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Went home with the Wrong Guy

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PrincessGumdrop

PrincessGumdrop

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Oliver looked around in the bright light. Everything was bright to him and cold. He was cold. They had taken his clothes at some point, he wasn't really sure when because he was pretty sure the last guy he had gone home with had drugged him. He didn't remember anything other than going home with a cute guy and then waking up in a make shift cell, naked. Other people had been around him, most crying or looking off into space, still drugged he assumed. All of them were naked, men, women...all of them. Oliver was now on a stage, at least he guessed it was a stage, all he really could see were the lights blinding him and a podium to his right. The man there had clued him into what was going on when he started 'the bid at 100.'

Oliver almost wanted to complain at the price. He might be in trouble here but if he was going to be sold...he would have though he would be higher. Then again, he was no where near a virgin. He glanced to his left, men with guns, to his right again, more men with guns. He sighed. If he wanted to get out of this situation this wasn't going to be the time. "Kelly..." he whispered, suddenly wishing he was home eating dinner with his family and little sister. He gasped as someone from behind shoved him to the ground and pushed his face so that it was rubbing against the stage like the person wanted to crush his head in "Stop!" he screamed, only to hear laughs erupt around him.
 
Matthew didn't care to get dragged to these Auctions never having approved of them but never openly stating it. He stood in the crowd of well dressed and rich patrons his green eyes scanning the stage but not really looking till he spotted one of them. He caught a brief glimpse as the bidding started before a man behind the boy pushed him down and kept him their with his boot as they boys outcry of 'Stop!' brought an amused roll of laughter from the audience. Driven by some impulse he entered the bid for the youth raising the bid to five hundred thousand dollars. The bidding intensified with bidders dropping out as the pot grew to large for them. It came down to Matthew and a woman dressed in a glittering red dress who seemed to have affixed a permanent arrogant and superior smirk on her bony face. Two and a half million dollars bought Matthew the young man, he approached the stage to accept his new 'toy' as the man who had been pressing him to the stage floor with his boot called the young man.

Matthew wrapped his long trench coat around the lad which brought some chuckles from the crowd as he led the boy off the stage. Grabbing everything he needed before ushering his 'purchase' out of the Auction house and into his car. Matthew didn't know what he was going to do as he watched the youth from his side of the limo as his driver drove them back to the mansion. He had plans to to get him back home but for now he was going to just take him home and let him rest, though from what he had seen he couldn't help the feeling of lust that filled him. Matthew was no slouch in the looks he was tall well built thought still young and the youth was also nice to look at. He wanted to break the silence between them but the words difficult to get out. they drove on in silence as the fields past them by through the heavily tinted windows. Finally Matthew could not take it any more and spoke, "What's your name?" he asked simply trying to sound calm instead tense and nervous.
 
Oliver seemed to freeze as the offers got higher and higher. When the boot was removed and he was able to stand up he was shocked to find someone wrapping a coat around him. He looked up to the man, his eyes filled with fear and thankfulness. He was confused and just wanted to go home, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen. He followed the man into the limo and sat as far away from him as possible. He looked around the limo and out the tinted windows, watching where they were going, but it wasn't like he was able to figure out where they were anyway since there were nothing but fields.

He looked over to the man when he finally spoke. He licked his lips and glanced down to the floor of the limo "It's Oliver." he said "What's yours?" he asked, looking back up to the man. "And where are we going?" he continued, pulling the coat around him closer. He looked out the window, he was nervous and scared, he couldn't believe the situation he was in, let alone that he screwed up big time.
 
My Home." Matthew answered the young man as they drove. "You'll be able to to get cleaned up and dressed." he said he didn't want to give the kid false hope that he would get sent home. Matthew may not be the sort to buy a slave but that didn't mean he wasted his money on things he didn't want. They drove on in silence till they reached his home the driver put in the code for the gate and drove them through, the driveway was long and U shaped wrapping around a fountain that stood out in front of the mansion wooden double doors. The Mansion itself was large three stories and looked more like a castle than anything, "I bid you Velcome." Matthew said trying to lighten the situation by mocking Dracula's greeting but it felt more awkward than anything. They got out of the Limo and walked up the step to the door which were opened by an old man in a butler suit, "Welcome home sir." he said his British accent very proper. "Thank you Watson." Matthew replied before giving the older gentleman instructions about Oliver's requirements.
 
