Chapter 15

Kell had no sooner left the room, than the Master withdrew his leaking cock from the guard’s arsehole and, with it slapping against his thighs as he walked, he came towards Matthew.

“Matthew, I believe,” said the Master through a smile that was anything but warm. “I hear you like to be fucked.”

Matthew remained silent. Whatever the Master was going to do he’d do, whatever Matthew said. If he opened his mouth he risked offending the Master and the way things were it was the last thing he wanted to do.

The Master disappeared behind him. He knew what was coming. He felt fingers, hooking into the flesh of his arse cheeks followed by a cool breeze on his arsehole as they were parted. There was the firm wetness of the Mater’s tongue poking at the tiny ring of puckered flesh and then a ticklish sensation as the Master ran his tongue around and around in circles over the corrugations.