Re: Tau Upsilon Gamma [M+/M+] [update - 2/26/23]
Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2023 6:54 am
by wataru14
Ray and Travis’ Excellent Adventure
The parking lot of the athletic center was deserted as Travis awkwardly ushered Ray out the door. The sounds of raucous cheering could be heard from inside. “Omar must be up on the block now,” Ray thought. He looked over at Travis, who was white as a ghost, standing there with a confused look on his face. Ray sighed and sat down on the dividing wall in front of an empty handicapped parking space. He rested his loosely-cuffed hands on his lap and just sat, looking at Travis... who just stood there, unsure of what to do. Ray reached up and pulled down the TUG bandana that was loosely tied between his teeth. He let it hang around his neck and put his hands back down on his lap. He said “OK, you won the auction. Congratulations. Now what?”
Travis blinked. He hadn’t really thought about that. He had a few scenarios in his mind when he went into this crazy scheme, but they mostly involved him either losing the auction or getting chased out by an angry mob. Or chickening out and not bidding in the first place. The fact that he would win the bidding wasn’t even on his radar. “I… I dunno,” he said. “Frankly, I never expected to win.”
Ray said “You shelled out a pretty hefty sum. How could you not think you would win?”
“I didn’t intend to, I just kinda got caught up in it,” Travis said, slightly ashamed. “I wasn’t thinking straight. I just saw you and…” he turned away and took a few steps. “This is stupid. I shouldn’t have done this. I’m going to go. You can go back inside or go home or… whatever. I’m sorry.” He started to head towards the street leading back to campus. Ray watched after him.
Part of Ray just wanted Travis to leave. This whole situation was just weird and uncomfortable. Ray could go back into the auction and watch the rest of it, or he could go back to the dorms and play some Call of Duty. Just anything to get away from this parking lot. He watched Travis walk away. The poor guy looked crushed. Like someone just broke his Christmas presents. He took a big risk coming here. His asshole brother definitely wouldn’t like it, that’s for sure. And from what he heard about their father, neither would he. Father... Ray completely understood what that was like. While his own dad wasn’t as emotionally abusive and ogrish as Travis’ was, Ray knew full well what it was like to have expectations forced upon you. And how terrifying it was to live under an authoritarian thumb. He began to feel bad for Travis. Maybe they weren’t as different as he had previously thought.
Travis was red with shame. How could he have thought this was a good idea? Clay would tear him a new one if he heard about this. And what was he expecting Ray to do? Jump into his arms? He should have known that this was going to be a clusterfuck. He cursed himself for being so stupid. He was glad that his back was to Ray as he walked, because he didn’t want him to see him struggling to hold back the tears. Stupid! Stupid!
“Hey, Travis! Hold up!”
Travis stopped dead in his tracks. He took a deep breath to regain his composure and turned around. Ray was coming over to him!
“Look,” Ray said as he made his way across the parking lot. “I know you’re going through a lot right now. I know this is hard for you. Your dad and mine are a lot alike, I think. But you know what? Fuck them! You won the auction fair and square and you should get your money’s worth. This weekend is yours. So let’s go… master.” Ray gave a small smile that made Travis’ heart flutter.
“What?” he said. “You mean it? You’re not going to go back?”
“No,” Ray said. “A deal is a deal. I signed up for this and I’m going to go through with it.”
“Even though I’m DIX?” Travis said.
Ray said “That doesn’t matter. I know you’re not like them. You helped save our asses. The others would have let us burn up in that house, but you didn’t. That tells me a lot about you.” Travis blushed.
“I don’t really have anything planned,” he said. “I didn’t think that far ahead.”
“I can think of something to do if you can’t,” Ray said with a smile. “But I think we should go off-campus. If you’re worried about Clay and the others seeing you, I don’t blame you. So let’s go where they don’t have eyes.”
Travis beamed. “You’re on!” he said.
Ray looked at his clothes. “Do you mind if we headed back to the dorms for a minute so I can change?” he said. “If you want me to walk around Metro City in a wrestling singlet, I will. But if we’re trying to keep this under wraps, I probably should wear something that’s not going to attract so much attention.” Ray’s toned body was on full display through the form-fitting wrestling garment. It hugged every contour of his body. It would be impossible for someone NOT to notice him. Travis nodded and the two of them walked back to the dorms.
They made small talk as they walked. Ray’s goal was to help Travis relax a little and stop being so tense and he seemed to loosen up quite a bit. They chatted about sports and video games, and about the upcoming movie shoot schedule. When they got close to the dorms, Travis fumbled through his pockets and his face went white. He said “Shit! I don’t have a key for the cuffs!”
