Fiction: Alpha Dog part 4
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kethniName: Alpha Dog part 4
Rating: 18
Matt’s partners: Adam, Mohinder, OFC, Peter, Luke, Flint, Candice
Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con sex, psychological and physical violence, BDSM, humiliation, adult language. Everything!
ETA: Duhhhh, it is in fact Flint, not Knox. Many apologies!
Matt takes off his jacket and watches Adam pace around the small motel room.
The room is clean and neat but run-down, worn and tired-out. The carpet is thin in places, the curtains are fraying, and the mattress is sagging.
Matt silently catches Adam’s arm and they stare at each other. The air thickens until Adam slides a hand around Matt’s neck and pulls him down into a kiss.
It’s quiet in the room. No sound but their breathing.
They pull apart, watching each other, and undress. Adam folds his clothes neatly and puts them on top of the dresser. Matt leaves his where they fall. Adam puts a bottle of lube and a couple of condoms on the bedside table.
Adam climbs into the bed and pulls up the covers. Matt walks around and slides in next to him.
They move together into an embrace with the comfort of long intimacy. The kiss is slow and leisurely; no surprises, no need for questions or discussion. Hands caress and stroke over arms, chests, waists.
“Don’t,” Adam says as Matt whines softly. “Not that.” He turns and picks up the lube and the two condoms.
There is no anxiety, no uncertainty, nothing but easy synchronicity borne of long familiarity.
One of Adam’s hands takes Matt’s, fingers entwining.
“Why do we do this?” Adam asks, sitting up.
Matt strokes his hand over Adam’s back. “Why do you always ask that?”
“Peter’s delicate, don’t hurt him.”
“Oh?” Matt asks, standing up. “Like that is it?”
Adam folds his arms tightly. “No, it’s not. I haven’t slept with Peter. Some of us do have the ability to care for other human beings without being sexually involved.”
“The terrorist is lecturing me on empathy for my fellow man?”
“Yes, the freedom fighter is lecturing the torturer on empathy,” Adam snaps.
Matt turns on the kettle. “That’s rich. You’ve handed over enough to us.”
“To you, and only the ones who were out of control.” Adam watches Matt making coffee. “Would you torture me?”
Matt looks over at him. “Want me to?”
“You know that’s not what I meant!” Adam’s hurls one of the pillows at him. “Arsehole.”
Matt easily bats the pillow back on the bed. “No, I wouldn’t torture you,” he says quietly, walking over with two cups of coffee.
Adam looks away. “Would you get someone else to do it?”
“Come off it. We both know you wouldn’t last past being strapped in the chair before you were volunteering everything,”
Adam blushes and snatches the proffered cup of coffee. “You didn’t ask how I wanted it.”
“I think I know how you take your coffee, Adam,” Matt says reproachfully.
“Where are you going after here?”
“Home, I’m expected for dinner.”
“Oh yes, back to your little harem,” Adam says. “We are technically still married you do realise.”
“Are you going to serve me papers?” Matt smiles and strokes Adam’s arm.
“When we in the park I could smell sex on you.”
“Peter broke, the president was very pleased,” Matt explains. “He’s affectionate when he’s happy.”
“You mean he had you bark like a dog and crawl around on the floor,” Adam spits. “Then he fucked you I suppose?”
“Don’t do this.”
“He ‘rewarded’ you because you successfully tortured and psychologically destroyed his brother. His brother, Matt! What kind of man does that?”
Matt stands up and backs away. “Not this again.”
“He used you, Matt. He’s using you now.” Adam stands up. “He’s done this to you. Made you this monster.”
“Shut up.”
“What he has you doing is wrong and you know it,” Adam says firmly.
“I don’t care!” Matt snarls. “I don’t care about Peter or anyone else. He saved me, he looks after me, he loves me, and he owns me. I don’t care about anything but that.”
Adam rubs his face. “He kept you away from your friends, your family, me so that he could do this to you.”
“I don’t care.”
“I don’t believe you,” Adam says quietly.
Matt shrugs and pulls on his boxers. “I can’t be clearer than I have been. Tell me about Nakamura.”
“He’s in Japan.”
“Peter said he’s on a mission with the Washington group, that’s your group. Can you confirm?” Matt pulls on his trousers.
“I’m aware which group I’m affiliated with, thank you.”
“Adam, come on.” Matt continues dressing as Adam sits back down on the bed.
“I choose who I give you. I don’t owe you anything, Matt.”
Matt sighs and looks at him. “That wasn’t what I meant. Hiro Nakamura is responsible for hundreds of deaths. He’s a fanatic and doesn’t care about innocent victims. You can’t tell me you think he’s less deserving than the others you’ve handed over.”
Adam stares down at his hands. “Next Thursday, he’s bombing a hospital.”
“He’s bombing a hospital and you weren’t going to tell me?”
Adam rolls his eyes. “The hospital would’ve had a bomb threat at least two hours before.”
Matt ties his tie as he snorts. “Hiro Nakamura issue a warning? Fat chance.”
Adam gets up and walks over. He undoes Matt’s tie and reties it. “Not him, me. At least one person in this room still has a conscience.”
“Thank you.”
“I didn’t mean you.”
“I know,” Matt says. “I meant for sorting out my tie.”
Mohinder staggers down to the door. The sunlight through the curtains makes him wince as he opens the door.
Matt raises his eyebrows. “Hard night?”
“I had to take a painkiller to sleep,” Mohinder says quietly, standing back to let Matt into the house.
Matt touches his face. “You should’ve said. I’d have made sure you slept.”
“Are you going to be doing this now?” Mohinder asks as Matt shuts the door. “Aren’t I trusted to make my own way to work?”
Matt tuts and wanders down the corridor. “Do try and pay attention. I said I’d take you shopping today.”
Mohinder follows him, pulling the gown together. “I didn’t realise you meant in work hours.”
“That’s the nice thing about being your boss. I can take you out and dress you up if the mood strikes.” Matt turns and looks at him. “How are you feeling now?”
“A little sore but otherwise alright,” Mohinder admits.
“Good, I’m taking Peter home tonight so we’ll be having a little... mixer at the house.” Matt wanders into the kitchen and opens the fridge. “I hope you’ll play nicely with the others.”
Mohinder tightly crosses his arms. “I don’t want any trouble.”
“Good.” Matt looks at him. “Go and have a shower. I’ll come up and pick some clothes out for you.”
Mohinder’s shoulders slump and he troops out of the kitchen.
Matt has all of Mohinder’s clothes all over the bed. He is making two piles and whistling to himself. He looks around when Mohinder skulks into the room wrapped in a towel.
“You are a pretty thing,” Matt says, looking him up and down.
“Is this revenge? Didn’t you get enough already?”
Matt stalks closer and pulls away the towel. “Don’t be so self-involved. You’re either mine or I’m yours. You the same as anyone else. I take what’s mine.” He turns Mohinder around and sits him down on the bed. “Nothing personal.”
“Oh, that makes all the difference then!”
