Matt

Two rough pairs of hands grab your legs and slide you over the filthy restroom floor toward Matt, pressing you ass to ass with your best friend. You can feel Matt's quickened pulse and rapid, shallow breathing through the scant but intimate contact of your rear ends. Before tonight you'd seen Matt naked before in a non-sexual capacity and never really thought much of it--you thought of yourself as heterosexual, after all--but seeing him tied up and nervous was kind of a turn on for you. It was a confusing feeling, to say the least: Matt was your best friend (the somewhat shitty events of the night be damned), so why were you suddenly getting aroused at the thought of him at the mercy of a group of thugs and criminals?

Maybe it was because Matt was always so... vanilla--always safe and kind of a white knight; Matt was no angel, sure, you needed only look back to the past couple of hours to be reminded of that, but there was a very stable, supportive quality to Matt that couldn't be denied. Maybe what turned you on was the idea that even someone as stoic, reliable and earnest as Matt could be turned into a kinky, submissive slut. You could sense his arousal through your contact: as much as Matt was terrified at your current situation, he was also clearly horny as fuck.

"Perfect." You see Screws looming over you and Matt, holding one of the two cases the Twins brought in. He sets it down on the floor beside you and gestures to the Twins (who were the ones that dragged you over to Matt) and Boss's biker groupies. "Okay, so I've got ideas for these two." He opens the case and pulls out item after item of intimidating sex toys: chastity devices; dildos; butt plugs; gags of the ball, spreader and o-ring variety; blindfolds and gimp masks; vibrators; anal beads of all sizes and textures. You shiver at the sight of a chain of anal beads, each about the size of your fist, covered in blunt spikes.

"I got ideas for them too. The females are all worn out at this point and I could use a couple of tight fucking holes to tear up. Can't do that if you get to 'em first." You hear Toro's voice coming from over in the direction of Matt. You recall his huge, muscular frame: a man of that size would undoubtedly destroy both you and Matt for weeks, if not permanently.

"Fuckin' hell, man. It's no fun if you've already fucked them. You're too rough. I like 'em fresh." Screws grinds his teeth. "How about you take the third one before someone else gets to him?" Screws gestures toward Tom, who has, somewhat miraculously, been left untouched and unattended while the rest of the gangsters focus on ruining Miranda and Sarah.

"I want two holes, man, so I can fuck 'em one on top of the other. You know how I like it. You take the third one." Toro counteroffers. The biker groupies shake their heads in annoyance until one of the Twins clears his throat.

"Whenever my brother and I need to settle something we play for it: Rock, Paper, Scissors. One round."

"What happens if you tie?" Screws asks suspiciously.

"Then we compromise. If you two tie, then me, my brother and the ladies here get to decide who gets what." The Twin answers. "Trust me, we have ideas too." He grins maliciously at you, sending a cold sweat over your body. Toro looks at Screws and nods.

"Okay, we'll play." Screws says. You'd find the idea of leaving your sexual fate to games of chance completely crazy if you hadn't already been doing it all night with your friends. Now you just feel stupid. You feel Matt squirm nervously as you watch Toro and Screws stand face to face, their arms in position to decide your fate. They raise their fists and you feel like time slows to a crawl as they bring them down.

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