Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2023 09:09:35 +0200
From: I Dusk
Subject: My New Personal Assistant 18

Chapter 18 - Midnight kiss

Thomas led me around the house and walked in through the back door. I
followed and saw a spacious kitchen. Inside was only a small group of
four men, but the party was lively by the state of noise in the next
room. Thomas motioned for me to come in. His shirt was now buttoned, and
he walked to that little group with a smile. They all looked at me.
Great... I stepped in, not at all looking forward to being here.
"Hi." A cautious but welcoming wave greeted me with the deepest voice I
had ever heard. That man was a fucking behemoth! He had a bold head and a
nicely groomed beard. 6'5, maybe more. His huge muscles only enhanced
his size. He looked like a bodybuilder, and the black sports shirt on his
chest would be in so much pain if it were a living being. It was
stretched so much on his torso and bulging biceps that I was thinking,
why even bother putting anything on? Just paint it, it would have the
same effect.
Next to him was a guy with curly red hair about 5'8. He turned around to
look. I suppose he was in his late twenties maybe early thirties and he
still had these boyish features. His hair was little under his chin, and
he was lean except for his broad shoulders and strong arms. Wearing a
button-down green shirt that matched his eyes. I must say he looked cute,
even pretty.
Those two were holding hands, and the height and weight difference made
them look like complete opposites, underlined with the dark skin tone of
that behemoth next to the pale skin of the ginger one.

Thomas stopped next to another big man. Is this some club for tall,
muscled bodybuilders? I realized each one of them was ripped, including
Thomas. Thomas is 6'1, and this guy was like three inches taller. Bright
blue eyes contrasted with his dark hair and beard. His white t-shirt also
showed a big frame and pronounced muscles.
Next to that one was a guy about my height with blond hair, a
clean-shaven face, and brown eyes. He was shredded as well but standing
between those two, he looked little. I felt like I came to some gym
party. Even Thomas and the pretty boy, who wore dress shirts, looked
casual. Top buttons opened, and sleeves rolled up. I have to say I felt
intimidated and overdressed.

I realized their talk had stopped, and they were all looking at me.
Perfect... That is always a good sign...
"Hi." I came over to them, standing between Thomas and that red-haired
one.
"This is Matt," Thomas said casually.
Everyone nodded my way, and I chose to act with confidence. I don't mind
meeting new people, just all this was very sudden, and neither of them
felt like my "kind of people," or better yet, I felt totally out of place
being here. But the fact that I had just bred Thomas gave me a slight
confidence boost, so I went with it.
"Matt, this is Ben," Thomas pointed at the Behemoth. "his husband
Peter," Of course! Fucking ginger, pretty boy. I stared at him.

"Ross and Phil."
I heard him but didn't even look at which one was which. Peter and I
glared like we killed each other's families but tried to play it civil.
He then had the nerve to sneer at me and turn to Thomas.
"What is he doing here?"
"Bringing chaos into my life," Thomas grabbed a glass and handed it to
me while he took one himself.
"I am driving," I said calmly.
"Are you?"
I was confused a bit; who else would drive me? I didn't see him sitting
behind the wheel in the state he was in. He wasn't drunk that he would
be babbling and incoherent. I suppose he was just in the euphoria stage.
I would guess he had two or three drinks. But still not okay to drive.
"Yes," I said calmly.
Thomas just smirked.
"I think you will regret this later, but suit yourself."
I put it on the counter and turned to them.

"So what brings you here, Matt?" Ben asked.
"I just wanted to wish Thomas a Happy New Year."
"How nice of you," if look and voice could give a person poison, no one
would be able to find me an antidote fast enough.
"I am a very nice person if I want to be, Peter."
"I am just confused since we have never heard about you before."
I hated that fucking sneer on his face. He looked like I was some kind of
unique bug, interesting yet still disgusting. Fuck you, pretty boy!
"I, however, heard about you, pet."
If I were in my twenties, I would punch him! Such arrogance, like he is
better than me, and I just walked into the wrong establishment. He was
seriously irking me.
Ben straightened his spine and gave me a warning look.
"You don't get to call him that."
"If he keeps looking at me like that, he will be happy if I call him
only that," I looked seriously at Ben while I stated that matter of
factly.
Peter looked as if I had just stepped on his foot and Ben looked amused
at Peter, Thomas, and back at me while crossing his arms on that massive
chest.
"Careful, boy."
I am not intimidated by you, big guy. I've taken down bigger in my
times.

