Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2002 09:24:30 -0800 (PST)
From: steve martin <shagmyass@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Milk Tray Man: Matt Meets the Milk Tray Man

This is the fantasy of the author, and does not imply the true
sexuality of the characters in this story (though if it turns out
either of them are gay, please let me know!!).  Milk Tray is the
trademark of Cadbury's, and the use of it in this story is not intended
to be a reflection of the company in any way.  Finally, I hope you all
enjoy this story, and more will follow, if that is the wish of the
public.  Let me know at shagmyass@yahoo.com Enjoy!!

Matt Meets The Milk Tray Man

Matt was out clubbing, doing his usual thing, fucking pretty girls in
the toilets, you know, the sex god act.  The girls loved it, & Matt
wasn't complaining, it felt good, fucking quickly, goodbye kiss & on to
the next one.  His reputation soared as a result, more promotion for
whatever project he was working on at that time.

What he didn't want the public to know was that the sex that he
craved was that with a man.  And not just sex, but light bondage
man on man sex.  His fantasy was Superman 90's style, Dean Cain.
Not a chance of it happening of course, Dean was most definitely
straight.

So there Matt was, scanning the crowd, when his heart stopped.
There he was, fantasy Matt le Blanc style, Dean Cain, looking
fantastic in a simple tight white T-shirt, tailored trousers
accompanying it, both showing perfect curves in all the right places.
And he was coming right at him.  Keep calm, Matt told himself.

"Hey Matt."  Dean said, flashing that perfect white smile.

"Oh hey Dean."  Matt half spoke, half squeaked.
"What's going on, any films lately?"  Dean asked.

"Taking a break right now, how about you?" was Matt's reply.

"Much the same."  Dean responded, leaning against the bar beside
Matt.  "Want a drink?"

"Sure, beer's good."  Matt answered, still somewhat shaky.

"Beer it is." Declared Dean, reaching into his inside pocket for his
wallet.  His smiling face clouded with puzzlement then devastation. "I
don't believe it."  He said miserably.

"What's wrong?" Matt asked.

"My wallet, it's gone."  Dean answered glumly.

"Oh no, I hope you didn't have any plastic in it?"  Matt asked.

"No, just cash." Dean assured him.  "The thing is, I was going to book
into a hotel tonight, pay cash, false name, you know the routine."

"Well, if you're stuck...Na forget it." Matt started.

"No what." Dean asked.

"I was going to say stay at my place, there's plenty of room."  Matt
suggested.  "But you probably have plenty of friends you could call on,
silly idea."

"No, no that's just it."  Matt said quickly.  "I don't have anyone round
here I can call on, so if the offer's still open.."
"Sure it is."  Matt replied.  "Let's go, shall we?"

And with that Matt led the way to his limo, Dean following closely.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Matt's modest mansion.

"Nice place."  Dean commented, stepping out of the limo.

"Yeah, it suits when I'm in town." Matt replied nonchalantly, shrugging
his shoulders.

They went in, entering a building full of modern sculptures and furniture.

"You have good taste."  Dean said in praise, studying a painting hanging
above the fireplace.

"Thanks, I do my best."  Matt said, genuinely pleased at this praise
from Dean.  An idea was forming in his head, a plan to make his
fantasy come true.

"How about a tour?"  Dean asked, turning to face Matt, that perfect
smile on his face once again.

"Sure."  Matt replied, & with that he led Dean through the house,
showing him kitchens, dining rooms, sitting rooms, & finally the
bedrooms.

"Well, that's about it."  Matt said.

"What's in that last room there?"  Dean asked, pointing to a door at
the end of the hall.

"Oh, it's nothing really, just a room I work off my stress in."  Matt
replied, wording his answer carefully.

"Ah, a gym."  Dean assumed.  "You must let me see it, I could use it
in the morning."

"Oh no, it's very basic really."  Matt said, pretending to put Dean off.

"Oh come on, I'm sure it's fine."  Dean commented, heading for the door,
&, reaching for the handle, he opened it, entering a pitch-black room.

