Blast from the Past! Part 1!
Blast From the Past- Part 1
His hands burned like fire. His back ached with pain, and nothing more or less. "Just a little..... more....." Matthew said to himself. He tried to reach further up, but suddenly his body went numb and he fell a good 20 feet to the floor with a loud SMACK when his back hit the mat. "Ow...." He whispered to himself. The class began to laugh. Matthew continued laying there, his arms and legs wouldn't move, he was so weak. The coach bowed his head at the ground in disappointment and let loose a loud sigh. "Better luck next time Matthew.". The bell rang and the class scurried to the locker rooms to change and go home. Matthew remained, laying on the floor, waiting for the strength to lift his arms and legs. He stared at the long rope he failed to climb once again. Matthew finally stood up, wobbling a bit as his legs throbbed. He began to stumble his way to the locker rooms.
By the time Matthew arrived, everyone was gone already. The locker rooms reeked of sweat. He swung open his locker and threw his sweaty shirt off, and threw it aside. He pulled out his T-shirt from his locker. It was sky blue, with big white letters reading, "Yiffy" on it. He relentlessly put it on. He didn't need any of the attention the shirt was giving him, but it was his only clean shirt today, so he had no choice. The names he had been branded with included, idiot, dick head, dumbass, and last but not least, faggot. He really didn't need "homo" added to that list.
When Matthew finished changing, he walked outside the locker rooms, the school's campus was just about empty at this point. Matthew's throat suddenly burned as he inhaled some smoke. He looked ahead, there was a tall, dark green, dragon, leaning on a wall, smoking a cigarette. He gave a dirty look at Matthew, and obviously read his T-shirt. Matthew held his breath, and walked past the dragon, who continued to stare at Matthew. "Hey homo." The dragon said, just as Matthew thought he was in the clear. Matthew froze with fear, the other students at the school weren't exactly friendly, and if one caught you alone, it usually wasn't a good thing.
Matthew closed his eyes and clenched his teeth cursing his existence. Then he turned around, "Ye....yes?" Matthew said, sounding like a complete faggot. "Is your name Matthew?" the dragon asked, demanding and answer. "Matthew's mouth opened but he was so scared, no words would come out. "What are you both gay and def? Or do I just have to check your underwear for you faggot?" The dragon yelled. "N-no! M-my name is M-Matthew!" Matthew screamed, about ready to cry out of sheer fear. "That's what I thought..." the dragon calmly said, and with out another word, he turned and walked away.
"What was that about?! Does he know me? Do I know him?" The thoughts bounced around in Matthew's mind. Then, realizing the dragon could have just gone to get someone to help beat the living crap out of him, he turned and ran all the way home.
When Matthew arrived home, he was almost sure that the dragon he saw would be in his house or something. But, he was no where to be found. Matthew began to calm down a bit, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had a nice, 3 day weekend ahead of him, and he didn't want that dragon in his head during any of it. He looked outside, it was already getting dark. He promptly decided, bed time.
In the morning, Matthew was surprised he was hadn't been kidnapped in his sleep. He was still skeptic about the dragon he had seen yesterday. Matthew walked into the kitchen, the tile flooring was cold causing Matthew to shiver a bit. He quickly poured himself some cereal, added some milk, grabbed an apple and feasted on his "breakfast of the champions". When he finished, he put his dishes in the sink and went to throw his apple core in the trash, when he lifted the lid, a strong, disgusting smell arose from the trash, nearly knocking him out. He put his core in, and grabbed the trash bag, and began to walk to the dumpster across the street. He threw the smelly bag of who-knows-what, into the dumpster and began to walk back.
That's when he heard it, the sound of a roaring motor. Matthew turned and looked towards the growing sound. And that's when it happened. Everything went black. Absolutely black.
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Matthew awoke. He was in a small room, that was pitch-black all around, except where he was. As Matthew regained his senses, he felt something in his mouth. "Wait, is this a ball gag?!" Matthew thought to himself. Matthew suddenly realized that he was completely nude and that his hands were stuck together by handcuffs which were tied to the ceiling by a chain, and he was hanging by them. He tried to kick his feet, but they too, were bound together by a pair of cold metal cuffs, and chained to the floor.
"Ah...good....you're awake..." a sinister voice said from behind. Matthew tried to see who was behind but his head wouldn't turn enough for him to see his captor, who was now breathing down his neck. The mysterious figure, wrapped its hands around Matthew, their hands meeting on Matthew's crotch. The figure gave Matthew a disturbing hug for a moment and then released his grip.
The figure walked in front of Matthew, but outside of the light, so he was still hidden. "I've been waiting a long time for this..." Matthew's captor calmly whispered. Matthew's eyes bulged and he felt an overwhelming amount of fear fill his body as he saw his captors member, sticking out into the light. His captor then stepped into the light, revealing himself. "...And I'm going to enjoy it." It was the dragon Matthew saw at school. There was no doubt.