Dirty King

Chapter 4

“For Speech”
‘For Thoughts or Emphasis’

Chapter Warning(s): Frotting, Fingering, Anal Sex

Mail as “Matt”

August 25th, 2010

9:15 AM

The following morning brought Matt to a few streaming beams of early morning sunrise, much to his dismay. He grumbled and turned away from the offending rays of sunshine and muttered something about the morning under his breath before willing himself back into slumber. He had a dream not long after, this one of his memories at Wammy’s house while he was once one of the top students. The faces of the other students only registered to him as blurs, their memories having long since faded away. He was only made aware of a blonde who’s face was blurred, but he’d felt a vague pull towards this other form. He could not remember if it was another boy or girl with the weird haircut that was worn, all he knew was that for some long dormant reason, he liked being near this form. Perhaps the word ‘friend’ could be used to describe this form, but he couldn’t remember. In this dream, he’d been following the blonde down several hallways. His dream self looked down at an old Gameboy that has some pixels that were also blurred, but his attention had been drifting to it between looking up and sometimes looking at other blurred faces. Matt began to get annoyed with this dream, wondering why he’d been dreaming of this in the first place. He’d left that institution years ago, no longer motivated to continue suffering and being constantly tested. It annoyed him to no end. Then there was that day that changed him forever…

Matt woke himself up, annoyed for the dream and the reminder that he needed to wake up. Grumbling, he hauls himself from his bed, hearing a squeak of protest before he was standing in his jeans and shirtless as always. He shuffled to the kitchen area and warmed up his coffee from yesterday before plunking himself in front of his laptop, placing the goggles on his head and logging into his business account to check for a reply on the hit. He would have checked yesterday, but distracting himself for most of the day online and getting his coffee stash had been more important. He checked his inbox, noting a couple unread messages. His head tilted a little in confusion, but he opened the first message and read its contents:
Matt,

Exceptional job on the hit. I will no longer need to be dealing with side selling scum like him anymore. As promised, I’ve deposited the requested cash into your bank account. I left you a healthy tip for a job well done.

Matt grinned brightly and opened a tab and went into his banking information. Sure enough, the 30 Grand was in his account, he’d already done the mental math, on top of that was another 5 Grand, not too bad of a tip. He closes the tab and opens the second unread message. It was another request, something more up-close and personal. He sent a speedy reply stating he does not do up close assassinations at this time and that he’s in the middle of another request already. Once sent, he logs out of the business account and goes into the solo mission account and logs into the Facebook account, thinking perhaps he’d gotten a reply. When there was no indication that he’d gotten a reply, Matt logged out again and leaned back heavily against the older couch and sighed deeply. He was now bored as fuck. He wanted to do something, but what was there to do? Clean his apartment perhaps? He glances around at the space that was slowly turning into a sty and with a groan, got up and began to remove garbage and arrange his space.

11:35 AM

Most of the garbage was cleaned and his armory re-arranged as well as having several of the most threadbare clothing discarded. All those he’d move to the other abandoned rooms in the large building. Matt slumped tiredly on the old couch and huffed out a sigh. It was a start, but he knew he’d be leaving this area soon so there would be no point in making the space 100% clean again. He needed a change of surroundings, the same view day after day was becoming much how he dreamed: blurred, monotonous, unexciting. Interesting thing was that it never took that long to become that way, Matt just had an unusually high tolerance and acceptance level. After the semi-cleaning spree, Matt decided a sponge bath was in order. Due to the limited running water in the apartment, he’d limited his self cleaning to a bare minimum. He had high hopes that the move to the western edge of the city may grant him access to such rare royalties. Just the thought of a running shower sent pleasant shivers down his spine. Such was the rarity of an actual shower, he’d considered them personal ‘treats’. The same way one might treat themselves to a spa day, Matt would revel in showers. It was safe to say that Matt’s life was seemingly dull and uninteresting for the most part, keeping himself anonymous at all times took its own toll on the young red head.

