Roommate Seduced Into One Night of Bondage

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Roommate Seduced Into One Night of Bondage

PORTLAND, MAINE

Bondage and discipline is not one of my passions, but a passing interest that I got the chance to find out more about in the early to mid 1990's when I was living in a house in The Woodford's Section of Portland, Maine near East Deering High School somewhere off of Ocean Avenue.

Living there was like living at a bar as it was open 24-7 and there was always something interesting going on:

roommates being threatened with knives or guns, fist fights breaking out at any time of the day or night and lots and lots of sucking and fucking, as well as, verbally abusive arguments going on every day of the week.

It was like living at the O.K. Coral out West, except that the O.K. Coral had come to Irving Street and it was downright dangerous living, but, if you are a dysfucktional Sex Addict, you get used to living this way after a while.

Butt, I wouldn't recommend it for norml and sane people.

The energy in the air was tense and you could sense that something was not right with the owner, Carlos who lived there as he refused to do much of anything but to badly manage a dysfucktional home with dysfucktional roommates.

He mostly refused to want to argue with anyone even though he would start most of the arguments himself and he did not seem to want to take responsibility for the situations he created around him; even though, he loved money from any source he could find it to keep his house solvent and from going into bankruptcy.

However, if it involved doing the right thing, most of the time he would do the wrong thing as he refused to listen to any of my or anyone else’s solid business advice.

However, this bitch’s problem was that he was too much of a cheap vile disgusting money laundering whore whose sole interest in life was to be an uptight Victorian Queen who lived to set people off regularly.

Well, he was a man, but a bitch nevertheless.

His name was Carlos, moron of the century.

He had many Co-conspirators in crime, come to think of it, Crime Think Inc.

I was one of his conspirators.

You’re right, it sucked for me, but it takes two to commit a crime and since I don’t know the meaning of the word, ‘No’, you can see why I fell into his ugly claptrap most of the time.

One night, my landlord and “Master”, Carlos, 38 and our HIV + roommate, Juan who had just turned21that night, got to feeling restless and the time was right for me and I felt like playing around with both of these bitches, one hot (Juan) and the other as crazy as a shit-house rat or a loon (Carlos), so I casually mentioned to them, after Juan had made some caustic remark about getting into my pants, that I wanted to be bound and gagged.

The landlord, Carlos, just looked at me and laughed.

Juan

just rolled his eyes in the back of his head, sighed and quipped like he usually did, "I don't think that you could handle either one of us tonight, Pig Boy!,” before I even got the last word out of my mouth to take advantage of the house being quiet with the rest of our roommates having gone to bed or their being at work or someplace else for the evening.

It seems that Carlos, Juan and myself liked each other for the moment and were satisfied to be in one another’s company, so much so that the topic of bondage and discipline could be broached and explored.

I felt stupid to even bring up the subject but I wanted to experiment with being tied up, bound and gagged, and told to do what I was born to do with human beings:

grovel for my next scrap of bread and water.

So, I seized the opportunity and said to Juan, "Boy, I'd sure like to get tied up and gagged as I have never done that before in my life." Carlos, the landlord said rather crudely and half serious but in a mocking tone, "That could easily be arranged."

I looked at both of them and tried to stifle an audible but nervous laugh.

They gave each other the ‘I don’t know what to do look but I am game if you are game look.’

I felt like maybe I should just run and hide but I stood my ground.

And then I said,

"And, what are you guys going to do to make me have a good time, huh?" half joking and half-hoping that someone would make the next move.

And then Carlos came over to me and put his right hand over my mouth with his left hand at the back of my neck and said in a more serious tone, "Shut up you Bitch."

I tried to take his hand off of my mouth but it was of no use.

It was then that I knew that the tides had turned and that maybe just maybe I would get some action and leave as a satisfied camper who knew his place in the world of faggots who

knew better than to put up with my shit.

I looked at Carlos and picked up a blue rubber ball that was on the floor and said, "Why don't you just blindfold me and as long as you two don't do anything against my consent and it's safe, I'm game.

The code word is yellow."

Juan just looked at me and scoffed without saying a word.

Then he looked at Carlos and the both of them giggled like little schoolgirls up to mischief and no good.

I was their sorry ass victim.

