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 "I'm sorry!"

"We weren't doing anything!"

John wouldn't listen to me. He just pulled my mouth open and shoved his biggest plug gag deep into my mouth.

"MmmeaseMmohn!" I begged him.

But he ignored the tears on my cheeks, pulled my head down roughly onto his shoulder, and then he buckled the straps really tight behind my neck. It hurt me, but not as much as when he pushed me away from him and I fell back onto our guest bed. He was so angry that he didn't even want me to touch him now.

 "Drew, I have had it with you!" he screamed at me, and then he went out and slammed the door shut with a really loud bang. I wanted to cry. This wasn't like the times when I'd forgotten to put out the garbage, or all of the times he had yelled at me for leaving my dirty clothes all over our bedroom floor. No, this was different, and John was really different.

And foolish me, I never saw it coming. When I came home I had kissed him as usual and I guess I got a little excited when he pushed me toward the guest room. John didn't go in for sex anywhere outside of our bedroom so I thought that maybe this was going to be kind of fun to do. And I think I kind of giggled a little when he told me to take my clothes off. I loved it when he was a little bossy. And I didn't even guess that something was wrong when he started to tie me up. He had tied me up lots of times before, usually when he was trying to be nice and give me a reward me for something good that I had done for him.

But then he started pulling the ropes really tight like he had never done before, and then I saw the angry vein pulsing at his temple, and the way he was pressing his lips so tight together, and I knew that something was terribly wrong.

 "Who was that boy?" he asked me through his tight lips.

Oh no! That boy was David. David, the boy who wouldn't even look at me when we were in school together. David, the boy who always had two cheerleaders on his arms so that no one would ever guess the truth about him. David, the boy who had finally come out to himself and rushed over to tell me all about it when I was coming home through the park.

 I swear I only gave him one kiss. And it didn't mean a thing to me. I was just trying to be friendly and supportive and all of those things that you're supposed to be. But John must have seen that kiss, and now he was like, like I had never seen him before.

"I don't want to hear about it, Drew!" He was screaming at me through the door. "You're going to be in that room all night! You think you can run around on me and make me out to be the fool?"

How could I make him understand? Didn't he know how much I loved him?

 I could hear the crashing of pots and the sound of breaking dishes coming from the kitchen. My poor John. My lover could never find his way around my kitchen, and his cooking was just terrible. Maybe I was going to go hungry tonight, but better that than having to eat John's cooking.

I'll wait until the morning when he's calmed down. Then he'll come to untie me. And then I'll give him all of the loving he's going to be missing tonight, and I'll cook him a nice big breakfast, and then he will promise never to hurt me again.

THE END

Drew played by Rod

Photography by Caitiff