Matt strokes his face. “I’ll let you ask questions and I’ll let you bitch and moan. I know it’s your nature. As long as you’re obedient as you do it.” He rubs his thumb over Mohinder’s mouth. “Be a good pet and suck me off.”
Mohinder meets his eyes and then looks down. He unbuttons Matt’s trousers and pushes them and his boxers down.
“Take your time,” Matt advises, stroking the back of Mohinder’s head.
Mohinder closes his eyes briefly, takes a deep breath, and then opens them again. He wets his lips and then licks Matt’s cock slowly; the flat of his tongue travelling slowly up the shaft. He breathes over the moist skin and Matt shivers. Mohinder moves to Matt’s balls, pulling them into his mouth and sucking gently, swirling his tongue around them carefully.
Matt moans softly and pre-come glistens at his slit.
Mohinder gently slides his mouth from Matt’s balls and moves to his cock, kissing slowly. He licks up the pre-come and then takes Matt into his mouth; tongue lapping as he sucks.
Matt’s hand touches his face. “Look at me,” he says in a heavy, guttural voice. “I want to see your eyes.”
Mohinder looks up and Matt smiles at him. “Such a good boy.”
“You had the mall shut down?” Mohinder asks, appalled, looking at the deserted, echoing precinct.
“It’s only for a few hours,” Matt says with a shrug. “They’re used to it for government officers. Most of them will be doing staff training or tidying up.”
“Why do you need it shut down?”
“So I can mall you in peace,” Matt says with a small smile.
Mohinder stares at him. “Was that a joke?”
“A pun at least.” Matt knits his fingers into Mohinder’s hair and drags him up an escalator.
“There’s no need...”
“Shush, be quiet now. Sir needs to be able to think to find you some nice clothes.”
Mohinder burns red as Matt looks him up and down. The skin tight shorts barely cover his crotch and the outline of his genitalia is clearly visible. The skimpy sleeveless t-shirt is riding up to show part of his stomach and is low enough to show part of his chest.
“Please don’t make me dress this way,” Mohinder asks quietly.
Matt blinks at him. “I told you to be quiet.”
“But...”
Matt takes a ball gag out of his pocket, and grabs Mohinder by the hair when he tries to back away.
“Open your mouth.”
“Please don’t...”
Matt shoves the gag into Mohinder’s mouth and spins him around to buckle the straps.
“I don’t want to hear another peep out of you,” he says firmly. He turns to the wide-eyed female assistant and waves at Mohinder. “Six pairs of the shorts, black, red, and white; and twelve of the t-shirts in whatever colours you have.”
“Yes sir.”
“What’s your name?”
“Uh, Esther,” she quavers uncertainly. She steps back as he moves closer.
“You’re pretty, Esther.”
She licks her lips. “Please... sir...”
“You got the short straw?” Matt asks, prowling after her.
“Please don’t hurt me, Director.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, Esther,” Matt promises, pinning her up against the counter. “Pretty little thing like you.” He reaches under her skirt and slides down her panties. “I spend a lot of money in this store. Are you on commission?”
“Yes sir,” she stutters.
“I’m going to ask for you in future,” Matt says, sliding a hand between her legs. “Because I think I can trust you.”
Esther squirms at his touch, her hands grabbing at the counter, and she bites her lip.
“I can trust you, can’t I Esther?”
She stares at him. “Ye... ye... yes... oh... oh...”
“I’ll be very upset if I can’t,” Matt murmurs. “See my pet over there? That’s only if I’m a little annoyed. Think how much worse ‘very upset’ would be.”
Esther nods desperately and squeezes her eyes shut. “Please... please... let me... let me...”
“Such a polite girl,” Matt says, biting at her neck. “Of course I’ll let you come.”
Esther throws back her head, gasping for air.
“Oh... ohhhh.”
“Say thank you, Esther.”
“Thank you,” she whispers.
Matt picks up her panties and sniffs them. “Next time, no panties, hmm?”
She nods and straightens her clothes.
“Now, sportswear next I think.”
Elle looks up when Mohinder creeps into the lab.
“Didn’t think you were coming in,” she says sourly.
“I’m not in the mood to be lectured,” he snaps. “Why’re you holding yourself like that?”
Elle gets up and gingerly makes her way to her desk. “Because after you decided to take a powder yesterday our new Big Boss and his assistant came down to play with the fixtures and fittings.”
“Are you alright?” Mohinder asks gently.
“Sure, fine. Cracked rib and I’m exhausted.” She pours herself a coffee from her flask. “Corsets are bitches when they’re strapped up so tightly you can barely catch breath.” Elle shrugs and smiles. “And four hours coming like a footfreak in a shoe store tires a girl out.” She takes a sip of her coffee. “What about you?”
“Parkman dragged me out clothes shopping. I spent hours being dressed up like a bloody... doll. Christ Elle, some of the stuff he bought is... you wouldn’t get rent boys wearing it!”
“Ooh! Like what?”
“It’s not a good thing!”
“Hey, I’d get spit roasted once a week if it got me free clothes!”
Mohinder frowns at her. “What the hell is spit roasting?”
“Come on Doc, what kind of clothes?”
Mohinder plays with a spatula. “Some of them are alright; a couple of suits, some shirts, and that sort of thing.”
“I want to know about the stuff rent boys wouldn’t wear,” Elle complains.
Mohinder rolls his eyes. “Miniscule shorts. Tight jeans, low slung that barely cover my arse. Leather... stuff. Sheer stuff, peepholes. Peepholes!”
“You’re going in to work in them?” Elle begs. “Right, right?”
“Oh I’m sure he’ll make me,” Mohinder mutters. “And after work I have to go to his home for a party!”
Peter throws himself at Matt’s feet as Charlie makes notes on a clipboard.
“Get up little one,” Matt says, touching his hair. “It’s time to come home.”
“Home?”
“Home with me,” Matt says. “Get in the crate.”
Peter stands up and turns to look at the packing crate. It’s three feet cubed with holes in all the sides.
“Sir? I don’t think...”
Matt covers Peter’s mouth with his hand. “No,” he says gently. “You don’t think. It’s not what you’re for. Just look pretty and do as you’re told.”
Peter’s eyes drop and he turns away.
“Hey, don’t be like that.” Matt puts a hand on his shoulder, awkwardly. Peter suddenly flings his arms around Matt and presses his head against Matt’s chest.
Charlie tries to turn a laugh into a cough. Matt gives her a look and then prises Peter off him.
“Alright, enough, be a good boy and get in the crate.”
Peter steps into the box and looks at Matt uncertainly.
“Kneel down,” Matt says patiently. “Arms around your head.”
Peter does as he’s told and Matt forces him down a little further before putting the lid on. He nails down the crate lid and moves around to the front to look at Peter through the holes.
“It won’t be long. You be quiet.”
Peter gulps and tries to nod.
The crate is loaded onto a trolley and carried out.
“Are you alright?” Matt asks, looking at Charlie.
“Yes Mr Parkman,” she says blushing.
