## Tainted Love (F/m)

Post by Canuck33 » Tue Nov 06, 2012 9:50 pm

TAINTED LOVE
The main character:
Sammy Sun is nineteen and a sophomore life science student at the University of Toronto. He is short, a little skinny, of Chinese descent, with black hair which he keeps very short. Sammy has always been at the top of his class, especially in math. Unfortunately, due to him spending most of his conscious hours in libraries, Sammy’s social skills remained largely...undeveloped. He was a kind, generous person, but that generosity did not include words. Sammy was awkward, sometimes he mumbled, and he was particularly shy around girls (yes, Sammy was straight. Sorry guys). Sammy graduated with the third highest average in his year (with a total of 450, Not bad, eh) and the ability to play a wicked electric violin. Not that his musical helped him get any girls, at least not the wild kind of girls that he liked. So Sammy spent most of his first year studying for his exams and occasionally hanging out with his roommate, Travis. Later in his first year, Sammy began attending the campus athletic centre five mornings a week to engage in the one form of exercise he didn’t mind: Swimming. It was at the athletic centre swimming pool that he met Alexandria.
The love interest:
Alexandria Ricker is 21, two years older than Sammy, but she lies about her age when she meets Sammy, and he believes her. She is a third year philosophy and political science at the same university, but lives in a different campus (Trinity, which to those who are familiar with Toronto is the most expensive campus. Many of its residents are private school graduates. Sammy lives in Victoria, the “artsy fartsy” campus). Alexandria is 5’6’’, which is about Sammy’s height; slightly built, around 135 pounds, and strong enough to overtake a skinny boy like Sammy. She has long, straight light-brown hair, deeply green eyes, and a serious but delicate face. Like Sammy, Alexandria was among the top five students in her graduating class and received several scholarships, despite not really needing them. Like Sammy, Alexandria decided to go swimming a few mornings a week to stay in shape even when the workload became overbearing. Eventually, the two ended up meeting each other at the athletic centre swimming pool.
First Encounter:
Monday, 7:15 am. While Travis was still sleeping through a hangover, Sammy was now warming up for a 40 minute swim. Aside from one older man, there was nobody at the men’s locker room. Sammy enjoyed the silence. Sammy used to be on a swim team from grade 4 all the way through high school. He did it because his mother forced him. Sammy didn’t mind swimming, but he hated being surrounded by loud people all the time. Now that he was no longer on the team, he could get through his exercise without dealing with obnoxious kids.
Sammy stripped down to his tight Speedo briefs (they were very small and hung low on his hips). He always stretched his arms, legs, thighs, back, neck, hands before entering the pool. He completed about thirty sit-ups, took a quick shower, and then put on his goggles and walked to the deck. The usual crowd was there – the older man (probably a professor), a group of senior ladies taking their time in the “slow” lane, and a girl – a young girl, around Sammy’s age, whom he has never seen before. Sammy jumped in the water, trying to avoid eye contact with the girl (they were both wearing dark goggles, yet Sammy wanted to make sure she didn’t notice he was staring). Every once in a while, Sammy would turn his head slightly and stare at the girl. She was swimming at a moderate pace, slower than Sammy, calculating every stroke and kick. It seems she has been swimming for a long time already, and was taking her exercise pretty seriously. More importantly, Sammy started getting a familiar feeling in his loins, a sensation which plagued his member every morning. Only now, wearing his tight, clingy Speedo, he felt extremely vulnerable. Sammy didn’t understand what it was about the girl that turned him on so much. She didn’t even seem that attractive! Compared to some of the girls he met on campus. Clearly, his brain and his penis didn’t agree on certain things.
For the record, Sammy has NEVER had a girlfriend at this point in his life. He never even got to hold or kiss a girl (or a boy, for that matter).