Oliver nodded, he wasn't quite in the mood to fight with the other, verbally or not. He was still trying to get his head wrapped around the fact that he had been bought. When they reached the home, he looked a little stunned. "You...live here?" he asked, ignoring the attempt to lighten the situation. He followed the other, studying the layout of the front lawn, it was going to be hard to pass the gate, but if he could figure it out he would. He glanced at the butler, holding back a chuckle at his name. Oliver stepped back slightly when his new owner started to give the other man instructions. "What's your name?" he asked, seemingly out of the blue, looking directly at Matthew "I'm not moving until I know what your name is." he stated.
 
"Matthew is my name." Matthew answered as he stepped inside, he wasn't surprised at the others mistrust though it did annoy him. "You'd think someone who owes another 2.5 million dollars would be a bit less mistrusting." he went on as he looked at Oliver. "Your situation could be worse you could have ended up with someone that would not have been as kind." he concluded. He walked further into his house which had a set of stairs that led to the second and third floors, the floor was marble with black marble columns that held up the tall ceiling. The entrance hall was large with a crystal chandelier hang from the ceiling bathing the room in light, the walls were lined with tables and a few statues of black marble in little alcoves. Vases holding flowers though some of the tables had banzai trees on them, Matthew felt good getting home.
 
"It's why I'm mistrusting." he stated "Because who the hell buys someone for 2.5 million dollars...or anything for that matter." he mumbled and slowly followed the other further into the house. Oliver shivered at the cold marble on his bare feet. "Where can I get some clothes?" he asked, "A bath?" he asked, pulling the coat closer around him as he followed the other man. He looked around the house and licked his lips "I can't exactly argue with that statement." he said, glancing at the coat.
 
"I'll take you to your room while Watson finds some clothes for you." Matthew said as the butler closed the door with a solid thud. "This way." he said starting up the stairs which were carpeted over the Marble, "I'm sorry for what you've been through the rich are often searching for things to fulfill a Neo-Caligula mindset they seem to have." he said as he lead Oliver down a hall past many empty rooms till they came to one that looked like a bathroom designed after a Roman bath the huge pool like tub had steam rising from it. "If you want to take a bath now you can your room is just further down the hall." Matthew offered as he stopped he felt like having one himself but if Oliver wanted to see his room first it would wait. The room was decorated with fountains in the shape of women holding upturned urns that spilled water into the tub the constant circulation of water kept the water fresh. There were a few things floating in the bath mostly just wooden objects shaped like boats that carried soaps and shampoos up and down the tub.
 
Oliver followed the other and chuckled as the other apologized what he had been through. "So...you bought me out of mercy?" he asked, looking confused but didn't really seem to be accusing Matthew of anything. When they got to the bathroom he looked around and nodded "Yeah...I would like that." he said and looked back towards Matthew. He licked his lips and fidgeted "Look...thanks for not being cruel, but I'm not going to make any of this easy on you. This is all against my will and you know it." he said "even if I did get myself into this predicament.." he mumbled under his breath. He sighed and pulled off the jacket, clearly he had no shame for his body. His body was that of a runner's, few scars were on his skin, none all that prominent. Oliver moved over to the bath and stepped in, sighing as the warm water started to comfort his body.
 
Matthew chuckled as he followed Oliver into the bathroom, "Oh the horror what horrible tortures you suffer." he said as he began to remove his clothes. His body was similar to Oliver's only broader in the shoulders with toned muscles he had a few scars but they had faded totally unnoticeable as far as he was from Oliver. He followed into the bath and waded toward one of the little wooden boats, "It matters little to me how you came to be standing on the auction block." he went on. He grabbed the little boat and dragged it over to Oliver and he would be bathing themselves, he couldn't deny that Oliver's body was pleasing and it caused a slight rise from his shaft. He pushed the desire down as he picked a spot under one of the fountain statues and began to wash himself though he often stole a glance at Oliver a glint of lust in his eye.
 
