Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2023 12:54:11 +0100
From: I Dusk
Subject: My New Personal Assistant (10)

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  Chapter 10 - Fucking Monday


It was Monday morning. We naturally took a day off.

I was so sore I thought I would need another week until I would be able
to sit without the pain. But I loved it! I pushed my body this weekend
further than it had ever been and got to know Thomas from a whole new
perspective. We did it in every room of this house, we have done it
rough, tenderly, and I think everything in between one could think of!
That guy knew how to work man's body to ecstasy, and I couldn't help but
cherish him now even more.

I came to his kitchen and watched Thomas making breakfast. He was naked,
and the marks all over his body gave me a rush as the memories within
them spoke to me. I got hard instantly, not even pondering where all that
cum came from? I've shooted so many times this weekend that I just lost
count.

He turned to me and smiled.
"Good morning, Matt."
"Good morning, Thomas."
I came behind him, kissed him on his ear, and ran my tongue up his neck.
That vein has become my best friend now. He was so cute when he shivered
every time I licked it.

His stumble started growing, and it nicely filled his face. It suited
him, and I didn't mind it one bit. Actually, I kinda thought it was hot.
His firm butt pressed on my rigid cock, and he chuckled.
"Still haven't got enough?"
"Never will be enough. Especially seeing you like this."
I bit lightly on his shoulder. He moaned and turned to me, wrapping his
hands around me.

"Enjoy it. This is our last day," he said with a smile, but his eyes were
serious.
"Then I think I will move my company here. I should have a new computer
delivered here within a few hours."
He laughed and took both plates to the table.
"Are we going actually to eat it this time?" I asked smugly.
He chuckled and looked at me with a devious smile.
"We should," he said.
"Well, I suppose we will need the energy."
"You had been eating quite a lot yesterday," he winked at me, and I
remembered. My dick started leaking again.

"We should do something like this in my office. I love having sex in
there."
He looked at me with a severe expression.
"What?"
"I meant that, Matt. We will never have sex again after today."
"Why not? I think we have a good thing going on."

Thomas gave me that stern look that started all my fantasies back then,
but this time it felt suffocating and not arousing.
"Are you planning on breaking up your engagement?"
"I honestly don't know. It crossed my mind."
We talked a lot this weekend, and I told him my realization that Natasha
may not be for me. I thought he meant this with that question.

"Are you planning on coming out as bi?"
"No."
This time I looked seriously into his eyes. This was the line for me. I
have no issues with people being gay, but I just never saw myself that
way. Even now. This was just an enjoyable exploration of my sexuality,
and I now understood those straight guys who told me that guys could suck
you better than any woman. But to have a relationship with one? No. I am
not gay or bi. This is just a bodily function for me. I liked pleasure.
Being gay or bi is a whole other thing for me!

"Right. So you want me to be your secret."
"You are a sadist. That's a bit outside the norm as well. You want to
tell me that your hookups post that about themselves on their social
media?" I leisurely started eating.
Thomas looked offended. I was just being frank.
"Some. But they are at least not in the closet."
"Yet I suppose most of them don't out themselves that they like to be
tied up and choked."
Was he getting angry? His face looked fierce, and the vein on his neck
started bulging harder.
"Do you disclose the way you like to have sex with your fiancé or women
in general?"
"Sometimes... In a way. I like to brag to a few close friends from time
to time, but that's normal."
"I seriously hope you mean normal is that a man likes to brag, not that
sex with a woman is what's normal in this scenario," his voice got so
cold.
"Well, you can be open-minded as you'd like, but you must admit that it's
more common for guys to brag about scoring with chicks than with... what
do you call men for hookups?"
Yes, he was definitely furious now.
"You really are sexist!" the disappointment in voice was unmistakable.

I finished my meal and looked calmly at him.
"Look, I am just saying that if I would go to any group of people and
told them I scored with a beautiful woman, I'd get cheers, and if I would
come saying that about a beautiful man, I get stares," I shrugged my
shoulders as I had just said the most obvious thing one could think of.

He stood up and went to the counter, putting his plate on it.
"I was right. This was a huge mistake."
"Thomas, stop, wait."

What followed was the first real argument I had with this man, and it was
scary. The coldness that radiated from him, the sheer power in his voice.
I felt cornered, and he never even raised his voice. But I am not the one
to bow my head and refuse the fight when I see one. So we went full-on
with it. No screaming, no physical attacks this time, just argument after
argument, comment after comment, until both of us were fuming with hatred
toward the other.

