Pepe

Chapter #7 /// Handsy

Matt burst into the bedroom he had shared the night before with Pepe. Jumping into the bed, he crawled under the covers and tried to forget the sounds of Jarmour's screams. He hadn't meant to hurt him. He'd had no idea Pepe would do that. During their night together, Pepe had been nothing but gentle, all soft caresses, delicate kisses, and soft words. He'd felt safe and comfortable in Pepe's arm despite it being his first time with a man... or a frog.
But now, Matt wasn't sure. The Pepe he thought he knew was gone, replaced with one he wasn't sure he wanted to know. Was he doing the right thing? He had only just met Pepe and had already been surprised. What other things about Pepe didn't he know about? Matt's heart started to race. What had he gotten himself in to?
Sitting up, Matt climbed out of the bed and started to pace. He didn't have a car. What had he been thinking? He had let Pepe drive him here. He didn't even know where he was. Pepe's large hand resting on his thigh had kept him distracted the whole time. Maybe one of his friends could help. Matt reached into his pocket for his phone. It wasn't there. He had no way to communicate with anyone from outside. Starting to panic, Matt carefully crept out of the room and to the front door. It was locked. Matt gasped and his blood started to run cold. Pepe had trapped him here.
"Matty."
The single word sent a shiver down his spine. The voice that had sent him over the edge last night now threatened to make the tears that had gathered in his eyes spill over. He turned around slowly. "Yes?" He responded, his voice breaking at the end as he saw the face of the frog, man, whatever it was, that had lead him straight into this trap.
Pepe brought his hands out from behind his back. In one was a handcuff. In the other was a blindfold.
"No!" Matt screamed, backing up. With a thud, he hit the door and sank to his knees. "Pepe! Please!"
"I'm sorry, Matty," Pepe answered, his voice emotionless and blank, "But I have to." Before Matt could blink, Pepe had grabbed him, flipped him, and shoved his head into the door. Matt heard rather than felt the impact of his skull against the hard wood. He felt his eyelids start to flutter and his vision dim. Pepe quickly got to work putting the handcuffs and blindfold on. The last thing Matt remembered before he blacked out was the feel of Pepe's hands, the same ones that had brought him to high after high not even twelve hours ago, now securing the cuffs and destroying any chance Matt had to get out of the house.
"Handsy," Matt murmured as he lost his fight for consciousness and drifted off into blackness.