The Awakening of Matthew (VIII): the energy drink

It was still dark when two men entered Matthew's cell. In the blink of an eye, they untied him and left him lying on the floor. One of them, Andreas, already knew him; the other was a tall, dark man with an intense look and an athletic body. The latter introduced himself as Johnny, one of the seven guards who had subdued Juan. Johnny ordered him to rest because at dawn they would go for a run. What a way to start the day!

At the appointed hour, Johnny appeared dressed in shorts and a tight shirt that accentuated his irresistible body. He threw a pair of sneakers at Matthew, telling him to put them on and follow him outside. Matthew, still dazed by the sudden freedom, obeyed without protesting. As they reached the edge of the mansion grounds, they continued without being bothered by the early hour or lack of company. It was not the first time they had seen a naked man running.

While running, Matthew realized he had been completely naked for three days, far from his job, his friends, and a conventional life. Being exposed to the vast outside world was a new experience for Matthew. However, far from feeling embarrassed or uncomfortable, he felt liberated. His submission to Andreas had awakened something deep within him: a desire to please and a longing for the intense sensations that came with his surrender.

After an hour, they stopped in a secluded clearing. Johnny pulled out a bottle and drank, then asked Matthew if he was thirsty. Panting, Matthew nodded.

—Drink —said Johnny with a mischievous smile, bringing the bottle to Matthew's lips—. You need to refresh yourself.

Matthew took a sip, feeling the cool water run down his throat. Johnny looked at him with an intensity that made him shiver.

—Do you like running? —asked Johnny, his voice a sensual whisper that made Matthew blush.

—I'm not used to it —answered Matthew, trying to keep composed.

Johnny moved closer, his hot breath against Matthew's skin.

—Well, it's time to get used to it —murmured Johnny, his lips brushing against Matthew's in a provocative gesture.

Matthew felt a shiver run through his body, a mix of fear and excitement that left him breathless. Johnny smiled again, this time with a promise in his eyes.

—Let's go, we still have a long way to go —said Johnny, patting him on the rear before starting to run again.

Matthew followed, his heart pounding, not only from the exercise, but from the anticipation of what could happen between them. The sun had risen and cast a warm glow over the gardens of the grand mansion. The fresh morning breeze caressed Matthew's skin, providing some relief from the heat of his efforts.

As they ran, Matthew's mind wandered, reflecting on the past three days. He had been stripped of his clothes, his dignity, and any sense of control. However, far from feeling embarrassed or uncomfortable, he felt liberated. Johnny, noticing Matthew's thoughtful expression, shouted:

—You're not used to running naked, huh? It's liberating, isn't it? A freedom like you've never known.

His words brought Matthew back to the present, and he realized he was enjoying the sensation of his body moving freely, his member swaying with each step. The sun had just risen over the distant hills, bathing the landscape in a gentle golden glow.

The run was a challenge and soon Matthew's breathing became short and sharp as he struggled to keep up with his captor. The morning heat intensified and soon his body glistened with sweat, his nipples hardened with the warm breeze. Johnny, seemingly unaffected by the effort, laughed and patted Matthew on the back, encouraging him to continue.

—Come on, Matthew, don't give up now —said Johnny with a seductive smile.

Matthew followed, his heart pounding, not only from the exercise, but from the excitement of what could happen between them.

After an hour of running, they arrived at a secluded clearing, hidden from view. Johnny pulled out a bottle of water, took a long drink before handing it to Matthew. As Matthew drank, he felt a strange, acidic liquid on his tongue and, looking up, he realized that Johnny had just urinated in the bottle and was now offering it to him as a "sports drink." Intrigued and excited, Matthew drank deeply, feeling the warm liquid slide down his throat as Johnny poured some over his head, soaking his body.

—Drink, boy. It's good for you. My golden nectar will give you energy —said Johnny, laughing, stroking Matthew's sweat-soaked hair.

Matthew, excited and embarrassed, drank eagerly, feeling the warm urine mix with his own sweat. Johnny, clearly enjoying the show, began to rub Matthew's hard nipples, twisting and pulling them gently while urging him to finish the bottle.

