The following story may or may not have happened, but that’s not what matters. This is a first draft, so kindly point out any errors and I will correct them.
PART 1
Manuel was nearly eighteen, and he has been a member of his swim league for about nine years, half his life. It was early July and he recently finished all his high-school credits with excellent grades and was now enjoying his remaining days before heading to university. Manuel accepted an offer to the University of British Columbia, which meant he would be leaving all of his friends, his family, and his swim coach. Manuel spent his summer working full-time and hanging out with his buddies, having as much fun as possible within the short time frame. He had a Bronze star and worked as both lifeguard and assistant swim coach to Stanley, his own coach and mentor. Put simply, swimming was a very significant part of his life. He knew Coach Stanley better than some of his uncles, which is why he wasn’t terribly surprised when Stanley asked to see him after work last Monday. It was 5:10 pm, Manuel changed into his shorts and t-shirt and was just finished packing.
“Manuel, can I please have a moment with you, pal?†Asked the coach; he did not seem dissatisfied, quite the opposite.
“For you, I’d give more than a moment, coach,†he said with a smile.
“Alright; Manuel, you’re going away very soon, is that correct?â€
“Yeah man, in six weeks,†said Manuel with a suppressed smile. “I know I shouldn’t be so happy, I will miss this place and everyone in it, but going to the West Coach will be an amazing experience, I’ll get to meet new people, I hear UBC hosts some insane parties...â€
“Yeah, you’ll get to party, that’s for sure! There’ll be too much partying, if you ask me. Your studies should always come first. But that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.†He chuckled.
“Oh?â€
“Manuel,†Stanley seemed a little uneasy, “I’ve known you for a long time, you’re practically an adult, and now that I’m your employer, I was just wondering if you wanted to come over to my house before the summer holidays are out. If you want to, of course, if you say no I’ll understand completely.â€
“Sure, that sounds nice,†nodded Manuel, “I’ve never been to your place. But...what do you have in mind?†Coach Stanley was married with two children, and Manuel never received a creepy vibe from him. He was a life mentor as well as a swim coach and a highly charitable individual.
What Stanley said next took Manuel by complete surprise. Out of all the possible answers Stanley could have given, this seemed to be the least probable.
“Here’s the thing, Manuel. Do you know my son, Albert?â€
“Yeah, he’s in my senior swim group, of course I know him.â€
Coach Stanley breathed heavily; “Albert likes to tie people up or watch them get tied up. He’s looking for, um, a buddy that he can truss up. Preferably someone older who’s fairly large and athletic, such as yourself...†he smiled awkwardly. “Now, I know this is a highly unusual request, I promise you that there’ll be nothing cruel involved. Albert is a little...strange, but he’s not sadistic or anything. He’s only 13, so I would rather him tie you up than otherwise,†and then he looked at Manuel for an answer.
“So you want me to let your son tie me up? Why?â€
“Well, I know that your cousin Alex is heavily into that...stuff. I once found him in the locker room getting tied up to one of the benches by the other boys, mind you I had to break it up, but he seemed to be really getting into it. A little too much, I think,†he was talking about me of course. “I assumed that maybe you were exposed to these things from your cousin.â€
“Well, he did show me how several rope escapes, I thought they were fun, I even tried a few of them.â€
“That’s good! But I have to warn you, there won’t be a lot of escaping tomorrow,†he laughed.
“Uh, right; and what do I get in return?†Manuel inquired.
“My wife makes you dinner, whatever you like. How does that sound?â€
“Sounds good, when is this happening?â€
“Tomorrow at 5:20, right after your shift. You can drive, right?†Manuel nodded. “Good.â€
“I like roast chicken and mashed potatoes,†said Manuel before he walked off.
Manuel was strangely excited throughout the entire drive home. He could not stop thinking about the possible scenarios, and the idea of being tied up was creepy yet appealing. One thing frightened him though. What did Coach Stanley mean when he said that there won’t be a lot of escapes happening? Manuel assumed that Albert wanted to tie him tightly enough to render him helpless, and this worried him. Albert was a pretty good kid, but he was definitely weird and a little dark. What else did they have in mind for him?
