Matty Swallows

Matty’s stomach fluttered with excitement, as he knew that the rules of the game they were playing dictated that he had to obey Kyle’s commands. He hesitated for a moment, but then decided to lean over and start unbuckling Kyle’s belt. As he reached for his pants, Kyle chuckled and said, “You know, Matty, I want you to do it with your seatbelt still on.”

Matty swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that the restriction of his seatbelt while attempting to give Kyle a blowjob would be difficult, but he also knew that he had to obey Kyle’s instructions.

Matty took a deep breath and leaned over, trying to reach Kyle's erect member. He struggled a bit due to the constricting fabric and the awkward angle, but he managed to wrap his lips around Kyle's throbbing shaft.

Kyle let out a groan of pleasure, his hips bucking involuntarily. He grabbed Matty's chin roughly, guiding his movements. "That's it, Matty," he growled, his voice husky and enticing.

"Take my cock deep inside your mouth."

Matty's heart raced as he continued to work diligently, determined to please Kyle. His seatbelt pressed against his waist, cutting into his flesh as he writhed and moaned softly. Kyle's grip on his chin grew tighter, his command unwavering. "Fuck, Matty," he groaned, his voice vibrating with pleasure. 

Matty redoubled his efforts, sucking and licking Kyle's engorged member with renewed vigor.

The sounds of slurping and wet, sloppy kisses echoed in the confined space. Kyle gripped Matty's head fiercely, thrusting his hips forwards and backwards in rhythm with Matty's oral ministrations.

"That's it, Matty," Kyle groaned, his voice husky and guttural. "Show me how much you love serving me."

Matty swallowed hard, his throat burning from the intense suction.

He **** himself to maintain eye contact with Kyle, his gaze locked on the man's piercing green eyes. As Matty continued to work on Kyle's erection, a sudden realization dawned upon him—the connection between their bodies transcended mere physical attraction. It was a profound bond forged through mutual understanding and shared experiences. This revelation sent waves of electricity coursing through Matty's veins, heightening his already elevated arousal.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Matty?" Kyle murmured, his voice dripping with lust.

"Tell me, Matty," he urged, his voice urgent and insistent. "Do you like being my sissy slut?"

Matty moaned softly, his answer muffled by Kyle's pulsating organ. He nodded vigorously, unable to find the words to respond verbally. Kyle smiled triumphantly, his grip tightening on Matty's head. "I knew you'd say yes, Matty," he gloated, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. "You're my perfect little sissy slut."

Matty swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.

He grabbed Matty's chin fiercely, guiding his movements.

"Fuck, Matty," he groaned, his voice vibrating with pleasure.

"You're making me cum." He knew that if he failed to satisfy Kyle, the consequences would be severe. He sucked harder, his tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of Kyle's cock. Kyle let out a strangled cry, his grip loosening on Matty's head. "That's it, Matty," he rasped, his voice strained and ****. "Bring me to orgasm."

Matty nodded, his jaw aching from the effort.

"Yes, Master," he croaked, his voice rough and strained. "I'm your perfect little sissy slut."

Kyle grinned wickedly, his face contorting into a sinister visage. "Excellent, Matty," he crowed, his voice triumphant and vindictive. "Now, I want you to swallow every drop of my seed."

Matty gulped, his throat constricting at the thought of ingesting Kyle's essence. And suddenly it started coming at him, shooting rapidly down his slutty untrained throat faster than he ever expected. 

The taste was foreign and salty, a cocktail of pure maleness, the flavor of masculine potency filling his mouth and overwhelming his senses.

Despite the lack of warning, Matty instinctively swallowed as fast as he could, fearing that any spillage would result in punishment. He desperately wanted to prove to Kyle that he was capable of satisfying his every desire.

As the last drops trickled down his throat, Matty gasped for air, his lungs struggling to compensate for the deprivation caused by Kyle's massive load. He collapsed back into his seat, exhausted, yet utterly satisfied.

Kyle laughed boisterously, patting Matty's head affectionately. "Well done, sissy," he praised, his voice brimming with approval. "You certainly know how to make a man happy."

Matty smiled weakly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Thank you, Master," he murmured, his voice soft and timid. "I hope I pleased you."

Kyle chuckled, his grip tightening on Matty's head. "Oh, don't worry about that," he assured, his voice warm and inviting. “You’re a natural.”

Kyle complimented Matty as he buckled his pants back up and returned to driving. “You really know how to use your mouth, boy doll.”

Laughing nervously, Matty glanced back at Logan, who was squirming uncomfortably in his cage. The metal bars seemed to dig deeper into Logan’s sides, his knees pressing painfully into the cold metal floor beneath him. He had been trapped in there for far longer than he was accustomed to, and his growing discomfort was palpable.

Logan’s pleading eyes met Matty’s, silently begging for release.

However, Matty simply shook his head sympathetically, indicating that he too was helpless in the matter.

Kyle watched the exchange between the two submissives with a hint of amusement before focusing on the road once more as he slowly turned into the long winding driveway of the Manor. 

The sun was starting to set, casting a warm orange hue across the lush landscape surrounding the estate. The sight was breathtaking, causing Matty to crane his neck, taking in the beautiful scenery. He couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to live in such a magnificent place.

