Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby Canuck33 » Sat Jan 11, 2014 8:06 am

BAD ROMAN

Their lunch date was a delightful little trip, but it could’ve been a little longer, thought Chris. Roman looked shifty the entire time, and Chris couldn’t tell whether it was nervousness or watching the clock. He found it difficult to openly discuss anything TUG related. Besides, he didn’t know Roman quite that well and didn’t want to embarrass him, so they decided to leave the weekend open and discuss the details later.

Excellent, thought Chris. This was really getting serious.

On Friday at 8:00 pm, the boys decided to meet at the mall and head to Chris’s house from there. His parents were away on a date night, and his little sister Mimi went to an all-ages party with her circle of friends.
“Sounds sketchy…” said Chris to his parents. “All-ages, does that mean you get 15 year old girls dancing with a bunch of creepy middle-aged dudes?”
“Don’t be silly, Chrissy,” snapped his mother. Chris hated being called ‘Chrissy’. “They are all going to be around Mimi’s age, maybe a little older. And Mimi, remember sweetie, if somebody offers you a free drink, don’t take it! Okay?”
“Yeah Mimi, especially if it’s green, that stuff is not going to be Kool-Aid.”
“Shut up, Chrissy Sissy!”
“Mimi Pissy!”
“Guys!” yelled their father. “Grow up! Especially you, Chris! You’re nineteen; you’re supposed to be an adult!”
“Sorry, dad.”
“Alright, I will most likely see you guys tomorrow morning. Mimi, don’t walk from the pub, get a ride. And Chris - please don’t burn the house down.”

With Chris’s parents somewhere in the downtown area (probably the movies, that’s where they went on every date night) and Mimi out on her dubiously-titled all-ages party, Chris had the entire house to himself, at least for a few hours. Mimi said something about a sleepover, and his parents said that they will not be back until around midnight, which meant Roman would have to be absolutely silent once Chris’s parents are back, because nobody knew he was there. Chris told his parents he will be hanging out with Jane (whom his parents naively believed was still his girlfriend) and Roman told his parents he was going to the same pub night as Mimi. Neither guy was open about being gay, especially not Roman. So if they happened to get caught, even if they were completely clothed, even if they weren’t making out…well, they were still two grown guys tying each other up. They would have to answer lots of uncomfortable questions.

“So remember, Roman, if you hear the bell ring, assume it’s my parents or my sister. Don’t make a peep!”
“I got it,” said Roman. They stopped by the food court to eat some burgers, walked around the stores for a few minutes and headed to Chris’s house.
It was a modest, but neatly manicured split-level home with grey stucco walls, a two-car garage and a large lawn. “My bedroom is in the back of the house,” explained Chris, “and it’s the furthest from the main entrance, so if my parents come in, we’ll have plenty of time.”
“That’s cool,” said Roman. “Do you have a TV in your bedroom?”
“I have a large-screen laptop, does that count?” asked Chris.
“Emmm…”
“I have a NetFlix account, if that’s what you’re looking for.”
“Oooh! AWESOME!” Roman yelped enthusiastically. That’s when Chris realized that his friend’s normally deep, masculine voice always cracked into a girly screech whenever he was excited about something.
“And you want people to think you’re straight…” he shook his head.
“Sorry…”
“Nothing to be sorry about, I think you’re adorable.” Oops, was that too much?
Roman smiled. Was that an embarrassed smile? Chris could not tell.