Though anonymity was the name of the game, Matt did try to keep a very small number of people available for conversation. Thing was that his timing was absolutely horrible and often times found himself interrupting an activity or other social occasion. He ended up limiting even those; he ended up being more isolated than he was willing to admit. He picked up the phone and speed dialed a local night club. I was still early, but he knew this one allowed for private performances and a little extra for the highest paying customers. He was a regular there, well, sort of. He could afford the private dances, but to take it a little further, that was a rarity in itself. He preferred his imagination and a little lubrication, but he still had those more primal urges that did not require his hand. It was over 3 months since he’d bedded another person and his boredom dictated to him that another ‘break’ was in order.

“Hello, what can I do for you?”
“I’d like to reserve a special dance this evening.” He often used his original accent when making these transactions.
“Alright, how will you be paying for this reservation?”
“Cash only.”
“Very well then. Will there be any extra funds on top of the usual rate?” Matt thought on this for a moment, letting the reality of the encounter sink in. He nodded to himself and confirmed over the phone.
“We will have one of our performers on standby for you. Now what is your name for future reference?” He hated this part, but thankfully he was a regular there and had no qualms about using one of his many aliases.
“Jacob Reilly.”
“Oh, Mr. Reilly! I almost forgot it was you. Haven’t seen you in a while. I’ll put one of our best out for you this evening.”
“Thank you very much.” Matt hung up the phone and breathed out a heavy sigh. He needed to find his more tinted goggles. Once a transaction was made, there was no backing out of it, even if he wanted to. Sure the fee would still get sent to the club, but he’d only be losing out on his hard earned funds.

He went to his fridge, noting that he needed to re-stock on his minor supplies.
“Damn it…Well I certainly cannot starve can’t I?” He grabs his hoodie and pulls it over his thin frame, deciding to skip putting on his shirt this time, as the grocery store was not far from his place. He hacks into a banking machine and puts a trigger release so that whatever code number he input into the machine of his destination, he’d be able to withdraw an unlimited amount of cash. This has been his methodology for getting funds without being noticed by the IRS or otherwise. Satisfied with his efforts, he logs out of his computer and puts on a pair of older sneakers before shuffling outside, goggles firmly in place and hands in pockets.

The trip to the ground level required a little physical effort on Matt’s part, for the main entry was barricaded by a group of people some time ago. He used the window and ladder set up to assist in both his ascent and descent. Once on the ground level, he begins a casual pace, blending out of the alleyway into mainstream society seamlessly, not that there was much people in this area to begin with. He half walks-half shuffles to the small convenience store 4 blocks away, keeping his focused ahead and not deviating his vision elsewhere. People take notice of him, but nothing was spoken except for the occasional half-hearted greeting, all of which he ignored.

The closer he got to the small convenience store, the greater the population got, much to his discomfort. Unconsciously, he flinches away from a couple who were just a little too close to his personal space, in the process, he stumbled and fell off the sidewalk to fall ungracefully to the pavement. The man in the couple rushed his apology and reached out for him. Matt shifted himself away and shook his head, not wanting to speak when it was not necessary. There was a moment’s pause before the woman in the couple impatiently implored the man away from him.
“Good riddance…” he muttered under his breath.

He completed his trip to his pre-determined ATM machine and casually input his 7 digit code. The machine reacted by giving him the usual commands of someone who has input a debit or credit card. His expression is unchanging as he inputs $300 for withdrawal. Only then does he glance around himself, making sure no one else was around before taking his cash and continuing inside the small store. He does not waste any time, taking the items he needs before taking them to the counter to have them bar coded and priced. He pays the $26.57 and heads back the way he arrived, mindful to not embarrass himself like that again. The little provisions he took with him did not weigh much, therefore would not hinder is ascent, the only thing he’d have to worry about was maneuvering the bags so that they did not accidentally rip or tear like the last trip he made.

