Eric was sprawled out on the couch, watching some mindless show on TV and debating in his mind whether or not it was time for his first beer of the weekend. It was a cold and rainy Friday afternoon in the middle of November and Eric was wearing sweatpants, thick white socks and black woolen turtleneck sweater. Shellie, his girlfriend, had left a little over an hour ago to visit her parents for the weekend.
Eric, Shellie, and Stephen shared the rent on a modest two-bedroom house about two miles away from the university where all three were graduate students. Eric and Shellie had been together for almost two years now. Stephen, an openly gay man, was a long-time friend of Shellie's from high school. She had known back then about his sexual orientation but he hadn't come out openly until he got to the university.
"Ah, what the hell, why not?" Eric had just said aloud to himself, answering his question about getting a beer, when the front door opened and Stephen walked in.
Stephen, a tall, around six-three, thin man with mildly curly dark hair, bright brown eyes, and a remarkably boyish face, was wearing a white woolen fisherman's sweater and his favorite blue denim overalls. He slipped off his shoes, saw Eric, and smiled as he said, "Shellie left for home already?"
Eric, also thin but a couple of inches shorter than Stephen, said, "Yeh, not that long ago. What's up, Stephen? Going out tonight?"
Stephen smile grew even wider as he replied, "I've got a hot date and to make things even better, I bought a nice new toy downtown at that adult store."
Eric smiled at his friend who was, to say the least, enthusiastic and adventuresome when it came to all things sexual. Stephen had once dazzled both Eric and Shellie by his ability to completely transform himself into a remarkably passable woman, complete with fake breasts, a long-haired blond wig that fell almost to his waist, full makeup, earrings, fake nails, two-inch black heels, and a form-fitting long-sleeved black dress. Stephen got more than lucky that night, spending it with a middle-aged businessman in the penthouse suite of the fanciest hotel in town. The businessman had known that Stephen was actually a man but had been so turned on by this knowledge that, at least according to Stephen, he had been more than willing to perform oral sex three times on Stephen during the course of the evening.
"OK," Eric said. "I'm curious now. What is your new toy?"
Stephen reached into his pocket and came out with a pair of handcuffs.
"I couldn't resist," he said, "they were on sale and everything."
"May I see them?" Eric said. He and Shellie had experimented with bondage a few times and he had found that the whole thing was a tremendous turn-on to him. Eric knew that Stephen knew this since Shellie and he confessed just about everything in their lives to one another.
"Better yet," Stephen said, laughing, "Why don't you try them on? I really should make sure they work, you know."
Eric raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, 'Why not?" "Sure," he replied and held out his arms.
Stephen stepped forward and took one of his friend's wrists. To Eric's surprise, he took it with him as he stepped behind the shorter man. He then grabbed the other wrist and quite quickly there was a click-click as the cuffs were snapped shut and Eric was now in a rather helpless position.
"Why behind?" he managed to say, his voice rising a hair.
"Why not, my friend," Stephen said, "It certainly is a more, well, realistic, position, is it not?
Eric noticed that Stephen's hands were still on his sweater-covered shoulders. He was certainly beginning to feel rather submissive and, as had happened when Shellie had tied him, he was also feeling that initial wave of arousal under his sweatpants.
He had never had any kind of a gay or bi experience, not even a grade school 'show me yours and I'll show you mine" session. Stephen certainly was a good-looking guy, Eric thought, and he certainly did look quite pretty that time he had dressed up as a woman, but was he really such a submissive that his cock would harden the moment he became helpless.
"You OK?" Stephen said, in a soft, gentle voice.
"Sure," Eric said.