Oliver rolled his eyes at the other's sarcasm. He turned to tell off the other, but stopped when he saw the naked man moving into the bath as well. "What....what are you...are you doing?" he asked as Matthew walked over to him. He had to admit the man was attractive. He glanced at the boat and blinked when the other went to go wash himself. He picked up the soap and started to wash himself as well. He glanced over to Matthew every once in a while, "So...um, what am I supposed to do while here?" he asked, fidgeting as while he washed himself "Have sex with you or something like that?" he asked, eyeing the other.
 
"I'm not going to force you to do anything..." he said pausing as he got under the stream of water to rinse the soap from his face and shoulders, "...that you don't want to do already." he finished smiling at Oliver. He waded over to the other male and put an arm around him pulling him in close, "That's what the other's intended though they wouldn't have cared much if you were willing or not." he added as their cocks touched beneath the water allowing Oliver to size him up through the contact. Matthew like any man would be proud of his eight and a half inches, "But like I said I won't force you." Matthew finished looking down at Oliver still holding him against himself gently.
 
Oliver blinked when the other said he wasn't going to force him to do anything, rolling his eyes at the finished sentence. "Well, I don't want to have..." he shut up when the other pulled him close. He kept his eyes from looking down to their waists, he wanted to look so bad and see if what his body was telling him was the truth. He leaned back slightly and nodded "Thank you, but I don't want to have sex with you." he mumbled, 'at least not right now' he thought, looking away from the other. He pushed away from Matthew, "You have any rules or things like that? Can't I just leave? I don't want to be here either, you are forcing me to stay." he said, using Matthew's logic against him.
 
Matthew let Oliver go smiling slightly as he listened to what Oliver said, "Your free to leave. How ever you have no money, no I.D, you may not even be in the same country." he said shrugging with indifference as to caring if he stayed or went. "As for Rules non that would not normally be placed upon a guest." he finished. Matthew mentally sighed as his imagination had painted a rather different outcome of his actions, "If you wish to leave do so I'll send the bill to you once your back home." he added after an extended silence. He finished bathing and climbed out of the bath facing the tub as he pulled on a bathrobe, he left Oliver to finish his bathing as he checked to make sure Watson had prepared the room for Oliver. Once he had made sure he retired to his own bed leaving Oliver to think on what he had said he did still intend to help Oliver get home he was merely taking his time.
 
Oliver's face seemed to drop with each passing word. When Matthew left the room he fell back, sitting on a ledge of the bath. "2.5 million..." he whispered and bit his lip. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to explain that, let alone pay that. At least that's what he was assuming Matthew was talking about when he told him that he'd send him the bill. Oliver got out of the bath after a little while and licked his lips, he pulled a towel around him and headed out to find his bedroom. Well, any bed room for that matter. Oliver knocked on a couple of doors before opening the door and poking his head in, finally finding the one that looked made up for him. He found some clothes that had been laid out for him and slipped into them.

With that he left the room and started knocking on doors again, "Matthew?" he called at each door, hoping to have an answer. He knew it was late, but he needed to figure out something before he went to sleep, no knowing drove him nuts.
 
On the third door he got a response from Matthew, his room was carpeted and had a large comfortable bed situated close to the window. Matthew was sitting up in bed his sheets covering his lower half as he put his bookmark back into the book he was reading, "Yes Oliver?" Matthew asked when Oliver knocked and called his name. He looked at Oliver patiently he knew his word had carried allot of truth but they had been meant to instill some patience in his guest not to manipulate or coerce him into anything.
 
Oliver moved into the room and fidgeted where he stood. "When you said that you would send me the bill...did you mean for the 2.5 million?" he asked. "And...if you did, I can't. I can't pay that off, I don't have that kind of money and I probably never will. I want to go home and be with my family, have the life I did before." he said, looking down at his feet "Is...is there a way I can pay it off here?" he asked, finally looking up to Matthew "Even if it's having sex with you. I figure it's what got me into this mess, it might as well get me out of it."
 
"I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want and even if we did have sex a single time wouldn't cancel the debt." Matthew said looking at Oliver. He put the book on the nightstand and merely to fold his hands in his lap and kept looking at Oliver, "Though I have no objections if we were." he added smiling with a lustful gleam in his eyes as he seemed to be imagining such an occurrence. "I also have no objection to you living your life but I am willing to hire you on." he finished seeming to come back to reality though a slight rise under the sheets told anyone that his imagination had been productive.
 