Sammy went on with his laps, but he couldn’t stop checking out the female swimmer. Her long hair was bunched up inside a silver swim cap which was pulled over her ears. She was wearing a dark-blue, one piece Speedo swimsuit. It fit her very tightly, basically pressing against her body like a second skin, accentuating all the things Sammy loved about women but never got to touch. Her legs were long, massively muscular, and very smooth, as were her shoulders. Either she’s been swimming or rowing for years, or she had a naturally heroic physique. Sammy continued inspecting her, changed from forward crawl to butterfly, then back to forward crawl. He didn’t realize he was semi-hard the entire time. He was also swimming much faster than usual in order to impress her, so by the end of the 40 minutes Sammy was exhausted.
Lucky for Sammy, the girl left the pool at exactly the same time. Sammy spent a suspiciously long time staring at her buttocks until she suddenly turned around and looked at him. Immediately, Sammy became embarrassed and felt himself blushing. The girl inspected him for a minute and then smiled. Sammy was about to open his mouth when the girl already walked into the women’s locker room and closed the door behind her.
“Don’t go please...” Sammy said softly but she didn’t hear him. He looked around him; the professor was still there, but a new group of people replaced the old swimmers. Sammy got out, making a conscious effort to hide his semi-hardon, took a quick shower and got changed - faded jeans, colourful sneakers from Hong Kong, a white t-shirt, tweed shirt and thick hoodie sweater. On his way out, the front desk lady called after him.
“Yes?” He asked.
“You just went swimming, right?” The girl asked. There was nothing sinister in her question, although it made Sammy a little uncomfortable.
“Sure, why?”
The girl shrugged, “because apparently there a girl swimming with you, and she told me she noticed this ‘young looking Asian guy’ staring at her, and...You match her description.”
Sammy felt him blushing again, except her wasn’t turned on. “I-I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled. Damn it, he thought, stop mumbling.
The girl looked him inquisitively, “so it was you?”
He nodded.
Suddenly, the girl’s face brightened. “Well, generally I would suggest you be more subtle, but what do I know. She actually left her phone number, and she told me to tell you to call her, if you want to. Her name is Alexandria.” The front desk girl gave Sammy a small piece of paper with Alexandria’s number. Sammy stared at it, dumbstruck.
“Seems like it’s your lucky day, eh,” the girl said. Sammy glared at her, open-mouthed. “Alright, dude, time to start moving, there’s somebody waiting to get his student card back,” the front desk girl snapped. Sammy nodded and walked out, phone number in his hand, contemplating what he could possibly say to Alexandria.
Sammy decided to dial the number right away. He waited for three rings and then Alexandria picked up.
“Hello?” She asked in a soft, low purr.
“Yes, can I speak to Alexandria?” asked Sammy. Oh God, he hated how his voice sounded on the telephone.
“That would be me, hon. I go by Alex, if you don’t mind.” Her voice was so seductive on the phone! There was a short pause. “Are you the Asian boy who stared at my butt at the swimming pool today?”
Sammy blushed heavily. He was glad Alexandria could not see him. He tried to formulate a response, but he just mumbled unintelligibly instead.
Alexandria laughed. “Hey, don’t worry about it. If anything, I should take it as a compliment.”
Sammy thought about this. “Yeah, exactly. Well, not exactly, but you know what I mean...” Sammy trailed off.
Silence on the other side.
Damn it, thought Sammy, why am I such an idiot.
“So...” Alexandria’s voice cut off his negative thoughts, “You still haven’t told your name.”
“Oh! Of course, sorry about that. I’m Sammy,” said Sammy.
“Sammy,” she pondered, “cute name. Alright Sammy, I’m assuming you called me for a reason...”
Again, Sammy felt his heart beating faster than usual. “Yeah, I did. But first you have to answer my question: Why did you leave me your phone number?”
“Do you think it’s relevant?” asked Alexandria again.
“I don’t know, probably,” Sammy was getting impatient, his hormones controlling his better part. “Alright fine, Alex, I want to ask you out!”
Another silence, but this time it was shorter and Alexandria ended it less abruptly. “Is this official? You’re asking me out on a date?”
Sammy took a deep breath. “Yes, I’m asking you out on a date.”
“Okay, do you like Starbucks coffee, let’s go to the one near St. George and Bloor, tomorrow at 5:00 pm, how is that?” She asked.
Sammy couldn’t believe it. “You mean, you’re saying yes???”