"I think you should leave Matt."
"I think we should fuck."
"I think you have just stated that you are not gay."
"I think this is getting ridiculous."
"I agree," he couldn't help but smirk slightly. He frowned right after,
but I already saw that he found this hilarious, as did I.
"I think you want to fuck me." I came closer, keeping that redundant 'I
think'. I found it funny at this point.
"I think you are pushing your luck, bitch," he sneered. He was obviously
aroused but, at the same time, probably still angry. Will he finally
punish me? He refused to do that the whole weekend no matter how many
times I told him that I wanted to try it.
"I think you know that I can take it." I was right in front of him, my
solid chest pumped and my cock hard. Yes, the stern coldness when he was
angry was turn-on as hell for me. I am officially weird. Don't give a
fuck. Just the idea of having a real hate-fuck with him made my asshole
twitch with anticipation.
"I think your pussy can't take much more."
"I think you are dying to try it, cunt."
We stood there, our noses maybe an inch apart. We stared at each other,
and the tension between us was massive. We both knew Thomas was enraged,
but we knew this was hot. I saw in him he wanted to punish me badly, and
he saw in my eyes that I wanted just that!
There was a short moment of that hot, tense silence.

"Get the fuck out."
"Make me, bitch."

"What will you tell your fiance about you being marked all over?"
"Do I seem like I care about that now, boy?"
"Do not call me boy, bitch."
"This seems to be an issue with you, boy. Did I hit the nerve?"
It started to get hard to breathe in here. And we both knew we needed
more. I don't even remember what we were fighting about initially. I just
wanted him to punish me badly!

"I am not going to sleep with you, Matt."
Is he trying to calm himself down? No!
"Don't worry, fag, ..."
I was going to continue the sentence along the lines I don't want to
sleep with him, that I want to fuck... but the way he looked at me made
me freeze on the spot. Even when one is trying so hard to achieve
something, there is a point when one knows... Fuck! I knew. I knew that I
had crossed the line. I crossed it big time, and it was too late. The
look of him! Now I knew I would go home. The way he glared at me after
saying that word was nothing that I'd seen all weekend. There was no
rage, no hot anger. This was a frozen solid statue of a pagan God staring
at me with utter disgust.

He turned around and walked away. Shortly, he came back, and in his hands
were my clothes. He didn't even look at me when he opened his front door
and threw them out. I looked at the clock on his oven, which read 9:12
am. Then I felt Thomas grab my hand and twist it behind my back, the
other hand pulled my hair, and before I realized it, he was dragging me
to the door.
Fuck! I messed up big time!
"No! Thomas, STOP! NO!"

I tried to fight, but he obviously had done this before. I had no chance
in hell! Within a few seconds, I was thrown butt-naked on the street, and
his doors slammed behind me. I heard a lock.

"Fuck!" I whispered between my gritted teeth. I knew there was no way he
was going to open for me. Obviously, he doesn't care more than I do not
make a public scene and bring attention to my naked figure covered with
bruises and bite marks.
"Fuck!"
I reached for my pants and picked them up. My shoes, phone, wallet, and
keys fell from that bundle of my clothes, and I put the pants on and
grabbed the rest, running into my car.

I looked around, paranoid, and thankfully, I didn't see anyone on the
street. I put my shirt on, caressing the place where a few buttons were
ripped off, knowing that I would not be able to close it. Then, I put
socks and shoes on. There were no boxers, though. I liked that.

What now? I seriously didn't think this through!
I picked up my phone and dialed a number.

"Hi, Matt, what's up?"
"Brandon, I am coming over. I need a place to crash for a couple of
days."
"Okay... Sure. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, sure, why shouldn't it be?" I looked at my ripped shirt and
bruised torso.
"When will you be here?"
"Twenty minutes."
"Well... I guess I'll see you soon."
"Thanks."

Then I started the car and dialed Roger.
"Hi, Matt. How it went?" his cheery voice sounded from the speaker, and I
frowned.
"Not good, but I don't want to talk about that."
"Doesn't matter, if I should be honest, one more project with them, and I
would probably need therapy."
"Tell me about that."
"Is Thomas with you?"
"No, he will come tomorrow, I think. I don't know. We had a little
misunderstanding."
"What did you say to him, Matt? Please don't make him quit!"
"Ok, Roger, focus. I am taking the rest of the week off."
There was silence on the other line. Like deep heavy silence. Fuck you
all with all those silent treatments! I am getting sick of it!
"Glad you understand. See you Monday."
"What..."
I heard that as I turned off the call and stepped on the gas.

