Chapter 3.2: No One Will Know Part.2

"You're mines now." Gil had said. He dragged Matthew to the kitchen counter, bending him over. Gil lifted up his dress, revealing his round arse. The gray haired man licked the tip of his fingers, then brought then brought them down as he rubbed his fingers around the other males hole.

"N..No..Don't!" Matthew pleaded. His hands gripped the edge of the counter.

The male didn't listen though to his consent. He forcefully shoved his finger inside of Matthew's arse, and then moved it around the inside of him.

Having never felt this kind of feeling, Matthew had cried out loudly, "Your finger..I..It's..A-Ah!"

The blond males eyes had become watery as he felt the head of Gil's shaft press against his entrance, "N..No..Please don't..I-I'm begging you..please!" Matthew had shouted.

Though no matter how much he begged and pleaded, Gil still didn't stop. He roughly pushed the tip inside of him; his hands placing themselves onto the young man's waist to keep him still.

Matthew closed his eyes shut as he cried out in pain from the feeling of being stretched out.

"If you get any louder, mein wife might hear us, und you know you wouldn't want that to happen, ja?" Gil asked, pushing more of his length inside of Mat's arse until all of him was inside. He groaned at the feeling of how tight he was around his sensitive skin, "Mein gott..You're really tight." Gil said; his hips moving slowly as he started to thrust in and out of Matthew.

Gil had continued to thrust in and out of Matthew, his thrusts getting faster and faster.

Mat cried out loudly, tears falling down his cheeks. His back arched up by itself as he moaned out loudly. He brought a hand up to quickly conceal his moans.

"A…All most...there." Gil said through a moan. His thrusts became faster. He pushed in deep inside of him, the tip of his shaft rubbing again Matthew's prostate until they both couldn't take it anymore. The both of them had moaned out loudly at the same time, both of them cumming together.

He pulled himself out then zipped his pants back up.

"As for now on, you are my new toy. You will clean for me und pleasure me when I want you to. Now clean up."

Matthew was now exhausted, barely able to hold himself up as he stood up straight, cum dripping down his leg slowly.

With that being the last thing he said, Gil left. Walking to the door, he opened it then left out.

Matthew stared at the door, thinking. Wasn't that door locked? And if it was, how did Gil unlock it without the key? Matthew ignored the thought as he got down onto his knees, washing away the cum from the counter with a green, damp clothe.

"Ugh..Finally." Matthew said with a sigh. He walked into his room, noticing two piles of fresh new maid uniforms. He then set them aside into the closet as he plopped down onto his bed, burying his face into his pillow. Thinking about what had happened earlier today brought tears to his eyes. He curled up into a fetal position, holding his knees to his chest as he sobbed softly, "D..Damn you Alfred." He kept saying to himself. The tears hadn't stopped falling down his cheeks until he passed out from crying, his cheeks stained with the saltiness of his tears.

"Wake up..," a voice had said. It sounded..so familiar.

"H..Huh?" Matthew said, rubbing his eyes as he sat up.

"Dude..Come on..It's time to eat!" The voice said.

Matthew sat up in his bed. He looked around. The walls..They were different. Instead of the Victorian styled wall paper, it was changed to a room with dark tanned walls. His bed was covered with a blue quilted blanket. On the walls were pictures of him and his brother Alfred. He gazed at a picture of when they were little. He was on top of Papa Francis' shoulders, eating an ice cream cone. Next to them was his mama Arthur with Alfred on his shoulders, eating his ice cream cone. Matthew was staring out the picture, watching as Arthur was arguing with papa over something he had said. Matthew smiled, remembering the moment.

"Dude c'mon! It's time to eat!" The voice said again.

"Alfred..? I..Is that that you..?" Matthew stuttered. It was Alfred.

The voice said nothing; his face became a bit more visible. The figure walked towards Matthew. He looked exactly like Alfred, Matthew thoughts.

The figure came closer, his body..was glowing.

"Alfred..? What are you doing?" Matthew asked him as he crawled towards the end of the bed, his foot placing itself on the ground under. His eyes widened as the gray-stone of an alleyway.

The glowing figure then ran off into the alley, laughing obnoxiously as he chanted, "Hurry up dude! The hero's hungry!"

"Wait.!" Matthew called after, "please don't leave me again..!"

It was too late; the sounds of his laughter had died out slowly. He was gone, never to be seen again.

"A..Alfred!" Matthew shouted, small tears forming in his eyes, "please don't-!"

Matthew shot up in his bed, noticing he was still in his maid uniform. He scanned around, then back at the closet door.

Tears began to fall down his cheeks slowly, choking out a few words before sobbing his eyes out.

"D..Don't go..!" He shouted, then laid back down, his tears flowing down his cheeks, "don't leave."