by Zane Menzy
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Guilt disturbed Damon’s conscience, taunting him with what he and Todd had done to poor old Fatty Matty. The boy may have been a freak and dressed like a tragic Marilyn Manson fan, but Damon knew they had gone too far for the sake of a joke.
When Todd had said teach him a lesson, Damon had no idea what the lesson would involve. He knew it would be something funny and probably something humiliating. He should have made Todd stop, but no, Damon went along for the ride.
Damon knew that if the shoe had been on the other foot, he would have told Todd and himself to get fucked and just walk out. Why didn’t you just tell us to piss off, Damon wondered. The reason why was one Damon didn’t like to accept. He was scared of us.
Damon loved being popular, the attention, the envy, and the power. What he didn’t like was the chilling possibility that people feared him. That seemed to contradict the part of popularity that he enjoyed the most, the part of being well-liked.
He knew Matt was straight, and yet, the dork had been so worried about the threat of the police being called, or being beaten up, that he had gone as far to get down on his knees to suck Todd’s dick. If only Zoe was as obedient, Damon wished.
For a split-second, Damon had thought Todd was going to go through with it—let another dude suck his cock. The fact that Todd had let it go so far, was bordering on scandalous. Damon knew that he should have stepped in and stopped the nasty mischief as soon as Todd told Matt to wank on his bed, but a strange sensation had come over him—overriding his common-sense. If he were being honest, then he was curious to see how far Todd could push this shy lad. And push Todd did, almost pushing his dick straight into Matt’s mouth.
The first night Damon went to bed after the near same-sex cock suck in his bedroom, he had done what he did every night. Wanked. Not straight away though. There had been an unfortunate run-in with Matt’s cum that still clung to his covers. Damon had totally forgotten to change the sheets, and when he lay down naked, his skin had been defiled with the sticky residue of Matt’s leftover seed.
Damon had sworn out loud, cursing the little cunt for the mess. He had to get up and dry off with a towel before changing the sheets on his bed.
Once that chore was done, Damon had jumped back into bed with his clean sheets and let his mind wander to Zoe and her beautiful body. Once his mind’s eye grew tired of her, he let his fantasy wander to imaginary women; exotic, sexy beauties he wished to have in his bed. Ones that would let him do the things he wanted to do, not say no and demand to cuddle and make love—ones that sucked dick and wanted to fuck hard. The fantasies of fucking them in any hole he chose, brought his mind back to the cruel prank and the boy whose cum he had just laid in.
Damon didn’t know why, but he found the image of Matt on his knees, doing as he was told, a turn on. He was adamant it wasn’t Matt he was excited by, but the obedience of Matt’s reluctant knees on the ground and the way his open mouth hovered forward to service Todd’s cock.
Was Todd right about any hole being a goal? Were Matt’s lips any worse than a chicks? The idea of it was bizarre, but Damon wondered if Todd was on to something.
Had Matt done it, it probably wouldn’t have made Todd gay, Damon supposed. Todd wouldn’t have been the one with a dick in his mouth, that would have been Matt.
Damon stroked his cock, wondering about how the event could have unfolded had they let Matt service them both. Damon imagined himself, leant against the wall, his dick being sucked by Matt’s mouth. When he thought about demanding Matt swallow him, Damon felt his cock twitch in his hand and he spurted a huge load, soiling his clean sheets. He had laid in bed, panting, embarrassed by the deed.
I just blew my load thinking about a fucking dude! The thought was ludicrous and foreign to Damon but he calmed himself, promising his straight male pride he wouldn’t do it again. But he did.
The very next night, it started exactly the same way. Dick in hand, thinking about Zoe, followed by the imaginary, exotic women. He knew he should have just blown his nut at the straight visions but he let his mind take a deviant detour to Matt and his open mouth; his soft, wet lips tickling Damon’s knob.