"Fuck him!"
Good, finally, I feel something! I was furious! I changed the gears and
slammed my fist on the wheel.
"Fuck him!"

Third I dialed Natasha. What am I going to tell her? I created this short
scenario where I needed to stay longer because of the project and
clients, but when she picked up, I pretty much growled into the receiver.
"Matt?"
"I need some space. I am going to Brandon's. I will call you Sunday."
"What? Matt, what is going on?"
"I will call you Sunday, Natasha."
I pressed the touch screen on my dashboard, ending the call and stepping
on the gas again. I watched the blurry surrounding speed around me and
gripped the wheel as memories came of that night came back to me... No! I
started shaking and felt like everything was falling on me. I couldn't
breathe, and my vision blurred from tears forming in my eyes.
I made a sharp turn and drifted on the side of the road, spinning. The
car stopped, but the world didn't stop crushing down on me. I slammed the
wheel many times and roared into an empty interior.

I spend quite a long time like that. Trying to get through it until I
calmed down. I was nearly at Brandon's and decided to make it there.
I picked up my phone and texted Thomas.
M: "Are you coming to the office tomorrow?"
T: "Do you want me to?"
M: A Deal is a fucking Deal
T: Then I will see you tomorrow in the office
M: I am taking this week off
There was a short pause before he responded with:
T: Then I will see you when you return.

Fuck him!
I started the car and went to Brandon's.

Brandon was my best friend since we were twelve and started freerunning.
He lived now in a fancy apartment building, and I stood on the hall in a
ripped shirt, bruises all over, waiting for him to open the damn door
finally.
Now. I think Brandon saw me in most states of "fucked-up" he could
imagine, but seeing me now at his front door was probably one he hadn't
yet. He didn't even speak, just looked at me like he was unsure if he
should mock me, console me, or grab a jacket and beat the man I pointed
to. Brandon stood there speechless, and I quickly went inside. I came in,
and this small mirror hung next to the door. I looked at myself, and
damn, I looked pitiful. There were apparent marks on my throat and
bitemarks on my chest. My eyes were red as if I was just crying, and my
hair was disheveled like I had been in a fight for my life.

"Did someone kidnap you?" I couldn't tell if he was serious.
"No."
"Right. Did Natasha do that?"
I looked at him like he was stupid. We both knew Natasha could never pull
something like this off. Screaming and crying, sure, but she was weak as
a fly, and she never was the physically aggressive type.
"Right... Then who did?"
"You should see the other guy," I said jokingly. I meant that as one of
those things we used to say when we were young and came beaten up after a
bar fight. But Brandon obviously didn't get my witticism, maybe since it
was apparent that those on my chest were bitemarks.

"You let a guy do that?!"
Fuck! No... There is one thing not to tell him and let him assume it was a
woman and a whole different straight-up lie to him. I could pull that on
anyone else, but Brandon was like a brother to me. He knew me best. He
knew me more than my fucked-up parents or my wife.
"Fuck... It was a joke!" I tried, but he observed me closely now.
"A guy DID that!" It was only for the briefest moment that my face
probably betrayed me, but he knew me well enough to catch that.
"Was that consensual?" his worried look pierced my eyes.
"Yes." I was sure he could see I was being genuine cos his mouth opened
in slight amusement. Here we go...
"Are you gay now?"
"No, of course, I am not gay, Brandon."
"Ok, so you bi or something."
"Why is everyone labeling me now? No! I am not anything!"
"Chill, bro. This was just unexpected, that's all," he ogled me with wide
eyes, and his lips started slowly curve into grin. Great...
"This is top secret, Brandon. Is that clear?!"
"Sure, but can I tell at least to guys? When are you going to introduce
him to us?"
He looked so amused, he was grinning like this was the most hilarious
thing that had happened to him all year.
"Shut up. We are not telling anyone!"
"Why? They would be cool with it."
"I wouldn't be cool!"
"No, you were obviously hot!" he looked at me, head to toe, with such a
mocking grimace I wanted to punch him.