Just being there gave me a hard on.

They knew they had me.

Juan looked at me again and said, "Oh Ashley, I don't think that you could handle the two of us tying you up and telling you what to do.

You would probably freak out and that would be the end of it.

And, of course, there is the matter of getting you to keep your mouth shut.

However, we could make it worth your while and you would find out what you are made of.

Who knows, maybe you are a man after all.

But then again, maybe you are just a pussy boy.

Who really knows with you?

It is hard to tell with a boy like you.”

I shot back looks that could kill and said, "You're on!!!

What do you guys want me to do?", with a quizzical look on my face.

I felt confused and like maybe I shouldn’t be doing something like this.

After all, I was raised to be a devout Catholic who lived an uptight life and who never played with himself, ever and who just kept his mouth shut and did what he was told to do.

Like a good little dysfucktion juncktion boy does.

And, we all know how well Catholicism has worked out for everybody:

You can go blind from masturbating regularly, right?

Carlos and Juan looked at each other, laughed like they knew something that I did not know and Juan said, “Let's do it."

Carlos looked at me and said, "Lie down on my Queen Sized bed in my room and be quiet."

I said, "Yesss Sirrrrr!!!" laughing about this exciting situation that I seemed to find myself caught up in for the moment.

Juan said, "I'll go get that blindfold," which turned out to be a red hankie that smelled like it was sitting in the bottom of a laundry basket full of dirty clothes.

It smelled really stale and not raunchy like it used to be.

While Carlos and I sat on the bed talking about what to do, Juan came back into the room after a minute or two and announced that he had found the red bandanna and waved it all around like it was some kind of a flag or something.

I felt like I was on a ‘Ship of Fools’ or Pirates gone astray.

Then he said out loud and with a big smile on his face, "And, I've got some rope, too!", like he was some kind of a rodeo hand about to rope himself a steer, a human steer that is.

And then he announced, “We are also going to tie you up so you can't get away, Ashley."

Now I was beginning to shake and quake and get really nervous and sweat profusely like I had committed a major crime of passion.

I just looked at Juan with an astonished look on my face that said, "What have I just gotten myself into?"

And then I said,

"Oh, what the hell, I've got nowhere to go tonight, nowhere to hide and nothing to do and I may as well get this fantasy out of my way," like it was no big thing.

But it was a big thing as I had never done anything like this ever in my life and since I was raised by devout Catholics who believed in Jesus and going to hell for doing bad things, guilt, chastisement and disenfranchisement, I felt like I was doing the devil a big service tonight.

Fuck God.

What did he know about me anyways???

I was doing my self a big favor tonight and liberating my thoughts into physical reality.

No sooner had I said this, Carlos said, "Oh shut up and lie down on your back after you take off all of your clothes, Ashley."

I just looked at both of them, laughed and said, "Are you serious?" still mocking them but very serious in my tone of voice and body language.

I was game for anything that might involve a little bit of hanky panky.

Even if I didn’t get any hanky panky, maybe I would end up being used, messed up and abused and then I could get some sleep in the warmth of my cold bed for the night and wake up a refreshed camper or something like that ready to start another day of hell on earth.

After all, I have met enough people who claim that Hell is Earth.

They may be right from what I have experienced in my lifetime.

Juan just quipped, "What's the matter Ashley, are you chicken?"

I felt like a chicken with its' head cut off, but I did not care as I was going to have my way with these two men and enjoy my sexual freedom tonight even if I was a lot nervous about what was or was not going to happen.

At the very least I would leave knowing a little bit more about how to participate in B & D or S&M and to enjoy my self like a good little boy.

I said in a nervous tone of voice, "I-I-I don't think so!", not knowing what I was getting myself into. And then I said, "Where's that rope, huh, guys?” just to egg them on some more.

Carlos said, "Hurry up Ashley, we haven't got all night and time is a wasting.

Besides, I’ve got a dental appointment at 8:00 a.m. and I don’t want to miss it.

My tooth hurts and it needs to be fixed properly.

So, shut up and lie down after you take off your clothes.

DO IT NOW!!!" he said in a serious and a harsh tone of voice.

I said, "Yesss Sir!",

in a more serious tone of voice, but I still felt like I was half serious and half mocking them.