I looked calmly at Thomas. I was about to ask him if we could go
somewhere private when someone shouted. "30 seconds!!!"
I looked that way and back at Thomas. He had this slight smirk. That
cold, waiting stare of feline hunter, I knew it too well by now. He was
waiting on my move, and I knew there was no way to get him away from
here.
We stared at each other, murmuring voices around us, music in our ears,
but the only thing I saw was his face, not even two feet from me.
"Ten!"
"Nine!"
I told him I wouldn't kiss him in front of his friends!
"Eight!"
It's not even important. I got to fuck him. So I can get home satisfied!
"Seven!"
Fucker! You've done this on purpose!
"Six!"
No fucking way! You can kiss my ass.
"Five!"
Fuck!
"Four!"
It doesn't matter. I am not doing this!
"Three!"
Fuck you!
"Two!"
Fuck!
"One!!!"
"Fuck you, you bastard!" I didn't even realize I said it out loud.
Thomas smirked. I knew that smile. It was his fucking victory smile.
"Happy New Year!!!"
I stepped to him and grabbed him by his neck, launching on his lips.
Thomas replied with the same aggression, and we made out there in the
middle of some stranger's kitchen with people right next to us.

When we let go of each other, I could see Peter kissing Ben. Ross with
that Phil guy were standing there. Ross looked at me with a smile, and
Phil was staring hungrily at Peter and Ben. Then they looked at him and
pulled him between themselves, and all three started making out big time.

"Happy New Year," Thomas whispered in my ear and licked it.
"You not going to hunt someone?" Thomas asked Ross. He smiled, but it
didn't reach his eyes. He had a kind of longing in them.
"Nah, I am good."
"Ross avoiding random midnight fuck?" Peter asked, amused.
"And Tom brings a straight guy over and kisses him at midnight?" Ross
shot back.
Peter looked at Ross and glanced at me. "You are straight?"
"Yes," I confidently stated. Peter now stared at me like I was a
vermin. Fuck you, pretty boy! He turned to Thomas.
"Did you know?"
I didn't know if I should feel good for annoying him more or just reach
my limit and get the fuck out, so I won't say or do something to him.
"Yes," Thomas said calmly. Peter looked even worse now. "I had a great
chat with his fiancé."
"That is pretty much over," I said, and Thomas looked at me with a
slight smile.
"Since when?"
"Since I got out of a party with my friends and told them I am going to
kiss someone else at midnight."
"She must have been thrilled."
"She shouldn't have come in the first place."
Thomas and I just stared at each other.

"Well, this is a hell of a unique New Year!" Said Ben, towering over
Peter and Phil and hugging them both. Was he British? Only now, I noticed
a slight accent.
Before anyone could say anything, we heard a voice calling Ross and Phil.
"Don is probably looking for us," Ross told Phil.
"Right. We should go to him. I will see you two later." Phil kissed
Peter and Ben again.
"They will come with us," Thomas said to Phil. Everyone looked at him
with questioning looks.
"Will we?"
"I need the basement."
They looked at me, and then Ben grinned at Phil. "Come over tomorrow, or
better yet," he threw keys from his pocket to Phil. "Go to sleep in our
room. We will join you when we're done."
"Man!" Ross exclaimed. "This really is a special New year!"
"What?" Phil asked him.
"You have no idea what you are just holding in your hand, man!"
"What?"
"Who am I to spoil it for you? Come!"
"Go. Enjoy the party. We will join you in a few hours." Ben said with a
smirk and looked at Peter. Peter sneered at me and nodded
enthusiastically to Ben.
"What is going on here?" I asked Thomas, but he only took me by the
hand and led me somewhere. I didn't look, but I was sure that Ben and
Peter were following us.
"Come." He led me to the back and opened a door.

We went down the stairs, and I was utterly speechless. Yes, the dungeon
is a fitting name for this place. The floor was simple hard stone, and
around the room were some things I never saw, but I could guess what are
they for. It had a fascinating smell here. There was also a couch and
even a bed.
My sight stopped at a rack with so many different things one could get
spanked or beaten with that I didn't know if find it creepy or loved it
immensely. There was too much of everything. It was hard to check it all
out without walking around like at an exhibition. Damn! I would love to
look around here! But with those two behind me, I didn't feel
comfortable checking it out properly.
"What is in your basement?" I leaned to Thomas's side.
"I have something similar."
"Why haven't I seen that?"
"You were not ready."
"Seriously?!"
"Yes."
Thomas calmly walked and opened a door in front of me.
"Go in there and come out when you will be done."
I quizzically looked and realized it was a massive bathroom with a wide
stone shower and a bathtub in the corner.
"What am I supposed to do here?"
"You will find everything you need in that cabinet," Ben said behind
me.
"Thanks."
I stepped in, and Thomas closed the door. I looked in that cabinet and
found many things but what stood out the most was a couple of bottles of
douche... "A-mazing..." I said through my gritted teeth, utterly
unimpressed.