“Well here we are, my friend! Welcome to my kingdom! Hope you enjoy your stay, because this is the cleanest it’s been for ages!” Chris ushered Roman into his bedroom. His normally chaotic bedchambers were now perfectly organized, all dirty socks and underwear removed, the carpet thoroughly vacuumed and the bed sheets neatly stretched. On his computer desk, Chris had several colourful strands of rope (including the ones Roman used on him at the park), a roll of duct tape, some blue electric tape (nothing wrong with adding a colour scheme), bandanas, a black sleeping mask, and a pair of pink fur-lined metal handcuffs. He noticed Roman eyeing the handcuffs weirdly.
“I...got the handcuffs on sale,” admitted Chris. “I wanted black but they didn’t have any.”
“Dude, if your parents ever go through your stuff, you’re dead!”
“You keep forgetting I’m 19, buddy. My parents can’t ‘kill me’ or ground me, I’ll just move out. I could move anytime I wanted.”
“Really?” asked Roman with a raised eyebrow.
Sneakily, Chris kissed him square on the lips. “Yes.”
“And you want people to think you're straight..."
“Uh, look who’s talking! Now, have a sit, boy, because tonight you’re mine!” Chris pulled his desk chair and motioned for Roman to sit down.
“Take off your socks first,” he added.
Reluctantly, Roman removed his socks and placed them underneath the desk. Like his friend, he was wearing tight-fitting blue jeans and a light-coloured t-shirt. The jeans were slightly uncomfortable for bondage, but Chris knew Roman wouldn’t feel comfortable taking them off just yet.
“Alright, now put your hands together behind the chair,” commanded Chris. Roman obeyed and let his dominator bind his wrists with the furry handcuffs. He felt Chris’s hands fumbling until the handcuffs clicked into place. They were surprisingly tight.
“These handcuffs don’t get tighter, do they?” He asked.
“Only if you start struggling; I’m not even done yet,” answered Chris, and then added, “You look so cute, Roman.”
Roman sat there, silently, thinking about an answer. Before he had a chance to speak, Chris shoved a thick bandana against his mouth, muffling him. “Be silent, fair prince,” Chris whispered, “save your energy, you will need it.” He realized Roman was breathing heavily.
“Are you ok? Do you want out?”
“Nnnno Um Feiine,” he mumbled through his bandana. Chris resumed and tied the bandana behind his head, the same way he was gagged several days earlier.
Chris checked to see Roman was breathing fine and wasn’t panicking. To his surprise, Roman was not only perfectly calm in his predicament; his jeans seemed to be rising around his pelvic region.
“You really like this, don’t you??”
“Mhm!” mumbled Roman.
“Well then, I don’t think that gag is tight enough. You can still talk, kinda. Here, let me fix it!” Chris picked the duct tape roll and wrapped it over the bandana, then twice around Roman’s head. He wrapped the second round slowly and carefully, making sure it was pulled taut. The bandana was thick enough that very little tape was applied directly on his hair. Besides, Roman’s hair was cut very short, so even if several hairs got caught in the tape, pulling it off would hurt very little.

“There! That’s what I call a real gag!” Roman exclaimed, clearly impressed with his handiwork. Roman moaned in agreement. The bump in his jeans was getting ever more prominent.
“Do you want me to do something about that?” asked Chris. He rubbed Roman’s jeans, very gently, eliciting moans of pleasure from the bound boy. “Hmppp! Hmmfffffff…”
“You like that! Who would’ve thought? Hahahaha!” Chris found himself truly enjoying the situation. Realizing they had several hours together (if not the whole night), Chris decided a good movie was in order.
“Do you wanna watch a movie?” he asked as he continued immobilizing Roman by wrapping the long rope around his torso, knotting it behind the chair. He then reinforced the rope with the blue electric tape, which he bought specifically for this occasion. Chris loved electric tape. He was planning to buy one of each colour of the rainbow!
“Mhm!” Roman moaned enthusiastically. He already gave up on his ability to formulate sentences.
“Good! I have a perfect movie for the occasion,” Chris smiled. He must’ve wrapped about 15 rounds of electric tape around Roman. It looked messy, but at least it was (very) tight. Roman wasn’t going anywhere.

Chris turned on his laptop and browse through his Netflix favourites. “This movie is excellent, but it’s a little old,” he pointed with his cursor to a French film called “C.R.A.Z.Y”.
“It’s a coming of age story about a gay boy in 1970’s and 80’s Quebec. Oh and the main actor is really good looking! Kinda looks like you with long hair, actually…” he laughed. “So what do you say?”

“That was a rhetorical question, by the way.”

Chris brought another chair from Mimi’s room and sat right next to his bound friend. He started the movie, and tentatively placed him arm around Roman. Gladly, Roman didn’t object.
“I’m soooo glad I met you, Roman,” said Chris as he started to cuddle, “We have so much in common. I promise I’ll make you happy.” Merely thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang.
“Shit! It’s my parents,” said Chris apologetically. “Do you mind if I pause the movie?”
Chris moaned, but it didn’t really make a difference. Clearly, Chris would’ve paused it regardless.
“And just to make sure you don’t try anything…” he picked up the black, satin sleep mask and covered Roman’s eyes, leaving him blindfolded, gagged and tightly bound to the chair.
*Ding!* the doorbell rang again.
“I’m coming!” yelled Chris.

