Roger

"Today's the day." What does Roger mean by that? I am tied to a bench, gagged, blindfolded and with a large plug up my ass. I think, as I hear him walking away, what an interesting summer it has been....

While attending a Florida college, I shared a two-bedroom apartment with three roommates. Roger, with whom I shared a bedroom, is about my size, more athletic and, I must admit, better looking. The girls seem to swoon over him. We become pretty good friends, running around, playing tennis and such together. I really liked Roger, but I sometimes wondered if it was more than just as a good friend. He was always touchy feely, patting me on the shoulder, patting my butt when we changed sides in tennis. Growing up in a very conservative environment, I tried not to think too much about it, the "it" being that I liked it. At the end of the spring semester, I manage to get my engineering degree, but Roger, due to changing his major, needed another year and his parents insisted that he return to his hometown to finish. I was crestfallen.

About a year later, I get a call from Roger. He tells me he is graduating and is taking a job in the same town I now work in and would I want to share an apartment with him. I immediately said, "I would love nothing better". Love nothing better?

We arrange to meet to look for an apartment. When we meet, he puts his arm around me with his hand on my shoulder and says, "good to see you, bro". It felt better than good to be with Roger again, but did I sense something was different about him...and me?

The apartment Roger and I choose is a two bedroom in a complex with a pool and a tennis court. Since we last roomed together, Roger has acquired a rather massive king size bed. It is real sturdy and was quite a chore to get it in our second-floor apartment. I figure with his looks it will be soon filled with pretty girls. After getting moved in Roger tells me to change to try out the tennis courts. As we go out the door, Roger puts his hand on my butt, squeezes and says, "you know I am going to win bro". Over the next few days, Roger seems to take charge. When we get home from work, we usually change to shorts and go to the courts. As we go in and out, his hand is always squeezing my ass. I begin to look forward to the squeezes and wonder what, if anything, it means.

One Friday, I have a meeting several hours away, so I have lots of time driving, to dwell over the recent events. Roger has changed. I wonder if he is gay. At the pool, the girls love him, but none seem to have made it into his king size bed. He has become very dominant toward me and really seems to like playing with my ass. During the long ride home, I tell myself that I need to think without any preconceptions. I must admit to myself that I like Roger as more than just a buddy and he seems to feel the same way about me. Maybe I am gay. Maybe we both are. I decide to just go with it. I will not bring it up because I may be wrong. I will forget any preconceived notions and just let thing happen or not happen. My new philosophy will be "why not". With that decided, I complete the trip home.

When I get home, we again head to the courts. Afterwards as I am unlocking the door to our apartment, Roger puts his hand inside my shorts and starts messaging my butt. I pause in my door opening and look at him. He smiles and gives my butt a big squeeze. I think, "he is gay".... and I have never had anyone smile at me in that way. What am I going to do? I let us into the apartment. It turned out to be more than the door to the apartment that I had opened.

Roger says" do you want to take a shower together?"

I hesitate only briefly and reply, "why not". He watches as I remove my shoes, socks, shorts, and jock. I am now nude. Roger then begins to strip and soon he is also nude. I notice that he has shaved his pubic hair. My heart is beating fast as Roger's puts his hand on my ass guides us to the bathroom. Roger turns on the water and says get in. I do and he follows. He tells me to wet my hair, which I do, and he is soon putting shampoo in my hair and rubbing it in. After rinsing it, he begins to wash my body. I allow myself to enjoy the feel of his hands on my body. After he is finished, I repeat the favor and for the first time I am taking a good close look and feel of another male's body.

After we are finished and dried off, I rap the towel around my waist, and Roger does the same. However, as we are leaving the bathroom, Roger grabs my towel, pulls it off and says, "I want to look at your sexy ass".

No one had ever called my ass sexy before, I smile... and wiggled it. So, with Roger looking at my "sexy ass", we head to the kitchen to fix dinner. After we wash the dishes, we grab a few beers and head to the living room. We have acquired a couch and matching chair. Roger sits in the middle of the couch patting the seat to his left. I sit where indicated. He puts his left hand on my knee, and he begins to ask me all sorts of things. After a few more beers, his hand is on my mid-thigh. I find myself bearing my soul, including my fascination with bondage. His hand works its way up to the top of my inner thigh as he asks more about my bondage thoughts. I tell him I read the Hardy Boys as a kid and always liked when they got captured and tied up.