Matt tips up her face. “He chose to join the resistance. You didn’t make that happen. You using intel you scam from Nakamura to catch Peter doesn’t make you responsible. He’s responsible for that.”
“I know,” she says softly.
“Good girl.”
Mohinder stares sullenly at the guard.
“I’m expected, Director Parkman told me to come to the house.”
Flint cracks his knuckles. “Sure, your name is down.”
“Then let me in Cro-Magnon man!”
“Get out of the car,” Flint orders.
“What?”
Flint rips open the door and drags Mohinder from the car. “Routine search.”
“He’ll have your job for this!” Mohinder threatens.
“Strip.” Flint says, shoving Mohinder against the wall.
Mohinder pulls off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt. “You are making a huge mistake.”
“Shut up fag,” Flint sneers. “I know what you’re here for. Lose the pants.”
Mohinder shoves down his trousers. “If you think you can intimidate me you clearly have no idea what I have to put up with.”
There is an unpleasant sound and a gasp. Mohinder turns around and gapes as Matt shoves Flint down over the hood of the car and fucks him.
“Please...” Flint moans, reaching out for Mohinder.
“I don’t like people touching my things,” Matt growls, slamming Flint’s head against the car with each word.
Flint starts to cry as Matt pulls out. Mohinder stands transfixed as Flint slides down off the car onto the pathway and Matt zips himself up.
“You’ll catch cold, pet,” Matt says, looking at him. “Put your clothes on.”
“I wasn’t... he made me.”
“I know,” Matt says more gently. “Put your clothes on and come to the house.”
“It wasn’t my fault.”
Matt sighs and gathers up Mohinder’s clothes. “I know.” He dresses Mohinder quickly and pats his cheek. “Get in the car, come on.”
“Luke?” Matt calls.
Luke bounds down the stairs and stops short when he sees Mohinder. “Peter isn’t the one in the crate?”
“Yeah, this is Mohinder.” Matt grabs Mohinder’s bottom and squeezes. “He’s a part-timer.”
“Like Charlie?” Luke asks, staring at him. “No touching?”
“Peter’s in a crate?” Mohinder asks.
Luke starts to redden as Matt frowns.
“You didn’t leave him in there did you?”
“Master didn’t say to take him out,” Luke whines.
Matt ruffles Luke’s hair. “Don’t sulk so. Go and let him out. You can play with him a little bit, nothing too rough, and then dress him. We’re going to have something to eat and I’ll let you all play outside.”
“Yes, Master,” Luke says, haring upstairs.
Matt rests his hand on the back of Mohinder’s neck. “You come with me. I have something very fetching for you to wear.”
Peter bounces outside; shirtless but in tiny, skin tight white shorts. He looks around and then makes his way over to Matt by the barbeque.
“Oh, that looks good,” Matt says with a nod. “Did you put on sun cream?”
“Yes sir.” Peter licks his lips, staring at the cooking food.
“Are you hungry, little thing?”
Peter nods shyly. “Yes sir, nobody fed me today.”
“Poor baby,” Matt says nicely. He makes up a plate with salad and a barbequed sea bass, marinated in lemon and orange, and hands it to him. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you! Thank you!” Peter scrambles under the leafy shade of a tree and eats with his fingers.
Luke glares across the grass at him and stabs at his fish with a fork.
“Slave, you’ll give yourself an ulcer,” Matt says mildly.
“He’s stupid!” Luke whines.
“I don’t need another smart slave, I have you.”
Luke preens and rubs up against Matt. “Please can I come to you tonight, Master?”
“You know he’ll be with me tonight.” Matt bites Luke’s ear. “But we might let the doctor have you a little while. He might like you restrained and miserable.”
Luke gazes up at Matt admiringly. “Will you watch?”
“I might. Or listen to you crying at least. Go and fetch him. He’s taking too long.”
Luke puts down his food and bolts for the open door. Matt takes a sip of his beer and watches Peter struggling with his food.
Mohinder is red in the face as he walks out into the garden. He’s wearing something like tennis whites but the shorts are the ones from the mall, tiny, tight, and clearly outlining his genitals, and the shirt is both tight and open mesh. Everything; clearly defined muscles, the fine downy hair around his navel, the nubs of his nipples, is clearly visible.
“Thought you were lost up there,” Matt says, running a hand over Mohinder’s hip.
“The shorts ride up,” Mohinder says flatly. “I feel like I’m wearing a g-string.”
Luke perks up. “Can we dress them in Candice’s clothes?”
“No!” Mohinder snaps.
“Play nicely,” Matt murmurs. “No Luke, not that.” He pulls Luke close and whispers into his ear.
Luke smirks and nods. “Yes Master,” he says, skipping off.
“Grotesque homunculus,” Mohinder says distastefully.
“Do you like sports?” Matt asks, handing him a plate of food.
“It depends on the sport,” Mohinder says warily.
“Hi Mohinder!” Peter says, bounding over.
“Tennis.”
Mohinder relaxes slightly. “Yes, I’m not bad. I saw you had a net up.”
“Sir,” Matt corrects.
Mohinder licks his lips. “I’m not bad, sir.” He shifts his weight and tries to make himself more comfortable.
“Peter, do you play tennis?” Matt asks.
“Sure!” he says cheerfully.
“When you’ve eaten you and Peter should play,” Matt says to Mohinder.
“I can’t play like this,” Mohinder protests, tugging hopelessly at his shorts. “I’m very uncomfortable.”
Matt nods. “I know.”
“Like your top,” Peter says suddenly to Mohinder.
“Peter, don’t speak unless you’re spoken to,” Matt says.
Peter’s head drops miserably and he nods. Matt ruffles his hair and he smiles shyly.
Luke comes back, an evil smile twisting his face, and carrying a box.
“Good slave,” Matt says taking the box. Luke smirks at Mohinder and Peter. “Both of you boys bend over. Lean onto the chairs if you have to.”
“Oh god, now what?” Mohinder mutters, pushing down the tortuous shorts and bending over.
“Something to make your match a little more... exciting.” Matt prepares Mohinder carefully and then works an anal plug into him. “Now turn around.”
“I can’t play tennis like this,” Mohinder says very quietly.
“I have great faith in your abilities, Mohinder,” Matt says, slowly strapping a cock ring onto him. “That’s not too tight is it?”
“Please...”
“Don’t say please,” Matt says firmly. “I don’t like it; if you want to grovel then call me Master.”
Mohinder bites his lower lip and nods. “Yes sir.”
Matt pulls the too tight shorts up and Mohinder sways. “Luke, find Mohinder a racquet.”
“Yes Master.”
Peter looks up eagerly when Matt pulls down his shorts.
“Mmm, you have a nice body, little thing.”
“Thank you!”
Matt prepares him carefully. “So tight, have you been fucked before?”
“No sir,” Peter says blushing.
“Never had a plug before?”
“No sir.”
Matt gradually works up to three fingers and then begins easing in the plug.
“Is that sore?”
“Yes,” Peter admits. “It hurts.”
“Pain is good, it means you’re alive. When you can’t feel anything else, pain means you’re alive.”