I couldn't take myself seriously, obviously, as I was usually afraid that no one else in the world would take me seriously, either.

I was sadly mistaken.

One should always believe in their self, no matter what.

Obviously, I did not believe in my self and I was playing a game of chicken tonight with two angry, pissed off and disgruntled queens.

I quickly began to shed my clothing starting with undoing my studded leather brown belt on my black leather pants and then I unbuttoned them and unzipped the leather and silver zipper to my pants and quickly pulled them down around my ankles and I felt silly because I had not yet taken off my smelly black boots so that I could pull off my tight leather pants.

I fell back on the bed and then both Carlos and Juan laughed heartily at me and said, “Come on and stop fooling around, Ashley.

You know you want whatever it is that we have to dish out at you.”

Carlos said, "Hurry up and take off your boots Ashley!!!"

And then he said, "You're too slow bitch!"

And then Juan snapped, "Come on you pansy boy, we haven't got all night," echoing Carlos' sentiments.

You could tell they were becoming agitated by the moment.

It sounded like my mouth was beginning to get to their ears.

You could see it in their eyes.

That was when Juan said, “Let us both help you out of the rest of your attire.”

And, Carlos just smiled at Juan and Juan smiled back at him.

Like they knew each other that well.

They both sounded desperate and horny.

That is just the way that I like my men:

hot, horny, desperate and very turned on.

Ready for anything.

Ready for action.

Ready to got at it at the drop of a hat.

Like being at the rodeo in Texas.

I felt like I had gotten in way over my head and like I had no idea what would happen next as I had initiated this whole scene without anyone else’ help.

That was a first for me.

Usually, it takes me forever to decide to do something and then to actually do something about what I want to do.

So much for being raised by a normal mother who was decisive and a nasty step-father who was also decisive but verbally and physically and emotionally abusive to children that weren't even his.

What a scandal waiting to happen.

It did not help that my stepfather was there with the belt in his hand letting my twin sister and I know who was the boss any chance he got.

And, lets’ not forget that forgettable mouth of his that never stopped berating us regularly before it usually got much worse.

Mustn’t forget that part of the equation.

But that is a story for another time and place.

You know they statistics and psychologists say the 85% of the world is full of Dysfucktion Junction People.

I prefer it the other way around:

normal if at all possible.

Next, Carlos and Juan quickly pulled off the left and then the right black Cowboy boot and the left leg of my jeans and then the right leg of my jeans off my lithe, smooth and muscular body.

It felt good to have the cool warm air of the house on my body, to get goose bumps all over my body, to feel naked and vulnerable at that point in time.

I watched both of them finish the job of trying to undress me and then sat back on the bed to see what Carlos and Juan would do next, not attempting to take off my underwear and my remaining dress shirt and undershirt.

Carlos said,

"Come on Ashley, take off your shirt next!"

We haven't got all night.

And then he slapped me hard on the right cheek of my face.

This time he meant it.

I quickly peeled off my white t-shirt and my Hanes undershirt and was left standing there only in my white Hanes underwear and my 24 carat gold chain with the letter ‘A’ for Asshole on it dangling around my neck.

I felt the cool blast of winter air come through the windows this late November and thought to myself, “We’re in for a Hellish winter for Portland, Maine.”

Both men looked at me like I was a piece of meat off the racks of Hollywood and Vine Streets in Hollywood, California and laughed and giggled like they were two little school girls who had just discovered something new and unusual.

I felt like some kind of a Circus Freak.

Nothing out of the ordinary for a boy like me.

Nothing out of the ordinary for a Circus Freak at Wranglem, Bentoff & Bullshit Inc. Circus.

I shot them looks that could kill and said, "So, what's next boys?" like I was Darilyn Dunroe in a high and sultry voice.

They both looked at each other and started whispering in each other's ears and Juan turned to me and said, "Take off that g-string you are wearing, Ashley, after you take off your underwear!”

I said, "You're kidding, right?"

And then Carlos said, "Hurry up and do it so we can proceed with the next stage of this game, Ashley.

This is a game you are playing, right Ashley?"

I replied, “I dunno.

Is it a game or is it real like the two of you seducing me and then torturing me and putting me through my paces?”

Carlos

looked at me and replied, “Shut up, Bitch!