He tells me that he and a neighborhood friend use to play cowboys and Indians where the cowboy got captured and tied up. He turns toward me, puts his left arm around me. I feel his right hand on my cock as he continues "I was always the Indian, I would wear a loin cloth that I had made from a towel and a belt. When I captured the cowboy, I would take his shirt off and tie his hands to two sticks I had driven in the ground. I would then remove his pants and underwear before tying his feet to other sticks, so he was in a spread eagle.".

"What did you do then" I asked.

"I would torture him" said Roger squeezing my balls.

"I need to pea" I say, trying to hide the hard-on he was giving me.

When I came out of the bathroom, he is holding some rope. I give up on trying to hide my hardon. Guiding me to his room he turns me around and gently pushes me on to the bed. I meekly allow him to tie my hands and feet to the corners of the bed. He rubs his hand on the inside of my leg and in the process discovers one of my secrets. "Oh, you are ticklish."

He tickles me for several minutes. By this time, I have a raging hardon. He leaves the room and returns with what turns out to be a piece of ice. He runs it down my chest and then on my cock. It is cold but seems to make my hardon even harder. After the ice melts, he gets some lotion and begins to rub it on my cock. By this time, I have lost all inhabitations and soon I am shooting all over my stomach. He takes his finger and scoops up some cum and puts it in his mouth. "Tasty" he says.

I am in a trance as he gets another scoop and brings it up to my mouth, I obediently open and lick it off his finger. He then stands at the foot of the bed and drops the towel revealing that he too has a hardon. Not just any hardon, I knew it was pretty good size from the shower but damn. He then straddles me and begins to stroke it. I watch transfixed and soon he is shooting all over my face and in my open mouth. He scoops his cum off my face and feeds it to me. He gets up and then leaves the room. He returns with a couple more beers and unties me. We lay in his bed drinking our beer, not talking a lot and then he turns off the light, "goodnight, bro".

I lay there thinking "what happened". I turn on my side and Roger puts his arm around me and "spoons" me with his warm naked body. I drift off to sleep thinking "why not".

I awake to Roger stroking my cock. In a pretty short time, I am shooting all over my stomach. Roger again scoops it up but this time feeds all of it to me. He then hands me the lotion and rolls on his back. I am soon stroking his cock. Pretty soon he is shooting all over his stomach. I start to scoop it with my finger, but he says, "Lick it up". I kneel between his legs and with my ass in the air, lick his belly clean.

Getting out of bed and say, "I will try to rustle us up some bacon and eggs."

He says wait a sec, get up and goes to a drawer. He pulls out a red apron, here he says, we don't want anything burned".

In the kitchen, I hear a click, Roger is taking a picture. I notice that he is wearing a loin cloth. After breakfast, I ask about his shaved cock. He says he started doing it a year ago and just likes the look and feel. He says mine needs to be shaved. He takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom. Getting out his ropes, I am for the second time, tied spread eagle to his bed. Of course, this gives me another hard on. He returns with a wet rag, shaving cream and a razor. He says "be still" and proceeds to shave my cock and balls.

After wiping off the excess shaving cream he gets between my spread legs and begins to lick my balls. He looks at me and says, "who wants to suck a hairy cock".

He then gets sort of an evil grin and begins to tickle me. I begin to thrash about, and he returns to sucking my cock. He alternates like that for a while. Finally, he removes the loin cloth and straddles my chest. His cock is rock hard. He puts his hands beside my head and gets on his knees. He then brings the head of his cock to my lips. This is the moment of truth, "why not". I open my mouth and soon I am sucking Roger's thick hard cock.

I find I like having a cock in my mouth. It is not long before he is shooting a load of hot cum in my mouth. I continue to suck and lick his cock until he finally pulls out. "Damn bro, you are pretty good at that". He continues to straddle my chest, occasionally reaching behind to stroke my cock. "Your cock is awful hard bro". Soon he slides back and resumes licking my balls. Finally, he returns to my cock. He begins to suck and soon I am shooting a load in his mouth. He gets up, puts loin cloth back on and leaves the room.