“Hey honey,” it was his mother; dad was waiting in the car. “I just need to go get toothbrushes, my night creams and some soap for tomorrow. Your grandma wanted to converse after the film, and she insisted we stay over at her place. She already made the guest bedroom, so she couldn’t say no…” his mother’s voice trailed off as she rushes to the master bedroom to pick up the said items.
“What are you doing right now, anyways?”
“Um…I was just watching Netflix,” admitted Chris. He was telling the truth! “I think I’ll stay home tonight, I’m feeling kinda tired. I’ll just watch movies and play some guitar.”
His mother turned around and nodded. “Good, good. Well, there’s lots of food in the fridge, and some milk and eggs for tomorrow morning, but we’re be back pretty soon, probably around 9 am.” She walked to the master bedroom, passing by Chris’s closed room. It wasn’t locked.
Chris’s heart skipped a beat. Roman was still in there, bound gagged and blindfolded. His mother had no business walking in his room, but if she did, that wouldn’t be pretty.
“Sweetie, did you see my anti-wrinkle night cream?” She asked from the master bedroom.
“No mom! I don’t use it!” He said. What kind of question is that? ‘Please, please don’t go in,’ he said to himself.
“I probably left it in the big bathroom,” she rushed to the said location. Chris heard the clamour of metal. “There it is! Sorry about that, honey,” she rushed back to the main entrance. Chris breathed out heavily, relieved she didn't barge into his bedroom. She opened the door and kissed her son on the cheek. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning. Don’t forget to text Mimi and ask where she is!”
“I won’t! Bye mom!”
“Bye,” she closed the door and left.

So it was happening. Chris and Roman had the ENTIRE night to themselves, and the fun was just getting started…

TO BE CONTINUED…
Suggestions are welcome, thank you for reading!
Last edited by Canuck33 on Sun Jan 12, 2014 5:25 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby Lake Lover » Sat Jan 11, 2014 11:16 am

PHEW!!

Kind of a close call with Chris's mom's unexpected return. Now that the stage is well set for a fun night with Roman, the only nagging uncertainty facing Chris is the indeterminate eventual return of Mimi. Let the games begin..

Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby NemesisPrime » Sat Jan 11, 2014 6:59 pm

This is gonna be fun.

I hope Roman will turn the tables on Chris!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby Canuck33 » Sun Jan 12, 2014 9:55 am

Oh Rest assured that he will. You just wait.

PART 2 - CONCLUSION

Chris waited until he heard his father’s Ford Countie Squire driving away, and then sprinted back to his bedroom. Roman was still sitting on the chair, his hands bound tightly with these fuzzy pink handcuffs, rope trussed around his torso and reinforced with blue electric tape. He was also gagged and blindfolded, and was wiggling uncomfortably by now.
“You just wait, I’m not done with you,” whispered Chris menacingly.
He applied some electric tape to Roman’s ankles, right over his blue jeans, and bound them to the legs of the chair so he wouldn’t be able to wiggle them. He then tied rope around his knees, also binding them to the chair, and did the same to his thighs. Roman was now bursting with his passion…
“Yeah, I knew you wouldn’t object to more rope, you weirdo,” Chris chuckled. He only meant it affectionately. Clearly, he was at least as much of a weirdo as Roman.
“Well, I guess you can’t watch the movie with this thing on,” he said and removed the sleep mask from Roman’s eyes, but the tape and bandana remained in his mouth.
“Ughhh!”
“Nope, that stays on,” announced Chris. Roman simply looked too adorable gagged like that. And besides, this wasn’t the time for small talk. “Do you want to keep watching the movie?”
Again, that was a rhetorical question.

