I woke up with a blind fold mask covering my eyes, I couldn't see a thing. I sensed I was straddling a padded bench. Completely naked, laying on my stomach, as I tried to get up, I felt my ankles secured to the back legs of the bench and my wrists secured to the front legs. My neck hung over the front end of the bench and my waist line hung over the back end. The way my ankles were tied to the legs of the bench, both pushed extremely forward, so my knees were touching the sides of my chest, it made my butt protrude out prominently. The bench padding was very wide, forcing me to spread my knees obscenely. I felt my ass was completely wide open, both exposed and vulnerable, as I knew right away I was completely naked. I struggled to get my hands free, but it was futile, I was trapped.
The last thing I remember was that I was asleep in my own bed, having drank too much I was in a deep sleep when I was accosted. I woke up to two strong guys grabbing me and holding a cloth over my face that was both sweet smelling, but with an ether like odor. I never saw their faces as I think I passed out quickly, I really don't remember. Because of the blindfold, I had no idea if I was still in my own apartment or had been taken somewhere else. I was very disoriented as I tried to clear my head.
The padding was soft and the bench was wide. It was a comfortable position, but that didn't relieve my anxiety of what was going on. The foggy feeling in my head was slowly disappearing as I began to gather my senses. I thought I heard voices whispering. I tugged at my restraints, but I was strapped down tightly. Not knowing who did this to me or even where I was, I hollered for help. After a few screams for help, I sensed at least two people in the room coming over to me.
"Shhhhh, hush up little buddy, quiet down. You're awake now and we got some activities planned for you if you want." a strange male voice said.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? Please let me go." I begged.
"No, I don't think so. I think you want to be restrained. Tell the truth, you do don't you?" another voice replied almost playfully, "We're gonna have a little bit of fun with you first."
A little about myself, I'm 5' 9"s tall, just turned 20 last week. I'm pretty slim, about 140 lbs. Sad to admit at my age, but I'm still a virgin. I'm not ugly, but not that handsome chiseled jaw, muscular, fit body type guy. I'm not athletic at all, but not really soft, it's just that I have no muscle definition to speak of. I'm a kind of a loner also, no real friends to speak of really. I mean, I knew lots of students in school, but never became friends with them or hung out with them. Girls didn't seem interested in me, or me in them honestly. I knew at an early age that I was attracted to men. Not that I had done anything about it yet, I mostly just fantasized about being with men sexually, especially having me in a submissive role to them. Pretty much an introvert, I usually just went home after work and played video games or watched streaming gay sex on on my phone and masturbated.
I had just started working for my uncle a few months ago. I'm the night manager in my Uncle John's adult video store. Working there has been a real eye opener for me. It didn't know such places existed. It's mostly a male clientele, single guys that rent porn CD's, buy sex toys like dildos and male masturbating sleeves. Occasionally a woman or a couple would come into the store, but the overwhelming majority of the clientele are men. It's a pretty boring job, mostly just making change for the video booths in the back. A lot of the customers go in the back and watch the porn movies in separate little rooms with locking doors. Back there is where it gets pretty crazy I think.
The most disgusting thing about my job is cleaning the video booths at the end of my shift. They are so gross! I'm not naive, I know that the men have anonymous sex through the waist high glory holes in the walls. I'm not an idiot, I knew what went on back there, nobody had to explain it to me. While I never actually saw anything happen, all the telltale signs were obvious. You would not believe what I find in those booths when I clean up. Used filled condoms, women's underwear when I know no woman had entered that day, bottles of lubricant, bottles of poppers, cum crusty tissue all over the place. It is sooooooo gross back there.
I secretly wanted to go back there one day and see first hand what was really going on, maybe actually finally explore my sexuality. I never did cause I was afraid it might get back to Uncle John to know my true persuasion was men. When I did have to do the daily cleaning of the booths at the end of my shift, I did it as fast as I could. I wanted to get back up front to the register to leave my relief employee in charge so I could go home before the sun came up too bright to sleep. Still, I was really curios and fantasized about hooking up with a man back there one day maybe.
It doesn't pay a lot, but I don't really even need to work as my recently deceased parents, both killed in a car crash last year, left me a large inheritance that will take care of me for life. Uncle John has really helped me out through the transition of losing my parents. After their funeral, he helped me move to an apartment, set me up with a financial advisor and encouraged me to get out of the house and do something. He takes me out to dinner once or twice a week and calls me regularly to check in on me. I'm lucky I have him. Uncle John was my father's younger brother and had really stepped up to be the father figure in my life. We became so close I even gave him a spare key to my apartment.
Uncle John was considered a little unsavory by my mother, but I thought he was really a pretty cool guy. She seemed to tolerate him when the family got together, mostly because my dad defended him, but Uncle John was a source of irritation to her. He was always into one thing or another that was a little shady. The adult video arcade was a source of embarrassment to my mom, along with the strip club he owned. I think he made very good money and I appreciated his friendship now that I was without my parents.
He took me out to dinner for my birthday last Sunday night, and afterwards, even snuck me into his strip club to watch the strippers, a first for me. I wasn't old enough to get in legally, but he owned the place, so that wasn't an issue. He got me drunk for the first time in my life that night, so yea, I thought he was a cool uncle. Having the waitress's bring me one drink after another that night, I quickly got plastered and ended up throwing up when I got home.