Damon didn’t deny himself the pleasure of the fantasy. Fuck the guilt! He decided he got what he wanted in life, and that God-given right included his fantasies. If he wanted to get off, thinking about some guy being forced to swallow his load, then so be it. This time he conjured up the image of grabbing Matt by the hair, forcing his mouth down on his manhood ‘till the boy-forced-queer gagged on him. Again, Damon spurted streams of semen throughout his bed, falling asleep in the mess which soon dried on his skin.
Vicarious emotions—feeling guilty about Matt throughout the day, then horny about the boy’s mouth at night—were fucking confusing. However, Damon knew all would come right once he apologised to Matt for what they had done. Damon would also feel a lot fucking better when Zoe got back from her family holiday. With her back in the country, by his side, he could give his hand a rest, and his mind wouldn’t have to resort to sadistic powerplays to get his rocks off.
After his morning shower, Damon got ready for school, hoping today would be the day he could apologise to the quiet peaker lad with a penchant for wearing baggy, black clothing. He had looked all over for Matt at school the day before, but could not find him anywhere.
Damon assumed Matt must have stayed home, probably worried they would say something, drag his ordeal out a little further. But there was no way in the world they would.
Neither, Damon or Todd, would be telling anyone about what had happened. It didn’t exactly paint them in the most flattering light. If Matt bothered to show his face, then he would know that he had nothing to worry about.
It was now Friday— Matt’s next cleaning day—so it was inevitable Jenna was going to find out her newly acquired cleaner had quit.
Even though he hadn’t finished the laundry on Wednesday, Matt had done such an amazing job on the kitchen floor that Jenna said she intended to give him an extra ten dollars when he came back for his next shift. Damon didn’t have the heart to tell her that Matt wouldn’t be back. He also didn’t have the nerve to tell her. Jenna would go off her fucking rocker if she knew what Damon and Todd had done.
As Damon suspected, there was no sign of Matt at school again. With a sense of dread, Damon went home and waited for the inevitable explosion from Jenna once she realised Matt wasn’t coming.
The first signs of her bubbling tantrum came about 4:30. Matt was a half-hour late and Jenna was losing her cool, pacing back and forth in the kitchen. Damon sat at the table, eating a sandwich, wondering if he should say anything.
“Where the hell is he!” She exclaimed, heatedly. Jenna didn’t like people running late, neglecting the fact she herself was never on time.
“Maybe he doesn’t want the job,” Damon said, offering a plausible excuse for Matt’s no show.
Jenna stared at the clock. “No, if he didn’t want the job he wouldn’t have taken it in the first place. Besides, Glen told me Matt needs the money so he can afford to get into the hostels next year.” She fidgeted with her blouse before staring across at Damon. “It would be a shame if he did quit. He’s just like Lydia; a hard worker.”
Damon rolled his eyes at his mother’s praise of the Andrews family. “Don’t you think, you might be overestimating his ability a tad. It’s only bloody cleaning.”
Jenna laughed. “Damon, the day I see you lift a finger and clean up after yourself then maybe you can comment.”
“I do clean up,” Damon said defensively. “I stack the dishwasher.”
Jenna shook her head. “Putting your own dirty plate in the dishwasher doesn’t count as cleaning.”
“I hardly see you do any cleaning,” Damon snapped back.
“I don’t need to,” she answered. “I work hard and can afford to pay someone to do it for me.”
Damon snorted, nearly choking on his sandwich. “You don’t even work!”
Jenna g
lared angrily at him. “I help out at the gallery.” She nodded, convincing herself that two days a week of voluntary work at a local art gallery, talking shit and drinking coffees with the other rich housewives, counted as hard work.
“If you say so.” Damon shot her a smug smile.
“It’s amazing I even have the time to do that, considering my main job is putting up with you and your father.” She returned an equally smug look at Damon.
Damon smiled, laughing. “Touché.”
Jenna walked across the kitchen to look out the front window, scanning for any sign of Matt. “We have Courtney and Jeff coming for dinner tomorrow night and I need the place looking spotless.” She exhaled heavily. “Courtney will jump on anything I do wrong, so I’d rather not give her the chance.” Jenna walked towards the cordless phone sitting on the table. “I’m calling his house to see what the holdup is.”