Matt stands him up and turns him around. Peter’s erection is clearly apparent and Matt struggles to pull down the shorts. Peter blushes furiously and looks away shyly.
“Is the plug exciting you, little one?” Matt asks, amused.
“Yes sir.”
“I can see I’m going to have to find something else for you next time.” Matt manages to get the shorts down and puts on the cock ring. “I didn’t know you were such a dirty boy.”
“Luke said you’re going to fuck me tonight,” Peter says breathlessly.
Matt pulls the shorts back up and squeezes Peter’s bottom. “Not just tonight. You’re mine now.” Matt looks at Mohinder. “Both of you.”
Matt sits back on the chair and holds his glass out for Luke to top up. On the grass Peter and Mohinder are on either side of the net, shifting uncomfortably.
“Shall we make this more fun?” Matt suggests. “Whoever wins, I’ll let him come.”
“What if we lose?” Mohinder asks.
Matt gropes Luke’s backside. “Luke gets you for an hour of his fun.”
“Thank you Master!” Luke says, surprised and thrilled. “An hour?”
“Hmm mmm,” Matt says, tapping Luke’s nose affectionately. “Nothing permanent, mind.” He looks back at Mohinder and Peter, both equally anxious and uncomfortable. “Well? Serve already?”
The ball bounces away from Peter and his whole body deflates.
“Peter, I’m sorry,” Mohinder says quietly. “I thought you’d get it... it’d be a draw.”
“It’s okay, Mohinder,” Peter replies with a shrug. “It’s only an hour.”
Matt walks over and runs his hand over Mohinder’s bottom. “That was the worst tennis I’ve ever seen.”
“Anal plugs and cock rings don’t really help,” Mohinder bites out.
Matt smiles slightly. “No, bend over both of you.”
They brace themselves on the posts holding up the net and shove down their shorts. Matt slaps Mohinder’s butt sharply and gropes him before working out the plug. Peter is crying softly as Matt removes his.
“Are you in pain?” Matt asks softly.
“Yes sir,” Peter whispers.
Matt turns him around and wipes his eyes. “You look pretty when you cry.” He removes the cock ring and Peter gasps, and comes all over Matt’s shoes.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“Clean that up,” Matt says, shaking his head. “Go on, get down there and lick it up.”
Peter sinks to his knees and laps at the mess.
“Dirty boy,” Matt says affectionately. “Slave, come and collect your prize. An hour mind and play nicely.”
“He came without permission,” Luke protests.
“So go and punish him,” Matt says shaking his head. “Do I have to tell you everything?”
Mohinder is waiting, shorts around his knees, for Matt to remove the cock ring.
“Congratulations, pet,” Matt says, taking it off.
Mohinder leans back on the post for support. “Thank you, sir,” he says heavily.
Matt picks up one of the discarded racquets and gives an experimental swing. “Bend over the net, pet.”
Mohinder sighs quietly and does as he’s told, shorts still around his knees. Matt strikes him lightly on the bottom with the racquet.
“What do you think; do we need new balls?” Matt suggests.
“Ha ha,” Mohinder says sourly.
Matt drops the racquet and uses his hand to slap lightly. “I know you used to photograph me.”
“Wh... what?”
“The few months we were sharing together.” Matt pushes Mohinder’s legs apart and prepares him. “You snuck into my room and photographed me when I was sleeping.”
“I... I...”
“Don’t deny it,” Matt says lightly, fingers gripping Mohinder’s legs. “I found the photographs.”
“I’m... I’m sorry.”
Matt hums as he enters Mohinder, and reaches around with one hand to stroke him.
“Did you do anything else?” he asks, closing his eyes dreamily.
“Nu... nu... no.”
“Are you sure?” Matt sing-songs.
“Yes,” Mohinder whines. “Wanted... wanted to. Didn’t.”
Matt adjusts his position and Mohinder gasps. “Better?” he growls.
“Oh... uh... fuck... fuck...” Mohinder moans.
“So much fun to fuck you,” Matt murmurs. “Whining, moaning, struggling...”
“I’m... I’m... oh fuuuuuuuck...”
“Coming...”
Mohinder screams out his orgasm and collapses onto the net.
“Come on,” Matt says walking away. “Heel.”
Mohinder follows Matt into the house and upstairs. They go past a door through which Peter can be heard whimpering, and another heavily bolted and padlocked, to the last two. Matt taps on the door on the right.
“Candice, I’m coming in, behave yourself.”
The room beyond... is a beach. Golden sands, azure water, and a orange and red sunset in the distance. An attractive brunette in a skimpy bikini is reclining on a chair. She glances over at them and raises her eyebrows.
“Yes?”
“This is pretty,” Matt admits. “Better than the storm.”
She shrugs and sits up, staring at Mohinder. “Is he for me?”
“What have you done to deserve that?” Matt asks. “Disobedient slut, what have I told you?”
She grits her teeth and her stomach balloons out. “At least let me stay pretty?”
“For the moment,” Matt agrees, sitting down and putting a hand on her stomach. “Going to be a soccer player, this one.”
“She’s pregnant?” Mohinder asks. “Really, it’s not an illusion?”
“Why the fuck would I want to pretend that?” Candice snaps.
“Be nice,” Matt warns. “The doctor is studying specials so he’s going to come by and take samples, ask questions. This is just an introduction so you know him.”
“I am?” Mohinder asks.
“Sure you are.” Matt stands up and turns back to her. “Show him who you really are.”
She shifts and blurs, her shape settling into an obese woman, still heavily pregnant, and chained at the neck.
“Candice is something of a problem child,” Matt says to Mohinder. “Like you, she’ll seem compliant and obedient but then as soon as your back is turned...” Matt shakes his head sadly. “I can’t even leave it to Luke to control her during the day. They have something of a personality clash,” he confides.
“Twisted little gargoyle,” she sneers.
Matt sits down next to her and she cringes away but is pulled up short by the chain. “She’s a pretty incubator most of the time. Alright, you can go back to your beach.”
Matt shuts the door behind them.
“Incubator?” Mohinder swallows. “Is that... your baby?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let it come between us,” Matt says.
There is a burst of noise from the locked, barred room.
“Who’s that?”
“Ah, that’s a secret,” Matt says. He pats Mohinder on the bottom. “Go downstairs and wait for me.”
When Mohinder’s gone Matt lets himself into the room and approaches the box.
“Fuck off!” the inhabitant snarls.
“You best be assuming I’m Luke,” Matt says warningly as he pushes open the flap.
The man inside lunges forward. “Parkman! Parkman please! Please, whoever you think I am... Sylar or an illusion or something else I don’t know. But I’m not! He took my place, he’s been keeping prisoner for months... maybe more I don’t know.”
“I know who you are,” Matt says evenly.
“I’m real, Parkman, Matt, I’m real. Read my mind!”
“I know,” Matt says again.
“What do you... who do you think I am?”
“I know that you’re Nathan Petrelli,” Matt says mildly. “Now be a good slave and quieten down.”