About another forty minutes into the movie, Roman started moaning uncontrollably.
“Roman, be quiet, seriously!” snaps Chris. But the moaning continues. Then Chris looks at the clock and realizes Roman has been gagged for over an hour. “Alright, we’re gonna have a little break,” he said.
Carefully, Chris peeled the duct tape off Roman’s face (ripping a few hairs in the process, but since they were very short, it was more of a mild sting than serious pain) and untied the bandana.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
Roman exercised his jaw a bit. “Great! It wasn’t too painful, but I was getting thirsty.”
“Be careful what you ask for, I might not let you go to the bathroom later.”
Roman scowled.
“I’m just kidding. Do you want some apple juice?”
“Yeah, apple juice sounds great!” Roman responded. “Can I have something to eat too?”

Chris returned with a tall glass of orange juice and a bag of chips. He gently brought the glass to Roman’s lips. “Um, dude, I got no hands.”
“I know,” said Roman brightly, “that means you’re gonna have to trust me.”
“Really?!” Roman seemed annoyed. He wasn’t expecting this.
“Mhm, really. This is what I like to call ‘male bonding’.”
“You’re a pervert, you know that?!”
“So are you! Now do you still want your juice, or would you rather go thirsty all night?”
Reluctantly, Roman tipped his head back and allowed Chris to quench his thirst. Chris tipped the glass very slowly, allowing Roman to savour the juice in small amounts.
“There, that’s enough for now, no bathroom breaks until the movie ends,” Chris declared as he put the glass down on his desk. Roman wasn’t sure if he was being serious. “You wanna share some bacon Ruffles?”
It was strange, feeding a grown boy while he tied up to his desk chair. Were they truly bonding? Chris started thinking. ‘Damn, these are tasty chips,’ the meaty flavour of the Ruffles quickly overcame his thoughts. Despite their trim, muscular figures, both boys had voracious appetites, especially Roman. Chris was shocked to see him downing two burgers with fries at Checkers, yet he was still skinny, bordering on underweight.
“Alright boy, leave some for later! Let’s continue the movie.”
The rest of the film went by quickly, with Roman asking to be fed by whimpering loudly (despite not being gagged anymore) and eyeing either the chips or the orange juice glass. Occasionally, Chris made comments about how Raymond (one of Zac’s brothers) had it coming, how Zac could’ve handled his situation differently, and that Zac’s father was secretly a bisexual dungeon master and was over-compensating by being a homophobe.

When the movie ended, Chris slowly removed the tape and rope binding Roman (not all at once, but rather in steps, in order for Roman to truly savour his freedom) and asked what he thought of the movie. “I loved it!” Roman replied while elbows were detached from one another, “I didn’t realize France was so…homophobic back then. It really makes you think how far we’ve come. Or they’re come.”
“Also don’t forget that Zac’s dad is a police guy and he was really conservative,” Chris added. “And really, some places in America haven’t really advanced that much in terms of gay rights.”
“Yep, that’s true.”
Chris and Roman must’ve been discussing the movie for about an hour before Chris changed the course of conversation. He has already released Roman’s handcuffs, but Roman was still sitting on the chair, his legs still bound to it.
“You know, you can untie yourself now…” Chris trailed off.
“Oh right!” Roman was so engulfed in the conversation he totally forgot his hands were no longer tied up. Or perfect, he enjoyed being tied up so much that he didn’t want it end? Chris thought. Slowly, he untied the ropes around his thighs and knees and removed the tape over his jeans.
“I need to go call my sister,” Chris declared, “can you wait for a second?” Roman nodded.

It turned out Mimi was hanging out with her friends Yolanda and Janet at the former’s house, and she won’t be coming back until tomorrow evening. She was probably going to get drunk, if she wasn’t already, he assumed. But at least
“Well? What’s the situation?”
Chris had a wide grin on his face. “We’re home alone, baby.”
“Awesome!” Roman yelled, the duct tape roll clutched in his hand. “Do you have any saran wrap?”
Roman decided that nothing would make him happier than mummifying Chris.
“Just don’t wrap the face,” Chris warned.
“Heh? But you just gagged and blindfolded me, how is this different?”
“It’s different because…that was a repercussion,” explained Chris. “Besides you were only blindfolded for like two minutes!”
“Repercussion? Repercussion for what?!”
It turned out Chris was still a little scared about surrendering his senses. After a long period of persuasion, Chris agreed to be blindfolded, but not gagged.
“How about gagged but only for a few minutes?” asked Roman.
“If I’m gagged, then I can’t be blindfolded.” Damn, he was really making this difficult.
Roman thought about it, and then decided on blindfolded, but not gagged. However, he knew that once Chris was wrapped in saran and tape, he’d be able to do anything to him.

