and squeezes gently. “I don’t want it to be. This can be pleasant, if you’ll let it.”

Matt closes his eyes. “Did you decide how to punish me yet?”

“Yes, I’m going to do it tomorrow.”

“I thought the hockey game was tomorrow?” Matt asks.

“That’s right.” Nathan runs his hand down Matt’s arm.

“That’s kind of a mixed message.”

“Alright, go to your room,” Nathan sighs and pats his knee.



Nathan takes a sip of coffee and watches as the knife slips from Matt’s fingers and skitters across the table. Matt swears under his breath and reaches for the knife but Nathan puts his hand over Matt’s.

“Your hands are shaking Matt,” he says mildly. “You’re not worrying yourself about this afternoon are you?”

“You won’t tell me what you’re going to do,” Matt says quietly.

“It’s not the harness, nothing like that,” Nathan promises.

“I don’t know why you won’t just tell me.”

Nathan sighs and pats Matt’s hand. “You were so anxious when you knew I was going to use the head harness.”

Matt freezes. “You said you wouldn’t do that again.”

“I’m not going to. I’m not telling you what I’m going to do because you’ll just agonize about it.”

Matt tilts his head slightly. “I’m going to worry either way. But it would make me happier if you’d tell me rather than leave me in the dark.”

Nathan stares at him and then nods. “Alright, Matt, if it will help. I have an anal plug I want you to wear when we’re out at the hockey game.”

“An anal plug?”

Nathan nods and sips his coffee. “Have you ever worn one before?”

“No,” Matt says flatly. “I don’t enjoy pain.”

“You misunderstand, Matt. You won’t be in pain.” Nathan takes a bite of toast. “Some discomfort possibly but not pain. I’ll prepare you fully before and use lots if lubricant. But you will be very aware of it and that awareness, in a public place, is the punishment.”

Matt pauses, cup of coffee partway to his mouth, and then nods slowly. “That’s why the hockey game; so you can make me wear the plug in public?”

“No, no,” Nathan says smoothly. “That wasn’t it at all. It’s merely fortunate timing. If you behave yourself appropriately at the hockey match, as I’m sure you will, we can look at other trips out.”

“Why?”

“What?” Nathan asks.

“Why would you want to take me on ‘trips out’?” Matt asks. “It’s not as if you can fuck me on the ice and you don’t need to take me on ‘dates’ to get in my pants.”

“I also don’t have to explain myself to you,” Nathan says mildly.

Matt gives a flinch of a smile. “Of course not.”



Matt steps out into the sunshine and watches a family strolling past. The daughter is holding the string of a cherry red balloon that bobs and weaves in the morning breeze. The son trips but the mother catches him before he hits the floor.

Matt waits until the cherry red dot disappears in the distance before turning and walking in the other direction. Past tourists and business workers, past families, street traders, and police officers, down through winding, choked alleyways. He ducks in through a grimy doorway, cuts through the racks of pornography, and out of another doorway into a different alleyway. He knocks on a heavy metal door with a slatted grill and looks both ways cautiously.

The woman raises an eyebrow and nods. “Very nice, good condition,” she says, turning Nathan’s watch over. “Three thousand.”

“Four.”

She sucks in her breath. “No, no, no. Three-two.”

“Three and a half,” Matt suggests. “And the replica.”

“Agreed,” she says with a sunny smile.



Matt makes his way through the alleys and backstreets until he comes out by the zoo. He sits on a bench by the exit reading a paper and waits. After about ten minutes the investigators desperately trying to find him drive past and spot him. He smiles mirthlessly as they try to park and in their distraction nearly clip another car.

He pretends to read the paper for another fifteen minutes and then gets up, tucks the paper under his arm, and ambles off.



Matt is sat eating lunch when the doorbell sounds. He cautiously moves to the front door and looks through the spy hole. Arthur Petrelli is standing outside shifting impatiently.

Matt licks his lips and creeps into his bedroom, picking up the phone from the stand as he goes.

“Yeah, uh, Nathan Petrelli please... I realise that, would you tell him it’s Matt Parkman? Yeah, I’ll wait... It’s me, your Dad just turned up.” Matt holds the phone away from his ear. “No, no not yet... No he’s still outside, he keeps ringing the doorbell... What do you want me to do?” Matt rubs his free hand through his hair. “Alright, yes Sir.”

Matt edges out of his bedroom just as the front door is being opened. He flees for the bathroom and locks the door behind him.

“Really don’t think that...” someone says weakly.

“I’ll be sure and tell my son that you said so,” Arthur’s voice says smoothly.

Matt sinks to his feet and leans as quietly as possible against the bathroom door.

“Where are you boy?” Arthur calls, slamming the door shut. “Don’t hide from me, whore.”

There’s a soft creak of sound and Arthur’s voice changes as he moves from room to room. “Show yourself, slut. I know you’re here I can feel your mind.”

There’s a bang as the door is thrown open.

“Dad?” Nathan calls, his voice rough. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Hello Nathan, I thought I’d stop by and pay my respects. I’m afraid your boy wasn’t very friendly.”