The ascent was slower than the descent, gravity was always to blame for this, but he got back safely into his confined space, setting about putting away his groceries and then preparing the bathwater and cloth. He strips himself completely of clothing before grabbing a washcloth and rubbing that over his grimy skin. He shudders at the sensation; the water was never heated, making each sponge bath a feat of endurance for him. When it came to bathing his private areas, he knew the only thing that could be done was simply ignore the freezing cold water and grit his teeth.
“Fuck…” He hissed at the first pass, instinctively recoiling from the cold material, but he repeated the procedure, willing himself to accept the frigid temperature, and inwardly cursing at himself for once again not deciding to make hot water with the coffee pot…not that it would be any better as the cold water would eliminate any warmth. He cups a handful of the water and brings that rapidly to his hair and begins to scrub out the oil that had accumulated. He had no shampoo to clean his hair with, that was like showers, a rarity and a luxury.

Several uncomfortable minutes later and he walks nude into his unused bedroom, shivering and sifting through his clothes for something to wear this evening. He eventually pulls out a pair of new-ish jeans and a nice navy blue long sleeved shirt. His teeth are still chattering even after he is fully dressed; he goes on a small hunt for his fur trimmed vest to deal with the cold, unwilling to let himself develop an illness, lest he lose out on his special tonight. He grins in satisfaction when said vest was procured from a mini hill of unwashed clothes. The vest had a bit of a smell to it, but he was willing to bet that it would be long faded away by the time the show would start. He slips on the bulky vest over his thin frame, still shivering as he did so. He makes his way to the worn down couch and lays himself down, letting his temperature go back to normal levels. As he did this, he felt himself drift off into slumber again; smiling to himself, he let sleep’s tender embrace encompass him.

4:34 PM

Matt wakes up from his nap, happy to see that evening rays were only now beginning to dot the sky. He guessed it was a little after 4:30 and knew that he should get himself fully prepared for his treat tonight. He rummages through his things, muttering and cursing for a little over an hour before he finally found his comb. He winces in anticipation, knowing his hair would be knotted and the ensuing grooming session would be torture. He closes one eye and takes the plastic bristles to his scalp and slowly, agonizingly, he straightens his not-so-clean locks.
“Ouch! Fuck!…Damn it! OW!” This continued for several minutes, until his hair looked more or less presentable, his fringe of bangs once more obscuring his vision in that way that he was used to. He needed a haircut badly, but he was not going to risk being seen, or admit to himself that one was needed. With a reluctant sigh, he logs into his laptop and once more hacks into an ATM machine, this one directly from one of the major branches in Los Angeles. This endeavor was always tricky, but he needed the cash if he was going to have a good time this night. Cash-only was the way to go, it drew in far less attention and after all, when you have a lot of funds, who can argue with how you looked? It had worked in Matt’s favor before and it most certainly can again in the future.

He checked the time once more, and then logged out of his laptop, unplugging it and storing it away safely into a dark blue carrying case which he slung over his shoulder by the longer strap attached. The walk would take him a little more than an hour, but he needed the exercise and the transit system was far too risky; cramped spaces are far too dangerous for his likings. Taking one quick glance at the apartment, he finally makes to leave it once more, taking his goggles and placing it over his eyes properly. The descent was rapid, but cumbersome as it always was, but he managed to get to ground level safely. With another heavy sigh and following the removal of a cigarette and lighting it, he begins his walk to the bank.

6:13 PM

The bank trip had taken longer than he would have liked, the evening rush hour traffic had stalled him at important intersections, causing him to wait uncomfortably amongst crowds of other people waiting alongside him. He often times shifted and glanced nervously around himself, getting a few odd looks and a few more from where he could not see, but he did not care. He did not want to spend that much time, so he went inside, quickly inserted his fake bank card and withdrew $400 before exiting just as quickly. He made sure not to make himself to appear suspicious before pocketing the cash in his deep pockets then once a cigarette had been freed from the adjacent pocket and lit, he took a welcome inhale of the toxic fumes. He glanced around, mentally recalling the route to the nightclub; it had been a while since his last visit there and if it were not for his unique memory, he’d have forgotten about it a long time ago.

