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Winced as the door slammed behind me. Damn. Now Paige was going to ask questions. It wasn’t like we were dating or anything, we were just living together, no sex involved at all. But when you live with someone, especially a friend, uncomfortable questions just happen to pop up about late night excursions. I knew that tonight wouldn’t be any different. So I pulled the neck of my turtleneck up higher, hoping that he wouldn’t notice that anything was amiss.“So, who was the lucky person tonight?” he asked from the living room. I sighed and walked into the room. He stared at me silently, and I felt the sweat begin to bubble up. Why the hell was I nervous about this? It wasn’t as if I hadn’t done it before, well, not this, but I mean coming home ‘late’.
“Uh, I just got some drinks with Bobby.” My fingers were drawn to my neck, I really had to stop doing that or he would catch on. Met his inquiring look with an anxious smile. “That was it.”
He shrugged. “Great. I’m glad you had fun.” Exhaled. I really didn’t feel like explaining right now. Especially since I wasn’t really sure what had happened myself. I started to leave the room when he stood up and walked next to me. “Did something happen to your neck? Bobby give you a hicky?” he teased. FUCK. I bit my lip. I was not going to say anything.
I tried to push him away as he pulled down my collar, but it was to no avail. “Why the fuck do you have a leather choker on?!” I covered up the metal with my hand and sat down on the couch.
“Look, it’s a long story, ok?”
“It’s got a lock on it and everything...are those Bobby’s initials?” he kept on.
I put my head in my hands. Now he would want the whole story. And, being the wonderful friend I was, I had to tell him. “Are you sure you want to hear about this?”
He rolled his eyes. “Well, it would be nice to know.”
“Fine. Just don’t say anything until I’m finished, okay?”
“It’s that bad?”
Holy shit, it was even worse, but what the fuck was I supposed to say? “No, I just don’t want to hear you adding your two cents every five seconds.”
“Okay. You can start telling it anytime now.”
Deep breath, then I started:
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I admit that this encounter, like so many, started because of alcohol. Rather atypically, however, I hadn’t actually had that much to drink. And, well, Bobby had. Enough that he had decided that the rest of the world couldn’t see anything that he was doing. Ryan and Amir had claimed the other side of the booth before I could find some way to pawn him off on one of them, so now I was stuck with him.
At the moment he was just giggling hysterically, but a few seconds before he had tried to pull down Amir’s pants and go to it right in the middle of the dance floor. It was only with some help from Ryan that I was able to guide him to the booth and sit down next to him so he couldn’t get out.
I’d never seen him so hyper. He kept on bouncing up and down in place and looking as if he might start to try and grope the whole dance-floor. “You know, someone better take him home.” I said as he started to clutch my arm and tried to unbutton my shirt.
Ryan exchanged a look with Amir, who was still trying to button up his pants. Amir looked up and smiled evilly. “You suggested it, you do it.” I don’t think I’ve ever hated him more.
I restrained a bitch fit, even though I knew that they’d pawn him off on me anyway. They always did. After his marriage had broken up for no reason that he’d seen fit to share with us, he’d drowned his reservations in alcohol, and, at least tonight, probably other drugs. I turned to him and he smiled vacantly and then I was flat on my back on the floor and he was mauling my mouth.
“Good luck.” Ryan said, sniggering as he pulled Amir up and they headed for the bathroom. I would have snapped a retort, but Bobby’s tongue was lodged in my throat.
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The taxi ride home was fun, Bobby decided that making the taxi driver as uncomfortable as possible was his mission in life. So I found myself on my back in the backseat while he tried to get in my pants and pull my shirt off. The taxi driver gave little frightened looks towards the back every once in a while, probably assuming we were lovers who’d just gotten back from a long separation.
It wasn’t that hard to keep him from taking things too far, but it was getting harder and harder to deny that all of his fucking around was turning me on beyond belief. It was only by trying to think of other things, such as the fact that he probably wouldn’t want to do this if he was sober, that kept me from giving in and letting him fuck me. As it was, he was fucking my mouth with his slippery tongue, caressing every bump and imperfection with warmth. Moaned in spite of myself, even though at the same time I was pushing him away.
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Managed to get the key in the lock and unlock the door while he started humping my leg and drooling in my ear. “Fuck Bobby, just leave me alone...” I whined, trying to push him against the wall and away from me. Apparently English wasn’t his first language when he was drunk. He pulled my shirt out of my pants and started to try and slip his hand over my crotch. I restrained myself from kneeing him in the groin. That wasn’t something that I wanted to do right now. Paige and I had messed around, but that was just sucking each other off. This felt like he wanted to fuck me, and I really didn’t want to lose my virginity in a haze of drug blinded lust.