"I don't expect one time would." he said, "Hire me on to do what?" he asked, moving a little closer to Matthew. "You would let me go back to my parents as long as I did whatever your hire on thing is?" he asked. His eyes seemed to find the slight rise in the sheets and as soon as he noticed he was looking at the rise he looked away and back up to Matthew. He didn't really see much other choice in the matter, Matthew seemed reasonable enough, all he had to do was listen and he'd be out of this place in no time. At least that's what he figured, he hoped.
 
"As a butler Watson does a fine job but he is only one man mostly cleaning not everywhere just in the rooms that are lived in. Of course you could just say that it's a ploy to keep you around and act out some fantasy of mine and you'd be right of course." he said as he beckoned Oliver closer. "But again I'll not force you even if you do work for me." he finished as he smiled at Oliver knowing he had seen the rise of the sheets. He waited to see what Oliver would do secretly hoping they could act out the fantasy but merely having sex would suffice so he waited quietly smiling at Oliver.
 
"A fantasy?" he asked, licking his lips. He moved closer to Matthew, but stayed well out of arms reach. He sighed and thought about the idea "Honestly...because you are saying you won't force me into it, I don't really mind. Then again, I guess that's what got me here in the first place. Go home with the wrong guy and you wind up a slave." he said, eyeing Matthew, before stepping closer "So...what exactly is this fantasy of yours?" he asked.
 
Matthew chuckled, "A rather simple one Rich man seduces young handsome butler. Watson is far to old for my liking." he said watched Oliver draw closer nearly tempted to grab him and have some fun but Matthew was an honest man and would not force Oliver. "Of course I should warn you I enjoy a little light bondage nothing as extreme as the other's." he confessed, "I enjoy teasing my partner before we get to the main event though I don't mind being tied down and teased my self I'm the pitcher not the catcher." he continued. "The other stuff comes later if at all." he concluded looking at Oliver with a less confident smile than before as he feared he had dashed all hope of getting Oliver in his bed.
 
Oliver nodded and moved to sit down on the bed "Your in luck. I'm into it all. Light bondage...heavy bondage, fucking me in public, whatever you like. And I'm always the catcher." he smirked a bit, clearly he was intrigued by the idea of what Matthew wanted. "My only request is...that if you tell me what you are going to do, you better do it." he stated, "I don't like playing games with emotions, this is sex and that's that. I'll own up to the situation I got myself into, it's my fault I'm here, but I have my standards and even if you bought me, that doesn't mean you own me in my eyes." he said, looking down at his lap. "As long as that's understood, feel free to do with me as you wish when it comes to the sexual arena."
 
Matthew nodded at what Oliver said and once he was finished, "As long as we're on the same page I guess it's fine." Matthew said before tossing off his sheet to reveal his complete nude form to Oliver. "Shall we start tonight or would you rather wait?" Matthew asked his cock was stiff and stood straight out from his crotch, while he waited he stroked himself idly though with the intent to entice Oliver to come a little closer. Admittedly he had become worked up since he had rubbed their cocks together under the water and was eager to feel Oliver's lips wrapped around his shaft even as he imagined taking the younger man from behind here and somewhere public. He watched and waited his hand stroking him slowly while he did so.
 
Oliver shifted where he was when Matthew threw off the sheets, his eyes landing right on the cock that revealed itself. He took and unsteady breath, the back of his mind was screaming to him that this is what got him into trouble in the first place, but he couldn't help but want the cock that was before him. Slowly he started to move closer to Matthew, licking his lips. Oliver glanced up to Matthew, every now and then, until he was in the perfect position to lay down and take his cock into his mouth. He hesitated and looked at Matthew for a bit, trying to decide if he really should. After all, he had told Matthew he wasn't going to make this easy for him, and yet here he was ready to take Matthew all in.

Oliver sighed and laid down, letting the hand that was stroking the cock stay where it was, as he teased it with his tongue. He licked the tip gently before moving down, following the hand, every time he came to the hand he skipped over it and moved below it, licking at all the skin his tongue could find before pushing the hand away. He licked the tip again and slowly took the cock into his mouth.
 
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