8:21PM

The club was already in full swing when Matt walked indoors, the very aura screamed sex, drugs and smelled of sweat and something else that was vaguely of the sexual nature. The dance music was loud and unforgiving, but by the mass of bodies moving it hardly seemed to bother them. As he made his way across, he was slightly disgusted at the amount of body contact, the groping the not-so-subtle dry humping that went on. It was not that he was turned on at the same time, because he was, it was just too much for him and…who just groped his ass? He whirled around to come face to face with another dancer, a woman who wore too little clothes and was just begging to be used. Her hips swayed in that way that was all too tempting, but Matt was not in the mood for that just now. He only smiled back, and waved a finger at her slowly whilst shaking his head. The woman only looked at him bug eyed for a moment before a small flush of embarrassment crossed her features before she nodded in understanding and continued dancing as if she’d never initiated contact with him.

Matt continued through the mass until he reached the bar and wormed his way between 2 other customers who glared at him before looking in separate directions. As the volume of the dance music was irritatingly loud, it took him a few tries before finally getting the attention of the bartender.
“Hey!”
“What do ya want, man?!”
“I’ve come for my special dance!”
“Mr. Reilly, right?!”
“Yeah, that’s me!”
“You sure you don’t want to hang out a bit first?!”
“You’re telling me that the dancer is not available yet?!”
“Sorry, to say Mr. Reilly, but it’s true!”
“I was promised, man! I’ll wait though! How long?!”
“Give us an hour!”
“Fine!”
Not disappointed, Matt felt his throat feeling a little raw, so he shouted out an order from the bar, a light beer for now. It would sooth his throat a little and it would give him an excuse to sit down, his legs were feeling tired from the long walk.

All around him, the music blared and the hormonal patrons danced, but he was un-phased, his thoughts on what was to come. He was pretty sure he’d phased out of reality for some time, and he had no recollection of anything that may have passed on his train of thoughts, but he was eventually shaken from his zoned out phase by another patron.
“Hey, buddy, the bartender has been calling you for 5 minutes!”
Matt looked up, startled and confused for a moment, taking in his surroundings and placing past events to this time and location. Satisfied that everything played out normally, he at last turns his attention back to the bartender.
“Hey, sorry about that, man! I must have dazed out there for a min!”
“It’s alright! Good news! Your date is ready!”
“Thanks man!”
“No problem!”

Matt stands up and notices that he’d only downed half the light beer he’d ordered. Knowing full well that he could not take it with him, he shrugs and leaves it behind, following one of the other staff that had appeared from within the crowd. He’d wondered just how he managed to daze out when the music was still very much loud. He chooses to ignore that thought for the time being, letting a small smile take over him as he sees that his destination is now within sight. The staff member took him through a doorway and within that was a hallway with other doors, presumably to other small rooms. They walked to the 4th door on the left before the door was unlocked and he was ushered inside. He nods and smiles politely before walking in and letting the door close behind him. A soft ‘click’ and a very noticeable drop in volume told him that he would be keeping his privacy while the performance went on, it only made him smile wider.

There was a small, but open stage, directly in front of that was a fancy loveseat and a small table with fake daffodils. He seats himself on the right cushion of the small couch and settles himself back, adopting a lounging position. The lights dimmed and the stage lights shone on. Some sultry music began to play before a door opened and a young man walked out. Matt could tell right away he was full Homosexual from how he presented himself, Matt was Bisexual and had a pretty accurate ‘gaydar’. This young stud looked to be half Hispanic or half Greek, the light tan on his skin and slight curl to his short hair suggested this to him. He was lightly oiled, which was what Matt preferred in his male encounters; the thought of too much oil on the skin was a turn-off. He made this quite clear the first time he was here and made sure it never happened again.

