A bit of an odd chapter perhaps? You never know how deep-seated childhood traumas can be...
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Chapter 11: Strike 2
I woke up way before my set alarm, my head resting on Deans bicep where it lay stretched out to the bedpost.
I opened my eyes and looked at the rhythm of Deans chest muscles expanding and relaxing.
His breaths were so calming.
I closed my eyes again and lightly squeezed my stud’s arm.
“hhmmm.” He stirred.
“Good morning.” I whispered.
Dean turned his face to me, “Good morning Will.”
I opened my eyes.
“I mean, sir.” His smile hinted that he wasn’t being serious.
I crinkled my nose a little, “Morning breath.”
Dean let out a contented sigh, and I could smell his breath, I pulled my head back a little. “Dude. Stop it.”
Dean took this as a challenge and blew some breath onto my face.
Seconds later I slammed my hand over his mouth. “I told you not to do that.” My voice was somewhere between playful and dead serious.
I understood Deans innuendo to fun, but he also needed to understand my instructions are not suggestions.
Dean’s eyes glanced at me, and I slowly lifted my hand off his mouth.
Only to be greeted by more of his breath, and a loud laughter at the way I was clearly pulling my face.
“That’s it buddy. You asked for this.”
I reached to the floor searching for something then I found it.
My tights that I had cummed in a mere 12 hours ago. I searched for the dry stains and thrust that bit into my subs mouth first.
I continued pushing in the tights until there was literally no more room in his mouth.
Dean’s laughter had disappeared and he replaced it with muffled protests.
“Mmppphhh, mmmaaahhhh.”
“Buddy, I have no idea what you are saying. But you brought this on yourself.”
He tried spitting it out but I held it down with my hand clasped over as much of his lower face as I could cover. I saw his wrists wiggling.
His left hand was almost free. Damn he was good at escaping my bondage. I needed to get some tutoring on how to make it inescapable. Aha. I knew something that was nearly inescapable.
I was out of the room and back before Dean could even work the entire compression short out of his mouth.
The sound of tape filled our rested ears, and I slammed it down over the bulging tights sticking out of Dean’s mouth. I pulled his head up from the pillow and wrapped the tape around his head a few times.
I looked over at his right wrist which was almost free, grabbed it and retightened the leather belt I had used. Then I went over it with tape.
I suddenly felt Dean struggling with more enthusiasm than before. I hopped over his spread body and reinforced the robe belt with tape also.
As far as I knew, he was stuck now.
I looked into his eyes, he seemed to know it too, and just like that I was in total control again, and my grumpy mood from the morning breath had vanished.
I wasn’t really inspired right then to do something, so I went to make me a cup of coffee. I turned on the TV, flipping to a news channel. As luck would have it, the anchor this morning was my TV crush. I had fantasized about him on many occasions, when a day starts with him it’s usually a good day.
I watched until I finished my coffee, then headed back to the bedroom.
“I need to be at work in about two hours buddy, I have an important meeting today, I might nail a big client. Haha, I mean I might get him to sign with our firm, get your head out of the gutter Dean." I smiled at my own joke, "I am quickly going to go for a short workout in the roof gym. You will be good right?” I winked at him smiling broadly.
I dropped my boxers to the floor, revealing my nakedness to him.
“Whoops, let’s fix that.” I picked up my boxers and pulled it over Deans head, getting his head stuck in the one leg.
I pulled on my workout clothes and headed out of the apartment, “I’ll be back soon.” I called back into the room, a frustrated growl was my only answer.
I had a great workout, lifting almost my personal best. In about 45 minutes I headed back to the apartment. A quick shower, a small breakfast then off to work. I whistled as I walked down the hallways.
As I returned to my bedroom I had made up my mind I would completely ignore my stud who was still securely taped to my bed.
I threw my sweaty workout gear onto his chest, observing the hardon still pitching his underwear. I was met with a massive reaction of desperation, as Dean tried to communicate, but it ran over me like water off a ducks back. Today was a great day.
I turned on the shower and jumped in, I sang a couple of lines while washing off my sweat.
As I walked back into the bedroom the smell of my fresh shampoo was suddenly interrupted by the faint smell of…
Ammonia?
Dean had frozen, not moving a muscle, I sniffed again, was that piss.
I looked over at my bed, a wet area clearly visible under Deans midsection.
“Fuuuck dude. You pissed in my bed.”
“MMMmPPpHHh – MMMppppphhhh” he was clearly trying to tell me something. He was thrashing at his bonds frantically.
I was dumbfounded, stuck somewhere between pity and fury.
Unfortunately my anger always wins. I know I need to work on it.
“What the fuck. You couldn’t hold it?” I grabbed some scissors from the nightstand and quickly cut through the tape holding Deans right wrist captive. As I worked on the other wrist he pulled my boxers off his head and started peeling the tape off.
His face showed a bit of blushing as he spat out the running tights. He just jumped up and ran to the bathroom.
I stared at my bed in disbelief, pinching my nose from the smell.
Fuck this. I grabbed my clothes and finished dressing in the living area.
By the time I was done Dean had still not come out of the bathroom.
I stomped over to the door and banged on it.
By the third bang the door swung open.
Dean’s face almost disarmed me immediately, he seemed really ashamed and apologetic.
Had I been anyone else, I would scoop him up in a hug. But alas I was still seeing red.
My perfect day was absolutely ruined. The matrass was probably ruined, not to mention the sheets.
“I’m leaving now. I don’t care how but you need to get that mess cleaned up before I am back!”
Silence.
“Did you get that?” I looked up into his bashful eyes, so different from his regular playfulness and charm.
“Yes.”
“Yes who?”
“Yes sir.”
I stormed out of the apartment and headed for the subway. By the time we passed the second stop I felt like the world’s biggest ass. Within the past 12 hours I had completely lost my shit twice...
Regret is always just a little too late.
I checked my watch, I had enough time.
I jumped off at the next stop and headed back home, I stopped briefly to get us each a breakfast waffle.
I walked into the apartment, “Dean?” I called into it.
I headed for the bedroom and sure enough there he was removing the sheets from the bed.
We had both composed ourselves.
“Dude. I’m sorry I stormed out. I was just, you know...” I left the apology open-ended not really sure what to say.
“Uh, yeah that was a little harsh.” He replied.
“I brought waffles.” I said with a small smile.
We went to the dining room and took a seat across from each other. Silently, awkwardly digging into our breakfasts.
“So, I know I overreacted but you seemed very distraught too. Is there some childhood trauma of you wetting the bed that you haven’t dealt with?” I ended with a little giggle. It was supposed to be a joke but as I said it Dean looked down.
A foot anybody, a foot for my mouth?
“I’m sorry.” I whispered.
“It’s ok, it was a long time ago. My brother had told some kids in our middle school I wet the bed once and they never stopped teasing me. Something this morning just brought back that memory. And being tied up not able to do anything, I had to confront it.”
A bit of silence then Dean looked up, “I-It’s stupid and it happened so long ago, I am over it.” He tried to sound convincing.
I placed my hand on his, “Buddy, that’s not stupid. And I am sorry for going off on you.”
My cell phone rang, shattering our heart to heart. As I picked it up and saw my colleague’s name, I immediately knew I was late.
“I gotta run. Just call someone for the bed, here’s my credit card. I’ll text you the pin. See you tonight?”
Dean sat silently still looking a little rattled as the door shut behind me.