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Matt was whimpering, afraid of being left alone by his master, unable to imagine being okay with it, he didn't know where he was and he didn't feel okay with that at all, his skin tingling from the ropes and he was naked and so were the others, but then his master was petting him, gently touching his hair, and it reminded him slowly that things were different and better, his hair was long and smooth and soft and clean and gently oiled at night to not be all dry, and life was different now. He took deep deep breaths as Master kissed and gently pet him, let him nuzzle his hands and lick his fingers, and reached down and squeeze his belly gently, in rhythm. And Matt kept the rhythm up obediently as Master stepped away and got a bottle that smelled good, like chocolate, and he smiled at it as Master said he was so good and so lovely and strong for calming down and staying calm, and he breathed in deep and nuzzled at Master's nice soft thighs, careful not to get too close to anything else.