As another repercussion, Chris locked his bedroom before allowing Roman to proceed. Even though his computer was already password-protected (he had thousands of bondage-related images and several stories that were of questionable nature), Chris didn’t want Roman going through his wardrobe.
“Just a warning, if you try anything funny, my uncle will sue your skinny ass,” Chris promised.
“What do you think I’m gonna do, rob you?!” asked Roman. Chris wanted to say ‘yes’, but then decided against it. He did a quick mental deduction. Even if Roman managed to tie him well, which he doubted, it would probably take Chris about five, maybe ten minutes to escape, or at least gain partial mobility. If push came to shove, Chris was definitely stronger than his friend. He had four years of self-defence training, a larger upper body and a lower centre of gravity, and Roman was little more than a twig.
“Alright, do your worst.”

Chris stood straight as Roman unravelled the saran wrap, starting with his legs and making his way up. Chris noticed that Roman bound his legs together, rather than wrapping each leg separately first. ‘Amateur,’ he thought. Roman stopped to reinforce the wrap with duct tape around Chris’s ankles and knees. Again, it could’ve been done more effectively, but Chris didn’t care. He was merely excited to be tied up by this gorgeous guy.
“I wanna see some pictures later,” said Chris.
“Don’t worry, you will…” Roman snarled, letting his voice trail off. Chris was quite certain Roman was getting just as excited. He felt more saran wrap pressing against his jeans, his t-shirt, binding his torso, arms at his sides, all the way up his shoulders. Roman reinforced his artwork with duct tape around Chris’s chest and stomach. Chris was bound pretty tightly, but not so much that his breathing pattern was affected. Roman took a picture of Chris on his phone. His entire body was securely immobilized except his face.
“Not bad…” said Chris while trying to move his fingers. It was difficult. The saran wrap was pressing against pelvis, causing him the all-too-familiar discomfort he felt on the first occasion when he was tied in the park.
“I know eh?” Roman was clearly proud of his work. “Now I’m gonna try to get you lying on the floor, you’ll have to help me ok?”
“You mean, like the trust game?”

It was something like the trust game. Chris had to drop his weight completely backwards unto Roman, and hope that the skinny boy would be able to handle him. It took several tries, but Roman was surprisingly sturdy. Slowly, gently, he placed the bundled captive on the floor. Then he removed Chris’s socks.
“Nice feet, Chris.”
“Dude, if you think for one second I’m gonna let you tickle me…STOP! Ahhh…” it was too late. Roman was having an all-out attack on Chris’s pink feet, making him laugh hysterically and squirm in his bonds.
“Hehehe, I wish I had a feather,” said Roman mockingly.
“You bastard! I’m gonna get you for this.”
“No you won’t! Well, not unless I let you,” said Roman. “You wanted a picture, right?” he took out his phone, and got several shots of Chris looking hilariously furious. “What’s this?” He had the sleep mask in his jeans pocket, a little wrinkled but still silky to the touch. “I think it’s time to say good night.”
“Go on, put this thing on me,” snarled Chris.
And he did. Chris was now blindfolded, for the first time. His pants grew tighter; he moaned.
“Well damn, you really like this, eh?”
“Mhm…” Chris moaned peacefully.
“Here, let me take another picture of you.”
*Click*.
Roman took the picture, and then remained silent. He wasn’t sure how to proceed.
“Roman?” asked Chris, a touch of helplessness in his voice. “Are you still there?”
“I’m still here, right beside you, buddy.”
“Okay, good.” Chris’s voice was getting breathy, almost distant. “I just wanted you to know I’m having a really great time with you, you’re a great guy.”
“Really?” Roman felt something, a tugging sensation.
“Yes, really. I feel…I want to be your slave, Roman. I want you to kiss me and touch me.”
“Right now?”
“Yes, right now.”
Reluctantly, Roman dropped to the floor and brushed his lips against Chris’s blindfold, teasing him. “I’m right here, baby.”“I know. Please kiss me.”
And they kiss for what felt like half an hour until Roman broke off. “I need to untie you, man. Do you have scissors?”
“Of course I have scissors! Do you think I’m a hobo? Check in the right hand cabinet.”