Chapter 3
Chapter 5
Rating: 18
Matt’s partners: Adam, Mohinder, OFC, Peter, Luke, Flint, Candice
Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con sex, psychological and physical violence, BDSM, humiliation, adult language. Everything!
ETA: Duhhhh, it is in fact Flint, not Knox. Many apologies!
Matt takes off his jacket and watches Adam pace around the small motel room.
The room is clean and neat but run-down, worn and tired-out. The carpet is thin in places, the curtains are fraying, and the mattress is sagging.
Matt silently catches Adam’s arm and they stare at each other. The air thickens until Adam slides a hand around Matt’s neck and pulls him down into a kiss.
It’s quiet in the room. No sound but their breathing.
They pull apart, watching each other, and undress. Adam folds his clothes neatly and puts them on top of the dresser. Matt leaves his where they fall. Adam puts a bottle of lube and a couple of condoms on the bedside table.
Adam climbs into the bed and pulls up the covers. Matt walks around and slides in next to him.
They move together into an embrace with the comfort of long intimacy. The kiss is slow and leisurely; no surprises, no need for questions or discussion. Hands caress and stroke over arms, chests, waists.
“Don’t,” Adam says as Matt whines softly. “Not that.” He turns and picks up the lube and the two condoms.
There is no anxiety, no uncertainty, nothing but easy synchronicity borne of long familiarity.
One of Adam’s hands takes Matt’s, fingers entwining.
“Why do we do this?” Adam asks, sitting up.
Matt strokes his hand over Adam’s back. “Why do you always ask that?”
“Peter’s delicate, don’t hurt him.”
“Oh?” Matt asks, standing up. “Like that is it?”
Adam folds his arms tightly. “No, it’s not. I haven’t slept with Peter. Some of us do have the ability to care for other human beings without being sexually involved.”
“The terrorist is lecturing me on empathy for my fellow man?”
“Yes, the freedom fighter is lecturing the torturer on empathy,” Adam snaps.
Matt turns on the kettle. “That’s rich. You’ve handed over enough to us.”
“To you, and only the ones who were out of control.” Adam watches Matt making coffee. “Would you torture me?”
Matt looks over at him. “Want me to?”
“You know that’s not what I meant!” Adam’s hurls one of the pillows at him. “Arsehole.”
Matt easily bats the pillow back on the bed. “No, I wouldn’t torture you,” he says quietly, walking over with two cups of coffee.
Adam looks away. “Would you get someone else to do it?”
“Come off it. We both know you wouldn’t last past being strapped in the chair before you were volunteering everything,”
Adam blushes and snatches the proffered cup of coffee. “You didn’t ask how I wanted it.”
“I think I know how you take your coffee, Adam,” Matt says reproachfully.
“Where are you going after here?”
“Home, I’m expected for dinner.”
“Oh yes, back to your little harem,” Adam says. “We are technically still married you do realise.”
“Are you going to serve me papers?” Matt smiles and strokes Adam’s arm.
“When we in the park I could smell sex on you.”
“Peter broke, the president was very pleased,” Matt explains. “He’s affectionate when he’s happy.”
“You mean he had you bark like a dog and crawl around on the floor,” Adam spits. “Then he fucked you I suppose?”
“Don’t do this.”
“He ‘rewarded’ you because you successfully tortured and psychologically destroyed his brother. His brother, Matt! What kind of man does that?”
Matt stands up and backs away. “Not this again.”
“He used you, Matt. He’s using you now.” Adam stands up. “He’s done this to you. Made you this monster.”
“Shut up.”
“What he has you doing is wrong and you know it,” Adam says firmly.
“I don’t care!” Matt snarls. “I don’t care about Peter or anyone else. He saved me, he looks after me, he loves me, and he owns me. I don’t care about anything but that.”
Adam rubs his face. “He kept you away from your friends, your family, me so that he could do this to you.”
“I don’t care.”
“I don’t believe you,” Adam says quietly.
Matt shrugs and pulls on his boxers. “I can’t be clearer than I have been. Tell me about Nakamura.”
“He’s in Japan.”
“Peter said he’s on a mission with the Washington group, that’s your group. Can you confirm?” Matt pulls on his trousers.
“I’m aware which group I’m affiliated with, thank you.”
“Adam, come on.” Matt continues dressing as Adam sits back down on the bed.
“I choose who I give you. I don’t owe you anything, Matt.”
Matt sighs and looks at him. “That wasn’t what I meant. Hiro Nakamura is responsible for hundreds of deaths. He’s a fanatic and doesn’t care about innocent victims. You can’t tell me you think he’s less deserving than the others you’ve handed over.”
Adam stares down at his hands. “Next Thursday, he’s bombing a hospital.”
“He’s bombing a hospital and you weren’t going to tell me?”
Adam rolls his eyes. “The hospital would’ve had a bomb threat at least two hours before.”
Matt ties his tie as he snorts. “Hiro Nakamura issue a warning? Fat chance.”
Adam gets up and walks over. He undoes Matt’s tie and reties it. “Not him, me. At least one person in this room still has a conscience.”
“Thank you.”
“I didn’t mean you.”
“I know,” Matt says. “I meant for sorting out my tie.”
Mohinder staggers down to the door. The sunlight through the curtains makes him wince as he opens the door.
Matt raises his eyebrows. “Hard night?”
“I had to take a painkiller to sleep,” Mohinder says quietly, standing back to let Matt into the house.
Matt touches his face. “You should’ve said. I’d have made sure you slept.”
“Are you going to be doing this now?” Mohinder asks as Matt shuts the door. “Aren’t I trusted to make my own way to work?”
Matt tuts and wanders down the corridor. “Do try and pay attention. I said I’d take you shopping today.”
Mohinder follows him, pulling the gown together. “I didn’t realise you meant in work hours.”
“That’s the nice thing about being your boss. I can take you out and dress you up if the mood strikes.” Matt turns and looks at him. “How are you feeling now?”
“A little sore but otherwise alright,” Mohinder admits.
“Good, I’m taking Peter home tonight so we’ll be having a little... mixer at the house.” Matt wanders into the kitchen and opens the fridge. “I hope you’ll play nicely with the others.”
Mohinder tightly crosses his arms. “I don’t want any trouble.”
“Good.” Matt looks at him. “Go and have a shower. I’ll come up and pick some clothes out for you.”
Mohinder’s shoulders slump and he troops out of the kitchen.
Matt has all of Mohinder’s clothes all over the bed. He is making two piles and whistling to himself. He looks around when Mohinder skulks into the room wrapped in a towel.
“You are a pretty thing,” Matt says, looking him up and down.
“Is this revenge? Didn’t you get enough already?”
Matt stalks closer and pulls away the towel. “Don’t be so self-involved. You’re either mine or I’m yours. You the same as anyone else. I take what’s mine.” He turns Mohinder around and sits him down on the bed. “Nothing personal.”
“Oh, that makes all the difference then!”