Ray smiled and said “Don’t worry. I have some in my room. We’re probably going to need them. I’ll make sure to bring one when I come back down. Wait here.”
Ray walked up into the lobby and waved his cuffed hands at the desk attendant. She just smiled as she scanned his physique and said “Auction was tonight?” Ray chuckled and nodded before heading upstairs. Mason was still at the auction, so the room was empty as he let himself inside. Truth be told, Ray didn’t need the key. Travis put the cuffs on him so loosely he could easily slip out of them on his own, which he did. He took the time to write a note to Mason that said “Going off-campus with Travis. I’ll text you if I need a bailout.” After that, he changed into jeans and a tight MCU T-shirt and stuffed a handcuff key into his pocket. And another in his shoe… just in case. Travis seemed on the level, but he wanted to make sure that he was prepared in case this was some DIX trick and he was handed over to Clay as soon as they got off-campus. He didn’t really think Travis would do that, but he couldn’t risk it. He left the gag hanging from his neck and slipped the cuffs back on before heading back outside to meet Travis.
Travis jumped up from the bench on the porch and gave a relieved smile when Ray re-emerged from the dorms. “I wasn’t sure you were going to come back,” he said sheepishly.
Ray had indeed considered staying in his room and skipping out on the whole thing, but only for a second. But he didn’t dare say so. Not only would that be a cowardly act, it would be an extremely negative reflection on TUG. He couldn’t do that to his Brothers. He just shrugged and said “I told you I’d go with you and I meant it. I keep my promises.” Travis was visibly relieved. A major hurdle had been passed and he could finally relax a little and focus.
Ray started walking down the sidewalk and said “OK, where to now?”
Travis said “I have an idea. Follow me.” The pair chatted more comfortably as they made their way across campus. The auction would be over by now and the audience would be heading back home, so they took lesser-used routes to avoid anyone seeing them. Travis was very worried about being spotted in Ray’s company, and with good reason. If word got back to Clay that the two of them had been seen together, it would be very VERY bad. But they didn’t encounter any passersby as they reached the edge of the green space that marked the border of MCU from Metro City Proper. Ray paused for a second as they approached the gate. On campus, Ray didn’t have much to worry about. Someone seen walking around in handcuffs the night of the big TUG Auction wouldn’t have raised any eyebrows, but out in the city, that wouldn’t fly. They’d have cops on them in an instant. And with Santucci occupied with Leo at the moment, he couldn’t be sure the officer would be “friendly.” Travis seemed to realize that, too, and hastily removed the cuffs from Ray’s wrists and stuffed them in his back pocket before they stepped out of the wrought-iron gate. Ray strode over the threshold nonchalantly, but Travis hesitated a second before following.
“OK, boss,” Ray said. “Where to now?” Travis paused for a moment, looking hurriedly in all directions. Ray was getting impatient. “Look,” he said. “You don’t have to be so timid. Your brother isn’t here. If he and the others are off-campus, they’ll be at the bars on the other side. No one from school will see us. And you’re not normally so bashful. Where’s that attitude you had during the movie readthrough and the Bid Party?”
Travis looked around again. Ray was right. Clay wouldn’t be in this area. He didn’t have anything to worry about. “Sorry,” he said. “I’m still coming down from the adrenaline rush from the auction. I did have a place in mind, though. I thought that far ahead, at least. Follow me.” He started off down the street and into the city. Ray walked after him. This side of campus was mostly upper-middle-class residential. Townhouses and condos. But eventually they came to the skate park that Leo and Mason had been frequenting. It was closed for the night and the gate was locked, but Travis just waved Ray over and climbed the chain-link fence. He hopped down on the other side and Ray landed next to him. “The park closes at dark,” Travis said, “so no one will be here. We should have some privacy.”
Ray nodded and looked around. He had never been here before, but he knew what it was. This was the place that Mason had been visiting on weekends. He felt a pang of regret. “He’s doing things without me,” he thought as he wandered, looking at the graffiti that covered the walls of the bathroom building and the crates strewn about the bottom of the depression that served as jumping obstacles. “Isn’t that good? I mean, he’s my friend, not my kid. He doesn’t need me around for everything, does he? He should be going out and doing things on his own. But then why do I feel jealous? Like he’s turning to others to give him what I should have been all along?”
“You OK?” Travis said, snapping his fingers. “You’re spacing out.”
“Just… thinking,” Ray said. “It’s nothing.” He made his way back up the incline to where Travis was waiting, standing in the pool of light cast from an overhead security lamp. “So why did we come to the skate park? What’s important about this place? Are we going to do kickflips or something?”