You are our bitch.

So shut the fuck up!!!"

And, John said in a stern voice, “That’s right, SHUT UP BITCH.”

They were serious and getting more so by the moments that passed by.

I was having fun with these two bitches, my two bitches.

I then said, "O.k., o.k. boys, don't push me so fassst.

I'd like to enjoy this ride, you know?"

And then Carlos said, "We'll tell you when you can enjoy something or not."

And Juan just looked at Carlos and said, "Yeah."

I felt like I was in jail temporarily and there was nothing I could do because if I tried to escape they would mock me and laugh at me and I wouldn't get what I wanted: an experience in Bondage and Discipline.

Who knows, they might have even strong-armed me into doing exactly what I thought I wanted and more if I tried to escape.

Running away from the situation could have made things much, much worse, but I decided not to push the boundaries too much or else risk being really tied down and used and abused like the whore that I think I am these days.

Or at least this was what I was thinking at this very moment.

So, I complied and quietly but slowly peeled my tight, white Hanes Underwear off my hot 6'2" frame with well toned muscles, slim stomach and tight legs I got from working out regularly down at the local Sullivan Gymnasium at the University of Smart Minds, Portland, Maine.

I also got into shape by riding a mountain bike all of the time back and forth to my job down at the local hamburger joint, McBendmes.

I must add that I am longhaired red head with hazel eyes, goatee, 185 lbs. of mean, lean and raw muscle, those lithe long legs, that cute bubble butt, and that ghostly thin skin of mine that I never tan on account of the fact that I have sunburn skin and lets' not forget, that beautiful loving and radiating high cheek boned face and that big uncut 7 and a 1/4 inch veiny prick and balls hanging between my legs waiting for its' next sex victim.

And lets not forget Mr. Bunghole who loves being licked out for hours on end like an ice cream cone, a hint of shit flavored ice cream.

If I sound stuck on myself, that's because I have all of the assets that make me the ‘Material Boy’ and ‘The Sugar Boy of the Year 2008’ and beyond.

Yep, there are big plans in store for this stud puppy.

Big Plans.

I stood naked before Carlos and Juan and they looked at me and then looked at each other and said,"What shall we do to our subject, next?" Juan went, "Mmmm," and licked his big red lips.

Carlos just looked at me and gave me that knowing look on his face that said, "I'm not through with you yet."

And I believed him and stood there in the warmth of that house and said, "What's next guys?

I haven’t got all night.”

Carlos said matter of factly, “You’ll do what you’re told, Ashley.”

Carlos said to Juan, "Make Ashley lie down on the bed and hold his hands behind his head so that he can't get away."

Carlos pushed me onto the bed and I fell backwards with a thump.

Juan quickly came to the side of the bed and said, "Give me your hands Ashley. NOW!!!"

And I did.

I felt foolish but I willingly obliged these two horny and sadistic guys.

After all, they were two men whom I liked a lot at the time and I was living out one of my fantasies and it sure beat standing out in the cold without any clothes on and freezing to death in the cold October air of Portland, Maine.

And then Juan said, "Tie the red bandana blindfold around Ashley's eyes so he can't see what we are going to do with him next Carlos."

And then I said,

"If I catch any unsafe sex going on here, then this little session is over."

I was very serious in tone.

They knew it.

They understood my limits tonight.

But Juan said, “You will do as you are told, Ashley.”

Carlos chimed in, “Yes, you will do as your told.

Now shut the fuck up!”

There was silence, Carlos and Juan tied the bandana around my head after lifting it up from the bed and pillow and quickly covered my eyes and I said, "Who turned out the lights," nervously laughing my ass off.

The room got quiet and beads of sweat started to form on my forehead and run into the bandana.

I felt scared as I did not know what to expect next.

But I also felt an exhilarating thrill run through my whole body and a jolt of lightening ran up and down my spine.

I did not know if there would be a belt, a whip, a slap or a condom being slipped on my dick and I'd get sucked off and blow a load in the rubber or my balls and ass would be slapped silly before one of them fucked my ass silly and senseless.