"No Dean, don't."  Matt called, & jogged to the door, reaching it just as
Dean turned on the light.

"Ah."  Dean said, a little surprised.  "Now I see why you didn't want
me to come in here."

Dean was referring to the fact that the room was empty save for a
chair bolted to the floor, the seat of which was modelled on that of a
toilet seat, in that it was made of nothing but a hollow circle, with
straps on the arms & legs on the chair, where a person's wrists,
thighs & ankles would rest.  The only thing resembling a gym in the
room was the fully surrounding mirror on the walls, even on the back of
the door Dean had opened.

"What is this, some sort of torture chamber?"  Dean asked.

It's now or never, Matt thought to himself, it might just get my
fantasy to come true.

"Well Dean, you've found out my deep, dark secret."  Matt stated
sheepishly.  "I use it for male friends I have over, bondage sex with
them, tying them up makes it all the more exciting."

"Really," Dean said.  "Show me what you mean, this is all new to me."

So Matt went over & sat down in the chair, resting his arms on the
arm rests.

"I get the man to sit like this, & strap him in, then tease him."
Matt explained, getting excited just explaining this to Dean.

"So why the hole in the chair?"  Dean asked, puzzled.

"Oh well, the guy normally has his trousers and underwear round his
ankles so I can get at everything while he's sitting there.  I can do
whatever I like to him, & he can't do a thing about it."  Matt
described, his trousers getting tight at the thought of Dean in that
chair.

"I still can't vision it."  Dean said, confused, & came to stand beside
Matt.

"Like this."  Matt said, dropping his trousers, revealing a boner of 7",
it only half soft.  He never wore underwear when clubbing, too much
trouble when fucking in the toilets.  He sat down again, & quick as a
flash, Dean did up the straps, trapping Matt as he himself had
trapped so many others.

"Hey, what are you doing?"  Matt half shouted, straining against the
straps.

"Just getting an idea of what you're talking about."  Dean said,
standing back, grinning a grin so unlike that perfect smile he usually
wore.  "And now that I understand, I'll leave you here, to get a taste of
what you're doing to those men you bring back here.  I'm sure your
staff will find you sometime."

And with that, he turned and walked by Matt, out the door of the
room, ignoring Matt's protests for help.

Matt sat there for what seemed like hours, doing nothing except look
at his reflection in the mirror.  Thankfully, Dean had left the light on,
so at least Matt wasn't in the dark.  Now he knew how those men
he had done this to felt.  Never again, he vowed to himself, would he
subject someone to this.  The humiliation, not to mention the fear of
being abandoned here, was almost too much for Matt to bear.  And
never, ever, would he try to trick someone into bed, that was for sure,
after this fiasco.

Suddenly, the lights went out.  Matt jumped, shocked.  His fear was
swiftly turning into panic, as he could see nothing.  He looked for a
crack of light under the door, & seeing none, he calmed himself, convincing
himself it was just a power cut.

A noise, & his head whirled to face the direction of the sound.  He could
still see nothing, & no more noises followed.

He turned to face forwards again, waiting for someone to rescue him.

He felt something graze his bare buttocks, & wriggled, not knowing
what was going on.

"Who's there?"  Matt said, alarmed.

No answer, & he felt nothing else for a few minutes.  Then he had the
sensation of something wet lapping at his hole.  He wriggled again,
terrified.

"What the fuck." he shouted, then stopped abruptly when he received a
sharp slap to his right arse cheek.  "Ouch, that fucking hurt!"  But
settled down, but only until he felt the licking starting again, and
shifted away from it as far as he could.  He received another slap, this
time on his left arse cheek.

"Shit, stop that!"  He shouted, but got the message.  If he stopped
shifting, and gave himself up to what was happening, he wouldn't get
slapped.  Who would have thought it, he pondered, that Dean Cain was
into this.