I showered and did what needed to be done. Then I put my clothes back on
but left the jacket, vest, shoes and socks off, holding them in my hand
as I stepped out.
Peter and Ben looked like they were in the middle of a discussion, and
when they saw me, Ben turned to Thomas, who was looking over the
equipment.
"What do you want to do with him?" Ben asked.
"I am not sure. To be honest, he was not supposed to contact me for
another week."
I smirked and put my things down. I walked toward Thomas, hugged him from
behind, and breathed in his scent.
Ben looked at me. "So, you going to punish him for disrespect?"
"He can't do that. Technically I haven't broken the deal."
Thomas turned in my arms to face me. "Technically, and if we count only
this one."
"I already paid for the previous one, fucker," I said offensively,
knowing that I was crossing the line, but I wanted to put a statement out
there. I am not his fucking sub! His eyes turned cold, and he smirked at
me so deviously that I got excited. Fuck yeah! I love him like that.  I
would be scared if I wouldn't feel so cocky.
"That brat needs to be put on a tight leash." I heard Ben's growl
behind me. "You would not be able to sit for a week if you called me
that."
"Promises," I turned to him with a smile. Although I must say, seeing
him react to my response made me freeze for a moment, and cold sweat
emerged on my spine. I turned back to Thomas, and the way he looked
closely at me gave me chills!
"Thank you, Matt. I was looking for more reasons to punish you."
That sadistic calmness in his tone reminded me of when he told me I never
received proper punishment from him. I realized we mostly fucked hard,
but I suppose there is more to that is there. Should I be worried?
Peter watched Thomas, and his look said it all. He was shocked, and he
hated my guts! Good. This alone gave me enough satisfaction.

"Stay here," Thomas told me and went to the couch, sitting on it.
For Peter, only one look from Ben was enough to understand. He smiled,
lowered his head, and put his hands behind his back.
"How cute, puppy, stay," I murmured silently when Ben was on the couch.
Peter obviously heard that as he looked at me with the corners of his
eyes, but I just grinned at him.
"Take off the shirt."
Since Ben was giving that order, Peter raised his head and started
unbuttoning his shirt with slow sensual movements. I looked at him and
tried not to cringe. It was appealing, and I would probably be into that,
but his presence just irritated me.
I looked at Thomas, and he was watching him.
What is this bullshit? Thomas looked at me, and I raised one eyebrow. He
smiled at me.
I started thinking for a bit.
I grabbed both sides of my shirt firmly, between the buttons, right in
the middle on my custom-tailored dress shirt. Then, I put all my strength
into my arms and pulled it roughly, ripping it off on my chest. Ben and
Peter turned to me, hearing the sound of tearing fabric and flying
buttons. They watched me, shocked.
It took me three hard pulls to rip it fully open, but seeing Thomas part
his lips involuntarily was worth every single shirt I own!
Thomas looked at me, his eyes burning, and I stared back at him. I pulled
out cufflinks and put them in the pants pocket. Then I shook the fabric
off my shoulders. Thomas straightened on the couch, and I crumbled the
shirt into a ball and threw it at him with a smirk.
I heard movement from Peter, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of
looking. What I wanted was Thomas's stare until that pretty boy's peep
show was over!

"Belt." I heard Ben. His voice sounded entertained.
Peter pulled slowly on his belt, lowered himself on all four, put the
belt in his mouth, and crawled under Ben's legs.
I rolled my eyes. What the heck is this? Some subs contest? No way I will
do this in front of that pretty boy. He obeyed every whim of that man and
was still tossed away. I waited till Ben kissed Peter's mouth, praised
him, and took the belt. He put it around Peter's neck and pulled. He
kissed him again and told him to sit.
Then I pulled my belt out and, holding it in my hand, walked towards
Thomas. Standing above him, I stared into those night-sky eyes that
observed me.
"Give me your hand, Thomas."
"Kneel."
With a warm smile, I spread his legs and kneeled slowly between them.
"Your hand, Thomas," I purred in front of him.
He gave his hand into mine. I kissed his palm and put the buckle on it.
Then I wrapped the rest of the belt around it. I looked him in the eye
earnestly before kissing each finger.
Thomas smiled. "Good boy."
I smiled widely before he put his lips to mine, and we kissed.

