Matt POV

Men with authority really turn me on.

But not just any men. No, men with blonde hair, anger issues, eating chocolate, while holding a gun to your head because he's so pissed at you, and cussing you out so badly it almost makes your ears bleed. And as he's doing this, you sit completely vulnerable in a chair with your hands bound behind you and feet tied to the chair legs. Not to mention your completely naked.

It only takes me a few short minutes to realize I have a terribly uncomfortable erection that I know this blonde teenage mafia leader will not take care of for me because he's too busy being a bitch and yelling at me, gun still in my face.

"YOU ASSHOLE, MATT! IF I SEE YOU EATING MY CHOCOLATE EVER AGAIN, I WILL FUCKING CASTRATE YOU AND BEAT THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOU, YOU DIPSHIT!" Mello screamed in my face. Ugh, this is so turning me on. I want to push him to the ground and take him right there.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MATT! WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE AN ERECTION! PLEASE DON'T TELL ME THIS IS TURNING YOU ON! YOU WHORE!"

Alright, he finally noticed the reason to my discomfort. Now, please take care of it.

"IF YOU THINK I'M GONNA DO SOMETHING TO PLEASURE YOU, THEN THINK AGAIN!"

And with that, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving me tied to the chair with a painful erection. I sighed in frustration and disappointment, and hung my head down.

"Well, fuck."