“Yeah, it seems like it,” Alexandria said slowly and pensively, “why, is there any reason I should change my mind?”
“Nooooo!” Sammy felt his voice rise gratuitously. “I mean, no. It’s a deal. I’ll meet you tomorrow at 5:00 at Starbucks, okay?”
“Sounds good; see you there. You BETTER come, because there’s nothing I hate more than bailers.”
“Of course! I’ll be there,” insisted Sammy. “Okay, bye then?”
“Yes, bye-bye,” said Alexandria in a sing-song voice, “have a nice day.” She hung up.
The Date:
At 4:35 pm, Sammy was planning out his outfit. Luckily, having close-cropped hair, he didn’t have to spend an hour gelling and mussing it. Just throw on matching clothes, spray some cologne and head right out. Luckily, Travis wasn’t there to ask him a zillion questions. Travis was a drama-major and 100% homosexual. He had posters of muscular half-naked guys around his bed. While Sammy didn’t mind it, he was very adamant about keeping his distance, never agreeing to succumb to “temptation”, as Travis called it. Even more awkwardly, Travis was not aware that Sammy had a collection of pictures of tied-up men in his laptop hard drive. Young, athletic men, usually wearing shorts, sometimes as little as a Speedo, bound in different positions, usually gagged too, sometimes blindfolded, and occasionally both! Sammy loved to imagine himself in these situations, but he never thought of himself as gay since he still desired women. The less Travis knew about his weird fetish, the better.
Sammy arrived at the Starbucks coffee shop at 5:00 sharp, but Alexandria was already seated, waiting for him.
“Hi!” She waved towards him, stood up, and instead of the handshake he offered, gave him a warm hug. “Sorry, I’m Irish, we’re warm people,” she smiled.
Sammy smiled back; “Oh, no need to apologize, nice to finally meet you.” She laughed and pointed to her table. “Why don’t you have a seat?”
Sammy ordered himself a green tea and blueberry bar, while Alexandria sipped on a cafe latte. It seemed she was directing the conversation.
“Just a hint for next time, you don’t want to arrive on time. Always plan to arrive a few minutes early, so the girl doesn’t have to wait for you.”
Sammy nodded; “will do that.”
Alexandria smiled. “It’s okay. Look, you probably have developed an impression of me, and you know what, it’s probably right. Let me be honest with you, Sammy.” She paused to sip her drink and lick her lips. “I’m looking for a passionate, sexual relationship. A lot of guys think they can’t handle me, and that’s okay, I can understand. Anyways, I have a particular type, and you seem to fit my ideal type.”
“I do???”
“That’s what I just said!” Alexandria laughed again. “I kinda have a thing for sensitive, smaller-framed guys, in shape but not hugely muscular. Oh and you’re Asian, and I like that,” she blurted a nervous laugh. “Sorry, I don’t mean to offend you.”
“Not at all! I happen to like you too, I think you’re a very...pretty young woman,” he said and looked at her face. Alexandria held his hand delicately, and Sammy felt his cheeks burn.
Sammy and Alexandria talked so much they didn’t realize it was already 8:00 pm, and Sammy just missed his micro lecture. Not as if he cared, of course. They were so compatible, that Sammy was already telling Alexandria some of his darkest secrets!
“Okay Sam, I already told you about the guys I was with, and that I like having my hair pulled in bed, which you probably think is freaky,” Alexandria chattered on. “Can you tell me if there’s anything dark about you? Of course, only if you wanna tell. But personally I only think it’s fair, because, you know...you already know how crazy I am...”
“I like bondage,” admitted Sammy, “I like rope and duct tape. I always wanted to do it.”
Alexandria’s smiled widened considerably. “Oh my, you’re so kinky! Well, guess what, that sounds fun! You’ve never done it, have you?”
Sammy blushed again. “No...”
Alexandria rubbed his hand in compromise. “Nooo worries. How about you come to my residence tomorrow and we have a little bondage game?”
Sammy stared at her, enchanted. “You gotta be kidding me.”