"What now?" I asked him after he let go of me.
Thomas slowly unrolled the belt, folded it in half, and then brushed the
leather on my face. Tingling feelings of excitement and fear crossed me,
and I just knelt there waiting, and my body started shaking.
He touched my mouth with the belt... "Kiss it." I did...
Neck, I closed my eyes, trying to compose myself, and then I looked at
him silently.
Shoulders... I felt the leather traveling on my body, and I knew how much
I yearned and despised it.
Chest... My nipples hardened upon the touch of the material.
Belly... I sucked in my stomach in the rush of fear.
My still fully clothed dick was straining my pants. Thomas circled it
with the belt.
"Take them off."
I stood right in front of Thomas's face and opened my pants while
looking at him. Then I turned around and bent while staring at Peter.
Finally, I pulled them down with my briefs, stepped from them, and turned
back to Thomas. His eyes were dark! I could see his cock was hard and
tenting his pants.
He brushed my legs slowly with the curve of the belt.

"Come here, boy." I heard a deep caring voice. I looked, and Peter had
pure hate in his eyes. Ben took him in his arms and made him look at him.
Peter straddled Ben's hips, and Ben unbuttoned his pants and took them
off while kissing his belly.
Thank you, master." Peter looked a bit calmer now.

I returned my attention to Thomas, and we stared at one another. Then I
felt the leather on my thighs.
"Do you remember your safe word?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to continue?"
"Fuck, Thomas! I can't think clearly when you look at me like that!"
"Answer me, Matt."
"I don't want them to be here."
"Then you should leave now."
"Why?"
"Because I am on my last resolve to hold back."
"Fuck!" I whispered more for myself than anyone else. I was starting to
shake from how much I wanted this man!
"I am waiting, Matt."
My dick was leaking. The belt was touching my ball sack, and I was
genuinely afraid yet turned on so much! I didn't mind Ben, but that
pretty boy kept giving me such irritating looks that I wanted to punch
him every time. Fuck it!
"Lady," I said, my voice laced with lust.
Thomas closed his eyes and breathed out. Then, he stood right before me
and kissed me while holding my neck.
"Good boy."

"Step back." He pushed slightly, holding me by the throat. "Spread
your hands and legs."
I took a wider stance and felt the belt traveling around my legs and butt
as Thomas circled me.
"I will now hit every part of your body. You will thank me every time.
Is that clear?"
I breathed in and out. Every single one? Fuck... I was excited beyond
measure from the fear of the unknown.
"Yes."
He stopped before me.
"Do you wish to start from the top," he put the belt on my face. "Or
the bottom?" he traveled lower, not forgetting to brush my cock and
balls with it. I watched my precum stick to it slightly, and a small rope
stretched following it.
"Top."
He slapped me with it across the face. It wasn't as painful as it could
be, but it stung.
My hands immediately closed in fists, and I fought hard the urge to punch
him, straddle him and keep beating him until someone would pull me away
from him. I breathed heavily and realized Thomas is watching me closely
with immense care in his eyes. As if he knew! I looked at him and
remained silent, defiant, at the absolute edge.
"Fight it, Matt," he whispered, and I got lost in those blue eyes. I
relaxed my fists and my jaw. I didn't even know how hard I was gritting
my teeth.

"I am going to do it again from the other side."
"Don't," I whispered.
He stood there for a moment, looking at me.
"You can do it, Matt."
"Then tie me down."
"No," his look was caring yet resolute.
I realized that Ben pushed Peter down on the floor further from me and
straightened on the couch. He looked very vigilant and watched me with an
intense stare. I suppose if I snapped, he could jump on me.
I nodded.
Thomas waited, and then he slapped me again! This time my face turned
from the impact, and I roared into the room. I looked at Thomas like a
wild beast. I was shaking, and the only thing between me ramming on him
and slamming him against the ground was his look. That fucking feline
stare. Menacing, severe yet relaxed, and sure.
The sharp sting echoed through my whole body. My mind started to drift,
and I felt my heart pound so hard that I couldn't breathe for a moment.
I looked at Thomas, trying to make him understand that he is reaching my
limit.
He came closer and licked the place he had hit. I shuddered and looked at
him.
"Breathe, baby."
I did. It took me a few long moments, but I did it. He came closer and
kissed me, holding me by the neck. "Good boy." I purred into his mouth,
immediately feeling myself calming down.
"You were going to say something."  Thomas patiently waited for me to
calm down.
"Thank you." I breathed out, realizing with relief that I hadn't hit
anyone.
He put a hand on the back of my head and kissed me deeply.
"Good boy. I am proud of you."
I blinked, utterly stunned. He smiled and turned around.
He put the belt down and walked to the rack with whips and canes.
"Come over here, Matt."

It took me a moment to make my legs move, but I did.
"Choose."
So, it's not over... I guess I should still be grateful.
"Every part of my body?"
"Yes, except face since that was done already."
I nodded and looked at the collection in front of me.
"This one."

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