Roman found the scissors and starting cutting the top part of the saran wrap, very careful not to damage Chris’s t-shirt. To his surprise, Chris managed to make holes through the saran wrap, and after a few powerful stretches completely broke free, removed the blindfolded and free himself completely.
“Dude, you need to use more than one layer,” he said.
“I didn’t want to waste more saran wrap…” Roman insisted. Chris glared at him. His green eyes sparkled.
“It’s getting late, we need to make some sleeping arrangements. Come back to my bedroom.”
“Already?”
“We don’t have to sleep right away, just set things up.”
Chris let Roman change into his pajamas, a very old gray t-shirt and black gym shorts. Chris merely took off his jeans, and remained in his white t-shirt and light-blue boxers.
“I like to sleep in my undies, I hope you don’t mind,” he said. He fought the urge to remove his shirt, fearing things would escalate beyond control. “And here’s the thing: This bed can only accommodate one person.”
“Can we…”
“Nope, I can’t sleep when I’m touching someone else.” Chris insisted. “You can have the bed.”
“Where will you sleep?” asked Roman. Chris opened his wardrobe and removed a blue sleeping bag.
“I just need a pillow, that’s all.”
“Nooo, I don’t feel comfortable taking your bed,” Roman insisted. “How about this, we toss a coin, whoever gets tails gets the sleeping bag, heads gets the bed?”
“I…really like that idea!” beamed Chris. He unpacked the sleeping bag, examining its smooth, squishy surface, and decided it could easily be turned into bondage equipment. He must’ve had at least a few dozen pictures of sleeping bag bondage on his hard drive.
“How about whoever gets tails gets to be tied in the sleeping bag all night?”
Roman seemed just as enthusiastic about the idea as Chris. Roman took out a quarter, tossed it and…
Heads.
“Alright dude, show me your hands.”

Chris was about to protest, but rules were rules. “Can you let me get in first?”
He unzipped the sleeping bag and slid his legs inside, feeling the cool fabric against his bare skin. He let Roman bind his hands in front of his body with rope and handcuffs, then tie additional rope around his torso before sliding further in the sleeping bag so only his head was exposed.
“Sleep mask time!” yelled Roman, surprised at how willing Chris was to be blindfolded again. “There, now you’re ready to go to sleep.”
“We’re not going to sleep yet, it’s barely midnight.”
“Well, I’m not, but you are!” Roman yelled again. To Chris’s surprise, he pulled the sleeping bag over his head and tied the cord until Chris was totally swallowed inside.
“Boy in a bag, how cute,” uttered Roman, “can you get out?”
“I can try,” said Chris, his voice a little muffled. He was thrashing around the bag, desperate to get the handcuffs off, but to no avail. “I don’t know, you tie me up pretty good.”
“Well, you don’t mind if I have some fun with you while you’re all…tied in the bag, do you?” asked Roman. “I don’t want you feeling lonely in there. Hehehehehe”.
With Chris’s help, Roman picked him up, spun him, starting whacking him with pillows (Chris protested at that and tried fighting back, only to topple over aimlessly), took some pictures and teased him further about being tied up. Eventually Roman got tired of this silliness. “I’m going to sleep, yo,” he announced, “I’ll just turn off the light first. Not that it would make a difference to you, being already blindfolded and tied in a bag…ha!” The joke was getting lame, but Roman couldn’t help himself.

Chris was falling tired too, but he couldn’t tell what time it was, or whether he was still in his room. He was so disoriented, and by this point, the novelty of being tied inside his sleeping bag has worn off. He was surprised when the top finally came untied, and the blindfold removed from his eyes. He breathed heavily.
“Did you think I was going to leave you like that all night?” asked Roman, a little offended. Honestly, Chris didn’t know the answer. Smilingly, Roman tied the sleeping bag around Chris’s shoulders, put a comfortable pillow underneath his head, and kissed him on the lips.
“Good night, Chris.”

