audition

[mjeevas]

The scene was dressed up like something out of a domestic advertisement. It was fake and showed a glimpse of something he wasn't actually offering, but there were enough snatches of reality in between to leave the future uncompromised. It wouldn't be anything this clean, this hopeful. The rooms were flooded with light and whatever warmth the

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[lionguard]

There was something awful about the room in its parody of homeliness. It was a kind of perfection that didn't exist in the real world, an illusion of a better life in which every party involved was happy in their assigned roles and there was no place for personal wishes or inner lives. Leon didn't belong there and he halfway suspected, just by looking, that the man sucking on a cigarette in the corner didn't really either; there was something in his eyes that was too sharp for this kind of precise, prescribed domesticity. Or so it seemed in a glance, until he found himself under the brightness of spotlights and it was too hard to see the other man's face when he stood outside the glow, in the shadows. Leon stood silent, waiting.

The first question wasn't a surprise; it was probably what he would have asked too, to someone like him, and he wondered whether it was better to answer with the truth or with a lie, which one would better please the organization that had put him here and the man he was supposed to persuade to marry him. "I owe a debt," he said presently, because in the end he didn't think he could muster much of a lie. He wasn't an actor and this wasn't any kind of place he belonged in. The idea of being blackmailed into marriage sat uneasily in him and felt more like something resembling slavery.

He looked around again at the room, the domestic appliances and furniture, the manufactured cheer. Curtains on the window. His voice was flat. "Aside from that I have no idea why I've come here. It seems like what you're looking for is a wife."

((ooc: I figure they could be strangers for this?))

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[mjeevas]

"I don't have a preference to whether I end up with a husband or a wife," Matt told him, the cigarette smoldering between his fingers. The room seemed to constrict in Leon's presence and he stepped closer as if to ascertain that it was still the same. "I need to settle with someone who will do what I want and won't get in the way. But there have been several men who seem to think they would be better as wives. Perhaps the men who sent you thought you might be one of them." The words were idle mockery while he wondered who would have sent this man to him. "I don't know if I want to marry someone with a debt to pay though."

Taking another pull of the cigarette, he walked around the light to look at Leon. It was meant to objectify as much as nothing but a look could do but it was hard to be as filthy as it'd been with the lonely men and women who were desperate to win for themselves. Exhaling smoke, he ignored the suburban facade of the room and focused on the man in the light's glare. "How good are you at following orders? I'm surprised at how badly some people want to be told what to do. Nothing is ever too depraved for them to want."

He remembered seeing Leon's name on the list of people he was seeing today. He wanted to mouth it, to drag it out between them as if to acknowledge the man's presence here but he didn't. Leon already looked as out of place as Matt felt in this decor and it was more interesting to gauge how much effort he was willing to exert on this man. Everything self contained about him was something Matt wanted to explore. "Push your pants down," he told him after a pause. "I want to see your dick."

[lionguard]

He looked at the man, expressionless, as he came around to face him again; he hadn't tried to turn while he was being examined from all angles despite the burn of being looked over like a piece of goods. "I don't have a choice about following orders." There were precious few options left to him but to do what he was told, and no telling what would become of him if this man decided against marrying. He had thought them all in the same conspiracy but now he wasn't sure. If Matt did marry him he might at least have some hope of killing the man and making an escape. But a man looking for depravity wasn't something he considered himself to be.

Still, his hands went reluctantly to the first of his belts. He undid the buckle, then the second and the third after that; fingers worked open the button and zipper at the front of his pants and he dragged them down his hips, leaving them halfway open and threatening to slip down his legs. His cock hung heavily from the dark hair at his groin and it wasn't hard but the moments under the light and the other man's scrutiny were prickling along his skin. Arousal felt like a threat that could come upon him at any moment. The cigarette smoke in the air between them was drifting into his lungs like some infectious disease; he looked at Matt again and thought of asking for one, wanting to repress the tension in him with the familiar taste of nicotine. He never knew where his habit had come from. He didn't ask, though.

"I'm not one of those men," he told him instead. "Who want to be a wife." There was a pulse in him at the thought and it was running down to his cock, and he turned his head to stare blindly past the glow of the spotlight and willed himself not to get hard.