I just lay there motionless while Carlos and Juan sat and talked to each other on the bed on either side of me while I lay on the bed waiting for my next surprise and then Juan said, "We'd better gag him so that he can't talk anymore because, quite frankly, I am getting sick of Ashley doing most of the running of his mouth." Carlos agreed with Juan and said, "Let me go get that blue rubber ball Ashley had in his hands earlier this evening and stuff it in his mouth to shut him up."

Juan just giggled like he was still in grade school playing a prank on one of his classmates.

I just lay there and wondered where that big, blue rubber ball was and how they were going to fit that thing in my mouth and prevent me from spiting it out.

I had plans of my own.

I did not want that big blue rubber ball going into my mouth as I thought I would gag and that would be the end of me.

I didn't think I would be able to handle the taste of rubber in mouth.

Carlos went looking for the big blue rubber ball out in the hallway of his orange Victorian House on Irving Street and within a minute he came back and said, "I found it, I found it."

He said it like it was some kind of a big discovery and a big revelation.

Except, I was the recipient of that big blue rubber ball.

I dreaded it with excitement and trepidation.

I said, "Come on guys, you are too slow!!!

Hurry up before I get old, cold, tired and dead."

Carlos said nothing and Juan just stood behind my head and pushed his hardening cock and balls into the back side of my head and I felt like I was on fire and my own cock became a raging hard on in no time and Carlos came over to me and said to Juan, "Find something in this room that we can use to secure that blue ball in his mouth so we don't have to hear Ashley speak anymore.

I am getting tired of his Big Mouth.

It's starting to irritate the Hell out of me." Juan said, "Me, too!” with an audible sigh of relief.

I just sat there and said, "I'm waiting." like an insistent little child wanting his lunch.

And with that, Carlos reached out, slapped my face hard again and said,

"Shut up," in a loud, stern voice, like he meant it.

"If you don't shut up, we are going to use the electric fly swatter on your dick and balls."

And with that, I went from talking to silent again and Carlos told Juan to hold my head up and he produced an article of clothing from one of Carlos' bathrobes and said, "Will this secure the big, blue rubber ball?" Carlos just looked at Juan and said, "Great find."

And then, I felt a Carlos' hands on my mouth and the next thing, I knew, the big blue rubber ball was slowly being pushed into my mouth.

I felt like I was being slowly killed and then remembered to breathe through my nostrils but that damn blue rubber ball was so big that I started to gag and then Carlos took it out of my mouth and Juan said, "Give Ashley a minute to get used to the gag reflex and he'll be alright."

Carlos said, "Good idea."

After about a minute of waiting for me to calm down, they slowly started to work that blue rubber ball back into my mouth and this time it did not feel like it was a foreign object being inserted in to an orifice of my body anymore, but more like it belonged there and this was what I had been missing all of my life.

A big, blue rubber ball in my mouth.

How strange and different this felt from normal, regular, vanilla sex.

This felt like real sex and not the same old boring shit that tired queens, straight people, lesbians and transgendered people like to perform on each other.

I could get used to this.

After a bit of a struggle and more rejection of the blue rubber ball from me and my trying to spit the ball out with my mouth, lips and teeth, Juan held the sides of my jaws back so that Carlos could get the blue rubber ball back into my mouth.

I felt like the blue rubber ball was being pushed further and further into my mouth until Carlos and Juan had most of the thing in my mouth with a small part of it just sticking out and I couldn't speak anymore.

I tried to spit the ball out, but it wouldn't budge this time.

It was stuck.

And then Juan and Carlos said, "It's about time that we SHUT HIM UP.

And we did not even need the bath robe tie to do it."

And Carlos said, “What should we do with him next?"

Since I could not speak anymore, things got quiet very quickly and I wondered if they had disappeared and left me alone.

And then I felt something warm and slippery being applied to my now soft but ever hardening prick.

It was some kind of a warm Vaseline and the more that Carlos and Juan worked it into my dick skin, the better I felt.

My dick got harder and the warmth of their hands caressing my dick flesh and someone's hands playing with my balls felt so good that I felt in rapture and totally helpless.

I just sat there really silent and enjoyed the new feelings that were washing over my whole body.

It was like I had died and gone to heaven and I was getting what I wanted:

to be worshipped and played with and toyed with but not having any say in the matter, like I was some kind of a sex slave or worse, a sex toy, and there was nothing that I could do about it because I was tied up, blindfolded and my mouth was gagged so that I could not make any decisions about what was happening to me next.

