Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Chapter 1

Matthew's POV:

I immediately distanced myself from him when I regained consciousness. Among all the people I've kissed, male and female, he was different. It felt like I wanted more than just that. But I restrained myself. I looked at him, and he had his eyes closed. Tul approached me, about to grab his arm, but I tapped her hand and hugged the drunken man. Even his hair smelled good.

"Boss, who is he?" Tul asked, clearly jealous. He glared at the guy.

"I don't know," I said.

"I'll handle it. I saw what he was doing to you." He attempted to grab him to me but I tapped his hand again.

"I said no!" I raised my voice. He looked scared. "I'll take care of this." I declared. I looked at this guy, who now had both hands clasped around my arm. "Get the car ready." I added. Despite his hesitation, he quickly followed.

I lifted his face again. His features were so beautiful, almost too beautiful to be a man. I didn't realize I kissed him on the forehead and lips for the last time. I carried him out of the bar. The car was ready. We entered.

When we reached the mansion, I took him straight to the room. He was still sound asleep from excessive intoxication. I was about to leave when he grabbed my arm. I looked at him, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Whoever you are, thank you for saving me," he said. For the first time, I was glad someone thanked me. Suddenly, he pulled the collar of my shirt and kissed me. I followed suit, but my eyes widened when I felt the heat. "Shit!" I exclaimed. I looked at him, sweating profusely. He also removed his clothes one by one. I cursed because even I was sweating.

This was the effect of the new drug produced by the organization. Why did I agree to this? The drug's effect was such that even if you didn't drink it yourself, as long as you shared saliva with someone who did, you'd get infected. And your sexual desires would skyrocket.

I wasn't in the mood for a one-night stand, but my lower abdomen was starting to ache. Whatever. I looked at the man, and he was already undressed. He held his member and raised and lowered it. My arousal intensified.

I couldn't do anything, so I took off all my clothes. I straddled him, kissing him, and I got more turned on every time he moaned at what I was doing. He probably liked it. My kisses descended on his neck, leaving marks on both nipples that trailed down his body. I didn't skip any part; I left marks everywhere. Now, facing his well-endowed manhood, I immediately took it into my mouth, making him go wild.

"Arghhhh..... More .... Don't stop da...ddy....." I smiled at what he said. So, I sped up until he released in my mouth. He trembled with pleasure, almost gasping for breath.


I took off the rest of my clothes. I rubbed his cum that was released earlier on my penis and his tunnel. I don't have any lube or condoms in my room. because I don't usually bring those who fling ever my fuck buddies here to the mansion. because I have the right place to fuck. But this guy is exemption. I'm not a fan of vanilla sex. I'm always rough and hard. So I immediately entered it. Suddenly he growled loudly. When I looked at him, he was crying. I immediately looked at my Master. When I touched it there was blood.



"What the fuck! Are you still a virgin?" I was about to pull it out If he stopped me.

"Please ....d-dont... C-continue what you're doing." I understood because I felt sorry. I brought my face closer and kissed him. He immediately responded and his tears continued to flow. So I immediately wipe it off.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were still a virgin." I whispered.

"It's okay. I want this." He said even though his forehead was wrinkled in pain. I didn't move at first so he could adjust. "You can move." He said. And I nodded. At first it was slow. I can still see the wrinkles on his forehead.
I know he is hurt. And my heart aches at what I see. But eventually I was able to speed up the thrust. His facial expression change. Now he is moaning messed.