"THAT'S BULLSHIT!" I turned my head towards the noise and smiled. I was in the company of my friend, Nick, and one of his roommates was getting awfully heated about some bad referee calls during the Duke-Carolina game. It was the night of one of the most heated sports rivalries, but I honestly couldn't care less who won. I even attended one of those schools, and after another one of Nick's roommates pointed this out, asking me why I wasn't there cheering on my team, I did my best not to look over at Nick. What could I say? That the possibility of tying someone one up was much more fun than watching guys dribble up and down a court? That wasn't going to cut it. "I don't know" was the best answer that I could find.
I shot a glance at Nick as he got up to use the bathroom. Mmmm, even in loose pajama pants his derriere still looked fabulous. I dug a fingernail into my palm and ordered myself to concentrate. Before I arrived, we had talked about tying him up, but in the end, we decided not to do so. There was still some hope left that something may go down though, and as he came back into the room, I felt the heated desire go through me and I wondered if he felt the same. The first roommate came storming out of his bedroom and turned the game on the bigger television where four of us could now watch the end result. The minutes passed by, and every time that I thought I could get away with it, I shot Nick another look as I mentally undressed him and thought of what I could do that night. We all kept up a light chatter, filled with various expletives about whatever player had made a dumb move at that moment in time. Seconds were left in the game. "Carolina's gonna win", "C'mon, C'MON!", and anxious movements came from the guys while I just sat there smiling, knowing that even if I went back to a sad student body, my night wouldn't be any worse. 5...4...3...2...Shot, and Austin Rivers scored Duke's game-winning basket that would be seen on ESPN for weeks to come. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD" came from everyone's startled mouths, and the first roommate put his head in his hands, as he did a slow shuffle back to his room.
We all got up in a daze, and I let out a slight chuckle, thinking of the antics that students would be up to tonight. I walked into Nick's room, and stood there awkwardly for a second. He came up behind me, looking at me in a way that showed he may want something as well. "I don't think you'd do it," he said. He walked into his closet and stuck his hands up to hold the metal shelving above his head. I went over to him, and grabbed his wrist, imitating cuffs. "I think I would," I said, always up for a challenge. "No," he answered, looking back at me. I stared back at him, but dropped my hand. There were too many variables holding me back. A sadness came over me as I went to retrieve my purse, and walked outside as he followed. "I would have done it, you know," he said as gave me a hug. "I would have put my thong on for you." He looked up at me, and something clicked. I wanted to tie him, and he wanted to be tied, so why not give it a go? "Alright then, let's do it," I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back inside. He smiled as we went back into his room, and went to change in his closet.
I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves, and fetched his keys from a drawer. One of the keys would open his chest of tie-up gear, and I was ready to get it open and get started. When he was dressed, I reached for the box in the closet and opened it up on his bed. He watched as I picked out two pairs of handcuffs and went back to stand in front of him. I reached up and latched each wrist on to the bars of the metal shelving above his head before going back to get the blindfold that I would place over his eyes. Once he was all ready, I stood back, took another breath and moved in. I went for his cock first, rubbing it through his pajama pants. He moaned as I pulled the pants down to reveal his thong. I smiled to myself. It was a lovely sight to behold. I rubbed him a few more times before giving some smacks against the underside of his shaft. He gasped, and grimaced slightly. I grabbed his balls and gave them a good squeeze. He let out another moan, and I saw him grit his teeth in a moment of pain. I wasn't sure how far to go with him, so I decided to take it in stride.
After a few more moments of smacking and squeezing, I pulled his thong down so that I now had contact with his bare skin. He moaned again as I began to rub, and tilted his head back. I felt a fire go through me, and had the biggest urge to kiss his neck, but brought myself back into control by giving a harder squeeze to his balls than usual. He moaned and begged for me to stop. I chuckled and asked myself aloud what to do to him next. He was breathing heavily as I let him have a break. I went back to his wooden chest and pulled out a long rope. I stretched it between my hands, and as I strolled back over to him, I placed it around his ball sack, tying it in a knot. It took me a few times to get right, and I felt myself blush at my incompetence. I berated myself for not being better, but when the rope was finally secure, I pulled the ends apart. He gasped and gritted his teeth as he felt the rope dig in tighter and tighter. I went back and forth from loose to tight a few times before ending that phase and moving on to the next one.
I reached up under his shirt, and found his nipples. Squeezing and twisting them in each hand, he moaned some more and begged me to stop again. "Do you like that?" I asked as I raked my nails up and down his chest before going back to his nipples. He moaned and then said, "If you stop, I'll let you tie me up on the bed". I smiled. It was a good deal. I left him again as I readied the under-the-bed restraining system that would leave him lying spread eagle. As I undid the velcro, he muttered "You're being really loud", fearful that his roommates would hear what we were up to. For that, I went back and gave him a hard smack to his cock, which made him stop talking. I would like to see him do better, I thought. During the set-up, I did look over once or twice and admire his physique. I smiled and felt lucky to be with him. Once the system was ready, I took a key and unhooked the cuffs from his wrists. I noticed deep red indentations from where they had dug into his skin, but thought no more of it as I pulled him by his cock and pushed him down on to the bed.
I placed his wrists and ankles into their holding straps and tightened them, still feeling rather inexperienced. Once he was all set, I went to sit on his knees, facing his head. I grabbed his cock and started smacking it back and forth between my hands. That made him cringe and attempt to tuck his legs together, preventing me from reaching them. I pushed them back apart, and kept at it. Smacking, squeezing and slapping, this continued for another few minutes until I tried to think of something else to do to him. I did the tying of his ball sack with rope one final time before I couldn't think of anything else. He lay there, slightly panting and slightly moaning as I finally removed the blindfold. He looked at me, and his eyes registered something that I wasn't quite happy to see. Like I didn't live up to what he had expected from me. A shot of pain went through me, and my stomach dropped a bit. This wasn't the ending that I had wanted. I thought that things might have been better if we had been more intimate with kissing and such, but I knew he didn't want that, and I wasn't going to take advantage of him in his current state. I untied him and we both got up to put away the materials and get dressed.
As I got ready to leave, I thought of everyone in Durham, who must be celebrating right now, and everyone in Chapel Hill, who would be saddened by their sudden loss. With this in mind, I looked over at him to say goodbye, and felt both emotions at once. But as I hugged him one last time that night, the happiness eventually took over. We had finally done what we had talked about doing for so long, and I had still spent a majority of the night with someone I cared about, lusted over and loved to see. The lust part made me smile to myself as I unlocked my car and waved back at him. There would be other times, I thought. There would be other games. Just as Carolina wasn't down for the count completely, neither was I. A few weeks after this event occured, Carolina indeed had their comeback. And mine may still be waiting in the wings.