“What the hell is this?” Nathan demands. “Damn it, you can’t do this. Matt is mine, you can’t walk in and try to use him. I’m not a child and you can’t take my things away.”

Matt catches his breath as someone walks outside the bathroom.

“Nathan, I’m disappointed. I’d expect this kind of behaviour from your brother, not you. A bed? Toys? You let it wander the city on its own? What’re you thinking?”

“This is none of your business,” Nathan says flatly.

“You’re going to let it rule you,” Arthur warns. “Don’t let your slave get under your skin Nathan. You start off thinking it would be pleasant company as well as useful and you end by crawling for its approval and affection. Don’t make that mistake.”

“Are you finished?” Nathan asks coldly. “Don’t do this again, Dad. He’s not communal property; I’m sick of you and Peter trying to help yourself to what is mine.”

“Well for god’s sake don’t let Peter have him. He’d have Peter in chains soon as look at him,” Arthur snorts. “Little fool would crawl over broken glass when he’s got a mood for someone.”

“That’s enough, leave.”

Matt lets out a breath as footsteps recede from the bathroom.

“You said yourself he’s better at manipulation then you’d expect,” Arthur says, his voice growing more distant. “Damn it Nathan, if he can do overturn your mother then don’t you think he can do the same to you?”

“Goodbye Dad,” Nathan says coldly, slamming the door shut.

Matt presses his hands to his eyes.

“Matt?” Nathan says, tapping at the bathroom door. “Are you in there?”

“Yeah.” Matt stands up and opens the door.

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” Nathan asks, stroking Matt’s cheek.

Matt flinches a smile. “No, I hid like a little girl.”

“Dad has telekinesis and super-strength Matt,” Nathan says soothingly. “You would’ve been a fool to face him. You did the right thing.” Nathan steps aside to let Matt step out of the bathroom. “I’m glad you rang me.”

“I didn’t know what else to do,” Matt says quietly.

“There’s no shame in asking for help,” Nathan says squeezing his hand. “It doesn’t make you weak.”

Matt blinks rapidly and tilts his head slightly. “Thank you for coming so quickly.”

“Of course, Matt,” Nathan says, rubbing his thumb across the back of Matt’s hand. “Now, why don’t you finish your lunch? Has it gone cold? I can take you out for something else, would you like that?”

“I’m not... I’m not really feeling hungry anymore.” Matt pulls his hand free. “But thank you.”

Nathan stares at him silently for long moments. “Okay Matt, if you’re sure. I’ll see about instructing the staff not to let my father in the building. What about Peter?”

“Peter?” Matt repeats blankly.

“You said he was bothering you,” Nathan says softly.

“I don’t think I said that,” Matt says. “He’s annoying but that’s all.”

“He didn’t make a pass at you the other night?”

Matt shrugs. “No, not really, he just did what he normally does: pant around and bat his eyes. I didn’t think he was likely to actually try to force the issue.” Matt raises his eyebrows. “Do you think he would?”

“No, no I don’t think that’s likely,” Nathan admits. “But if he’s bothering you at all I’ll tell the staff not to let him in.”

Matt shrugs again. “He’s not bothering me but I don’t particularly mind either way.”

Nathan tucks a stray hair behind Matt’s ear. “Have to get your hair cut soon. Alright, I’m going to go back to work. I don’t think my dad will come back but if he does, call me.”

“Okay.”

Matt follows Nathan to the front door. Nathan opens the front door and then half turns to Matt.

“I’m sorry about this.”

Matt blinks at him. “Uh, okay.”

Nathan rubs a hand soothingly over Matt’s forearm. “I wouldn’t have let him hurt you, Matt.”

Matt pauses for a few seconds before answering. “I know that,” he says cautiously.

“Good, good,” Nathan says, squeezing his forearm. “That’s very encouraging, Matt.”

When he’s gone Matt goes back to the bathroom and vomits down the toilet.



Nathan has left the glass of whiskey on the side and instead runs both hands into Matt’s hair. Nathan’s fingers knot tightly, anchoring Matt securely as Nathan thrusts down his throat. Matt relaxes his jaw, tries to swallow Nathan as deeply as he can, and snorts breaths.



Nathan lets out a soft breath and sits back, fingers still gripping firmly.

“Get up, come up here on the couch,” he says breathlessly.

Matt climbs up awkwardly, trying not to pull against Nathan’s grasp. Nathan pulls Matt’s head down into his lap and finally loosens his hold. He rests one hand on the back of Matt’s neck and with the other hand caresses his hair.

“Thank you,” Nathan murmurs.



Matt paces the dungeon anxiously as Nathan lays out lube and an anal plug on the bed.

“Come here.”

Matt chews his lower lip as he walks over. “That thing is huge!”

Nathan smiles like a shutter being turned. “I want to make sure that your prostate is properly being attended to.”

“I’ll get a hard-on,” Matt says, confused.

“And you won’t be able to do anything about it,” Nathan agrees. “It’s only for these few hours, Matt. Now bend over the bed for me and try not to tense up too much.”

Matt rubs his palms over his t-shirt and unbuttons his khaki’s and shorts. He stands in front of the footboard, pushes down his khaki’s and shorts, and then braces himself against it.