“Don’t!” Damon said a little too loudly.
Jenna ignored him, picking the phone up. “Why not?” She gave Damon a dismissive look then walked to the kitchen drawers, looking for the phone book.
“I don’t think he’s coming today.” Damon bit down on his tongue, waiting for Jenna’s response.
“Why would you say that?” she asked, not really paying attention.
“Because he’s probably never coming back,” Damon said guiltily.
Jenna put the phone down on the kitchen bench, her eyes narrowed and she stared at Damon with angry suspicion. “And why would he never be coming back, Damon?”
Damon looked down at his lap, avoiding his mother’s burning eyeballs. “Me and Todd may have—”
Jenna threw her hands in the air. “Don’t even finish the sentence. You’ve already said enough.”
“We didn’t even do anything… really,” Damon muttered.
“I don’t want to know what you two idiots did to that poor boy. I know it won’t be anything good if it means you KNOW that he won’t be coming back.” She ran a hand through her hair, appearing frazzled. “Why do you have to have such dickhead mates, Damon?”
“Todd’s not a dickhead,” Damon replied quickly.
“Whatever. If you want to be friends with a dickhead, that’s your prerogative, but don’t think you and your mates can harass my staff.”
“Settle down, Jenna. You sound like a bloody plantation owner.”
Jenna looked like she wanted to hurl the phone across the room. “Matt was here to work, not be bullied by you and Todd.”
“Why would you think we bullied him?”
Jenna rolled her eyes. “Well, what would you call it then?”
“A joke! We were only having a laugh, and it wasn’t anything serious.”
“Well, I think it is safe to assume, Matt didn’t find whatever you did very funny. I can’t believe I raised you to be a bully,” she said, casting Damon a filthy look.
Damon’s stomach lurched with guilt. “What we did wasn’t bullying, we just had a laugh ‘cos we…” Damon shut his mouth, not letting the rest of his words tumble out.
Jenna lurched her head forward, waiting for him to finish the sentence.
Telling his mother about the panty incident was a cringeworthy step too far. Also, he didn’t particularly want to inform her what the joke had entailed. He shook his head in denial. “We didn’t bully him, okay?”
“I know a thing or two about being picked on, Damon. The way I met your father is no secret in this town. You know that. The way people treated me was horrible, so I know that if someone’s too afraid to show their face somewhere, then it’s a pretty safe bet that it’s because of some sort of bullying going on.”
Damon dropped his head, looking down at his lap. Ashamed to be cast in the role of such an arsehole.
Jenna banged her fist on the kitchen bench to make him look back up. “Now! You are going to go visit that poor boy and apologise for whatever it is you and Todd did.”
“I doubt it,” Damon groaned. “I’m not stepping foot in that freak’s dump of a house.” He didn’t know what Matt’s house looked like, but he knew the Andrews lived in poverty peak so a dump seemed a likely scenario.
“I’ll make you go live in a dump if you don’t,” Jenna threatened.
“And what am I supposed to say?” Damon protested. He threw his hands in the air and put on a girly voice, “Oh sorry for the other day. Please come back and be our cleaner. Please, please, please.”
Jenna’s forehead crinkled with lines at his childish response. “I don’t care how you do it. But I tell you now, Damon, it better be bloody good and make him want to take the job back because if he doesn’t, then it is YOU who will be cleaning this house top to bottom for tomorrow night’s dinner, and continuously ‘till I find a new cleaner.” She banged her fist on the kitchen counter again, giving Damon a look that told him she was deadly serious.
Damon knew not to cross Jenna at a certain point. Her green eyes bulging in fury told him the point had been reached. “Okay, I’ll go tomorrow and see him.”
Jenna shook her head. “No, Damon. You can go tonight, after dinner.”
“I can’t. It’s Friday night. I’m meant to be going to the movies with Todd and Lexi.”
“What a shame. You will just have to cancel and tell them you’ve made other plans.” She tilted her head, smiling. “Or better yet, go and invite Matt to join you.”