Matt strokes his face. “I’ll let you ask questions and I’ll let you bitch and moan. I know it’s your nature. As long as you’re obedient as you do it.” He rubs his thumb over Mohinder’s mouth. “Be a good pet and suck me off.”
Mohinder meets his eyes and then looks down. He unbuttons Matt’s trousers and pushes them and his boxers down.
“Take your time,” Matt advises, stroking the back of Mohinder’s head.
Mohinder closes his eyes briefly, takes a deep breath, and then opens them again. He wets his lips and then licks Matt’s cock slowly; the flat of his tongue travelling slowly up the shaft. He breathes over the moist skin and Matt shivers. Mohinder moves to Matt’s balls, pulling them into his mouth and sucking gently, swirling his tongue around them carefully.
Matt moans softly and pre-come glistens at his slit.
Mohinder gently slides his mouth from Matt’s balls and moves to his cock, kissing slowly. He licks up the pre-come and then takes Matt into his mouth; tongue lapping as he sucks.
Matt’s hand touches his face. “Look at me,” he says in a heavy, guttural voice. “I want to see your eyes.”
Mohinder looks up and Matt smiles at him. “Such a good boy.”
“You had the mall shut down?” Mohinder asks, appalled, looking at the deserted, echoing precinct.
“It’s only for a few hours,” Matt says with a shrug. “They’re used to it for government officers. Most of them will be doing staff training or tidying up.”
“Why do you need it shut down?”
“So I can mall you in peace,” Matt says with a small smile.
Mohinder stares at him. “Was that a joke?”
“A pun at least.” Matt knits his fingers into Mohinder’s hair and drags him up an escalator.
“There’s no need...”
“Shush, be quiet now. Sir needs to be able to think to find you some nice clothes.”
Mohinder burns red as Matt looks him up and down. The skin tight shorts barely cover his crotch and the outline of his genitalia is clearly visible. The skimpy sleeveless t-shirt is riding up to show part of his stomach and is low enough to show part of his chest.
“Please don’t make me dress this way,” Mohinder asks quietly.
Matt blinks at him. “I told you to be quiet.”
“But...”
Matt takes a ball gag out of his pocket, and grabs Mohinder by the hair when he tries to back away.
“Open your mouth.”
“Please don’t...”
Matt shoves the gag into Mohinder’s mouth and spins him around to buckle the straps.
“I don’t want to hear another peep out of you,” he says firmly. He turns to the wide-eyed female assistant and waves at Mohinder. “Six pairs of the shorts, black, red, and white; and twelve of the t-shirts in whatever colours you have.”
“Yes sir.”
“What’s your name?”
“Uh, Esther,” she quavers uncertainly. She steps back as he moves closer.
“You’re pretty, Esther.”
She licks her lips. “Please... sir...”
“You got the short straw?” Matt asks, prowling after her.
“Please don’t hurt me, Director.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, Esther,” Matt promises, pinning her up against the counter. “Pretty little thing like you.” He reaches under her skirt and slides down her panties. “I spend a lot of money in this store. Are you on commission?”
“Yes sir,” she stutters.
“I’m going to ask for you in future,” Matt says, sliding a hand between her legs. “Because I think I can trust you.”
Esther squirms at his touch, her hands grabbing at the counter, and she bites her lip.
“I can trust you, can’t I Esther?”
She stares at him. “Ye... ye... yes... oh... oh...”
“I’ll be very upset if I can’t,” Matt murmurs. “See my pet over there? That’s only if I’m a little annoyed. Think how much worse ‘very upset’ would be.”
Esther nods desperately and squeezes her eyes shut. “Please... please... let me... let me...”
“Such a polite girl,” Matt says, biting at her neck. “Of course I’ll let you come.”
Esther throws back her head, gasping for air.
“Oh... ohhhh.”
“Say thank you, Esther.”
“Thank you,” she whispers.
Matt picks up her panties and sniffs them. “Next time, no panties, hmm?”
She nods and straightens her clothes.
“Now, sportswear next I think.”
Elle looks up when Mohinder creeps into the lab.
“Didn’t think you were coming in,” she says sourly.
“I’m not in the mood to be lectured,” he snaps. “Why’re you holding yourself like that?”
Elle gets up and gingerly makes her way to her desk. “Because after you decided to take a powder yesterday our new Big Boss and his assistant came down to play with the fixtures and fittings.”
“Are you alright?” Mohinder asks gently.
“Sure, fine. Cracked rib and I’m exhausted.” She pours herself a coffee from her flask. “Corsets are bitches when they’re strapped up so tightly you can barely catch breath.” Elle shrugs and smiles. “And four hours coming like a footfreak in a shoe store tires a girl out.” She takes a sip of her coffee. “What about you?”
“Parkman dragged me out clothes shopping. I spent hours being dressed up like a bloody... doll. Christ Elle, some of the stuff he bought is... you wouldn’t get rent boys wearing it!”
“Ooh! Like what?”
“It’s not a good thing!”
“Hey, I’d get spit roasted once a week if it got me free clothes!”
Mohinder frowns at her. “What the hell is spit roasting?”
“Come on Doc, what kind of clothes?”
Mohinder plays with a spatula. “Some of them are alright; a couple of suits, some shirts, and that sort of thing.”
“I want to know about the stuff rent boys wouldn’t wear,” Elle complains.
Mohinder rolls his eyes. “Miniscule shorts. Tight jeans, low slung that barely cover my arse. Leather... stuff. Sheer stuff, peepholes. Peepholes!”
“You’re going in to work in them?” Elle begs. “Right, right?”
“Oh I’m sure he’ll make me,” Mohinder mutters. “And after work I have to go to his home for a party!”
Peter throws himself at Matt’s feet as Charlie makes notes on a clipboard.
“Get up little one,” Matt says, touching his hair. “It’s time to come home.”
“Home?”
“Home with me,” Matt says. “Get in the crate.”
Peter stands up and turns to look at the packing crate. It’s three feet cubed with holes in all the sides.
“Sir? I don’t think...”
Matt covers Peter’s mouth with his hand. “No,” he says gently. “You don’t think. It’s not what you’re for. Just look pretty and do as you’re told.”
Peter’s eyes drop and he turns away.
“Hey, don’t be like that.” Matt puts a hand on his shoulder, awkwardly. Peter suddenly flings his arms around Matt and presses his head against Matt’s chest.
Charlie tries to turn a laugh into a cough. Matt gives her a look and then prises Peter off him.
“Alright, enough, be a good boy and get in the crate.”
Peter steps into the box and looks at Matt uncertainly.
“Kneel down,” Matt says patiently. “Arms around your head.”
Peter does as he’s told and Matt forces him down a little further before putting the lid on. He nails down the crate lid and moves around to the front to look at Peter through the holes.
“It won’t be long. You be quiet.”
Peter gulps and tries to nod.
The crate is loaded onto a trolley and carried out.
“Are you alright?” Matt asks, looking at Charlie.
“Yes Mr Parkman,” she says blushing.
Matt tips up her face. “He chose to join the resistance. You didn’t make that happen. You using intel you scam from Nakamura to catch Peter doesn’t make you responsible. He’s responsible for that.”