“Fuck...” he hissed, taking one of my hands and putting it over his nipple. “Please...?”
The lock finally clicked open and I pushed it open hurriedly. I just really wanted him off of me so I could go back home and go to bed and forget this ever happened. Next time Bobby, Ryan, and Amir wanted to go out, they could go themselves.
I tried to find the bedroom, which was hard since he had decided that hanging all over me was the best thing to do. Felt his erection digging into my leg. Settled for the bathroom. He slid into the bathtub relatively easily, I guessed he was coming down off of his high. Watched as he curled into the porcelain and drooled his way to sleep.
His bedroom was pretty dark with these industrial strength shade things. Fumbled for a light switch but gave up and just collapsed on the bed. I didn’t want to deal with anymore drunk friends for a long time. Too fucking tired...
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“Jay...” mocking voice somewhere at the edge of the bed. I twitched a bit, still half in sleep. Felt something gently touching my arm, pulled away a bit and whined, just wanted to fucking sleep. Something flopping me over, lips at my throat, insistent weight on top of me and we started to make out. Didn’t really remember where I was. Moaned as a hand trailed over my cock. Then realized that I was at Bobby’s and...fuck. Tried to pull away but he was insistent.
“You’re drunk.” panted against his neck. “Get off me.”
“Not drunk...” He was busy licking at my neck, straddling me. I tried to move away, but realized that I couldn’t. And maybe that wasn’t so bad. Buttons snapped off as he pulled off my shirt. Then he was massaging my nipples and licking all over my chest and it was all I could do not to scream in ecstasy as I desperately bucked against him. “Wanted to get you like this for so long...” he whispered.
That just turned me on more...I hadn’t noticed that all thoughts of protesting had just left. Wanted him to fuck me. Now. Moaned his name and tried to surround him with my legs. “Please Bobby...”
“Not yet.” He moved away. He fucking moved away! I was about to just stick my hand down in my boxers and finish myself off, but before I could do that he had my wrist in a death grip and was flopping me over onto my stomach. “Hold still.”
“What the fuck are you doing?” Pushed up against him, trying to get some contact. He grabbed my other arm and before I knew it I was handcuffed. Almost started screaming, I thought that I could see him turning into a police officer, oh shit, I couldn’t let this get out. Struggled and he slapped me.
“Behave.” he said simply, working on getting my pants off. I laid with my face shoved against the covers and tried to calm down. I wanted to scream my head off so badly, but I just whimpered. Was he going to kill me? This was so... He was kissing me again, running his hands all over me. I couldn’t stop him. Then he was pushing my mouth open, I let him, hoping that maybe he’d kiss me deeper or something, but I jerked back in horror as I realized he was going for a ball gag. He held my head in place and put it in forcefully, snapping it closed behind my head. I snarled into the rubber and almost started crying, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t...this was too much.
Soft kisses at my throat, gentle touches on my chest, whispered reassurances that it was going to be okay. A dim light went on and I could see his face, he didn’t look like he’d hurt me. All I could see was lust in his eyes. But it was hard to believe that when I was in a definite bitch-like position and he could still be incredibly drunk. “I’m not going to hurt you.” he whispered, licking at my ear. Slammed my eyes closed and shook my head. “It’s okay Jay...really, it’s going to be okay. You’ll like this, I swear.” His hand was wandering down my chest, sliding down into the waistband of my boxers. My feet! Why hadn’t I realized that they weren’t restrained? But it didn’t matter because he was on top of me again and I felt his hard-on rubbing against mine, and I just wanted to fucking come...then I could worry about this. He slipped down me, licking a trail down to my bellybutton and... Tried to thrust against his mouth, but he wouldn’t let me. Twisted my head on the bed, fuck, would this just end so we could be uncomfortable around each other and pretend this never happened?
Wet and warmth as he surrounded my nipple with his mouth. I moaned, though it only came out as a sort of dull humming behind the ball gag. Then FUCK...he was biting on it, hard, I almost imagined that it was bleeding, his canines almost fucking piercing it. Struggled to get the fuck away from him, but he was much stronger than I was and all I wound up doing was making it hurt more. Any attempts to try and get him to stop only were drowned out by the insistent rubber in my mouth. He stopped then, and contented himself with licking around my chest. That was okay, he could do that as much as he wanted. I started to let my guard down again.
