
AN INNOCENT INTRODUCTION
Chris was 19 when he attended his first LGBT youth meeting in his neighbourhood library. He just finished his first year at the University of Miami, and was now home at Palm Bay, Florida, for the summer holidays. Chris recently had his birthday; he was still not old enough to drink (unless he moved north of the border; go Canada!), but he was definitely old enough to know he liked. Ever since he was in junior high and especially in high school, Chris acknowledged he felt differently about boys when he compared this feelings to those of his male companions. While his mates on the basketball and swim teams loved making sexual suggestions at their female counterparts, Chris found himself admiring other guys. More specifically, he fantasized about being overpowered by a stronger, older boy. Sometimes his fantasies included rope and tape, other times there were leather straps involved, but they all had one thing in common: Chris couldn’t wait to get tied up by some male Adonis. However, while he was in high-school, Chris couldn’t imagine putting himself in that situation, as none of his friends ever talked about this, and it all seemed too bizarre anyways. Besides, he was dating Jane, his childhood friend. Yes, she was his beard. Although there was some kissing and smooching involved, Chris never cared to venture into deeper waters, and since Jane was still squeamish, she was perfectly happy with this innocent relationship. Besides, Chris was/is a total babe, and he was smart and kind and compassionate, so their relationship worked out excellently until they both graduated.
In university, Chris spent countless hours researching his “condition”. It turned out, there was a huge community of people of all sexual orientations who loved being tied up, gagged, blindfolded, and some even enjoyed a little bit of pain and humiliation. He found out there were various names for this type of activity – bondage, TUG’s, BDSM, kink, etc. Chris became very excited about bondage, but hasn’t gotten into it while in his first year. He was still deeply closeted and didn’t want anybody at university finding out he was homosexual. He even tried dating several girls, but quickly realized he was merely wasting everybody’s time. This all happened before he finally braved up and attended an LGBT meeting, where he met Roman.
The meeting was led by a tall, slender lesbian who called herself Metro; she was probably in her 30’s, had purple hair, wore colourful glasses and dressed like a hippie. Chris liked her; she seemed like a really sweet person, but he quickly found himself dozing off during her talk. Everybody else was either in high school or in their early years of college and university. Chris noticed a certain boy laying eyes on him. He was taller and thinner than Chris, fair skinned, with big round brown eyes, short dark hair and a long, thin nose. He had thin sprouts of facial hair on his cheeks. Chris was of average height but more muscular due to years of competitive swimming, with golden skin, green eyes, a noble face, and medium length, wavy dark blonde hair. Chris stared back at the boy and smiled. Damn, he was handsome. Then, it seemed like this boy was smiling back at him! This is wonderful, thought Chris. He couldn’t wait for Metro to stop talking so he could walk over to that hunk. Metro was going on about gay rights; a noble cause, but it was clear she was merely preaching to the converted. When she finished, there was a question and answer session and about half the crowd left. Chris used this opportunity to sit by the boy who kept smiling at him.
“Hi,” he said with a wink.
“Hi,” the boy replies, smiling. “My name is Roman.”
“Chris,” Chris answers, and they shake hands.
Roman quickly answers all of Chris’s questions. It turned out he is 18 and is just finishing high school, even though he looks older with those mutton chops. He will be attending Sydney University next year on a swimming scholarship.
“Sydney Australia?!” Exclaimed Chris. “Yup, that’s the one. Right by the ocean, mind you.”
“That’s so cool! And I’m a swimmer too!” It turns out Chris and Roman have more in common. They are both gay and closeted, both of them dated girls in high-school to cover up their tracks, and both of them like bondage. Chris asked Roman if he's ever been tied up before, and Roman responded that he was always incredibly curious, but he was too afraid to try. Chris notices Roman's breathing quickening, and his speech becoming more nervous. Excitedly, Chris asks Roman if he would like to tie him up in the nearby field. “Just some friendly fun between two guys”, said Chris with a smile, and Roman wouldn't have to be tied up if he didn't feel comfortable. Excitedly, Roman admitted he would love that idea, so they exchange cellphone numbers. Chris hurried home on his bike, as he only lived about fifteen minutes away, where he packs his knapsack with some items he kept in his wardrobe -nylon rope, an old red bandana, and a roll of duct tape. He also brought some chewy granola bars, some Tostitos and a water bottle for later. “Score!” He yelled to himself before locking his house. He couldn’t believe this was happening! Coming to the LGBT meeting was an excellent idea!