[mjeevas]

Lust crept in while Leon pulled open his pants, the open reluctance in which he did so holding the taint of a thrill inside it. It'd been hard to predict how much he'd like the prospects that came in against their will to stand sullenly in the light. It was exciting to watch Leon attempt to hold himself distant from the implication being here brought and the cameras were a filthy objectification that turned toward movement and littered every room of the apartment. He caught himself staring at the man's exposed cock and thought about licking him erect to trap in a cock ring during this but he didn't want to go on his knees in front of him. "So you don't have anything to offer but what you're showing me now," Matt noted, going to an ashtray to grind the remainder of his cigarette down.

"As long as you're here, you might as well pretend you're one of those men. You said you didn't have a choice, didn't you?" He shrugged, wondering briefly at what to make Leon do for him. The man had been left like a gift at his doorstep and it didn't matter if he refused it or not because he could take whatever he wanted from him while he was here. "Finish taking off your pants."

He went back to turn off the bright lights. It wouldn't really make this any less uncomfortable but he wanted to watch the other man without the glare of the lights boring down. There weren't any lawns to force the man to mow while nude or shingles to fix but maybe it was better that way.

Crossing the room, he caressed the man's cock, holding it in his gloved hand like he were inspecting him rather than watching for how far not having a choice went. "And you might as well take your shirt off too." Letting go, he pulled out another cigarette and lit it while it was resting between his lips. "You can use it to mop the floors with. Maybe you'll be able to fake being a wife." He said it offhandedly, more interested in watching the other man strip than in what he did after. It would have been just as easy to tell him to play out the part of a handyman but fixing the molding didn't involve the man's shirt.

[lionguard]

Even without the cameras he couldn't imagine a place that could feel more invasive, that could feel like more eyes on him at every moment, awareness creeping in. He didn't want to look at the man staring him but he was supposed to be convincing him into a marriage. The nicotine smell of him was something he was drawing in with every breath and he didn't have any words or actions to persuade him, only an awareness of his gaze making him swallow, unease in the pit of his stomach, heat in his skin. A gathering of tension in his groin that was making his cock swell and after a few moments he moved to toe off his boots and nudge them to the side before he pushed his pants down his legs and stepped out of them. He straightened, flushed in the glare of the lights and when they went dark it should have felt like a relief but it only made him more aware of the isolation of that fake home. There wasn't anything else, any other offering. Just his body, him standing there, waiting.

He watched the man come back and thought of edging away when he pressed too close, but he stayed where he was and drew in breath when he touched his cock, the feeling of it winding itself up in him. He felt rigid, his shoulders a tense line. The hand was gloved and it was stroking him, making him harder; there was something so awfully impersonal about it. Being handled. His hands went to the hem of his shirt when told and he stripped it over his head, and then he was naked except for the chain around his neck and its silver pendant. "I don't have anything else," he acknowledged. His eyes moved from Matt's eyes to his mouth and he watched the cigarette flare between his lips. The shirt was still in his hand, his fingers digging into the fabric and he thought of wrapping it around this man's throat and using it as a noose to strangle him but there were eyes to watch everything he did. He was weighed with them.

"Is that what it would take to convince you? Mopping the floor?" He moved back away from him. It was easier than being naked, vulnerable, and being too close. The sink was nearby and he put the shirt under the faucet, watching the water drench it, his back to the other man, and he asked him slowly, "Do you want me to do it on my knees?" It was some kind of measure but he thought he knew what the answer would be already.

[mjeevas]

"It depends on what you're trying to convince me of. It's not going to make me decide on you. But it might convince me you're willing to do what I say. I'd like to see you play the part of a housewife." It felt like an attempt was being made to devour this man with every glance. "It's what you came here to do, isn't it?" The audition was meant to be a series of actions, not a single act. But it would lead to what he wanted so he held back, even if the sight of Leon's bare skin made him want to follow him to the sink. He sucked on his cigarette instead and studied the line of his shoulders, his gaze slipping down his back to his ass.

"There's a stick mop by the door. You can wrap your shirt around the bottom and use it to clean the floor." The thought of Leon on his knees had been appealing but it wasn't what he intended. There was a bucket next to the mop, filled tastelessly with lube, and he intended to send the man to it too. "Make sure to slick the handle with lube from the bucket before you start though." The words to tell Leon to fingerfuck himself too died on his tongue. The evening had already deteriorated to something classless and wrong but he wanted to wring as much out of it as he could. He would make Leon clean the floor first, let him hold the mop while waiting for the words that would instruct him to force it inside himself. Even thinking about fucking the man with the stick pulled at him with breathlessness and lust. "Go straight down the room and then return to the bucket to apply more of the lube to it as you go."