His tongue was tracing along the waistband of my boxers, fucking with my mind, he should either go down or stop. No, he was content to just lick along my bellybutton. Well, maybe it didn’t matter that he wouldn’t put his lips to better use, I could still come...maybe. Opened my legs further and tried to push up so that his face went lower. He giggled, which I didn’t think had any place in this kind of situation, and started to pull them down. That was okay... My cock jumped out and he acted like it was such a surprise that it was hard and dripping precum already. “So you’re getting into it then...” he said, hovering above my face and all but ignoring my cock. I growled at him, suck me suck me suck me... Angelic little smile and his tongue was on the head of my cock and I was trying so fucking hard to get more of that, but his hands were holding me on the bed and oh shit... His tongue slithered over my shaft, my eyes slid closed, if I could just come I thought I would be able to get completely into this and go along with anything he wanted me to do. Arched my back in complete desperation as he took me in fully and sucked once...it was heaven in a warm dark place...but he pulled up and away. Glared at him in my desperation for more contact, blushed as he started laughing.
“Be patient.” He went to the dresser and started digging around in it. My anticipation started to subside as I heard the jangle of metal. Tried to push myself off of the bed but then he was back on top of me, grinning like a fiend. “Ever seen these?” he asked, holding up two little triangle clip type things. I bit down hard on the ball gag, oh shit, he was gonna start sticking them on my dick and I twitched as I thought about how THAT would feel. My apprehension must have shown because he nuzzled my stomach and purred. “I’m not going to hurt you. I thought I told you that.” His hand went over my left nipple and I started hyperventilating. “Jay, shhh..it’s okay.” I closed my eyes, I didn’t want to see this.
FUCK. Pain, shit shit shit...I was crying, oh fuck, just get it off me. I couldn’t breathe, snot was filling my nose, please Bobby, just take it off and suck me or something... But no, he was doing the other one now, it was just as tight, just as painful. I just wanted to scream, to kick him or something, but he was sitting on my legs and cooing calming words in my ear, and fuck it fucking hurt. Choked back huge sobs because I was so sure that he didn’t notice that I could barely breathe. “You’re such a good boy.” he whispered, kissing my chest and idly stroking my cock. “It’ll get better, I promise.” His tongue ran over them and it was like fire. Struggled against the cuffs, maybe they could be broken and I could get these stupid things off of me and go back home and let Paige kiss it all better and have nice vanilla sex and... Bobby’s face above mine, like he really wanted me to enjoy this, like this was some secret that he wanted to share. And maybe if I’d been in his position this would be okay. As it was, it felt like losing so much control that I wasn’t sure how much longer I could pretend to go along with it. Heard something ripping and then there was duct tape over my nipples and the clips...I didn’t want to think about how much it’d hurt to peel it back later. The pain was dulling as the endorphins whirred, but it still ached like fuck.
He flipped me over gently, I felt his hands avoiding my nipples, nice of him to care. Then the metal releasing around one of my wrists. I purred, maybe he was going to reconsider? Maybe I’d behaved enough that we could just have normal sex or just suck each other off. Sucking each other off was sounding better and better with each passing moment. So aroused it fucking hurt, and him just sort of hovering wasn’t making it any better. No, he put the chain around one of the bedposts and then reattached the cuff to my wrist. Now I was on all fours staring at the bedposts and wondering what the fuck he was going to do now.
Got my answer in the form of him moving my legs apart and then a finger pushing inside of me. “Nnn...” Shit, it hurt...tried to breathe and relax, I knew it could get better...or at least I’d read about how it could get better, but right now it didn’t seem like that false hope was helping. Then he eased in another finger and I almost came right then. Something dancing across my prostate, that was nice, tried to hump the bed, the pain had started to subside all over, now it was only waves of nice pleasure, building up and threatening to explode. I tried my hardest to tell him to fuck me, but it only came out as a bunch of gibberish.
And suddenly it was all gone. “I forgot something.” he panted, jumping off the bed and leaving me. For a second I thought he was running off to get Ryan or Amir so they could all laugh at me, but I heard more digging in the drawer and huddled down. Shit, maybe he HAD decided the place for those clips was on my dick...
Leather around my neck, cold chill of a metal ring touching my chest for a brief second. I inhaled raggedly through my nostrils. What the fuck was this? Another click, a chain attached, firm tug. Then the world became dark as he tied something around my eyes. Fuck Bobby and his kink... Colors started to swirl into the darkness as he pulled on the leash harder. What the hell did he want? It wasn’t like I could suck him off. Finally started whimpering...that was the ticket. He gave the leash a little slack and I inhaled deeply...still saw little dots of desperation as my brain struggled to make sense of everything.