—That's it, boy, drink it all up. You need to stay hydrated. And if you finish, maybe I'll let you drink straight from the tap.

As the morning progressed, Johnny tested Matthew, forcing him to perform a variety of exercises. Squats, lunges, and push-ups, all designed to test his strength and endurance. Johnny watched critically, occasionally reaching out to correct Matthew's form, his hands brushing against Matthew's sweaty skin, increasing his excitement and causing his cock to become increasingly erect.

—Let's take you back to the mansion —said Johnny, helping Matthew to his feet—. We've only just begun and there's much more to train.

When they finished, they ran back to the mansion. Along the way, they passed by several peasants who greeted them, indifferent to Matthew's nudity. As they returned, the morning sun shone on the grand building, a symbol of the opulent and forbidden world into which Matthew had entered. A world of pleasure, pain, and unbreakable submission, where he would discover the true extent of his desires and the depths of his devotion to Johnny and Andreas, his new masters.

Johnny led him to the mansion's gym, filled with weights and fitness equipment. He sat on a bench, took off his shirt, showing his spectacular muscular torso, and asked Matthew to kneel beside him. He explained that, as a submissive, Matthew had to train his body daily and follow a rigorous exercise routine.

—A slave's physical strength can compensate for his mental weakness, —said Johnny as he looked intensely at Matthew.

For hours, Johnny taught him the most important exercises, especially those that would increase his physical and sexual strength. Exhausted and euphoric, Matthew felt a special satisfaction as he remembered the taste of Johnny's urine drink. In the gym, Johnny explained the importance of physical training for a submissive.

—You have to be strong, both physically and mentally— he said.

Matthew was panting, his mouth completely dry, while Johnny seemed to be in perfect condition. Seeing Matthew's condition, Johnny offered him another bottle of his golden nectar. Without warning, Johnny emptied the water bottle and, approaching Matthew, unzipped his shorts and released his cock. He aimed at the bottle and a strong stream of golden liquid filled it.

—Drink, boy, —ordered Johnny, with a hoarse, authoritative voice. —You need to stay hydrated, and this will give you the energy to keep up with my pace.

Matthew's heart raced as he took the bottle, his gaze fixed on Johnny's impressive manhood. The head of Johnny's cock was flushed and dripping, evidence of his growing arousal. The heat and thirst made Matthew taste another man's urine for the first time. At first, he was surprised by the warm, slightly bitter taste, but he couldn't help but get excited at the thought that it came from Johnny, whom he looked at with growing passion. The smell of urine filled Matthew's nostrils, and he found himself breathing it in, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He brought the bottle to his lips and took a hesitant sip, feeling the taste of Johnny's urine surprise him: salty and strong, but not unpleasant. As he drank, Matthew's eyes remained fixed on Johnny, contemplating the man's powerful physique and the way his muscles moved under his tanned skin.

—That's it, drink it all, —encouraged Johnny, running a hand through Matthew's blonde hair— Think of it as a reward for your efforts.

As the liquid passed his lips, Matthew felt a surge of excitement. He was doing this for Johnny, pleasing him by consuming his most intimate offering. He swallowed the rest, not breaking eye contact with his master, who smiled mischievously.

—Good boy— praised Johnny, taking the empty bottle from Matthew's hand and setting it aside. —Now, I think you've earned a special treat.

Without further ado, Johnny grabbed Matthew by the nape of his neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Their lips met and Matthew tasted himself on Johnny's tongue, a mix of sweat and urine. Johnny's other hand gripped Matthew's ass cheek and squeezed firmly as he slid his tongue into Matthew's mouth.

Matthew moaned during the kiss, his body reacting instinctively. His cock, already hard from the morning's activities, twitched and drooled pre-cum, eager for attention. Johnny broke the kiss and a string of saliva connected their lips as he smiled at Matthew.

—You like that, don't you? You're a natural submissive, and your body craves my domination.