“I know,” she says softly.
“Good girl.”
Mohinder stares sullenly at the guard.
“I’m expected, Director Parkman told me to come to the house.”
Flint cracks his knuckles. “Sure, your name is down.”
“Then let me in Cro-Magnon man!”
“Get out of the car,” Flint orders.
“What?”
Flint rips open the door and drags Mohinder from the car. “Routine search.”
“He’ll have your job for this!” Mohinder threatens.
“Strip.” Flint says, shoving Mohinder against the wall.
Mohinder pulls off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt. “You are making a huge mistake.”
“Shut up fag,” Flint sneers. “I know what you’re here for. Lose the pants.”
Mohinder shoves down his trousers. “If you think you can intimidate me you clearly have no idea what I have to put up with.”
There is an unpleasant sound and a gasp. Mohinder turns around and gapes as Matt shoves Flint down over the hood of the car and fucks him.
“Please...” Flint moans, reaching out for Mohinder.
“I don’t like people touching my things,” Matt growls, slamming Flint’s head against the car with each word.
Flint starts to cry as Matt pulls out. Mohinder stands transfixed as Flint slides down off the car onto the pathway and Matt zips himself up.
“You’ll catch cold, pet,” Matt says, looking at him. “Put your clothes on.”
“I wasn’t... he made me.”
“I know,” Matt says more gently. “Put your clothes on and come to the house.”
“It wasn’t my fault.”
Matt sighs and gathers up Mohinder’s clothes. “I know.” He dresses Mohinder quickly and pats his cheek. “Get in the car, come on.”
“Luke?” Matt calls.
Luke bounds down the stairs and stops short when he sees Mohinder. “Peter isn’t the one in the crate?”
“Yeah, this is Mohinder.” Matt grabs Mohinder’s bottom and squeezes. “He’s a part-timer.”
“Like Charlie?” Luke asks, staring at him. “No touching?”
“Peter’s in a crate?” Mohinder asks.
Luke starts to redden as Matt frowns.
“You didn’t leave him in there did you?”
“Master didn’t say to take him out,” Luke whines.
Matt ruffles Luke’s hair. “Don’t sulk so. Go and let him out. You can play with him a little bit, nothing too rough, and then dress him. We’re going to have something to eat and I’ll let you all play outside.”
“Yes, Master,” Luke says, haring upstairs.
Matt rests his hand on the back of Mohinder’s neck. “You come with me. I have something very fetching for you to wear.”
Peter bounces outside; shirtless but in tiny, skin tight white shorts. He looks around and then makes his way over to Matt by the barbeque.
“Oh, that looks good,” Matt says with a nod. “Did you put on sun cream?”
“Yes sir.” Peter licks his lips, staring at the cooking food.
“Are you hungry, little thing?”
Peter nods shyly. “Yes sir, nobody fed me today.”
“Poor baby,” Matt says nicely. He makes up a plate with salad and a barbequed sea bass, marinated in lemon and orange, and hands it to him. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you! Thank you!” Peter scrambles under the leafy shade of a tree and eats with his fingers.
Luke glares across the grass at him and stabs at his fish with a fork.
“Slave, you’ll give yourself an ulcer,” Matt says mildly.
“He’s stupid!” Luke whines.
“I don’t need another smart slave, I have you.”
Luke preens and rubs up against Matt. “Please can I come to you tonight, Master?”
“You know he’ll be with me tonight.” Matt bites Luke’s ear. “But we might let the doctor have you a little while. He might like you restrained and miserable.”
Luke gazes up at Matt admiringly. “Will you watch?”
“I might. Or listen to you crying at least. Go and fetch him. He’s taking too long.”
Luke puts down his food and bolts for the open door. Matt takes a sip of his beer and watches Peter struggling with his food.
Mohinder is red in the face as he walks out into the garden. He’s wearing something like tennis whites but the shorts are the ones from the mall, tiny, tight, and clearly outlining his genitals, and the shirt is both tight and open mesh. Everything; clearly defined muscles, the fine downy hair around his navel, the nubs of his nipples, is clearly visible.
“Thought you were lost up there,” Matt says, running a hand over Mohinder’s hip.
“The shorts ride up,” Mohinder says flatly. “I feel like I’m wearing a g-string.”
Luke perks up. “Can we dress them in Candice’s clothes?”
“No!” Mohinder snaps.
“Play nicely,” Matt murmurs. “No Luke, not that.” He pulls Luke close and whispers into his ear.
Luke smirks and nods. “Yes Master,” he says, skipping off.
“Grotesque homunculus,” Mohinder says distastefully.
“Do you like sports?” Matt asks, handing him a plate of food.
“It depends on the sport,” Mohinder says warily.
“Hi Mohinder!” Peter says, bounding over.
“Tennis.”
Mohinder relaxes slightly. “Yes, I’m not bad. I saw you had a net up.”
“Sir,” Matt corrects.
Mohinder licks his lips. “I’m not bad, sir.” He shifts his weight and tries to make himself more comfortable.
“Peter, do you play tennis?” Matt asks.
“Sure!” he says cheerfully.
“When you’ve eaten you and Peter should play,” Matt says to Mohinder.
“I can’t play like this,” Mohinder protests, tugging hopelessly at his shorts. “I’m very uncomfortable.”
Matt nods. “I know.”
“Like your top,” Peter says suddenly to Mohinder.
“Peter, don’t speak unless you’re spoken to,” Matt says.
Peter’s head drops miserably and he nods. Matt ruffles his hair and he smiles shyly.
Luke comes back, an evil smile twisting his face, and carrying a box.
“Good slave,” Matt says taking the box. Luke smirks at Mohinder and Peter. “Both of you boys bend over. Lean onto the chairs if you have to.”
“Oh god, now what?” Mohinder mutters, pushing down the tortuous shorts and bending over.
“Something to make your match a little more... exciting.” Matt prepares Mohinder carefully and then works an anal plug into him. “Now turn around.”
“I can’t play tennis like this,” Mohinder says very quietly.
“I have great faith in your abilities, Mohinder,” Matt says, slowly strapping a cock ring onto him. “That’s not too tight is it?”
“Please...”
“Don’t say please,” Matt says firmly. “I don’t like it; if you want to grovel then call me Master.”
Mohinder bites his lower lip and nods. “Yes sir.”
Matt pulls the too tight shorts up and Mohinder sways. “Luke, find Mohinder a racquet.”
“Yes Master.”
Peter looks up eagerly when Matt pulls down his shorts.
“Mmm, you have a nice body, little thing.”
“Thank you!”
Matt prepares him carefully. “So tight, have you been fucked before?”
“No sir,” Peter says blushing.
“Never had a plug before?”
“No sir.”
Matt gradually works up to three fingers and then begins easing in the plug.
“Is that sore?”
“Yes,” Peter admits. “It hurts.”
“Pain is good, it means you’re alive. When you can’t feel anything else, pain means you’re alive.”