This young man was still inexperienced, Matt observed, which also meant that he was perhaps virginal to a point still. He shifted in the seat a little, the thought of a virginal male was enough to get him aroused. Matt was not one who bottomed often, but that did not mean it did not happen. He’d bottomed to more than a few guys and even fewer women who’d fucked him good with dildos and strap-ons. Equally so, he’d fucked his fair share of both genders. Matt shakes himself from those memories and focuses on the performance, feeling uncomfortable in his jeans, his forming erection was beginning to press uncomfortably against the denim material. Though he wanted no more than to jerk off to this display, it would negate the purpose of what he’d paid for.

Slim hips moved side to side and as the dancer turned, Matt could see the not-so faint outline of a condom package. Good thing they always showed up prepared, then again, it was protocol he assumed. More than likely the condom was lubricated as there was no sign of any lubrication in the small room. The music slowed down a little, as did the dancer. It was here that he strolled casually to the seated red head and began to perform a lap dance, the most torturous dance ever created, at least to Matt. His legs were grabbed and spread a little before the dance began, a teasing sort of dance that involved too close contact and far too tempting poses that he would have liked to take advantage of at the first chance he got.

His patience held out though and he was at last rewarded when his thighs were straddled and the young dancer leaned in and gave him an almost shy kiss, that was until Matt grabbed the back of the other’s head and he immediately deepened the kiss. Tongues snaked out and a small battle for kiss domination ensued, heads held in place and skin flushed, nasal breathing becoming louder. Whether or not the young dancer allowed it or gave in on his own, Matt soon won over the kiss and angled them both until Matt was straddling the other, hands holding the dancer’s head in place while his tongue explored every part of the wet cavern.

His left arm detached itself from its grip on the dancer’s head before letting his fingers explore the other’s body, causing the dancer to shudder with each new piece of skin his fingers came into contact with. They trailed downwards until they reached the hem of the dancer’s bottom, where a finger sneaked inwards and trailed its way to the front. A soft moan from the dancer meant that he liked this small treatment he was getting, confirming Matt’s thoughts on the dancer’s virginity. He snakes the rest of his fingers into the dancer’s bottom and begins to palm the rapidly forming erection briefly before digging further and massaging the scrotum. The muffled moan and the arching of the dancer’s hips made Matt smile into the kiss.

He parted at last, breathless and skin flushed a little more. He gazes with lust clouded vision at the reactions his ministrations were causing the young dancer; the hitching of breath, the slight whimpering moans and mewls that sent heat pooling further to his groin. While still playing with the dancer, he begins to unbuckle his jeans and freeing his now straining erection, hissing a little at the slightly cooler air on his heated flesh. Spreading his legs further apart so that he could lower himself, Matt pulls free the dancer’s erection, noting that while still gasping, the young male was looking at him, his eyes lidded in his own aroused state.

Matt shuffles forward until their erections were touching before grabbing both and holding them in place while he shifted his hips forward, grinding them together. He almost loses balance on the first thrust, so he braces his right arm against the back of the couch before moving again, keeping his thrusts gentle and his grip tight enough so they could both get something out of it. The dancer moved his head back against the couch and let his eyes close, losing himself in the sensation. Matt briefly re-adjusts himself before grinding himself harder, earning a loud gasp. It was here he began to stroke them both, adding pre-cum to smooth out the momentum and creating a more pleasurable situation for them both.
“Fuck…so good…” moaned the dancer, moving his hips in time with Matt’s.
“You’re very sensitive, aren’t ya?” Matt asked breathlessly, continuing to grind their erections together and feeling a small sheen of sweat breaking free.
“I want you…inside me…” whimpered the dancer. That was what Matt had been waiting for, releasing their erections and reaching around back and grabbing the condom from the dancer’s bottom.

