Chapter 8 #2
I found it odd that he didn’t mention this during our plethora of late-night saucy chats.
I had found myself going down the same road with Luke as I did with Ben.
Luke and I had played out a number of scenarios that I probably should have thought through before meeting him, one involving a game of Russian Roulette, but with a Viagra pill; kind of like picking out something from a handful of sexual Revels and hoping for the best.
So, long story short, Luke had it in his head that I was fair game and I had led him to believe that he was correct to think that.
He excitedly gave me a tour of both of his flats. I popped my head into the dungeon flat and saw all manner of cages, stocks, crucifixes, benches, whips and a rack of metal tools that looked like different variations of nutcrackers. In a way, I suppose some of them probably were nutcrackers.
As he walked over to a studded leather suitcase, I took that opportunity to drop Finn a pin… just in case.
He flipped the case open to reveal a muddled mountain of sex toys.
The contents were arranged almost like a fan-built Game of Thrones chair.
First, he pulled out a fistful of condoms, followed by a bottle of lube, followed by what looked like about thirty metres of rope to the untrained eye then after asking me if I was okay to play, he asked me to strip.
Was I okay to play? Sure, I was. We’d discussed boundaries during our text chats, so I was… excited to embark upon this journey.
A smile crept onto his face, but before I could say or do anything else, he cupped my face, adding a playful, low snarl.
“You sure you’re good?” he asked.
I nodded like a busy woodpecker.
We had already whispered our recent sexual history to each other on the way here and therefore decided we were hot to trot, so Luke undid my belt, which was the catalyst for me to pull my trousers, underpants and socks off in one slick, smooth action.
We had upgraded from virtually no eye-contact whatsoever to intense predator-prey like stares. Wasting no more time, he started to tie each of my limbs to the posts of his Gothic metal bedframe.
“Just liked we talked about, right?” he whispered. “What do you want your safe word to be?”
Safeword? Now, I’d heard about these through other people I’d been chatting to. I thought it would be easy to come up with a catchy one, but at the moment, there was too much going on in my head to think of one, so I went with the first thing I saw in the room.
“Peroni?”
Luke smiled and without saying another word, he disappeared out of the room to get changed, presumably into something rubber that I saw him snatch out of the suitcase. Oh, I didn’t miss a trick, me.
He disappeared for what was beginning to seem like an unreasonable amount of time.
Time ticked on as I lay there alone, thoughts of serial killers dominating my thoughts.
It was unsettling to say the least––especially whilst he had me tied to a medieval looking bed with what looked like thirty metres of rope to the untrained eye.
I cursed at how trusting I had somehow become of these cyber strangers.
It was amazing how the hope of a bit of debauchery could warrant such flippant faith in someone.
This was a human being that I’ve just met and I’ve let him render me utterly helpless.
What on earth was I thinking of? Oh yeah, sex.
He returned wearing a rather fetching rubber vest and shorts, accompanied by ankle boots, which clacked on the wooden floor as he walked towards me.
The clacking was sadly devout of any rhythm, sounding like a novice castanet player warming up for their first gig.
He then sat on the edge of the bed and said:
“Now somebody’s been a very naughty boy, haven’t they?”
That old classic. I presumed that my rapidly erecting cock was adding to my naughtiness, fuelling the impending scenario, but I didn’t care.
He sighed through his nose and walked over to the far wall, where there was an array of assorted spanking implements hanging from a bespoke rail.
He sexily ran his hand across them then turned and waggled his eyebrows at me.
This place was loaded with gear and exactly how I would have imagined Ben’s bedroom to be like.
Still in silence, save for the echoing footsteps, he went over to a cabinet that contained yet more sex toys and pulled out a really fun-looking silver vibrating butt plug.
“Oh, hello,” I chirped.
Luke loosened the ropes around my wrists a tad, then untied my legs and threw the ropes over the upper bedframe, hoisting my legs so that they were raised above my head.
He pulled a loose drawer out from under the bed, grabbed a lube dispenser and moistened the butt-plug so it looked like an oily porpoise.
Now, of course, I’ve always been dolphin friendly…
“I think you know what’s next,” he said .
I nodded excitedly as a black latex medical glove snapped on to his hand, the sound making the tip of my cock weep and throb excitedly.
I watched expectantly as he started to lube the fingers of the glove, when suddenly, there was a door slam.