The (what he assumed was a) tongue worked at his arse ring, licking
round the rim, & then digging right in, penetrating past the strong ring
muscles to explore inside Matt's arse.  Matt could not help but enjoy
this.  He'd been rimmed before, nothing more than that, & this
certainly lived up to his past experiences.  He moaned aloud, & pushed
his arse further into the seat, allowing who he assumed to be Dean to
delve deeper into his hole.  They did just that, & Matt enjoyed it all
the more, his own cock rising to its massive 13".  Thankfully, it was
quite thin, at least in comparison to its length, which allowed him to
pleasure the ones he graced with it completely.

The tongue left Matt's hole, & he groaned in disappointment.  His arse
was gaping now, after being worked for so long & so well, a hand could
have gone in with a little persuasion.

Matt heard a slight sliding underneath him, & felt something glide
between his own feet.  The next thing he knew, something was poking
at his open ring.  Not having had anything up there before besides a
tongue, Matt was wary, & tightened up in instinct.  He was smartly
reprimanded by two slaps, one on each cheek of that tightened arse, at
which Matt relaxed instantly.  He did want this; he wanted to know
what made those guys scream out in such obvious pleasure when he
fucked their brains out.  He knew why he liked it, a big cock in a tight
hole, every man's dream.  So he relaxed, letting himself be the bottom
for the first time.

The object prodding at him was slippery, he could feel, & although it
was his first time, Matt experienced very little pain, so open was he
from the expert rimming he had received.  He did feel very full, though it
was not unpleasant.  The object continued to sink into him, until it
was stopped by the plane it was attached to at a right angle.  Matt
felt something tickling his cheeks, & realised it was hair.  So, Dean
was fucking him with his dick.  When he felt that tickling outside,
Matt also felt a tingling inside, stemming from where the head was
rubbing inside him.  The sensation grew and grew each time he was
pierced, until it went right through his body, exploding in his mind, & a
primal scream from his mouth.  Never before had he experienced this,
this incredible feeling.  No wonder those men loved having his cock inside
them, if this is what it felt like.

The dick pulled almost all the way out each time, before being driven
back into him, quicker each time.  Again and again, that mind-blowing
tingle, and over and over that scream of joy from Matt.  As if Dean
realised Matt's delight, he began a steady rhythm, moving in & out,
making Matt melt in pleasure, nearly crying in the joy of this new
adventure.  He moved his arse in time to the thrusts, rocking back &
forth in the chair.  Eventually, the speed of the thrusting became so
fast that Matt could not keep up, & simply pushed his arse as far
back in the chair as he could manage, giving himself up to the fucking,
his whole body trembling with the virginal feelings streaming through
it.  After what seemed like hours, Matt was exhausted, his upper
body slumped forward in sheer orgasmic meltdown, his own cock digging
hard into his stomach, soaking it in sweat & pre-cum, his nuts in
pain with the need for release.  Suddenly, he felt the dick inside him
pushing in as far as it could, & a filling sensation above it inside him
occurred.  Oh fuck yes, Matt thought, he's cum inside me.  Dean Cain
has cum inside me, & it feels so damn good.

After a couple of minutes Dean pulled his dick out, leaving Matt feeling
empty after being so full for so long.  Matt groaned, both relieved &
wanting it inside him again.

The next thing Matt heard was that same noise in the direction of
the door that he had heard earlier, & only realised now it was the door
catch clicking.  He also realised that Dean had left him strapped up
still.  He was too exhausted to shout out after him tough, and fell
asleep sitting as he was.

"Matt, Matt."  Matt heard someone faintly calling his name in the
background, & his shoulder being shaken.  He woke. & looking up, saw
Dean standing over him.  On moving his arms, he looked down, and saw
the straps had been loosened on both his arms & legs.

"Matt, I am so sorry."  Dean said.  "I meant to release you after half
an hour, but I fell asleep downstairs."

"Sure you did stud."  Matt said, giving Dean a knowing smile.  "You
know, you could have let me go when you were finished.  After all, you
wore me out, there was no way I was going to jump you or anything."
"What are you talking about?"  Dean said, completely baffled by
Matt's ravings.

