Postby HandgagAzBoy1 » Wed Sep 28, 2011 7:30 pm
Part 2
It was June of the following year when Jerek moved away the group and I had been there to help him pack. It was a sad to lose such a life-long friend to a stupid university. Eh. That's life. I was getting ready for college too. My scholarship was about to come in and I'd soon be able to enroll at the University of Arizona, located in quaint, little-big Tucson. Tucson was weird to me. It had the makings of a small town, but it was expansive and packed with young and crazy college students. When I announced that I was moving there in September, my friends offered to help me pack and wished me the best. Everyone but Brent. Brent didn't show up to help me load my clothes and junk into my little car. He didn't show up to say goodbye either at my open house party.
I had moved out of my parents house in April and was trying to work things out in Mesa. Life was real sucky during that time. I had lost my sense of direction and was experimenting with other people... and genders. I thought I try it out, see what all the fuss was about. It only made my inner storm broil viciously. I still couldn't understand why I was feeling such annoying and distracting things. Every time I tried to look in, it usually led to angry rants toward Brent and Jerek. I still don't know why.
Anyway, it was my last day in the valley. My parents said goodbye, gave me a couple cans of food and sent me on my way. Before I could even pull out of their driveway, I received a text... A text from Brent.
"Come to my house before you go," it read. Brent was my friend and since he still hadn't given me an explanation as to why he wasn't there earlier, I decided I'd visit. I imagined that he'd probably try tying me up one last time. He hadn't done anything of the sort since Jerek left, which was almost oddly disappointing. I drove over to his mom's house (where he still lived). I waited in the car for a moment, examining the house before me. I mustered up my courage, stepped out of the car, walked up to the door, and... reluctantly... knocked.
"Terry!" he said gleefully upon opening the door. (Did I mention my name is Terrance. Everyone calls me Terry.) "Come in, come in! I have something for you." He stepped aside and motioned for me to enter. This is it, I thought. Right here. I'll walk past him and he reach out and grab me. Eh. I had no where to be. I'd let him have his fun. I was surprised when nothing happened. I even stood with my back to him for a second, waiting. Anticipating, almost with excitement.
"My room. I'll meet you there in just a sec," he said, closing the door. Aha. He wants me to be drawn deeper into the house. I walked through the hallway into the main room. There was no one there. Mommy must be out, I thought. I turned left down the second hall and trotted down to his room. I opened the door, expecting to see something small like handcuffs or duct tape or bondage tape on the bed. Nope. Nothing. It was kinda weird.
Brent came up behind me and squeezed past me, avoiding touching me, it seemed, at all costs. I was very confused by this behavior. It wasn't like him. He held something in his hands. What was it? A ballgag? Some rope? Hell, I would have taken scotch tape by now.
"Here you go," he said, handing me a little black box.
"Thanks," I said, stifling my disappointment. I opened it up. It was a dogtag hanging on a beaded chain. It had my name carved in it. "...Cool. Where did you get this?"
"Made it, actually," Brent said. I removed it and turned it over. My eyes widened. On the back was his name.
"It's so you'll remember me," he said.
"Brent, I'm going to visit once a month, remember?"
"I know," he said. His cheeks were starting to turn red. I had only seen him blush once before: the New Years TUG. "It's just... You'll be busy and you'll get new friends and..."
"We're still gonna hang out," I said. I noticed that he wasn't looking in my eyes. "I'll be back in three weeks. We'll catch a movie or something." I was hoping he'd say "something" and he'd whip out his rope and gags. Instead he just walked over to his bed and flopped down. I put the dogtag on and then sat next to him on his bed.
"You okay man?" I asked. He stared up at the ceiling. His jaw was clenched.
"It's just..." he began. He took a long breath. "It's just... You and Jerek were my best friends and... And now you're both leaving."
"But I'm gonna visit as often as I can."
"Until you make new friends." I suddenly realized that he was genuinely hurt about this. I felt bad. I reached over to pat him on the shoulder, but since his hands were behind his head, it was a little awkward and I found myself patting his chest.
"I promise to visit once a month at minimum, okay?" I waited. He didn't say anything. "Look, Brent, I can't-" Suddenly he sat up and grabbed my shoulders. He threw me down on the bed and straddled me. He pulled some rope out from under his pillows. I tried not to smile. This is more like it. He grabbed one of my hands and tied it to his bedpost. I was patiently waiting, not struggling, just making the occasional dumb question: "What're you doing?" He tied my other wrist on the other post. It was an exciting moment. He didn't seem to be enjoying himself that much. He seemed almost angry. He pulled off my pants, socks, and shoes before tying each of my ankles to the corresponding bedposts. I wondered why he hadn't gagged me yet.
After I was completely set, he unbuttoned my shirt and exposed my chest. I had been working out and wasn't at all bashful. I hoped he would handgag me soon. I loved the way his big hands felt against my mouth. He straddled me again and this time he laid down on me and hugged me. His arms were under my back and his hands were holding my shoulders. His face was pressed against mine and I could smell his musk. He smelt nice and clean and... there was something else. Something familiar but I couldn't place it. Either way, it was nice. I groaned and made poor attempts to through him off. It was hard. He was big and it was like he was trying to assume the fetal position with me between his arms and legs. I didn't mind too much, except that he hadn't gagged me yet.
"I knew you like this," he whispered, his hot breath warmed my ear.
"It's not so bad," I admitted. "It'd be nicer if it was complete."
He sat up a little, his baby face hovered over mine. "Complete?" he asked.
"Well you haven't gagged me yet," I said. He pulled his arms out from under me and gently held my upper neck and part of my face in his hands. That spot was so timid that I shuddered. "I-I-I haven't been gagged yet?"
"I have the perfect gag for you," he said. He wasn't smiling. He looked nervous. Probably because Jerek wasn't here. "You'll never guess what it is."
"A dildo?" I joked. He cracked a quick smile and shook his head. "Ball gag? Handgag? A sock? Please don't let it be a sock. You know how much I hate-"
Brent leaned down and pressed his soft lips firmly against mine. My eyes widened and his closed. I felt my entire body stiffen. I felt his lips move gently. He came off me and smiled down at me. His confidence suddenly came back. "Better than a sock?" he asked with a smirk.
"Uh-huh," was all I could muster. I felt my face flush with heat. I must have been blushing. Brent noticed and laughed. He kissed me! He actually kissed me! Was he gay? Bi? Curious? What is happening?
"Good," he said. I had barely enough time to register the word before his lips were on mine again.This time, my eyes rolled back slightly and then closed. He stroked my hair and kissed me fiercely. His lips, those soft, pink lips were the perfect shape for kissing. Not too plump. Not too thin. Just perfect. Perfect? What was I saying? I'm not gay? Am I? Was... he? Brent pulled off me again.
"You like?" he asked. I nodded, biting my lip, trying to stifle the smile. It was no use. He could tell. "Want more?" I nodded again, almost automatically, my lips opening to receive his. Suddenly, he shoved a sock in my mouth. "Too bad, fag."
I "mmnphed". I tried to pretend I was angry, but I wasn't. I thought it was funny. For once, that inner storm shut up. For once, that inner storm took all its problems and shoved em up its ass. He winked at me and pulled out a roll of bondage tape. All I could do was smile.