Matt stands him up and turns him around. Peter’s erection is clearly apparent and Matt struggles to pull down the shorts. Peter blushes furiously and looks away shyly.
“Is the plug exciting you, little one?” Matt asks, amused.
“Yes sir.”
“I can see I’m going to have to find something else for you next time.” Matt manages to get the shorts down and puts on the cock ring. “I didn’t know you were such a dirty boy.”
“Luke said you’re going to fuck me tonight,” Peter says breathlessly.
Matt pulls the shorts back up and squeezes Peter’s bottom. “Not just tonight. You’re mine now.” Matt looks at Mohinder. “Both of you.”
Matt sits back on the chair and holds his glass out for Luke to top up. On the grass Peter and Mohinder are on either side of the net, shifting uncomfortably.
“Shall we make this more fun?” Matt suggests. “Whoever wins, I’ll let him come.”
“What if we lose?” Mohinder asks.
Matt gropes Luke’s backside. “Luke gets you for an hour of his fun.”
“Thank you Master!” Luke says, surprised and thrilled. “An hour?”
“Hmm mmm,” Matt says, tapping Luke’s nose affectionately. “Nothing permanent, mind.” He looks back at Mohinder and Peter, both equally anxious and uncomfortable. “Well? Serve already?”
The ball bounces away from Peter and his whole body deflates.
“Peter, I’m sorry,” Mohinder says quietly. “I thought you’d get it... it’d be a draw.”
“It’s okay, Mohinder,” Peter replies with a shrug. “It’s only an hour.”
Matt walks over and runs his hand over Mohinder’s bottom. “That was the worst tennis I’ve ever seen.”
“Anal plugs and cock rings don’t really help,” Mohinder bites out.
Matt smiles slightly. “No, bend over both of you.”
They brace themselves on the posts holding up the net and shove down their shorts. Matt slaps Mohinder’s butt sharply and gropes him before working out the plug. Peter is crying softly as Matt removes his.
“Are you in pain?” Matt asks softly.
“Yes sir,” Peter whispers.
Matt turns him around and wipes his eyes. “You look pretty when you cry.” He removes the cock ring and Peter gasps, and comes all over Matt’s shoes.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“Clean that up,” Matt says, shaking his head. “Go on, get down there and lick it up.”
Peter sinks to his knees and laps at the mess.
“Dirty boy,” Matt says affectionately. “Slave, come and collect your prize. An hour mind and play nicely.”
“He came without permission,” Luke protests.
“So go and punish him,” Matt says shaking his head. “Do I have to tell you everything?”
Mohinder is waiting, shorts around his knees, for Matt to remove the cock ring.
“Congratulations, pet,” Matt says, taking it off.
Mohinder leans back on the post for support. “Thank you, sir,” he says heavily.
Matt picks up one of the discarded racquets and gives an experimental swing. “Bend over the net, pet.”
Mohinder sighs quietly and does as he’s told, shorts still around his knees. Matt strikes him lightly on the bottom with the racquet.
“What do you think; do we need new balls?” Matt suggests.
“Ha ha,” Mohinder says sourly.
Matt drops the racquet and uses his hand to slap lightly. “I know you used to photograph me.”
“Wh... what?”
“The few months we were sharing together.” Matt pushes Mohinder’s legs apart and prepares him. “You snuck into my room and photographed me when I was sleeping.”
“I... I...”
“Don’t deny it,” Matt says lightly, fingers gripping Mohinder’s legs. “I found the photographs.”
“I’m... I’m sorry.”
Matt hums as he enters Mohinder, and reaches around with one hand to stroke him.
“Did you do anything else?” he asks, closing his eyes dreamily.
“Nu... nu... no.”
“Are you sure?” Matt sing-songs.
“Yes,” Mohinder whines. “Wanted... wanted to. Didn’t.”
Matt adjusts his position and Mohinder gasps. “Better?” he growls.
“Oh... uh... fuck... fuck...” Mohinder moans.
“So much fun to fuck you,” Matt murmurs. “Whining, moaning, struggling...”
“I’m... I’m... oh fuuuuuuuck...”
“Coming...”
Mohinder screams out his orgasm and collapses onto the net.
“Come on,” Matt says walking away. “Heel.”
Mohinder follows Matt into the house and upstairs. They go past a door through which Peter can be heard whimpering, and another heavily bolted and padlocked, to the last two. Matt taps on the door on the right.
“Candice, I’m coming in, behave yourself.”
The room beyond... is a beach. Golden sands, azure water, and a orange and red sunset in the distance. An attractive brunette in a skimpy bikini is reclining on a chair. She glances over at them and raises her eyebrows.
“Yes?”
“This is pretty,” Matt admits. “Better than the storm.”
She shrugs and sits up, staring at Mohinder. “Is he for me?”
“What have you done to deserve that?” Matt asks. “Disobedient slut, what have I told you?”
She grits her teeth and her stomach balloons out. “At least let me stay pretty?”
“For the moment,” Matt agrees, sitting down and putting a hand on her stomach. “Going to be a soccer player, this one.”
“She’s pregnant?” Mohinder asks. “Really, it’s not an illusion?”
“Why the fuck would I want to pretend that?” Candice snaps.
“Be nice,” Matt warns. “The doctor is studying specials so he’s going to come by and take samples, ask questions. This is just an introduction so you know him.”
“I am?” Mohinder asks.
“Sure you are.” Matt stands up and turns back to her. “Show him who you really are.”
She shifts and blurs, her shape settling into an obese woman, still heavily pregnant, and chained at the neck.
“Candice is something of a problem child,” Matt says to Mohinder. “Like you, she’ll seem compliant and obedient but then as soon as your back is turned...” Matt shakes his head sadly. “I can’t even leave it to Luke to control her during the day. They have something of a personality clash,” he confides.
“Twisted little gargoyle,” she sneers.
Matt sits down next to her and she cringes away but is pulled up short by the chain. “She’s a pretty incubator most of the time. Alright, you can go back to your beach.”
Matt shuts the door behind them.
“Incubator?” Mohinder swallows. “Is that... your baby?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let it come between us,” Matt says.
There is a burst of noise from the locked, barred room.
“Who’s that?”
“Ah, that’s a secret,” Matt says. He pats Mohinder on the bottom. “Go downstairs and wait for me.”
When Mohinder’s gone Matt lets himself into the room and approaches the box.
“Fuck off!” the inhabitant snarls.
“You best be assuming I’m Luke,” Matt says warningly as he pushes open the flap.
The man inside lunges forward. “Parkman! Parkman please! Please, whoever you think I am... Sylar or an illusion or something else I don’t know. But I’m not! He took my place, he’s been keeping prisoner for months... maybe more I don’t know.”
“I know who you are,” Matt says evenly.
“I’m real, Parkman, Matt, I’m real. Read my mind!”
“I know,” Matt says again.
“What do you... who do you think I am?”
“I know that you’re Nathan Petrelli,” Matt says mildly. “Now be a good slave and quieten down.”
Chapter 3
Chapter 5
