Chapter 3.1: No One Will Know
"I..I cant wear this!" he proclaimed, "...this is a g..girls uniform."
After recovering from his near rape experience, Matthew was now fully awake, unaware of what was going to happen to him in the future.
In his hands was a black, mini-dress that resembled a maids outfit. His face was blushed do to the embarrassment of having somebody, whom he just met, watch him walk around in this skimpy outfit.
"Too bad," The man, now known as Gil, had said to the other male, "you should have read the contract." He said tauntingly.
Matthew let out a breath of frustration as he slid on the outfit. He sat down on the edge of the bed as he slid on the knee-high stockings Gil had also wanted him to wear.
"I..feel like a girl.." Matthew has said, looking himself up and down in the full length wall mirror.
"Ja...But it looks..How do I say this..," Gil had bit his lip, mentally undressing Matthew with his eyes, "..It looks sexy~"
This made Matthew blush, a bit embarrassed.
"Now, for your first duty, come with me.." The man had said, leading Matthew down a hallway. It looked as if the inside of the house belonged to the Victorian ages.
Matthew hadn't payed attention to the others constant rambling as he gazed at the paintings of old war figures, and a strange painting of the gray-haired man and some other lady. Her hair was a faded shade of light brown. Boy, was she pretty, Matthew had thought.
Why am I here? Matthew kept asking himself in his head, "If it wasn't for Alfred..I wouldn't be in this type of mess.." he said to himself.
"What was that?" Gil had asked.
"Nothing..," Matthew said back in his usual quiet tone.
"Hmph.." he eyed the male suspiciously, "..as your first task, I want you to clean the floor."
Clean the floor? But it was already spotless, Matthew thought to himself.
"Fine..," Matthew said, grabbing the sponge he was given to scrub the floor with, "how am I suppose to clean with this?"
"Hands und knees." He said with a smirk.
This made a chill run down Matthews spine at the thought of having to be on his hands and knees. He obliged to what Gil said. He bent over, getting down onto his hands and knees as he scrubbed, and scrubbed at the already clean floor. He felt Gil's eyes fixing on his head as he clean the floor, a bit scared for what was about to come ahead. Staring down at the floor, he heard the kitchen door close shut, and lock. Feel nervous, Matthew was too scared to even look up as he kept his vision fixed onto the ground. Then he felt something..It was the feeling of a warm hand. But..It was going someplace. Someplace he didn't want it to go. No way, Matthew thought. He bit his lip as he felt Gil's hand rub against his smooth arse slowly.
"What..are you doing?"Matthew alarmingly said, his face completely blushed.
"Shut up, will you?" Gil asked a bit rudely. He leaned against the marble counter, positioning Matthew onto his knees in front of him, a large bulge right in front of Matthew's face. What exactly was he about to do to him?
"Unzip it.." was the only thing Gil said to him.
Matthew gulped as he obeyed his orders. He brought his hand up and slowly pulled down his zipper. His eyes widened in amazement as his shaft popped out. Before he knew it, Gil shoved half of his full length into his mouth.
Matthew gagged a little as he looked up at Gil, fear was in his eyes as he pulled back, his own spit was dripping from the head of Gil's dick.
His hand grasped the base of his shaft, knowing what Gill had wanted him to do. Biting his lip, Matthew started to stroke slowly. The moans coming from Gil let him know that he was doing a good job.
Matthew had leaned in forward, his tongue licking the head slowly, almost teasingly. He took the head back into his mouth, sucking at it slowly. He groaned a bit at the taste, his hands jerking off Gil's shaft a bit faster.
Biting his lip, Gil placed a hand onto the back of Matthew's head, pressing down onto his head. He had forced half of his shaft into Matthew's mouth. Little by little, he started to thrust in and out of his mouth, the head pressing itself against the back of Matthew's throat after each thrust.
His cheeks turned red as his eyes closed shut. Air became shortened as Gil continued to thrust in and out of Matthew's mouth. Before he knew it, Gil had pulled Matthew's head back, tilting his head upwards a little as he smirked. White strings of cum had sprayed onto Matthew's cheeks. His cheeks had become flustered as he brought his hand up, wiping some of the cum off of him.
"You're mines now," Gil said.