He wanted to make it harder than that but the desire to run his mouth over the man's cock was so fucking distracting. The series of auditions before this had left him with a mask of indifference that felt easy enough to hold on to but it didn't stop him from wanting. He pulled away from the thick of it by walking to the sink, ashing his cigarette over it, and then filling a glass with water and draining it.

[lionguard]

Wordlessly, he took the mop that Matt pointed him to and knelt down to wrap his sodden shirt around it. In some way it made this easier, to have directions to follow, to just silently obey in spite of the sting of humiliation. There was something repulsive about a bucket full of lube, thick and slippery when he dipped his hand into it and rubbed it over the handle of the mop and the insinuations of what he was doing pressed down on him to squeeze air out of his lungs. He didn't look at the other man but he was too fucking aware of him moving to the sink before the sound of water running came. He was too aware of his erection and the twisting in his gut that felt like unease and arousal all at once. He wanted something but it wasn't what this man wanted out of him.

He took the mop to the floor, the slick handle constantly slipping in his grasp. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd cleaned a floor, if he ever had, but there seemed to be little more to it than to shove his wet shirt from one end of the room to the other. It made a damp uneven swath on the floor and when he reached one end of the kitchen he turned and came back and slicked his hand in the lube again. Stroked it over the handle of the mop like he would stroke his prick and nothing about the implication was lost on him.

The other man's gaze on him felt so fucking heavy. No matter where he turned it was crawling down his spine and the feeling of being trapped was the worst part of it. He didn't want to tie himself to this man. It might save his life for a while but it was like a cage closing around him, his breath tightening with the vague and still-distant panic of it. 

[mjeevas]

There was something so distracting about the way Leon mopped. The man looked willing enough but his reluctance seemed to creep beneath the surface and make the way he followed direction so dirty. Matt wanted to pull the man's reluctance into the open space between them so that the lie could disperse into an actual, degraded desire to do what was asked of him. Pulling his gloves off, Matt left them on the counter with his cigarette and crossed the room while Leon stopped again at the bucket. The man's arousal drew him in and he touched it first, coming up from behind to close his hand around Leon's erection a second before he took the mop. His grip slid down easily and he tipped the mop's handle slightly while watching the tension in Leon's shoulders and leaning in to drag his mouth over the man's skin.

"Bend forward," he told him, continuing to stroke the man for a moment and then letting go so Leon could move. He ran his knuckles down the man's lower spine instead, the touch lingering down to his ass. "Drag your legs apart and rest your hands on your knees."

The mop had only been there for a single, obvious thing and Matt let the tip of it rub against Leon's thigh so the man could feel how hard it was against him. It wasn't a conventional handle, the entirety smooth and looking too close to wood to be used for this, but he still let it hit knock against Leon's inner thighs as if reminding him to spread them, the sight of the man's balls close to gutting him with his own need to press his mouth to them. He didn't really wait for Leon to comply, dragging one of the man's ass cheeks back while rubbing the tip of the handle against his asshole. His grip on the mop changed and then it was his finger against him, the mop pressed against skin while Matt's finger slid into the man and out, shifting the way he held the mop again and then forcing it into the man.

And what the hell this had to do with marrying this man didn't matter. The fact that he was willing to drag any potential spouse through this made its own form of promise in showing how little this was going to resemble an actual partnership between two people. He wanted the other person's submission instead, he wanted their potential lives split open and bleeding, and how there wouldn't be an inch of the other person's mundane existence he wouldn't be able to explore if he wanted to. The fact that Leon was mentally resistant to this only made him want to stroke him into submission more because the man wouldn't always owe a debt and he wanted to see him at his basest first.

[lionguard]

The man's steps came behind him. He was rigid with expectation, with waiting, and he loathed the way his body jerked when Matt's hand came to his cock again. He didn't turn back to look, didn't need to when his mouth was dragging over his skin and the mop was gone from his hands and he knew what was going to happen, his body bending forward as though molded, tension running like a current through every line. It didn't seem possible to hover so close to breaking away or turning violence on the man behind him without knowing which might come first. He put his hands on his knees, the mop handle between his legs prodding his thighs further apart, into a squat. It wasn't a comfortable position to try to hold for any length of time. The burn started in his hunched shoulders and then it was in his thighs, the muscles straining, breath hissing in when the man's slick finger prodded inside him. It turned into something thick and choked when the handle penetrated him, slippery with lube. It rocked him forward with the way it dragged into his ass and scraped his insides, and he tried to bear its invasion but something so long and unyielding was never meant to be inside him.