Damn, he looks hot in that loin cloth. After about an hour, he returns and without a word, drops the loin cloth, straddles me and I again get to swallow a load of Rogers' warm cum. He unties me and we head to the tennis court.

From then there is no turning back. Over the next several weeks taking showers together, being tied up and sucking cock becomes normal. He also insists that I be nude while he usually wears the loin cloth. I find I really like being the submissive.

On day on the way to play tennis Roger slaps my butt and says "are you ready for me to whip your ass."

I pause, smile and reply, "I guess but I thought we were going to play tennis".

When we return, (he won, he always does) he orders me to strip as usual but instead of him stripping and us heading for the shower he gets his rope. I watch as he finds the middle of the rope. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back" he commands. He ties my hands behind my back with my wrists pointing in opposite directions. He then has me bend over our chair and brings the end of the rope over my shoulders, back under the chair and then tied to my ankles. The effect is I am bent over the chairs with my hands held away from my butt.

Roger begins to slap my ass. I kind of like it so I wiggle my butt. He gets a belt. Oh, I think, then wham! And then more whams. It really stings. My head is in some sort of subspace when he finally stops. He unties my ankles so I can get off the chair. He then has me kneel before retying my ankles. I am now in sort of a kneeling hogtie. He stands in front of me and pushes my nose into his still on sweaty shorts. "Take them off" he says.

Using just my teeth I eventually manage to get his shorts down. He steps out of them and pushes my head in to his sweaty jock. "Lick". I begin to lick it and again he says, "take it off".

It is a bit tricky to get it over his now hard cock, but I again manage. "Lick". I now begin to lick the area around his hard cock. I lick his balls. I suck his balls. I begin licking the shaft of his cock. Finally, he says, "suck it" and grabs my head and begins to face fuck me.

Soon he is shooting a warm load down my throat. He continues to hold my head thereby keeping his cock in my mouth. "I need to whip you ass more often". I think, yes you do. Eventually he pulls out but does not immediately untie me.

One Saturday, in the shower, while he is behind me, he puts his arms around me, and I begin to feel his hard cock probing my butt cheeks. It feels good. "Soon" he says, "soon but we need to do something else first".

I say "what" and he says you will see tomorrow.

Early Sunday morning, after sucking his cock, he gets up, slaps me on the ass, and says we are taking a road trip. He has me wear the shortest shorts I own. We go to an adult store. It has parking in the back. We seem to be the only ones there. We begin looking around and I start to get a hard on. They have numerous books and clothes. Most of them seem to be gay male oriented. We see some male bikinis. They are very skimpy. One, a purple one, has very narrow sides, would barely cover my cock, and only about half my ass. He says, "you would look cute in that at the pool".

I kind of roll my eyes, smile, shake my ass and say, "you mean I don't already look cute".

Not far away is a black leather jock, I say "you need one of those".

"Yes" he says, then reaching for a G-string "and you need one of these".

We get to the butt plug area. There is a three pack, small medium and large. He says, "We start with the small...". I get one.

We see some hoods. One is made of black fabric and has holes for the eyes, nose, and mouth. Another is leather that has only holes for a nose and laces up the back. It also has a locking collar.

We move on and find an area of the store devoted to bondage. My hard on is now impossible to hide as Roger points at some hand cuffs, "I think I need these for you".

There are also leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling, suspension cuffs I later find out. There is also something that looks like a sawhorse. The guy running the store has been watching us and says "that is a spanking bench, You attach your boy to it, and he is perfectly positioned for whatever you want to do", he says with a sly grin.

We go to pay for the plugs. The guy running the store says to Roger, "I will make you a deal, if you let me take some photos of you wearing the jock and your boy wearing the G-string, I will let you have them". "They sell better if there are photos of sexy guys wearing them" he says. He adds "I will keep your faces out of the photos."

He puts an out to lunch sigh on the door and grabs the hoods we had been looking at. Roger looks at me and says "strip".

