2. Eunuch

His damn cock was doing a standing ovation in front of the man's face. Matthias couldn't believe his eyes. He tried to calm himself down, taking a deep breath.

"Do you want to pee or what?" The man asked, a slight frown on his face.

Matthias nodded. What else could he say? He must want to pee. How could his cock get hard when there's no physical stimulation?

"Pee later. Don't you dare pee on me or I'll record a video and post it online. From the looks of it, you have a pretty big cock. What if I cut it off and stuff it inside your mouth like a sausage? Will you tell me where you hid the money and how you pulled it off right under our noses? Who's helping you? Tell me, Antonio. And I might not turn you into an eunuch," the man's eyes glinted maliciously like a devil.

"I don't know. I never stole anything."

"Lies. Try again," the man pressed the knife against Matthias' clothed cock. It twitched against his blade. The man frowned. Even Matthias didn't know what was wrong with his cock today.

"You know what, let's do it another way. I'm getting bored and time is running out,"

He motioned for two of the guards to come forward.

What are they doing? Were they going to beat him up? Finally kill him?

The man held him down and began to pull his pants down his legs. Matthias struggled, but he was outnumbered. They stripped him until he was in nothing. Stark naked against the cool material of the metal chair.

Matthias' cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

No one. No fucking one had humiliated him like this! Cold wind attacked his skin from all sides. Goosebumps erupted across his skin.

Red clouded his vision as he yelled, "Fuck you! Fuck all of you! I'll kill you one day!"

How dare they humiliate him? Matthias swore to take revenge and make them regret everything!

The man clicked his tongue, standing up, his eyes hungrily roaming Matthias' naked body.

"Not bad. I used to think that I had the world's most beautiful body. But now that I've seen yours..." The man shook his head and licked his lips.

Hold on... Was this man some kind of sadistic pervert?

Fuck. He was in big trouble. Bigger than he thought it was.

"I'm jealous. I want to carve lovely patterns into your skin and destroy your handsome beauty," he twirled his stupid knife and dragged it across Matthias' skin.

Matthias felt as if he had been swallowed by a volcano. His breaths came out hot, ragged, and bothered.

The cold blade of the knife patted his cock a few times. It was so easy for his kidnapper to cut his cock off and inflict bodily harm on him. Yet... he wasn't doing it. Or maybe he just wanted to take his sweet time with him.

The man lowered himself so that his eyes were leveled with Matthias'. Then he used the blunt side of the knife to tease him, stroking his cock with it. Up and down. Slowly and dangerously.

The muscles in Matthias' thighs tensed as he tried not to think about it. To think how insanely handsome this man was and the way he was getting hard.

Fuck. He was getting hard no matter how hard he tried to control himself. All because of a mere knife play. Precum leaked from his tip and Matthias threw his head back, closing his eyes. He could feel his orgasm approaching. Fuck, how long had it been since he released?

No one knew that Matthias Asher Whitlock, the CEO of the Whitlock Group, was gay. Yes, Matthias liked men. But to please his family members and hide from their intrusive gaze, he pretended that he liked women.

He always hung around women and a few of his trusted friends. Hence, all desires were locked away. He couldn't let his family know of his sexuality because that would jeopardize everything he worked for.

But now, this stranger had unlocked all those dark desires by a mere touch.

Fire and electricity coursed through his veins and Matthias cursed under his breath. He was so close. So fucking close... He was so close to releasing.

He expected the man to jerk him off or make him cum. But no. The man didn't touch him anymore. When Matthias opened his eyes, he saw the man looking at him with a strange look.

His chest was heaving slightly and he chewed on his luscious, full lips.

"Y-you," Matthias realized that the man was doing this on purpose. To make him feel pleasure, then stop to make him beg for it. Or use his desperation against him.

"Fuck you," Matthias spat, eyes red and nostrils flaring.

"Amanda is fucking you, Antonio."

The knife nipped Matthias' chest and a small trail of blood dripped down. Matthias shuddered.

"Still refuse to come clean? Do not blame me, Antonio, for the lovely tattoos I'm about to give you," The stranger nipped his skin again, causing blood to flow just by a little.

However, instead of pain like Matthias expected, he felt something else that made his cock grow heavier. More precum began to leak and splatter on the floor.

"I'm... I'm... not Antonio. My name is Matthias Asher Whitlock," Matthias gasped, straining against his bonds.

The man glanced at Matthias' cock and swallowed audibly.

Then he sneered, averting his gaze from it. "Don't tell lies. You think by changing your name you could trick and hide from me?"

"I'm telling the truth. That is my name. Search it up. It comes with my photos. I'm all over the internet," Matthias said in a breathy voice.

The man stood up and pulled out his phone from his pocket. He tapped on the screen before placing it before Matthias' face. He seemed to be comparing a photo with Matthias.

"Che cazzo," he cursed.

Italian. His kidnapper was Italian. Somehow, this made Matthias think of the Mafia.