"Stop." The word was an impulse in a thick voice, spoken through gritted teeth. His head hung low but he turned it halfway to look at the man over his shoulder and he couldn't hold his balance like this, under the pressure of that thing forcing its way into him. It jolted something in his body, his cock a pulse and his stomach twisting with the unfamiliarity of humiliation. His gaze fell again and he stared at the floor, gasping. "Fuck, take it out." He wondered what this man wanted out of the people who had come here before him, if there were really men and women who could take this and want it, who would beg for this sick dull ache that felt too much like pleasure. There was a tremor in his thighs and he lowered his hands one after the other to the floor, slowly, shifting his weight forward by gradual degrees and gritting his teeth at how even that small motion made the mop handle shift inside him.

The way this threatened to be the basis of a marriage made him want to recoil from the dull horror of it. He was bent to the ground, hands braced on the floor and he thought of pulling himself off the handle but he couldn't move.

[mjeevas]

He was captivated by the sight of this man. The tension inside him was something he wanted to lick away entirely but at the same time he liked the way Leon kept control over himself and did what Matt asked without following the words to the letter. It made him want to shove the handle deeper inside the man to force him to break under it but he stopped the casual experimentation of how far he could impale Leon with this when the man said stop. He didn't take the stick out of the man but he held it in paused motion while Leon moved his weight to his hands. Then he started to move the mop in him, fucking him hard with it. "I don't want to take it out of you," he mentioned. "I want to see you take this." It was something perverse to watch the handle move into Leon, glistening with the lube, tempting him to take the bucket and coat Leon with the stuff entirely to leave him incapable of escaping the implications of sex. The man's legs trembled and it made him want him more, the handle thrust into Leon again and again and again just to watch how his hips moved.

He could have given Leon the broom and told the man to keep fucking himself on it while taking a step back but it was too hard to. His fingers continued to slip on the mop but it didn't stop the way it moved into Leon and split him open as if it'd been his cock instead.

And it wasn't fair of him when he knew Leon couldn't do anything about it. The man had been upfront about why he was here and all Matt was doing was taking advantage of it like he'd been taking advantage of every person that'd come to see him. The difference in how he viewed this man and the other men he'd seen tonight was worlds apart. Everything that had turned him off about their willingness to take the role of his wife made him hard as he thought of forcing it on this man instead. He wanted to scrape Leon's body hair and dress him like a woman simply because he was so fucking male that the thought of him as anything else seemed impossible. But they were just thoughts and he kept fucking Leon with the mop, reaching around it to squeeze the man's balls before his hand went to his cock. The caress that followed made his thoughts stutter with desire for him.

"If you come I'll stop though," he said, breaking the silence. "Once you show me how much you like being screwed with this, I'll take it out of you." His grip shifted as he fucked the man faster with it, leaning in to lick at his tailbone and higher up his spine. Each shift had been meant to force Leon's hips to move beneath the mop's assault but this time he just nudged the man's ass impossibly high into the air before kicking one of his legs to send him off balance. He pushed his knee against him, rubbing it hard on the man's balls and then let him fall to his knees. "Have you ever wanted to marry someone before?" The question was as invasive as everything else and he couldn't help wanting to know.

[lionguard]

There was a moment with the handle held suspended inside of him when he thought that this man might stop, and the sound he made when it started to move in him was tight and choked and humiliating. It forced in hard and it was too fucking slick, thick with lube and too easy to move through him, the strokes of it long and deep and shoving him forward. His hands took his weight with every forward thrust, thighs spread and strained. No one had ever done this, had ever done anything like this to him, splitting him open with some foreign object never meant to be inside a human body. There was a wrongness to this fuck and it was crawling down his spine with the dull ache in his ass and the way his breath shuddered and tightened by alternate turns, every gasp, every pant audible in the too-quiet room.

He didn't want to take this. Whatever this man intended from this, he didn't want it and it was fucking with his mind, how it could be possible to feel so opened, so torn into, every sensation unraveling him with the way the thing fucked into him and fucked into him. He jerked again with Matt's hand on his balls, his cock, the caress of it almost soothing in some taunting way compared to how the mop handle split him apart. He wanted to tell him again to stop but his voice had locked in his throat. The sounds that came from him were grunts and thick moans, nothing that sounded entirely human.

