"Where are you two cutieth going?" Mike asked, still lisping. "The party'th jutht getting thtarted."
"Sorry guys. I just need a little alone time with my boyfriend," Mathew said, then he was out the door, with Ashton still over his shoulder.
As he left the bar, Mathew looked over his shoulder and noted that the name of the place had changed. It was now a gay bar. He must have changed the people in there so much that the entire place had changed as well. Interesting.
He carried Ashton over to a grassy area, then set him down on the ground, and then used the Chronivac program to restore Ashton's body to its original unhurt form. And just like that, it was as if he had never been beaten and abused. Ashton then began to squirm. He was waking up. And the first face he saw was Mathew's.
The moment Ashton saw him, he wanted him to fuck him. He wanted so badly to feel Mathew's cock inside him. His mouth, his ass, it didn't matter.
But no ... he shouldn't want that, right? He wasn't gay. He just couldn't be.
Ashton stood up on wobbly legs. "Mathew ..."
Mathew smiled. "Yes, Ashton?"