“I’m not! If you’re up for it,” said Alexandria, “I live in Trinity. Anyways,” she checked her cell phone, and her facial expression changed completely. “I’m late for my club meeting! Sheesh...alright, text me if you wanna show up tomorrow evening to let me know. It was nice to finally meet you,” and with that, she hugged Sammy again and left him at Starbucks.
Warming up:
Wednesday night at 9:00 pm, and Sammy waited for his biology lecture to finish before coming to Alexandria’s residence. He was dressed casually but nicely – a pair of black corduroys, light blue t-shirt, red tweed shirt and the same “elegant” sneakers. He still couldn’t believe his luck, but instead of questioning it, he decided to play along and see where fate would lead him.
“Hi Sammy, please come in,” Alexandria greeted him in her room. Sammy looked around. It was a single room, but it was still larger than his double room, and luxuriously furnished. She even had her own washroom! (Most residences at UofT have a collective washroom, which Sammy still felt very disgusted by. Alexandria by comparison seemed to live like a queen).
“Make yourself comfortable,” she signaled him to remove his shoes and have a seat. She brought a small box, opened it and presented a pair of black, fur-lined handcuffs.
“Put them on, hands behind your back,” she demanded.
Sammy stared at the handcuffs intently. “Ooooh!” He wolf-whistled, but wasn’t sure why. He lifted his tweed shirt sleeves, put them on and let Alexandria lock them.
“I’m going to tie your hands together, just so you don’t manage to free yourself without permission,” she snarled. It was a strong, yellow nylon rope and Alexandria was good at tying. Thankfully, only Sammy’s hands were tied, but there was so little slack he was sure freeing them alone would be impossible.
“There, how do you like it?” asked Alexandria. “Feeling helpless already?”
Sammy was getting excited, but didn’t feel helpless. He let Alexandria know that, to which she responded with a wrinkled face. “I know exactly what you like,” she smirked and pulled out black, electric tape which she wrapped around his head, gagging him with 3-4 layers.
“Pleeeaaas...hmmm! mmm! “was all he could say soon.
“There, that’s what I like to see,” commented Alexandria, we’re just getting started.
“Hmmm! Mmmmpff!” Sammy kept whining through his gag, but he knew there was no point.
“Aww, look at you all having fun,” Alexandria teased her captive. She noticed his cock was hardening through his tight-fitting black corduroys, and grabbed it gently, massaging it, teasing him even more.
Sammy squeaked in surprise.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” She asked. She kept massaging his cock through the pants, Sammy moaning rhythmically with each stroke. “Well, I can’t let you have all the fun,” she said with mock regret in her voice. “Right? I think it’s my turn.”
Alexandria pulled out the tape again. “Close your eyes,” she ordered. He didn’t.
“Close your eyes, it’s for your benefit,” she said a little louder. Sammy obeyed and shut his eyes.
Alexandria wrapped the tape over his eyes, blindfolding him, and then pulled several rounds around his head until the blindfold looked solid and impenetrable. She patted the tape gently over his eyes, and was sure Sammy could not see anything. She was right.
“Okay, whether or not you will enjoy what I’m going to do next, I don’t know,” she said quietly. Alexandria unzipped her jeans, walked behind Sammy’s back, pulled his cuffed hands, and shoved them in her crotch, over her panties.
“Now it’s your turn to give me pleasure,” she moaned, moving Sammy’s hands for him over her crotch.
“Hmmmm!” Sammy groaned again. He felt her getting moist through the soft cotton panties. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do much more, and he was getting desperate for some personal pleasure, which never seemed to come. Alexandria kept controlling his hands, moaning a little louder, telling him how much fun she was having. Then she grabbed him gently, led him to her bed, and told him to lie on his back. Slowly and awkwardly, Sammy lay down. His erection has subsided a bit, but he was still semi-hard in his pants.
Alexandria positioned herself on top of her captive until her privates were rubbing against his. She manoeuvred her pelvis until she was content with her positioning, and then started humping Sammy, rubbing her panties against Sammy’s crotch. Very quickly, his erection returned and he was groaning loudly. He desperately wished to remove his tape gag and blindfold, but with his hands tied up so tightly, he could not. He was at his captor’s total mercy, and there was nothing he could do about it.