He was one colossal grin as he walked into the living room.
"Do you want a beer, or are you full?" he smirked at me.
"Seriously, stop it, or I will stay at the hotel."
"Oh, poor me, not having a freeloader on my couch. Or do you want to
share my bed?" he winked at me.
Right, I'm definitely not telling anyone!

"Can you lend me a shirt?"
"Sure, bro, come." he was still looking at me with a smug, but at least
he didn't make another sick remark.
We got into his bedroom, and he pulled out a cotton shirt handing it to
me.
"What's his name?"
"Stop that."
"No, please, I need to know. Do I know him?"
"No."
"Do I know of him?"
I stared at him silently and grabbed the shirt. I threw it on the bed and
took off my ripped one. When my chest and arms got fully exposed, he
breathed silently, "Fuck...."

"Do you have something with long sleeves?"
"Man, did he tie you down?"
I exhaled, and my cock twitched at that memory. "Yes."
"Who fucked who?"
"Stop it. Do you have a long sleeve?"
"No, I'm all out," he smirked, but when he saw my not-at-all-amused face,
he just turned and handed me one.

"Even though, maybe you should leave it to breathe if you want it healed
sooner."
"Fuck." I took the short one with resignation.
"Don't worry. I will let you know if we will have guests," he wasn't even
trying to suppress his laughter now.

"So that are two questions you still haven't answered."
"Can you give me some rest?"
"Would you, if I came covered in bite marks like this to you?"
We both knew I would be worse. I really am evil.

I gave up. It was Brandon. I felt I could tell him anything, I just
braced for the neverending taunting, and that's inevitable now anyway.
"His name is Thomas. He is my personal assistant. We both fucked each
other. He is a sadist, and I am probably too. I am not gay or bi. I just
loved being fucked by him and fucking him."
"Isn't that definition of being gay?"
"No. I'm just a hedonist. I could never date a guy."
"Is he also not gay or bi?"
"No, he is gay."
"Right, so you have now affair with your gay assistant? While, of course,
you are perfectly straight."
"We are not having an affair. We won't sleep together after today."
"Right... sure, and just a quick question, whose decision is that?"
I pierced him with my angry look. He just smirked and raised his brow.
"His," I admitted.
"I thought so, and where are you coming from now?"
"His house."
"Why didn't he let you stay there? Why did you come here?"
He reached and pulled out some sweatpants for me.

I took them. "I will need some underwear as well."
He laughed out loud so hard that tears fell down his cheeks. Fucker. This
was a mistake.
"Sure, of course. Here."
He handed them to me but still couldn't stop laughing. Well, until I took
my pants off, and he saw the state of my legs and my butt. Then he
stopped and just watched me, amused, getting dressed.

"So, why?"
"He threw me out for calling him a fag."
"I heard people don't like that. So why did you even call him that?"
"I wanted to make him angry."
"Why?"
"I wanted him to hate-fuck me."
"You are sick, bro. I love you, and it's all good but damn!"

"How long have you had this... preference?"
"I don't know. I don't think I had it before."
"Bro, you were looking for a fight since you were little. I'm not asking
that. I mean, since when do you like that in sex?"
"I told you I don't know! I never let myself be like that with any woman.
I would be in prison if I would. They are just too fragile. What woman
calls rough sex is just scratching the surface of what I can actually do
to a right guy."
"Were there more?"
"No! I told you I am not gay."
He looked meaningfully at me, and I rolled my eyes.
"So what now?"
"I don't know. I want my body to heal before I meet with Natasha."
"Are you still going to marry her?"
"Sure. Why not."
It's not like I will ever be with Thomas. And I can't imagine looking for
some other guy. So I will probably get used to living as I lived before
and maybe get Thomas to do me like this again to get it out of my
system.

"No judgment here, bro, but I live in this apartment cos I liked pussy
too much to be just with one, and as you know, even when I thought I had
everything covered, Flo found out. And as you surely remember, divorce is
a dirty business."
"Then what would you do?"
"Decide what you really want and then bear the consequences."
"Now you sound like Nate."
"Nate is one of the wisest men I know."
"You telling that about John or Dan as well, depending on whom you are
quoting at the moment."
"Sure, they are all smart."
"Do you say that about me as well?"
"No!" he said with a grin and left the room.
I smiled. I am glad I have this man as a friend.


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