“You seem a little sore,” Nathan says squeezing lube out and warming it between his palms. “Am I too rough with you?”

“Sometimes.” Matt jerks a little at Nathan’s touch.

“You never said,” Nathan frowns. “Did Mohinder ever hurt you?”

“Wasn’t like this,” Matt says shortly.

Nathan applies more lube and works a finger into Matt. “What do you mean?”

“Didn’t bottom that often,” Matt admits. “Certainly not every night.”

Nathan adds more lube and works in another finger. “I have a strong appetite, Matt.”

“I’ve noticed. Why is this taking so long?”

“Because I’m taking my time and being careful.” Nathan adds a third finger and some more lube.

Matt shifts uncomfortably. “Are you nearly done?”

“Don’t rush me,” Nathan says mildly. “I don’t want you to be in pain.”

“Just distress.”

“If you don’t want to be punished then you need to mind your manners,” Nathan says firmly. “I won’t be mocked and I won’t have back chat.” Nathan pulls out his fingers and pushes in the plug. Matt squirms at the feel of it. “There, don’t worry there’s no way it can get stuck.” He slaps Matt’s ass with the flat of his hand. “Get dressed.”



Matt sits down and immediately stands up. He fusses and pulls at the seat of his khaki’s. Nathan leans back and rests his interlaced hands on his stomach.

“Sit down, Matt.”

Matt sits down on the bench again and shifts uncomfortably. “I could get you a beer, should I get you a beer?”

Nathan looks at him sideways. “Are you in pain? You shouldn’t be in pain.”

Matt taps his fingers on the bench. “No, I’m not in pain. Is it alright if I get myself a beer?”

“Be quick,” Nathan says, patting Matt’s thigh and smiling. “No running to the bathroom and taking it out, hmm?”

Matt smiles mirthlessly and stands up. “No, I won’t.”



The crowd leap to their feet, scream their approval, and punch the air. Matt chants along with the rest, clapping his hands together, and then abruptly sinking down to his seat, red-faced.

“Something wrong?” Nathan asks.

“No.” Matt tries crossing his legs, hunching himself up, putting the beer into his lap.

Nathan looks at him sideways. “Matt, what’s wrong?”

Matt grinds his teeth. “Can I borrow your jacket?”

“It wouldn’t fit you.”

“I don’t want to wear it,” Matt hisses. “Please, Nathan.”

Nathan raises an eyebrow and leans back. “What’s wrong? I’m not going to ask again.”

Matt silently moves his beer away from his lap. The wet patch is still spreading.

Nathan leans closer and puts his lips to Matt’s ear. “Is that semen or urine?”

“It’s come, of course,” Matt says icily.

“Sir.”

Matt snorts a breath. “It’s come, sir.”

Nathan takes off his jacket and hands it over. “It’s a Gucci so try not to get ejaculate on it.”

“Thank you,” Matt says quietly, laying the jacket over his lap.

“Did you ever watch hockey with Mohinder?” Nathan asks.

Matt sips his beer. “Yeah,” he says softly. “The first time he was just humouring me but he loved it. Why do you keep asking about Mohinder?”

“Just curious.”

The crowd are on their feet again but this time Matt stays where he is.



“You’ve gone red,” Nathan observes.

“I have a hard-on,” Matt mutters flatly.

Nathan raises his eyebrows. “Again? You seem to find the game very arousing, Matt; should I buy a hockey uniform?”

“You know it’s just the plug,” Matt mumbles.

“I’m sure that’s it and not the uniforms, the adrenalin, and the pure alpha maleness,” Nathan agrees.

“It’s the plug,” Matt insists. “It’s never happened before.”

“Perhaps we should use it more often.” Nathan smiles at Matt’s expression. “I’m teasing.”

Matt looks away. “I wish you wouldn’t.”



Matt fidgets and squirms as the limo pulls away from the arena.

“You’re uncomfortable?” Nathan asks, rubbing his hand along Matt’s thigh. “We’ll be home soon.”

“I know.”

Nathan pushes Matt’s hands away from his crotch. “Still hard? That’s quite impressive.”

“It hurts.”

Nathan moves his hand to Matt’s crotch and gently squeezes Matt’s balls through the material.

“Fuck!” Matt groans, bending over. “Please... please don’t do that.”

“I’ve been very neglectful,” Nathan murmurs, unbuttoning the khaki’s and sliding his hand inside. “I haven’t seen to your needs at all.”

“Please... please Nathan stop. Please...”

Nathan slides his hand inside Matt’s boxers and slicks the pre-come over Matt’s cock.

“Do you find humiliation arousing Matt?” Nathan slides his hand over Matt’s length slowly. “I think perhaps you do.” Nathan pulls Matt’s head onto shoulder and strokes it with his free hand while the other continues to fondle Matt. “I must admit to finding your humiliation much more exciting than I thought I would.”

Matt tenses, and then comes with a sharp sob. Nathan gives with balls a final caress before pulling out his hand and wiping it on Matt’s trousers.

“I’ll have to see what we can do for the future, hmm?”