Matthew, breathless, could only nod, his eyes begging for more.

Johnny's hand tightened on Matthew's neck as he guided him to his knees.

—Show me how much you like it. Worship my cock with that eager mouth of yours.

With a hungry look, Matthew leaned forward and took Johnny's cockhead into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the sensitive glans, savoring the saltiness of the pre-cum and the acidic taste of urine. His hands explored Johnny's thighs, feeling the defined muscles as he began to move his head, taking all of Johnny's shaft into his throat.

—Fuck, yes, just like that —growled Johnny, his hips rocking gently, guiding Matthew's movements—. Suck my cock, take it all, show me what a dirty whore you are.

Matthew groaned his approval, the vibrations sending shivers down Johnny's spine. He fucked Matthew's face slowly, enjoying the warmth and wetness of his mouth. He leaned in, grabbing Matthew's hair, holding him in place as he began to thrust harder, faster.

—That's it, take it all —grunted Johnny—. You're a filthy cocksucker, aren't you? Made for this.

Matthew's eyes, filled with lust and submission, begged Johnny to use him, to make him his own. Johnny's dominant nature took over and he began to fuck Matthew's face with abandon, his balls slapping against Matthew's chin.

—You love my cock, don't you, whore? I bet you want me to come in that pretty mouth of yours.

Matthew moaned, the sound muffled by the cock filling his mouth. Johnny's dominant words sent a shiver through him, and he sucked harder, eager to push Johnny to the edge.

Johnny's breath quickened and he gripped Matthew's hair tighter.

—Fuck, I'm close... I'm going to paint your face with my cum, you filthy slut.

With a roar, Johnny exploded, his hot, sticky cum shooting down Matthew's throat. Matthew swallowed, savoring the taste of his master's release, as Johnny continued to shoot his seed, covering Matthew's lips and chin with his essence.

As he pulled out of Matthew's mouth, Johnny admired his work: Matthew, on his knees, with cum dripping from his face, eyes shining with devotion and desire.

—You're a beautiful mess, — said Johnny, his voice soft and full of admiration— And now you belong to me.

They moved to a room with a padded floor, a space designed for pleasure and training. Johnny, with an air of authority and sensuality, began to demonstrate a series of stretches that brought their bodies closer together. The atmosphere was charged with palpable tension, and the heat of their intertwined breaths added an additional layer of intimacy to the scene.

As Johnny stretched, his erect cock pressed against Matthew's sweaty back, marking a hot contrast with the cooling padded floor. Each movement of Johnny's was deliberate and provocative, his body arched gracefully as he leaned forward, his muscles tense and exuding an energy that made the air around him seem to vibrate.

Johnny's hands moved with a mix of firmness and tenderness, caressing and guiding Matthew's body with precision. Johnny traversed every inch of his skin, his fingers sliding slowly to ensure that Matthew was completely open and submissive. Each touch was a promise of more, a seduction game in which Johnny made sure that Matthew was not only prepared physically but also fully surrendered to his dominance.

As Matthew grew weary, he continued to drink his “new drink,” feeling the energy and excitement flow through him.

—Drink it, it will help you keep up.

With his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, Matthew felt the tension transform into a burning desire under Johnny's constant touch. Each stretch brought him closer to a state of complete submission and excitement, his fast breath synchronizing with his master's movements. The combination of their bodies' proximity, the persistent friction of Johnny's erection, and the dominant caresses kept Matthew in a state of palpable longing, intensifying his surrender to the sensuality of the moment.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows in the room, Andreas entered.

—How is our little pet? —he asked, lasciviously looking at Matthew's sweaty and flexible form.

Johnny smiled.

—He's been a good boy. He drank all the nectar but still wants a little more...

Both men stood over Matthew, their stiff cocks against their pants. They pulled down their boxers, freeing their huge cocks, and started to urinate, warm streams of golden liquid raining down on Matthew, who opened his mouth wide, eagerly licking the mixture of urine and sweat.

—That's it, boy, drink it all —said Andreas, his cock trembling as he watched Matthew drink anxiously—. Now, I think you've earned a reward.