The next day Manuel packed quickly and arrived at Coach Stanley’s house a few minutes early. He was wearing the same sneakers and dark-blue gym shorts as yesterday but a different top, a sleeveless yellow t-shirt. The Coach was not yet home, but his wife, Genie, was there. Genie was a kind-looking forty year old with medium-length auburn hair and a slim, athletic figure like her husband’s. She must’ve been extremely attractive when she was young, thought Manuel; probably a swimmer too.
“You must be Manuel! Hi!†She greeted him with a wide smile and handshake. “Yes, that’s me, I work as a lifeguard and assistant for Stanley, he wanted Albert to...um,†Manuel stopped.
Genie laughed, “Yeah, he told me all about it. Albert is upstairs, I’m Genie.†She smiled again and turned to the kitchen, where two large bowls with garden salad and mashed potatoes were waiting to be consumed. “The chicken is almost ready. You can have a seat and relax.â€
Stanley showed up at 5:30 pm and immediately sat down to eat. Albert came downstairs without being summoned. He was an average, skinny young teenager with pale skin, short black hair and bulging eyes. Just like Manuel, he wore a sleeveless shirt and gym shorts, except his clothes were clearly too large. He was a bit awkward looking, but extremely fit.
“Hi Manuel,†he said to him. Being at the comfort of his own home, he seemed extremely confident.
“Hey little man, nice to see you,†Manuel shook his hand jovially and then said to him quietly: “We need to talk later. About you,†he raised his eyebrows. Albert laughed loudly.
“Boys, please keep your shenanigans to yourself at the food table,†said Genie sternly, “You just eat now, Manuel. I have some delicious pie for dessert. Then Stanley and Albert will take care of you...†she said with an expectant smile.
The key lime pie was scrumptious indeed. Manuel had to refuse a second serving from Genie because he did not want to feel too full before being bound. Albert, on the other hand, gladly gobbled through a second slice while Manuel paced in the living room, pretending to look around but really trying to calm himself down.
“Manuel, I have something for you,†Stanley gave him a small, elastic piece of navy blue cloth. It was a Speedo racing brief swimsuit. “This is Albert’s size, but he doesn’t like the design. I think you should wear it today. It will probably be a much tighter than what you’re used to, but that’s the idea.
Manuel looked at the small suit in fear; “you expect me wear that? There’s no room for my balls!â€
Stanley sighed. “Manuel, I’ve played my part, now you play yours. Wear the Speedo. Change in the upstairs washroom.â€
Reluctantly, Manuel did as told. He closed the washroom behind him, took off his clothes and slid the tiny, elastic brief on. The waist was size 26. Manuel was a solid 5’11’’, 160 lbs with a size 32 waist. Sliding the micro-sized, slippery brief over his muscular thighs was a colossal challenge itself. Manuel finally slid it over his hips (even though it was extremely tight, the Speedo was cut high on the legs) when his privates grew sore.
“Uh oh, no, not now,†Manuel cursed under his breath. The washroom had a full-sized mirror. Manuel looked at himself. He knew why Albert didn’t like this Speedo. It was too tight, too revealing and way too shiny. It had a seam across the buttocks which only made them ache. His slim, muscular body was completely smooth, his competition body.
“Well, Genie will probably think I’m hot,†he said as he walked outside. Albert was also wearing a tight black Speedo, except his was much more modest and he didn’t look nearly as uncomfortable as Manuel.
“You’re wearing MY Speedo?†Albert laughed. “Oh boy, this is going to be funny. Dude, I hope I’m not out of line, but you are stiff as a -“
“I’m not, this is how they look normally.†He said indignantly.
“What? Um...WOW, that is impressive,†Albert continued, still laughing.
“Look midget, whatever sick games you have for me, the Speedos are still on. You’re not gonna flash me in front of your parents!â€
“Okay! Don’t worry; it’s not something I’d want to expose anyways...but dude, you’re so lucky I’m not gay, because if I was...hahaha!†Albert ran behind Manuel and slapped his Speedo-clad buttocks. “Damn!â€
“Cut it out! Just tie me up and get this over with,†Manuel mumbled.
Albert picked up a roll of silver duct tape and rope from the kitchen cabinets. Noisily he pulled a long strip of duct tape and announced: “Let’s get this party started!â€
To be continued...
What do you think happened to Manuel? Better question, what should happen to him?...