Tim lay naked on his bed, imagining his lover moving closer. He lifted his arms, begging for his female lover to see him, to need him. He leaned back on his sheets, spreading his legs as his hands moved to his hard cock. Moving his fingers up and down his shaft, he wondered what it would feel like if she licked his cock head and took him inside her warm mouth. He knew the sucking would feel good.

The men always came hard when someone did that to them in the porn movies he liked to watch. But the best thing would be a woman who would tie him up and chain his hands to the bed frame before she went down on him. Forcing him to become so hard that he begged for release. Needing her to edge him before she sucked him so hard that he almost fainted. All his previous girlfriends had been eager to give him a handjob, but no one had wanted to suck his cock. They claimed he was too big. As if, Tim thought, using his fingers to masturbate.

He pulled his hands upwards to the bed frame, feeling the cold metal from the cuffs he liked to play with. He did as he had done several times before, laying his wrist inside the cuffs without locking them. As long as they didn’t click tight, he could free himself. The feeling of immobility was always a turn-on. Something he couldn’t live without. He lifted his ass and moved his cock from side to side, feeling the hard shaft curve until he became so hard it pointed straight up. He should have fastened the masturbator on his cock head before he placed his hands in the cuffs. Where was that damn thing? Tim looked for it as he rolled to his side. A metallic click was heard over his head, and with a sense of dread, Tim realised the cuffs had clicked into place.

“Damn,” he muttered as he tried to break free. But the cuffs were real. Too real. It was what made him buy them in the first place. It turned him on to know they could hold him. To not be able to come lose once the cuffs were fastened. But this time, it shouldn’t have been that way. He was alone, and there was no one around to help him.

‘Dammit.’ Would it help if he called for help? Would someone be able to hear him through the thick walls? It was unlikely they would, considering all the noise from the Friday night parties. He’d counted on the noise to cover every moan he made during his masturbation session. But nothing worked out how he planned this evening.

He lay still, trying to find a way out of this mess. If only he could call someone. It would be embarrassing, but anything was better than lying naked on his bed for the rest of the weekend until his roommate, Jeff, returned home on Monday.

Then he heard someone unlock the front door and step inside the apartment. Maybe Jeff had forgotten something. It was the perfect chance to get some help.

“Hey, Jeff?” Tim called out loud. “I need your help, man.”

Soon after, the door opened. A large man towered in the doorway, looking him over. Damn. It wasn’t Jeff. Tim could easily recognise Ashton. He was his nemesis and the worst bully Tim had ever met. What was he doing here? Ashton was the last person he wanted to help him. The man had been bullying him ever since he moved here. He always teased him about his slender build and knocked into him every time they passed each other.

“What the fuck have you got yourself into this time, dork?” Ashton asked with a smirk, laughter and amusement evident in both his eyes and voice.

“Help me out here. I’m stuck,” Tim said and wriggled the chains to the cuffs.

Ashton laughed again. “I bet you’ve lost the keys too, haven’t you, Schmuck? Only you can chain yourself up like a stuffed pig, waiting to be punished.”

“Don’t get any ideas, moron. Help me out here.” Tim was too pissed to care whether he annoyed Ashton or not. If only he would help him instead of enjoying tormenting him.

“I don’t think so. I like the view just how it is,” Ashton said, pulling up his cell phone.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing? Release me.” The answer came soon after as Ashton snapped plenty of pictures of him. Even close-ups of Tim’s cock as if lifted higher. Tim cursed, trying to think of anything else that would make his erection go down. He shouldn’t find it arousing being watched while he was naked and writhing on his bed, handcuffed to the bed rest.

“Will you stop that? Just get me out of here. The keys are in the drawer,” Tim said and nodded toward the bedside table beside his bed.

“And waste such a wonderful opportunity? Not a chance,” Ashton laughed as he snapped a few more photos of Tim, making sure to get his face in the photos. Then Ashton checked the photos. “Perfect blackmail material, if I ever saw one. I just knew you were fucking gay all along.”

“I’m not gay,” Tim said, trying to pull his hands from the cuffs and get loose.

“No? You could have fooled me. All those fancy words you throw around. Studying art, for god’s sake. No real man does that.”

“I have plenty of girlfriends.”

Ashton snorted. “Since when? I haven’t seen you with anyone yet. In your dreams, perhaps.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tim asked, unable to hold back his curiosity. How come this bully had a key to their apartment? Had he done something to Jeff?

“Jeff asked me to drop by and hand in his assignment papers. The deadline is tomorrow.”

“I didn’t know you were friends.”

“We’re not. He’s my younger brother. That’s why I have a key, dip-shit. Lucky for you, though. Or you would have pissed your bed before he returned.”

“Release me then.”

“Not yet. It would be a pity to waste such a wonderful opportunity,” Ashton nodded to the bed and Tim’s naked body. His cock was still semi-hard. “And since you’re gay, you probably know exactly what I want.”

“I’m not gay, dammit. Get your mind out of the gutter and release me.”

“Not until you beg for it, gay boy.”

Then Ashton started to rummage through Tim’s drawer locating a bottle of lube and the masturbator.

“Nice. You have some good stuff here.” He turned to the bed and ran his fingers down Tim’s chest, pinching his nipples as he went along. “Do you have any nipple clams?”

“What? No,” Tim said and moaned in pain.

“Pity. You should try some. It sounds like you like to have your nipples squeezed.”

“Fuck off, you moron. All I want you to do is unlock my cuffs, and you can get out of here.”

“And miss all the action? Not a chance. I’m sure we can find plenty of things to do for fun.”

“What about your brother’s report? You said you’d promised to deliver it for him.”

“No rush. I’ll make it with plenty of time left before the deadline. Now, where were we? Yes, your nipples.” Ashton pinched Tim’s left nipple, making Tim gasp from the pain. Ashton seemed to find it hilarious.

“I can see you enjoy a bit of pain. Look how hard your dick is, man. I knew you were gay the moment I met you. I hope for your sake that you keep your greedy hands away from my brother, or you’ll regret ever being born.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’ve never wanted a man, and certainly not someone related to you. You must be out of your mind.”

“I’m sure you know how to suck cock.”

“No, I don’t.”

Ashton grabbed Tim’s cock and squeezed hard.

“Geez, fuck. That hurts.”

Ashton grinned broadly. “Oh you poor little thing. Looks like your dick certainly approved. Now you’re even harder than before.” Ashton let his fingers travel all over Tim’s shaft. Tightening around the root before he slowly pulled his fingers upwards, as if he had a cock ring tight around his cock. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Even better than the masturbator you have in your drawer.”

“It’s not nice to snoop around amongst someone else’s sex toys.”

Ashton laughed. “As if you need anything besides condoms and lube. I bet you’re a bottom.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Do you do the fucking, or are you the one getting fucked?”