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"God, you're so BORED?" said Caleb, increduously. "There's lots of things you could be doing. Like the dirty clothes, or the dirty dishes in the sink, or even studying. Don't you have that statisfics final Tuesday?"

"I've studied until I can't stand it anymore," said Petey. "It's Friday night - the chores can wait." Pete sighed dramatically.

Caleb slipped onto the couch. "You know what I said I'd do the next time I caught you bitchin' and moanin' about being bored?"

"Give me something to REALLY bitch and moan about?"

"Right. But first I have to take you down and put you in your place."

"Take me down how?" Petey said suspiciously, but finally showing some interest.

"Wrasslin'!" Caleb declared, springing to his feet.

Petey jumped up a moment later, and the two young men, all in good play, groped and rolled around on the floor for a couple of minutes. Finally, Petey was pinned with the slender Caleb victorious. Both were breathing heavily from exertion. Caleb rolled Petey over onto his stomach and said, "You'd better stay there just like that," he warned. "Don't move a muscle."

"Or what?" asked Petey, with his cheek against the carpet.

"You'll find out what!"

Caleb watched as Petey padded into his bedroom. When the young man came out a moment later, he was carrying a paper bag.

"Put your hands behind your back," Caleb said, and then he helped when Petey was fractionally slow to comply. The bag was filled with a tangle of ropes, and Caleb dumped it at Petey's side. Then, kneeling beside the boy, Caleb tied Petey's wrists together.

"I don't think I'm going to LIKE this," Petey said.

"I don't think I need to hear any more bitchin' and moanin' from you. You and that silly bandanna. I done told you this ain't Montana. Folks 'round here don't need 'em, but I bet we can find another use for it." Caleb unknotted the bandanna and twirled it several times between his hands. "Open up," he told the boy on the floor.

When Petey objected, Caleb deftly pulled the gag into place. Petey tried complaining through the gag, but Caleb had gone for Petey's ankles.

What is this? Petey wondered, even as he lay there without further struggle. He and Caleb had been friends since finding each other in the classifieds last year, and they had soon found out that they were both uninhibited and comfortable in their physical forms of play, which had no sexual component. Both boths were straight, but they were also very competitive in many ways. Was he seeing a new side of Caleb, Petey wondered, or was this just more of the GAMES that the slender fellow liked to invent?

Satisfied, Caleb returned to the couch. "Okay," he said, "see if you can get loose."

Petey gave it a mighty effort. He twisted and turned and rolled on the floor. He stuck his legs up in the air and tried pressing his feet on the furniture, lifting himself so that just his shoulders were on the carpet. He struggled for several minutes, and then stopped to catch his breath.

Caleb watched with some amusement, and then he walked over to Petey and stood the boy up. He opened the living room closet while Petey watched. "Maybe you won't find it so boring in the closet," he said. "Hop right over here."

Petey thought that this was getting wierder by the second, and that he should really complain. He was still thinking this as he hopped over and entered the closet. It took a few more hops just to turn around. He looked at Caleb and his eyes were wide above his gag.

Caleb reached for Petey's shirt, and he soon had it unbuttoned and hanging at the boy's sides.

Warning bells were going off in Petey's mind as Caleb unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to Petey's ankles. This was looking more and more like it was turning into something sexual. Petey's fears were further heightened when Caleb tugged his boxers down to his ankles. He eyed Caleb for several long seconds, trying to garner what the fellow intended. If it were about to become sexual, Petey thought, he'd have to decide something quickly.

He was not to find out, at least not this time. Petey glared angrily at Caleb as the slender man pushed him down into a seated position. Petey had the impression that Caleb had somehow whimped out on him.

"I'm gonna let you stay in there," said Caleb, "so you learn something about being BORED." Then he padded over to the chair and sat down, slightly outside of Petey's line of sight.

Petey looked down at his knees, his cock, and his belly. He had a tremendous feeling that he and Caleb had approached a line, but perhaps not crossed it. He thought about the way he and Caleb had always been physical with each other and always touching. He thought that he had always enjoyed Caleb's touch, and in this . . . new thing, he could find no real source of objection. Maybe, when this was over and himself untied, he should bring this up with Caleb.

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Caleb quickly shed his jeans and took himself in hand. At the same time that Petey was coming to a decision about exploring the sexual aspect of their relationship, Caleb was nearing orgasm. It came quickly, because Caleb had so impressed himself by getting his handsome roommate in such a helpless and submissive position so easily. He had fulfilled a long term ambition formed when he first saw Petey. Just the tip of the iceberg, Caleb thought as his cum splashed upward again and again. There's a whole more to this than what's on the surface. Petey don't know this yet, but he is gonna be my BOY. His white ass is MINE.