“Hey!” shouted a voice through the door.
Annoying doesn’t even come close.
“Uh-oh, my flat-mate’s back. He’s obviously had a shit date as well,” said Luke.
I paused.
“Hang on. What do you mean ‘as well’?”
In all honesty, he had a point.
Luke froze.
“Actually, he might fancy joining us. I’ll go and get him, shall I? It’d be a shame to waste that magnificent beast,” he said, giving me a gentle stroke, and a hungry lick of the lips.
I nodded enthusiastically. Suddenly, I was on for my first ever threesome. This was to be the Halley’s Comet of my sex life.
Luke seemed pretty confident that his flatmate would join in, and when he left the room, I flailed my arms excitedly. Well, as much as I could, tied to a gothic bedframe.
The door opened and Luke came back into the room smiling, followed by his flatmate, whose face burst into laughter when he made eye-contact with me.
“Gotcha!”
My expression turned wide-eyed. BEN?
Oh dear.
“Do you know what? I thought I recognised that spanking paddle,” I said, nodding over to the Game of Thrones chair.
Ben looked at Luke .
“Oh, do you know each other?” asked Luke, sarcastically.
“Yeah, we were supposed to be shagging tonight, but apparently, he had the shits,” Ben replied, again, sarcastically.
“Now, I didn't actually say that,” I interjected.
“You are seriously terrible at serial-dating. If you're gonna lie, then at least do your homework. Don’t end up with the flatmate of the person you’ve just blown out. Schoolboy error,” said Ben.
“It was you he was texting in the pub, wasn’t it?”
Ben nodded.
“How was I supposed to know? I mean, sorry. Oh, I genuinely don't know what to say, I really don’t…” I said, totally devoid of any etiquette, and forever growing more conscious of my predicament of still having my legs strung up to the upper bedframe.
“Well, if you'd looked at Luke’s profile properly, you’d see that there’s a picture of us both on there. In fact, there are two. The other one, I cropped for my main pic,” said Ben, taking out his phone and flicking through his pictures.
“Oh yeah,” I said in a musical tone of inappropriate merriment.
It was the picture of Ben with the spanking paddle. In the background was the bed that I was currently hanging from.
“I think we should teach him a lesson. Where’s his phone?” asked Luke, sifting through the pockets of my jeans on the floor.
“Whoa… what?” I screamed, panicked.
Ben did a double-take as Luke continued rummaging and found my phone, which didn't have a passcode on it for laziness reasons. He sparked up the camera and took a picture of me that wouldn't have looked out of place in a Chinatown restaurant window.
Ben looked on quizzically, clearly wondering what on earth Luke was up to.
“Ah. There she is: Mum Mobile,” Luke sang.
Then I twigged.
“Ah, man… please, no!”
“Too late,” said Luke, with a satisfied, pursed smile.
“No!” screamed Ben, sounding a lot like Luke Skywalker finding out who his father is, as he realised far too late what had happened.
The rage I felt at this dick move almost made my head explode.
“You fucking top tier twat. You can do whatever you like to humiliate me, but don’t involve my mum. She’s got fucking cancer,” I shouted.
Luke looked sheepishly at Ben, but Ben raised his palms and looked towards me, mortified on Luke’s behalf.
I flopped down onto the bed. Well, as much as I could with my legs dangling above my head.
They both quickly released me from my predicament and Luke picked up my clothes and handed them to me, his head hanging in shame.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t-”
“Save it,” I interrupted and fumbled through my jeans to try and find a missing sock, but to no avail.
I stood up and looked at them both, standing there as if they had been called to the headmaster’s office. I tutted and stormed off down the hallway.
Ben followed me, leaving Luke looking forlorn in the master bedroom.
“I’m so sorry about him. He’s a bit highly strung. ”
I fumbled, trying to put my jacket on, Ben’s apology calming me down a little.
“A bit like I was when I was on that bed back then, eh?” I replied, humour creeping its way back into my psyche.
Ben laughed as I opened the door to leave.
“You gonna be okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll call an Uber outside. I just need to get out of here.”
“Fair enough. I’ll text you.”
And so, I exited the dungeon of doom, one sock worse off. I took my phone out to call an Uber and helplessly watched the 1% battery graphic disappear into a rotating wheel of death.