"You know what I'm talking about you sex hound."  Matt replied, still
with that grin on his face.  "That was some fuck you gave me, but
you could have left the lights on you know."

"Matt, I have no idea what you are talking about."  Dean replied, &
when Matt looked into his face, he could see that Dean was telling the
truth.

"If it wasn't you, then who was it?"  Matt said, he now completely
baffled.

"I don't know, but we can find out."  Dean said.  "You have cameras set
up in this place don't you?"

"In here, no."  Matt said.  "Too risky, video of me getting out, doing
this kind of thing."

"No, dimwit."  Dean cut him off.  "I mean in the house in general."

"Oh, of course."  Matt said, embarrassed.

"Take me to the control room."  Dean demanded.

"What for?"  Asked Matt.

"I'll show you when we get there."  Was all would Dean would say.

So Matt stood slowly, & pulled up his trousers, barely managing to
pull them over his arse, so sore was it now after the fact.  He got
them in place eventually, & slowly, step by step, he took Dean to the
control room.  In there was a large screen made up of 32 smaller
images, each one broadcast from a security camera on the premises.
Dean pointed to the image showing the corridor outside the room they
had just left.

"Can you rewind that tape?"  Dean asked.

"Sure."  Said Matt, pushing a few buttons.

The tape began rewinding, & after a few minutes, a figure was seen
coming up the stairs backwards & stopping where the fuse box was
located on the wall.  They were shown flicking a switch, at which point
the lights went out.  A torch spotlight was seen moving up the
corridor to the room Matt was entrapped in, before going out just as
it reached the door.  After this there was complete blackness for a
recording time of 2 hours, until the spotlight reappeared outside in the
corridor again, travelling back to the fuse box, until the lights went on
again.  The figure was seen then going backwards into one of the
rooms.  They were dressed completely in black, even wearing a balaclava
over their head.  They were also slightly built, unlike Dean, convincing
Matt once & for all that it wasn't Dean who had done it.

"There's your mystery dick."  Said Dean, shocked that this had
happened.

"I can't believe he was hiding waiting for me to come home."  Matt half
murmured.

"Let's go & see if we can find anything in the room he was hiding in,
maybe we can get him yet."  Dean suggested.

So they went to the room, finding nothing except a vial of strong
sedative, sitting beside an unused syringe.

"He planned to drug you."  Dean said.

"And then do whatever he wanted."  Matt finished.

"He must have heard you shouting after me & realised you were
trapped."  Dean mused.  "Then he waited for a while, to make sure I
wasn't coming back straightaway, & cut the lighting on that floor,
before going in & fucking you."

"Made it easy for him."  Matt said quietly.

"Oh man, I am so sorry about this."  Dean started.

"No Dean, don't be."  Matt said, turning to him.  "Both you & this
guy did me a favour.  Before tonight, I didn't know how great it felt to
be fucked.  He showed me how good it could be, not the pain I thought
it would be.  It was just fantastic."

"Well, at least we got some good out of this."  Dean said.  "Now, what
do you say you show me to one of these bedrooms of yours, & I get
some shut-eye before I head back home tomorrow?"

"Of course."  Matt replied, & took him to another room, where he bid
him goodnight, before retiring to his own room, where he collapsed on the
bed, drained from what had happened, & slept sound, a smile on his face
at the memory of how good it had felt.

The next morning, Matt went downstairs to fix himself some
breakfast.  On reaching the kitchen, he found a box of Milk Tray
chocolates.  On top was a card, simply written:

"Thanks for the fuck,  Yours, the milk tray man."

Next to it was a card from Dean, giving his thanks for the bed for
the night.  Comparing the writing, Matt could see that the same
person did not write it.  Well, whoever he is, Matt thought, the milk
tray man is certainly as smooth as silk.

Hope you all enjoyed this.  I would hate to think that anyone had
wasted their time reading one of my stories.  Like I said at the start,
this could become a series, but only if I hear that people want that!
So write to shagmyass@yahoo.com and let me know what you thought
of this, & whether I should keep writing.  Thanks!!