After opening the package and quickly sheathing his straining need, he teased the ring of muscle before forcing the first finger in, muffling the startled groan of pain with a kiss. The clear pre-cum was a nature’s lubrication and gathering enough of it had worked in Matt’s favor. He began to work that finger in and out of the tight hole. He broke the kiss and muttered into the dancer’s ear.
“Just relax. It will feel good soon enough, I just need you to relax for me though. Take deep breaths…” He kissed the neckline, allowing the dancer to calm himself, hearing a soft, but deep intake of breath that was shuddered as it was exhaled. He did not let up on his finger’s prodding, digging deeper and raking the insides when the ring of muscle tensed.
“You’re doing great, just keep relaxing and taking those deep breaths.” He moved to the jaw line and nibbled gently there, seeking out the dancer’s erogenous zones. The deep breathing continued and the tensing around his fingers became relaxed, prompting him to continue.

He moved his mouth to the back of the earlobe and kissed there before nibbling gently, earning him a slight gasp. He removed himself from straddling the dancer to remove the bottom that he wore before laying him down, having parted from his mouth’s activities to do so. He’d positioned the dancer so that he was on his stomach, dog style was his preferred position of penetration and it was the best one for virgins. Giving the dancer a few strokes to gather more pre-cum, he inserts the same finger before and then without warning, inserted the second. The hissing and clenching around the digits told him it was not comfortable at the moment.
“Just a little longer, keep breathing.” He seen the nod before the soft breathing was heard, accented with a slight hiss.

Preparation did not take much longer until Matt removed himself from his straddling position and kneeled himself between the dancer’s legs with his erection positioned at the ring of muscle. He looked at the dancer, waiting. An intake of breath and a nod was given before Matt pressed himself inside slowly, grunting with the effort to hold himself back from simply letting go. A whimpered cry was heard, but Matt pressed in further, unwilling to have himself pushed out.
“Nngh…just breath…” It was breathless, but the dancer complied, willing himself to accept Matt into him. Slowly, inch by inch, Matt sheathed himself inside the dancer until he could go no further before he finally stopped to simply catch his breath and let the dancer adjust to him. Matt was grateful that he was not thick like some other guy’s he’s been with, but still, hard flesh and anal cavities usually did not go together and each time would continue to hurt regardless.

A full 2 minutes passed before the dancer nodded for him to continue, which Matt did slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out and driving in slow, angling each thrust and seeking to find the spot his fingers could not. A few more thrusts later and a startled moan confirmed that he’d finally found the dancer’s prostate. Inwardly, Matt was glad that such a sensitive organ existed, otherwise sex would not be as interesting. He let his thoughts drift while driving into that same spot, building up speed and force according the near incoherent demands of the dancer below him. As the dancer was still virginal, his orgasm was achieved after another minute had passed, Matt followed soon after, the near vice like grip sending him over the edge and releasing his essence into the condom.

He pullled himself out slowly with a light grunt and ignored the pained hiss of the dancer. He willed himself to get into a kneeling position before letting himself fall back to catch his breath, the dancer doing the same in kind. After his breathing evened itself out and the world looked normal again, Matt looked on the opposite end of the couch and grinned at seeing the dancer looking like he was about to fall asleep. Matt used his leg to nudge the dancer out of his sated state.
“Hey man, is there a shower we can use or something? I feel sticky and dirty.”
“Yeah, I’ll just get up and we’ll go out the stage door. I don’t think they’ll mind you showering here. You were good by the way…thanks.” The dancer blushed a little at saying this, diverting his gaze.
“No problem man. You were not so bad yourself.”

Matt moaned in pleasure at feeling hot water running down his body, letting his hands wander and clean himself of the grime and the fluids accumulated during the short sexual encounter. The move to the west end would hopefully bring about this rare luxury. He’d not forgotten his next assignment, this was just a short, necessary distraction. Once clean, he snuck out the back door, not wanting to stick around here much longer. The walk back to his apartment was slow and thankfully uninterrupted. He ascended the steps and crawled into his space, walking and falling heavily into his couch where he let sleep take over.

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A/N: Matt totally needed that one. I have a treat for you guys for chapter 6 with Matt, so hang tight. Review if you want. I am always looking for feedback, good or bad, it is welcomed.