“Piss off,” Damon said, without thinking. He quickly mouthed sorry to his mother. “I’ll cancel the movies and go visit dipshit instead.”
“Good,” Jenna said, sounding pleased. “Who knows you might make a new friend.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Damon groaned. He wriggled in his seat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. He had felt guilty the past two days, intending to apologise, but Damon had not planned to do so at Matt’s bloody house, begging the weirdo to take his job back. How the fuck do I get him to forgive me enough to want his lame job back?
Jenna walked over and stood behind him; he felt her hand go to his neck. “I hate seeing tags sticking out from shirts. Makes you look like a dipshit,” she teased, tucking the loose label back under his t-shirt.
Damon smiled. Jenna had given him an idea...
CHAPTER TEN:
You See Me
The first thing Matt had done when he had got home from his near-oral experience was brush his teeth, gargling with minty toothpaste to wash his tongue clean of Todd Jenkin’s cock. It was hideous knowing that the tip of another man’s penis had tainted his tongue.
Even now, two days later, Matt felt his tongue tingle at strange moments like the taste of Todd was still in his mouth. He knew this was imagined since he hadn’t even tasted anything but he had tasted a touch, and as brief as it was, it had been enough.
Matt skipped school for the rest of the week. He had no intention of running into either of the fuckwits and be made fun of in front of other classmates. He would be the laughingstock of the whole school. Matt knew he couldn’t stay away from school forever but now that it was Friday night he figured he would have the weekend to recover from the embarrassment and go back Monday.
His father had left that morning to begin a two-week stint at his company’s Hamilton plant, leaving Matt as king of the castle for a whole fortnight. He was looking forward to it. Matt planned to replace the hideous memory of jerking off in front of Damon and Todd with an entire weekend hid in the basement, not emerging from the porn den ‘till his dick was raw or his hand calloused.
Matt’s father had gone out and bought supplies of booze and junk food for Matt to feed on while he was away. Not exactly great sustenance but Matt was grateful his father treated him more like a flatmate than a son when it came to their new living arrangement.
Things had been completely different when his mother had lived at home. She would have had a fit if she had seen the current state of the pantry and its unhealthy snacks, not to mention the fridge filled with beer and little else.
Fuck her, Matt thought. She wasn’t here to have a
say, and even if she was, she could get fucked for having the nerve to leave in the first place and abandoning them.
The sudden streak of anger he felt towards her was weird and the first bubbles of hate he’d released since she had left. He had sort of just gone with the flow, but after suffering the bullying at the hands of Damon and Todd, Matt somehow felt that his mother responsible.
Had she never walked out to begin her new life with Stephanie then she would have still been working at the Harris’s. Matt would never have had to take the fucking job, never have picked up those fucking knickers and never have stripped naked in front of the two idiots and then stupidly agreed to suck their cocks.
Matt slapped his face, trying to hit the memory from his head.
A clap of thunder roared outside, booming like an explosive orchestra. Matt walked over to the lounge window, pulling the curtain aside to inspect the nasty weather. The night hugged the outdoors, its darkness lashing the glass pane with violent rain. It was a great night for horror movies, Matt thought. Not that he would be watching anything in that genre down in the basement.
A knock at the door echoed through the hallway. Matt patted down his shirt, calming his scare. The door emitted a loud knock again. “Hold your horses,” Matt called out. He marched to the door, expecting to see Jason with an unexpected boozy visit.
“Two visits in one week, you must be bloody bored,” Matt said as he pulled the door open. Matt’s stomach dropped and his jaw clenched when he saw that the person standing there was most definitely not Jason.
“No, this is my first visit ever here I think,” Damon said, smiling. Beads of water dripped down his face, his clothes wet from the rain bucketing down behind him. He held a black carry bag in one hand and a wrapped box in the other.
“Oh... hi.” Matt ran a hand through his messy hair, unable to hold Damon’s eyes. “Sorry. I thought you would be someone else.”
“Evidently,” Damon said. He looked over Matt’s shoulder, peeking inside the house as if trying to work out if anyone else was home.