Andreas watched Matthew with a gaze full of approval, his eyes roaming over every inch of his exhausted but satisfied apprentice's body. There was a gleam in his eyes, a silent recognition of the effort Matthew had put into his training. Andreas gave a slight smile, almost imperceptible but loaded with promises. Then, he gave Johnny a complicit look, who also seemed to share that sense of satisfaction.

—I think it's time to reward you for your dedication —murmured Andreas, his deep voice resonating in the room, enveloping Matthew in an atmosphere charged with anticipation.

Following Andreas's signal, Johnny approached Matthew with an imposing and dominant presence. The two men, tall and self-assured, stood before him, their bodies radiating a heat that Matthew could feel intensely. Without saying another word, they offered their erections, the silent but clear offer: to extract from them the substance that would sustain him, the reward for his obedience and effort.

Matthew, kneeling before them, felt a mix of nervousness and desire pulsating within him. The air was charged with a palpable electricity as he leaned forward, his lips touching Andreas first, and then Johnny. The texture and warmth of their skin against his tongue sent waves of excitement through his body. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the act, savoring each moment with an almost reverential devotion.

Matthew took their cocks in his mouth, one after the other, sucking eagerly. The taste of their pre-cum mixed with the persistent smell of urine on his tongue drove him wild. He groaned as he swallowed each one deeply, while his own cock was sore and drooling. The two men fucked his mouth, taking turns burying their entire length in his throat, holding his head in place as they thrust. Matthew's eyes filled with tears as he gagged, but he enjoyed the feeling of being used, with his mouth full of their hot, hard flesh.

Time seemed to fade as Matthew focused on his task, alternating between the two men, feeling their bodies respond to his touch. Every moan, every sigh of pleasure that escaped their lips fueled an internal fire in him, a need to please them even more. Finally, they couldn't hold back any longer and they came, flooding Matthew's mouth with their hot, sticky cum. He didn't rush to swallow; he savored each drop, letting the taste, the essence of his effort, soak into his memory. He swallowed, savoring the taste of his reward, the product of a long day of training and submission.

After the last tremors of pleasure subsided, Andreas and Johnny stepped back a bit, watching Matthew with a mix of pride and satisfaction. Andreas handed him a towel, with which Matthew slowly wiped himself, enjoying the residual warmth still on his skin. There was a strange calm in the air, a moment of peace after the storm.

As he made his way back to his cell, with the hallway lights casting long shadows, Matthew felt a growing unease in his chest. A concern he had been trying to ignore finally caught up with him. He turned his gaze to Andreas, who walked beside him with that usual confidence, and finally found the words to express his unease.

—Andreas… Could you notify my job or my friends? I'm really worried about what they might be thinking...

Andreas looked at him with that characteristic serenity, and, without losing his calm, he responded softly.

—You have nothing to worry about, Matthew. We've already sent messages to your friends and bosses, explaining that you've taken a vacation. No one suspects anything. —His tone was reassuring, almost hypnotic, and Matthew felt the tension in his chest begin to dissipate.

When he finally reached his cell, exhaustion hit him hard, but not before his mind went over the events of the day. The taste of Johnny and Andreas' urine and semen lingered on his tongue, and he felt a sense of satisfaction and excitement, knowing he was theirs to do with as they pleased. The exciting tastes, the moans of satisfaction, it all swirled in his mind, creating a whirlwind of sensations that overwhelmed him. He fell onto his lonely bed, his thoughts still wrapped in the fresh memories of the pleasure he had experienced, and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the forbidden liquids that had fueled him that day.

And as sleep slowly enveloped him, a smile formed on his lips. Despite the uncertainty, the challenges, there was something deeply exciting about what he had experienced. He felt satiated, both physically and emotionally, and with that comforting thought, he let himself be carried away by sleep, knowing that the next day would bring more to discover.

Matthew's journey of submission was far from over, and the coming days would test his limits, push his boundaries, and reveal the true extent of his desire to please.