The man's words stroked down his spine like audible caresses. He resented every implication, every way his body was warping to this fuck, heat moving endlessly through him. He was going to come, he knew that already and it was tearing him apart. "I've never wanted it," he said without forethought, thick and savage, his hands clenching into fists against the floor. "I don't want it now. I don't want you, I don't want this." He stumbled when Matt kicked his leg and went down on his knees, aching, his ass slick and full and there was too much motion in him, too deep to take. "Fuck. Fuck." He dropped onto his elbows, forehead pushing against the floor and he was coming in jerks of his hips, his semen spilling onto the tiles. 

[mjeevas]

He watched Leon's legs crumple, the man's body looking surprisingly vulnerable as it crouched down. The urge to rub Leon's face over the ground came and went viciously and he didn't know what it was about the man that made him want to keep him like this. Matt kept the mop lifted to force Leon's hips drastically high, watching how semen hit the kitchen floor from between the man's parted thighs. Instead of pulling the mop out of him, he continued to fuck him with it while the man came, half wanting to twist it to watch Leon's hips writhe along with it. He dropped it instead, watching it clatter to the ground while still shoved up the other man's ass and returning to the counter for another drag of the cigarette as if this had just been a pause, a commercial break, and not actually part of the audition.

"You're shouldn't really tell me you don't want to marry," he mentioned, leaning against the counter to watch Leon. "There's no point in choosing you when there are people who are willing to take what you can't. And you'll be going through all this bullshit for nothing if I don't choose you." Except picking Leon as his spouse would be the worst choice he could make. He needed people he could mold into what he wanted, not someone who was going to fight him as soon as they were married.

He didn't want him to leave yet though. The resentment in the man's voice felt like a challenge and he wanted Leon tell him he wanted to be fucked and mean it. "I could let you change your mind though," he said, throwing the words away like scraps. There was a knock on the apartment door and Matt glanced in its direction, setting the cigarette down again to walk over to Leon and nudged him with the toe of his boot. "If you're staying, crawl to the door and open it with your mouth."

[lionguard]

The handle fucked him raw through his release and he pressed hands against the floor and took it, his head hanging low, the sickness of having come so quickly crawling through him. He was gasping when Matt let the handle fall and clatter against the floor. His body throbbed, heat twisting through him in a sly, sinuous way and he hated this feeling that was like desire, prickling at him every time Matt spoke. The man had put his hands on him and he'd bent to him so fucking easily.

It was hideous. He had come here because he had no other choice, because it was marry this man or find himself knifed and bleeding out in a dark alley some nearby evening, but everything he said or did to him seemed like a threat not just to his life but to his mind, his sanity. His possession of himself. And the man was right, he shouldn't have said those words but the idea of taking them back was a horror to contemplate. Everything about this threatened to tear apart his illusions of what he thought he was. "I can take anything you want to give to me," he said instead, his voice ragged and sullen, and as he spoke he reached behind him to grasp the handle of the mop. It slid out of him slick and hard and his breath hissed in, releasing again when it clattered to the floor.

"Fuck," he muttered, staying on his knees after the knock. He wondered what would happen if he got to his feet and went to Matt now. He wondered what he would do. If he would try to kill him, if he'd be capable of killing him before he was killed himself. But there was no choice here, nothing he could do but what he was told and he didn't try to get up, turning instead toward the door, moving to it on hands and knees. It had a latch instead of a knob and he felt Matt's eyes on him with every motion, his teeth closing on it to pull until the door clicked and began to swing open.

[mjeevas]

He'd been attracted to the sight of Leon on his knees but his lust grew, attempting to drag all of his existence through its filth, while Leon crawled to the door. He wanted to make the man eat his words. It was the resentment that drew him in, he thought, but it was hard to tell for certain when Leon seemed instilled with the hint of a character he wanted to watch collapse. Fucking him with the mop wasn't enough, and neither was watching him swing the door open to let the person on the other side catch sight of him on his hands and knees.

It was a telegraph boy with a message in hand and his eyes grew fractionally in surprise but there was all forms of filth in this city and he seemed to grow accustomed to the idea in a matter of seconds while calling out Matt's name and presenting his message.

Crossing the room, Matt took the paper. It was a brief, cryptic note from the people who'd sent this man to him and he leaned against the door frame to read it out. It said enough and he crumbled it to let it fall to the ground before turning to look at the kid (he couldn't have been very old, even with the knowing street glint in his eyes), following his curious stare to Leon before motioning him in. "Have you ever ridden a horse?" Taking a step back, he nudged Leon a forward. "Get on."