“This is your first time, isn’t it?” he asked, licking at my shoulder blades. I nodded...don’t tell me he’d take that as an excuse to be even harder about it. “I’ll try to be nice then.” His hand encircled my cock and stroked it a few times before he hopped off the bed. I restrained myself from putting my head in the pillows and crying out in frustration. Some part of me knew that that would only result in him being even more bitchy about it. Maybe it turned him on to have someone submissive and spread for him. It certainly wasn’t doing all that much for me yet...but perhaps that would change.
Two fingers again, fingers covered in lube and swirling towards my prostate. Could’ve come then if I didn’t know that it would could should get better. Settled for moaning and pushing against him. He was panting hard, starting to enter the edge of lost control. I was surprised he hadn’t lost it earlier. Surprised and secretly glad...I figured that him losing control would have only hurt more. Another finger eased its way in, making slow progress, but when it hit I arched my back and in the process the clips on my nipples started to tug and pain just shot across my chest. He continued to caress, I was wishing fervently that I could bite my lips, it was so fucking good... Then he started to pull out, I complained loudly. “I’ll do something you’ll like better.” he gasped out.
Something that definitely wasn’t a finger was trailing along the outside of my entrance. I tried to impale myself on it, but Bobby tshked when I did that and kept himself completely out of reach. Finally I gave up and almost just collapsed on the bed. That’s when he tugged on the leash and snapped my head back a bit, hands grabbed my hips and held me in place. My hands scrabbled for something to grab onto as he shoved in and fuck it hurt... He was bending over my back and fucking around with my nipples at the same time, my whole body felt like it was on fire and it wouldn’t stop. Shoved my face into the pillow to try and drown all this out. But he hit my prostate on the third thrust and I started to feel the build-up again. Even though I was smothering myself and him jerking on my leash spasmodically wasn’t helping, this was getting better. Felt his hands on my chest again, ripping at the tape, oh please tell me that he’s going to take these fucking things off.
Rip of tape, then he was unclipping them and the relief almost pushed me over the edge. Could barely breathe... Bobby nipped at the back of my neck and I felt his fingers gently start to stroke my cock. Now I was moaning and my breath started to hitch, I desperately screamed his name, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to understand it. Came all over the sheets. He was pushing me down into it with his thrusts and it started to cover my chest with a warmth that soon only turned clammy and sticky.
He bit hard onto my shoulder and came, filling me. Finally he let go of the leash and let me slump to the bed. Felt him pull out and lie down next to me.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked, nuzzling his head against my shoulder. I shook my head. “Let’s get you out of this stuff, okay?” My wrists fell to the bed and the ball-gag soon followed, I sucked in huge gasps of air, finally feeling my lungs fill. I took off the blindfold and rolled over onto my back, meeting his eyes. He looked really guilty.
My hand idly ran over my nipples, which were still inflamed and sore. I figured they’d stay like that for a while, making wearing a shirt not something I really wanted to do just yet.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked, touching my arm softly.
I looked at him, he’d always looked so innocent, I should have known it was only a front. “No, I’m not mad...that just...came out of nowhere you know?” Swallowed hard. “Kind of freaky too.” I was way too tired to think of more to say.
“I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have. It’s just, I woke up and you were there, it’s almost like it was supposed to happen.”
“And if it had been Ryan or Amir...you would’ve done them like that too?”
“No, I don’t think so actually.”
“Why not?”
He laid his head on my shoulder and put an arm around me almost protectively. “I like you...not them. Always have I guess.” I sighed and closed my eyes.
“That’s a little trite, isn’t it? Telling someone you love them right after you fuck them.” But I didn’t shake him off.
He sat up. “Whether or not you believe it, it’s true.” He smiled ferally. “Anyway, you liked it.” I frowned. His tongue darted out and slid along my cheek. “We can do it again sometime, if you want.”
Narrowed my eyes. “Maybe. I have to think about it first.” I picked up my clothes from the floor and started to get dressed.
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“And that’s it?” Paige asked. I met his eyes, he had his horny expression on. Oh shit.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Clutched my arms. “I don’t really know what to do.”
“Well, if it was good, why don’t you just go back? It’s not like opportunities like that just come up all the time!” he exclaimed. I pretended not to notice that he had a really obvious hard-on.
“Like I said, I’ll have to think about it.”