Someone else made all of the decisions.

After five minutes of Carlos and Juan playing with my cock and balls and stroking my big, rock hard uncut dick, I felt like I was the one who was in control and I came so violently that I thought the big, blue rubber ball would explode out of my mouth because I was the one who had initiated the whole scenario in the first place.

This scenario had lasted for about 45 minutes to an hour.

Carlos finally took the rubber ball out of my mouth and I said, "I'm bored with this whole scene.

Can I be let go?" I didn't hear anything for at least five minutes from either Carlos or Juan and I got really nervous all over again.

I was sweating beads and perspiring all over again now that I had cooled off in the warmth of Carlos' Victorian Home.

Where they going to let me go???

For all I knew, they would let me stay there like that all night.

After all, I had not been untied, yet.

Talk about feeling truly helpless.

Carlos finally untied the blindfold that kept the darkness out of my eyes for what seemed like an eternity and I was released back into my loving, strange and sometimes abusive world at Irving Street here in Portland, Maine after Juan untied my hands and feet from the rope that was used to secure me to the bed posts.

It was like being reborn again as my eyes got used to the light of the lamp on the desk of Carlos' dimly lit and smoky room.

What happened next would have surprised even the Pope at the Vatican.

But, that is another sex story for the Vatican Press in Rome.

Another story indeed.

I am still living in that disgusting house.

Juan moved out several years ago and the last time that I saw him was during the Summer of 2005 on the Western Promenade hanging out with a pretty girl who reminded me of him by his side as Carlos and I rode our Mountain Bikes along the Western Promenade Trails System.

I could tell that he had a girlfriend that he liked very much, but he was still on the prowl for a hot man to seduce and he looked better than ever and that smile on his face said, "I look like a million bucks and I like myself."

He looked like a changed man.

Maybe it was the new girl in his love life.

You just never know with a guy like Juan.

But the big question on my mind was, "Is Juan into girls or guys these days, or both?

Maybe his is just bi-sexual like my self," I thought.

I still live in that strange house on Irving Street in the Woodford's Section of Portland, Maine, but I live in my own room now, off to the side of the kitchen, and I'm not living in that cold, unheated, uninsulated attic anymore but a cold, dark almost lightless room with no carpet and no heat but lots and lots of hot and cold running water and limited electricity.

What a bummer.

I ought to call the Bondage and Discipline Police and get my living situation taken care of, pronto.

It is no fun living with a dysfunctional abusive slumlord who has major issues.

Carlos still owns that building and it has been painted a bright tint of yellow oil based paint with some kind of a toned down pink trim and a dark red porch with lime green and a red barn door and a black roof, such tacky yet tasteful but light toned and bright colors for a queen like that.

You can tell that a tacky Queen had help painting the house from his painting consultant:

Me.

Carlos and I still talk to each other, if not every day, at least once a week.

Some of the old roommates have moved out and there are plenty more stories to tell where that other one came from because if these walls could talk, I'd be a rich man and probably on the best seller porno lists with a book about "The Nightmare on Irving Street, Rated XXX" but I will save those hot dirrrty stories for another place and time.

I think it is time for me to go out and get me a whole bunch of sex slaves to finish painting the slumlord's house this Summer of 2008, and to help me get my room ready for the long, cold hard Maine winters we survive every year and to keep a couple of slaves nearby for my close personal usage and inspection every night and every day of the week.

Really put the slaves to work.

But that is really another life and another story to be written about on these white, cold and barren pages using a Pentium III processor computer with attachments.

‘It’s all inside’, so they say.

So they say.

Carlos and I still occasionally have fun with other guys we pick up off the street but we were never lovers in the first place, just close friends, even though we fight every now and then and then we don’t speak to each other for a week or two at a time.

What a typical emotionally abusive relationship we have as friends, but it works for him and for me

.

Maybe I ought to find myself a real man and move out???

You know, one can only put up with so much emotional abuse from an asshole and maybe I ought to move.

Very soon.

Very soon.

Confessions of A Dirty Man Whore by Maverick Ashley Lenartson

Sincerely,

• Maverick Ashley Lenartson
• Pornographer
• Portland, Maine
• 10/04/2019