Kyle pulled the car to a stop in front of the mansion's grand entrance, activating the automatic gates to open as he maneuvered the vehicle through. The gravel path led up to the majestic building, which stood proudly amidst the sprawling grounds.

The mansion, a grand testament to the wealth and power of its inhabitants, was a sight to behold. Its imposing structure dominated the landscape, its elegant lines and intricate details a testament to the craftsmanship of those who'd built it.

As the car pulled into the garage, the automatic doors slid open, revealing a spacious and well-lit interior. The scent of burning oil and gasoline hung thick in the air, the faint hum of the engine echoing through the cavernous space.

Kyle expertly maneuvered the vehicle into position, engaging the parking brake with a satisfying click. He then disengaged the transmission, and the engine died with a final puff of smoke.

Being gentlemanly Kyle graciously opened the passenger door and helped Matty out of the car. He then headed to the trunk to free Logan and firmly instructed him to bring all their shopping bags up to Kyle’s bedroom and wait there with them. 

Logan crawled out of the cage with difficulty, his muscles stiff and sore from the prolonged confinement. Kyle watched him carefully, making sure he was able to walk without assistance. Satisfied, Kyle turned his attention back to Matty.

"Come along, Matty," he coaxed, his voice soft and soothing. "Let's go inside."

Matty hesitated, his gaze lingering on Logan as he shuffled away with the heavy bags. Finally, he nodded and allowed Kyle to lead him up the grand staircase.

As they ascended, Matty glanced down at the magnificent entryway, his heart swelling with pride and gratitude at the privilege of being invited into such a world.

They made their way to Ken’s office which was a study in opulence, with a vast mahogany desk that stretched across the room, its surface cluttered with paperwork and mementos of Kyle's father's illustrious career. A plush leather chair sat behind the desk, facing a large bay window that offered a stunning view of the manicured gardens and rolling hills beyond.

Kyle motioned for Matty to take a seat in the chair, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Matty," he said, his voice firm and decisive. "Today, right now, you will sign the contract that will bind you to me, the contract that will hand over all your freedom to me forever."

Matty swallowed hard, his palms sweating as he reached for the pen resting on the desk as Kyle placed the papers his father had prepared on the desk in front of him.

The paper felt thin and fragile, almost ethereal in his grasp. He traced over the fine print with his finger, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Matty," Kyle's voice broke through his thoughts, "are you ready?"

Matty nodded, his eyes locked on the contract in front of him. He signed his name with a shaky hand, the ink bleeding onto the page, leaving a mark that would bind him to Kyle forever. As he finished signing, Matty handed the pen back to Kyle, who clapped him on the shoulder in approval.

"Excellent, Matty," he said, his voice proud and satisfied. "From today onwards, you belong to me."

Matty nodded, his eyes welling up with tears. "Yes, Master," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "I am yours."

Kyle nodded, his eyes shining with happiness. "Welcome to our family, Matty," he said, his voice warm and welcoming. "I hope you enjoy your new life here with us."

Matty nodded, his heart racing in his chest.

"Yes, Master," he sighed, his voice quivering with anticipation.

Kyle smiled, his eyes twinkling with delight. "Wonderful, Matty," he purred, his voice rich and seductive. "Now, we must celebrate your joining our family."

Matty swallowed hard, his gaze darting nervously between Kyle and the stack of papers on the desk. "Celebrate, Master?" he asked, his voice tentative and uncertain.

Kyle nodded, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Absolutely, Matty," he purred, his voice deep and resonant. "We shall celebrate by the pool with you in that skimpy little bikini we purchased earlier today." "Yes, Master," he whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation. "I will wear the bikini for you."

Kyle grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Excellent, Matty," he said, his voice warm and welcoming. "I can't wait to see you in it."

Matty nodded, his gaze darting nervously between Kyle and the stack of papers on the desk.

Kyle nodded, his eyes sparkling with delight. “Why don’t you go get ready, and have Logan put on his sparkly silver bikini he wore to the club the other night as well, oh and you should both redo your makeup as well, extra sexy. I’ll be up in 15 minutes after I get a few things ready.” Kyle gave his marching orders nonchalantly but still with a tone that ensured Matty knew he was serious.

Matty nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. “Yes, Master,” he sighed, his voice quivering with anticipation. “We’ll be ready.” He replied before swiftly heading out of the office and upstairs to change and make sure Logan did the same as instructed. 

Matty wasted no time either, quickly stripping off his clothes and stepping into the bathroom to freshen up. As he washed his face and brushed his teeth, he couldn't suppress the feeling of excitement that danced within his veins. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, seeing a transformed individual. The shy, nervous man he once was no longer existed; instead, a confident, sassy diva replaced him. He blinked several times, unable to believe the transformation.

Matty dried off and stepped into the dressing room, where he found the skimpy red bikini waiting for him.

With bated breath, he slipped the top over his head, marveling at how perfectly it fit his curvaceous figure. The cups cupped his breasts gently, accentuating their fullness while still allowing enough room for growth. Next, he slid the bottom straps over his hips, adjusting the ties to fit snugly against his body. The thong-style design left his ass completely exposed, showcasing his perky derriere to perfection.

As Matty admired himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence and empowerment.

He adjusted the bikini top and bottom, ensuring everything was positioned correctly. The combination of the tight material and strategic placement of the swimsuit created a tantalizing appearance, drawing attention to his curves and assets.