Roger puts on the cloth hood and jock while I put on the G-string. The clerk puts the leather hood over me and laces it up. I hear the click of a lock. The clerk then pulls my arms up and attaches them to the cuffs I had seen hanging from the ceiling, apparently it was more than just a display. The guy takes several photos of me and Roger in various poses and then the G-string is removed. I am now nude in a store, tied to the ceiling.... with a massive hardon.

"I think he likes it" says Roger. I am released but then guided to the spanking bench. The collar on the hood is locked to the bench as are my wrists and ankles. Several photos are taken and then I feel the sting of someone's hand on my ass.

"We need some color" says the clerk. "I have been wanting to try this new paddle I just go in".

Wham, Wham. "I like it" says the clerk, "do you want to try it", he asks Roger.

"Sure", then more whams. After some more photos, I am released from the bench, but the hood stays on. He tosses the purple bikini to Roger and says, "put that on him, the purple matches his butt".

Roger puts the bikini on, and the clerk says to Roger, "you are right he does look cute in it, you can keep that too". He takes several more photos of me in it. He eventually removes the hood and puts the G-string around my neck.

Wearing just the bikini we go back to the apartment. Rojer parks as far away from our entrance as he can, so I have a long walk across the parking lot wearing just the bikini. When we get in, Roger lubes up the small plug and gently pushes it in.

As the summer progresses, it is almost like I am under Roger's spell. I become more and more submissive while he becomes more and more dominate. I immediately strip when getting home. The only thing I ever wear is the little red apron when cooking. I am becoming his slave. I do most of the housework. When we go out, I help him dress and he then picks out what I wear. Frequently, he wears jeans while I wear one of my growing wardrobe of brightly colored very short shorts.

One day he tosses me the skimpy purple bikini and says, "let's go to the pool". I am now to the point that if it had been the G-string, I would have worn it. I get some stares and laughs from some girls, but I don't care, Roger likes me in it.

Soon we return to the adult store. Roger had me wear the purple bikini and nothing else. There are photos of us on the wall from our last visit. The friendly clerk allows us to measure the bench. To measure it, of course, I am stripped and tied to it while the clerk and/or Roger works over my ass. I am left tied to the bench as Roger purchases a set leather cuffs, and a collar. The clerk gets some steel hand cuffs. Handing them to Roger he says "put them on him."

Roger unlocks my hands from the bench and cuffs my hands behind my back. The very friendly clerk helps me back into the bikini, giving me a few playful squeezes, and still cuffed, we return home. I again get to make a long walk across the parking lot being led by a leash on the collar, cuffed and wearing just the bikini. I love it.

A trip to the lumber store and we soon have our own spanking bench. Although not as fine as the one in the store, it is very effective. We make much use of it and by late in the summer Roger has worked my ass up to the large butt plug. He likes to pull it out and push it in. I have gotten to really like it.

Today's the day.

Wham! A sharp slap to my ass brings me back to reality. "I thought we needed some pictures" as I hear Roger setting up his tripod and snapping his camera.

I brace myself for the first wham but instead, I feel Roger pulling the plug out. But instead of pushing it back in, I feel something else. It is his cock. I also hear a click. He slowly pushes it all the way in and then pauses. More clicks. He begins a slow in and out motion. Blindfolded, bound, and gagged, there is nothing I can do to stop him. I don't want to. He soon picks up the pace, more clicks, and before too long I feel him as he shoots what is probably a big load up my ass. After he finishes, he keeps his cock in my ass for a while and then finally pulls out.

With a "that was good" he gives me a hard slap on my ass and reinserts the plug. He then walks to the front of the bench, removes the gag, and says, "clean it bitch".

More clicks as I do what he tells me. He then puts the gag back in and he leaves the room.

As I lay there, I think. Weird, I am bound, gagged, blindfolded, plugged and have just been photographed being fucked up the ass. I am, however, content. In the course of the summer, I have found myself. I am Roger's bitch. Pulling against the cuffs I enjoy the feeling of helplessness. I wonder how long it has been and when is he returning. I hear footsteps, my cock begins to harden.