Chris is happy to find Roman eagerly waiting for him in the library backyard. It is a huge grassy plane covered in trees, with a little pond which was surprisingly empty at this time. Only a few retired couples came and went, so Chris and Roman had a fair amount of privacy. Most of them wouldn’t notice two college-aged dudes having stupid fun. Besides, Chris wasn't planning on doing anything intimate with Roman…at least for now.
“I’m back,” announced Chris excitedly. “Yeah, I can see that,” replied Roman. They both laughed.
“Look what I brought,” he opened his bag and took out four strands of colourful rope and the bandana.
Roman seemed to blush. “I’ve never done this before,” he admitted. “Have you?”
“Ugggggh I once gagged myself with this roll of duct tape in front of the mirror, I also tried tying myself up…I was in boy scouts for a year!” Chris just remembered. He was in the third grade, and he was bullied terribly by one of the older boys. His mother decided to withdraw him after just several months. Within that time, Chris learned how to tie very simple knots, so he offered to help Roman achieve whatever he wanted.
“First of all, let’s tie the legs so I can’t get up easily,” Chris said as he took a seat on the bench. He looked around him. Only a very old woman taking her afternoon walk, she barely noticed them. Roman unraveled the first coil of rope and wrapped it around Chris’s ankles, above his sneakers. “Now what?”
Chris proceeded to explain to Chris how to tie his legs separately, so it would be really difficult for him to get up and escape. The rope was fairly small, but Roman did a very good, concise job. He tied the next coil, which was about the same length and thickness, around Chris’s hands. Chris cupped his palms together in front and allowed Roman to complete the task until the rope was wound tightly enough, but not to the point of cutting off circulation. Next, Roman took the third coil which was much longer and thicker than the first two, and used it to attach Chris’s hands to his feet. Instead of bringing it straight down, Chris told Roman to wrap it in two around his knees and then knot both parts in the middle. It took Roman several minutes to get this done, but he did a fine job. He then tied the large rope to the rope binding Chris’s legs, and pulled that knot as tight as it will go. Even though it didn’t feel totally inescapable, Chris realized it would take him a few long minutes to get out of his predicament, and meanwhile Roman was in full control, and he could do anything he wanted.
“Alright, what now?” Asks Roman. Chris detects a hint of impatience in his voice.
“Now we…wait, someone’s coming!” Roman turned around. True, there was a boy from the LGBT meeting walking towards the library. Although his shaggy, long blonde hair covered his eyes, it was clear he was looking at them.
“Don’t…move.” Chris whispered so only Roman would hear. “Goddamn it!”
The boy changed his direction and he was heading towards the bench where Chris was sitting. As he walked closer, Chris realized he actually looked extremely young, probably 15 or 16. He was wearing gray shorts, sneakers and a dark blue wind jacket, despite the day being quite warm.
“What?” Roman whispered, confused.
“He saw us, you idiot! Try to act…normal…” although Chris realized his situation was not exactly normal, being tied up on a public bench, in broad daylight where everybody could potentially see him.
“Hi guys!” the boy shouted very happily. His voice was piercingly nasal, and Chris found it annoying. “What exactly are you doing?” He asked, letting his voice trail off.
Roman seemed to freeze completely, as he was actually more freaked out than Chris. He looked as if he just saw a lion. Chris decided to break the awkward silence and responded: “We’re…having a tea party! You wanna join?”
The teen snorted. “Riiiight…and how are you going to drink your tea with your hands tied up like that?”
‘God damn you, Captain obvious.’ Chris whispered very quietly under his breath.
“PARDON?” Chris realized he wasn’t shouting, but his voice was just so…annoying!
“We’re playing a game called None of Your Business! Now beat it, Rugrat, and go do your hair while you’re listening to Jessica Simpson collection in your pink kimono! Sheesh!”
The annoying boy snorted again. “That wasn’t even clever, and fyi, I don’t like Jessica Simpson.” Without warning, he grabbed the red bandana.
“What are you doing with that? That’s my bandana!” Chris yelled at him.
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna steal it,” the boy chuckled as he wrapped the bandana around Chris's mouth and tied it tightly behind his head.
“What? Mmmff! Ge Duush Oooff Miii!” Chris kept yelling, but his words were coming out muffled as he was effectively gagged. Roman stared at the blonde boy, shocked.
“My name is Tripp, nice to meet you,” he brought his hand forward, allowing Roman to shake it slowly.
“So your friend likes to be tied up? I hope you don’t mind if I have some fun too!”
TO BE CONTINUED…