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"I've been your roommate for almost a year," Hank said. "I know you're gay, and that doesn't bother me. Even this doesn't bother me. Okay, put your hands behind your back."

Adam grinned and hastened to comply. It was the birthday of his lover Buck, and Adam had asked Hank to leave him tied up and helpless on the floor so Buck could find him that way when he arrived that evening.

"I don't know much about tying folks up," admitted Hank.

Adam laughed because Hank seemed to be doing fine. His hands were soon securely bound securely, but not too tightly. He had deliberately picked out large diameter rope because he though it would be safer.

"Not AROUND my neck," Adam complained.

"Okay, we'll just loop it around the back," said Hank, and then he joined the rope he just placed to the other ropes around Adam's chest and upper arms.

"Needs something," said Hank.

"Tie up my legs?"

"Nope. You should be gagged. Where's the duct tape?"

Adam's eyes widened. "If you gag me I won't be able to make suggestions."

"That's the idea," said Hank. "Nobody likes a NOISY helpless guest. Come on."

Adam thought that this was premature, but he leaned back on the couch and presented his face to his roommate. As the tape met flesh, Adam wondered about the few wispy mustache hairs that he had worked on for so long. It might HURT when the tape was eventually removed.

"Much better," said Hank. "Now let's get those legs."

"MMPHLE," said Adam, as Hank reached for the rope and, using his knees, pushed Adam's legs together.

Hank felt a tingle and movement in his jeans, and he was bemused. He was a hundred-percent sure that he wasn't gay, but tying up old Adam seemed to be having a definite effect on him. He quickly looped ropes above and below Adams knees, and then around his ankles.

Comfy?" asked Hank.

"MMPH," said Adam, with a nod. To demonstrate it, Adam stretched out on his belly.

"Hmm," said Hank. As he circled Adam, he looked critically at his handiwork. "You know," he said, you're not completely helpless. You can still HOP. We need to do something about that."

"MMNPH!" said Adam, who thought that he was well-prepared for Buck. He even imagined that he must look pretty sexy right then.

Adam groaned into the gag as Hank tied his wrists to his ankles. Okay, he thought, this is getting a lot more REAL, but it's still not BAD.

Hank considered, and then he reached deep in the bag. The only rope left was pink, but it would have to do. Hank pushed Adam onto his back and found the center of the rope. Then he looped the center around the back of Adam's neck and used his knees to push Adam's bound legs toward his chest. By this time, Hank had an uncomfortable full erection, due to warm contact only, he was certain, and he knew that he'd have to do something about it.

"RUMPH," said Adam into the gag as Hank pushed him sideways. Hank liked what he saw, so he rolled Adam onto his other side. Then he returned Adam to a knees up, back down position.

"Well," he said, "you're looking pretty helpless to me. Bro, I gotta get ready for my own date, so while you stay there all trussed up like a turkey, I'm going to take a shower. Hank was sure that Adam's plight was not a factor, but he intended to masturbate right away.

Adam heard the sound of the shower running. He had no idea why Hank, who wasn't exactly a model of personal hygiene, suddenly needed to take a shower. He had already had one that day.

"URRGH," Adam groaned, delighted, into his gag as he flexed against the ropes. It felt so good that he tried it again. He thought about the way time always seemed to pass so slowly when he was helpless and unable to do anything about events passing by all around him. He was not sure that even Buck knew what a turn-on it was for him to be helpless and have somebody else responsible for his well being . . . or lack of it!

Several minutes later Adam saw Hank exit the shower with a towel loosely draped around his middle. Adam sighed. Hank was a hunk.

Adam again flexed against the ropes. I could free myself, he thought, given enough time. He rolled from side to side, feeling the hardness of the floor pressed against his wrists and hands, the snugness of the ropes around his chest and upper arms, and the gentle but ever present pull of the rope behind his neck.

Hank reappeared a few minutes later. He had changed into denim shorts, a print tee-shirt, and was wearing sandals. He grinned at Adam. "You look pretty good down there like that. I just might decide that I like having you this way."

"YETH," Adam agreed, wondering if his roommate was serious. Sex with Buck and homemade bondage on demand with Hank? Yes, it could work . . .

"Well, I'm not so keen on leaving you here unsupervised like this. You sure you're going to be okay until Buck gets here?

Adam nodded his head vigorously.

"Okay, it's your choice. See you, roomie." With that, Hank picked up his wallet and cell phone and crammed them into his pants pockets. With a last grin at this roommate, Hank left for his date.

Adam immediately relaxed into his ropes, or relaxed as much as his bound position would allow. The apartment was quiet, with the only sounds being the soft whir of the air conditioner and the tick of the clock on the fake mantelpiece. Now we wait, Adam thought. He sighed through his nose, and then he waited for his fantasies to catch up to reality.

Then the phone rang. Adam raised his eyebrows as he looked toward the phone. After five rings, the answering machine picked up.

"Hey, Adam, this is Buck. Change of plans. My mom and dad are going to grill some steaks, and they said you were welcome to come, too. Can you meet me in the plaza in fifteen minutes? Um, call me on the cell if you can't. See ya there! Thanks!"

The End

Date of Production: 06/24/2006