The next morning, Chris awoke to the sound of the door opening. It was 11:00am, and his parents were back. Quickly, he wiggled his way to Roman, woke him up (quite harshly) and demanded to be untied. As soon as he was released, he packed all he Roman’s belongings, threw his shoes at him and sneaked him out through the back door, careful not to be seen by his mother. Luckily, the back door remained open overnight, so they didn’t make any noise. As soon as Roman snuck out, Chris turned to the kitchen, and greeted his mother.
“Good morning, honey!” She said with a kiss. “We just watched The King’s Speech. Oh, you wouldn’t believe what a great movie! You have to see it!”
“That’s great, mom.”
“So how was your night, love?” She asked. “Sorry that you were left alone. Did you keep yourself occupied?”
“Um…yeah, I kept myself occupied, thanks for asking…” Chris answered. ‘You have no idea’.

THE END
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby xtc » Sun Jan 12, 2014 11:34 am

OK, that was fun. Thanks for sharing.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby canuck100 » Sun Jan 12, 2014 11:43 am

Great story! Loved it! I hope they'll have more TUG adventures.

Small detail: the great C.R.AZ.Y. movie is set in Quebec (the French-speaking part of Canada), not in France.

Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby NemesisPrime » Sun Jan 12, 2014 11:56 am

Great story!

Chris and Roman will make great boyfriends!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Jan 12, 2014 12:31 pm

Loved the sleeping bag bondage! :big:

canuck100 wrote:Small detail: the great C.R.A.Z.Y. movie is set in Québec, not in France.


Thanks for pointing this out :)
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Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby Canuck33 » Sun Jan 12, 2014 5:37 pm

Thanks indeed, canuck100! Are you Quebecois by any chance?

A little spoiler for NemesisPrime: Chris and Roman had to separate due to Roman having moved out to Australia. They remain good friends, though, and visit each other every summer. Chris spends the summer of his third year at North Bondi Beach (one of the world's most renowned gay beaches), where he works as a lifeguard with Roman. Yes, I've really thought out these two characters. Assuming there's continued interest, I will continue writing about the adventures of Chris and Roman. :quirk:
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby canuck100 » Sun Jan 12, 2014 6:49 pm

Canuck33 wrote:Thanks indeed, canuck100! Are you Quebecois by any chance?


Oui, I am. :)

Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Jan 12, 2014 8:07 pm

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Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby Canuck33 » Tue Jan 14, 2014 12:49 pm

Go Team Canada! cheers That is, if you guys aren't separatists.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby bondagefreak » Tue Jan 14, 2014 1:17 pm

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Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby Canuck33 » Tue Jan 14, 2014 1:29 pm

No problem. Sorry I brought this up. Please don't let that affect how you enjoy reading my stories!
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby FelixSH » Tue Jan 14, 2014 1:44 pm

Canuck33 wrote: Assuming there's continued interest, I will continue writing about the adventures of Chris and Roman. :quirk:


Please do, these two stories are very enjoyable. I´m all "Aww, so cute" while reading it.

Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby bondagefreak » Tue Jan 14, 2014 3:53 pm

Canuck33 wrote:No problem. Sorry I brought this up. Please don't let that affect how you enjoy reading my stories!


Don't be silly my friend ! :lol: You have nothing to apologise for and of course I will continue to follow and enjoy your stories :o Keep up the good work!
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Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby Canuck33 » Tue Jan 14, 2014 6:23 pm

Felix, this is as "cute" as Chris and Roman get, their adventures only become racier and raunchier as time passes.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby NemesisPrime » Tue Jan 14, 2014 7:38 pm

Canuck33 wrote:Felix, this is as "cute" as Chris and Roman get, their adventures only become racier and raunchier as time passes.

And I'm totally fine with that xD
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby Canuck33 » Wed Jan 15, 2014 12:55 pm

Nemesis, I figured you would be fine with that stuff :quirk: . Well, I started writing another Chris and Roman story called Naughty Car Wash, I hope to have most of it complete by Saturday. I'm a little busy during the week, so you'll have to wait because writing these stories can take a loooong time and lots of...inspiration. :mrgreen:
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Bad Roman (M/M)

Postby Canuck33 » Thu Jan 16, 2014 5:28 am

I lied. First part is out. Check it out and tell me what you think. Thanks. :big:
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.