"Must be the same as riding a bike," the kid noted, watching while Matt slipped a couple of bills out of his wallet and, bunching them messily, tossed them into the room. There was a visible debate and then the boy moved to clamber on Leon's back, straddling him. "I get the money after?"

"Ride him around the room a couple of times first," Matt told him, walking to where Leon had left his clothes and taking one of the man's belts. Coming back with it, he closed it around Leon's neck and gave the kid the other end. The boy looked greedily to the money, seeming to ignore he was on a naked man and not a horse. Snorting, Matt smacked Leon's ass. "Go."

[lionguard]

There was so much perversion in this. He didn't look at the kid while he and Matt spoke, tried to blot out the words, his very existence from a scene that was too sick for anyone to witness, let alone someone still young. But it wasn't out of place in this city, where filth lurked in every corner, even in a place as bright as this; he'd probably seen his fair share of obscenity before now. The lights streaming down from overhead made him feel like he was on a stage, a display made out of him in his exposure, the way he was crouched naked on hands and knees, struggling not to look at or acknowledge anything that was happening around him. But he tensed when Matt's foot nudged against his ribs and he told the kid to ride him like an animal.

He thought of getting to his feet then but one glance at the note Matt had let drop to the floor kept him where he was. It was those people, their messages, the sword he could feel hanging above his neck. It was one easy step to letting it drop if he didn't cooperate. He didn't want to die but he didn't want these perversions either, the dread of a marriage to this man that Matt had forced on him with the mop handle inside his ass. Nothing that was happening here that told him anything other than that this might break him, might tear him apart and he had no choice but to stay here on his hands and knees and degrade himself in every way the man told him to. Hope that he could bear the damage after it was done.

He didn't move while the kid straddled his back, every limb, every muscle rigid with tension. His head was bowed low and he stared at the floor and his hands were clenched into fists against it; he couldn't remember making them. He didn't look up as Matt crossed the room and went to the pile of his clothes on the floor. Lust felt so thick in the air he thought he might choke on it. It was a dangerous obscene feeling, filling him up, pressing outwards until his skin felt tight and chafed and he was hard again like he'd never stopped, swelling even more when Matt wrapped his own belt around his throat. In the kid's hand it felt tight and choking and he jerked when Matt struck his ass before moving forward. Slowly, a shuffle on hands and knees, his gaze low to the floor all the while. He made his way around the kitchen while everything inside him twisted and seethed and he could only hope that a couple of time would be all that was asked for, that this would be done as soon as possible.

[mjeevas]

The way Leon's fists had curled on the ground turned him on more than the man's protests could have done. It was an entirely different world, these humiliations that he pushed on people until they finally balked or satisfied his desire to see them dragged through everything his mind could think up. He stared after Leon while the man crawled and wished he had a strap on tail to shove inside of him to humiliate him further but he wasn't that fucking prepared. It was enough to stare at him though and know he was turned on by this too, the man's erection making his own pulse with need inside his clothes. "Go faster," he told Leon instead, lighting another cigarette while he followed after them, kicking Leon's ass when the man didn't move fast enough. "Show him how well you can run on your hands and knees."

He wasn't as perverse enough to fuck Leon while the boy rode him but he wanted to. There was a desire to catch his hips in mid motion and drag them to his prick and fuck him like the mop had fucked him. It was going to smother him with his desire for it but this wasn't how he intended to fuck this man, there was still more than this.

It was torturous for him too but every single audition had felt like torture while driving the men and women that'd come to see him through unexpected hoops.

After Leon started a third circuit around the room, Matt walked closer, reaching for the end of the belt the boy held and jerking it to a stop. He glanced at the kid and motioned to where the bills had been deserted. "Take the money and go now."

The child managed an absentminded pat to Leon's head before slipping off him and racing to the bills, scooping them up and disappearing, leaving the door gaping open behind him. Matt untied the belt from around Leon's neck, letting it drop and went to shut the door. "If you're going to play the part of my bride, you should probably shave," he told Leon when he came back, reaching around him to run his fingers over the man's erection, as if Leon needed to be made more aware of it. His fingers swept over the man's pubic hair next and pulled. "Or maybe I'll do it for you. I want to leave you hairless and fit you inside a wedding dress to see what it'd be like to defile you as a bride."