“Okay, I think I better stop now, otherwise I’ll get carried away,” said Alexandria after ten minutes of humping Sammy. She re-zipped her pants, untied Sammy’s hands, and then said: “okay, you can rip the tape now. I’m a little scared I might hurt you, so you can do it.”
Sammy sat up groaning, touched his face until he found an open strip of tape, and pulled at it. “You’ll have to do it fast, it hurts less,” said Alexandria. She guided him a bit, easing his hand to avoid ripping the tape or pulling too hard. Removing the piece around the eyes stung heavily, but it still wasn’t as painful as Sammy anticipated.
“Thank God you shave,” she said as she ripped the tape off his mouth. She patted his reddened cheeks.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” She asked.
Sammy breathed heavily. “No, I quite liked it actually. Wow, I never had anybody wrap tape over my mouth and eyes. It was...well, felt a little surreal, I don’t know how to explain it.”
“I know what you mean,” said Alexandria, “your senses are deprived, so you’re forced to go into a different state. Your hands are tied up, so you can’t really do anything to save yourself. You’re totally helpless.”
Sammy felt himself getting excited again. Just her description was enough to arouse him. “Yeah, how did you know?”
Alexandria winked at him, “I’ve tied other guys before. Would you like to eat a snack before you go home?”
The “snack” happened to be some delicious leftover dinner from the Trinity dining hall and a piece of key lime pie.
“Keep eating, you’re so skinny,” commented Alexandria, “how else will you have the strength to escape your bonds?”
“I would think,” started Sammy, “that you’re stuffing me so you can slow me down, and eat me later.”
“Would you like me to eat you?” said Alexandria with a wink.
“Depends on the part you wanna eat,” answered Sammy matter-of-factly. Then he realized how lame he just sounded.
“What if I wanted to eat the whole thing?” She said and put her hands behind his back, massaging him. “You are delicious, you know that?” Sammy blushed. He finished eating.
Before he left, Alexandria gave Sammy a tight, romantic hug. They rubbed each other. She let him grab her long hair and smell her shampoo while she tightened her grip on his back.
“Next time, if you don’t mind, can you try not to masturbate the day we meet?” she asked coyly. “I like to build things up.”
Sammy smiled awkwardly. “Um, that sounds fair. I’m pretty sexual, but I can go for a day without doing it.”
“You want to do this again, right?” She asked, “I really enjoyed this, but I don’t know about you.”
“Yeah! Yes of course!”
“Okay, are you doing anything this Friday night?” he said no.
“Great, then it’s a date! Oh, and another thing: Could you wear your speedo next time?”
“Do you wanna tie me up in my speedo?” asked Sammy inquisitively.
Now Alexandria blushed. “Maybe...”
“I don’t know if I’m ready, Alex, I’m a little self-conscious,” he mumbled.
“Look Sammy, when I noticed you at the swimming pool, my first thought was ‘oh my, that boy sure looks goods in a speedo. You have really nice, well-proportioned legs and arms, and a nice long, lean torso. Not to mention, that little shiny speedo looks so sexy on you.”
“Hmmm, I feel a little uncomfortable about this.”
“Okay, if you wear your speedo, I promise to wear my one-piece swimsuit, does that sound fair? I’m really self-conscious about my body too. I’m kinda heavy.”
“You’re not heavy!” Retorted Sammy, “I think you’re hot! I like your body the way it is!”
Alexandria smiled appreciatively. Sammy approached for a kiss, at first she resisted but then she complied. It was a short, but very sweet kiss.
“That’s it for tonight, if you want more, you’ll have to come back!” She announced. “I really had fun with you, Sammy.”
“And I had fun with you.”
“Good night.”
“Good night!”
To Be Continued...
Last edited by Canuck33 on Sat Sep 14, 2013 4:00 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tainted Love (F/m)

Post by cloud » Sat Nov 17, 2012 3:20 pm

Loved reading this, I cant wait for the next section to come out and to see what alex dose to him
Oh, a TUG! Do I have to play alone?
First Fictional Story (chapters 0-18): Moved Closer by Bondage