“This isn’t where I wanted to go,” Travis said. “It’s just the closest way in. Follow me.” He started to walk between the buildings until he stopped at a row of maintenance sheds. He looked around to make sure they were alone and lifted the handle of the garage door on the first shed. It rattled a little as he raised it up to chest height. “Clay worked here over the summer a couple of years ago when he was in high school. He said this shed is always empty in the fall. They use it to store lawn maintenance supplies but since it’s almost winter there’s nothing here. He and his friends used to sneak in here to get high.” Ray walked over and ducked under the garage door. When he was inside, Travis slipped under as well and flipped on the lights before lowering the garage door down to the ground.
The room was fairly small, but there was enough space for both of them to move about freely. It smelled like grass clippings and fertilizer. Buckets, tools, and hoses sat on dusty shelves along the walls, but the main part of the shed was empty except for some wooden pallets stacked in a pile in the corner. But there was one feature that looked out of place. An old wooden chair was sitting in the exact center of the room with a cardboard box on the floor next to it. It looked like the kind of place that the mafia brought someone for interrogation. Ray looked back at Travis, who seemed extremely nervous about something. He fished a silver flask from his pants pocket and took a long swig. Ray got the feeling Travis was trying to get some liquid courage.
“OK, so we’re here,” Ray said. “What now?” Travis didn’t say anything, he just took another swig. Ray wandered the room a little, running his hand over the top of the chair, but he stopped at the carboard box. Overcome with curiosity, he bent down to open it. “There better not be any weird sex toys in here,” Ray thought. Travis froze in place as Ray opened the box.
Inside were several bales of clothesline. Still in the wrapping. Like they were just bought, or more likely, just collected from the supply shelf in the shed. There was also a still-wrapped roll of duct tape and a few soft and faded bandanas. Ray quizzically picked up a bale of rope. “What’s this stuff for?” he asked.
Travis took another swig from his flask and felt a warmth radiate through him. “It’s now or never,” he thought. He put the flask away and took a few steps toward Ray. “I know what it is you guys do in your House,” he said. “Everybody knows, really. Not like you guys keep it a secret. Clay and Dad would talk about it when he was home from college on break. Stories of how the underclassmen would be marched across campus bound for your ritual outings. They said it was sick and weird, but I never thought that. I always wanted…” he didn’t know how to continue. Ray leaned against the wall and folded his arms over his chest, deep in thought.
Travis sat on the floor with his back to the garage door. “I’ve been tied up before,” he said. “Tons of times. Growing up, Clay and his friends would grab me while we were playing and hogtie me sometimes. But it was always meant as a punishment or as a way to humiliate me. It still it felt good, but there was always something off about it. The reason was wrong, you know? It was tainted somehow. But I wanted more. And I wanted to experience it the right way. But I never really had the opportunity. It was always in the back of my mind, though. I dogeared all the important parts of my grandpa’s old Hardy Boys books. I watched all the action movies and TV shows, hoping that this episode would have… you know. I dropped a hint with one of my old girlfriends in high school and she thought I was crazy. Never mentioned it again. Not to her or the others.”
Ray straightened up. “So you volunteered to be the spy…”
“…Because I hoped to get caught,” Travis said. “But I was too good and almost got away with it! Leo came in at just the right moment. If I had managed to get out of Brett’s office, I don’t know what I would have done. I wasn’t going to give Clay the files, that’s for sure. I was going to have to purposely screw up right at the end, but I was worried that someone would have noticed.”
Ray said “Shane would have. He knew it was you from the start.”
“Exactly,” Travis said. “When we got caught, I played angry like I had to, but I was really looking forward to it. But even that wasn’t what I had hoped. It was tight and secure, and felt good at first, but it was a little too much for me. And again it wasn’t the right situation. It wasn’t someone who wanted both of us to get something out of it. It was more punishment and humiliation. But I had to take what I could get.”
Ray scrunched his brow. “So what you’re saying is that you want me to…”
“Yes,” Travis said, grateful that Ray figured it out and he didn’t have to say it out loud. “I want it to be someone who’s not being malicious or cruel. Someone who’s not doing it to humiliate me. Someone who might enjoy it as much as I would. And I think that someone is you. I know we got off on the wrong foot at the movie readthrough, but I had to act that way around other people. I think you’re a great guy. If circumstances were different, I could see us being… friends.”
Ray turned the rope over in his hands and thought. He felt bad for Travis. Under all the bullshit DIX had dumped on him, he was a decent guy. More than decent. He just wanted to be himself and was surrounded by people who wouldn’t let him. That had never been an issue for Ray, but things were different for Travis. He thought of how similar, yet how different, their dads were. His own father was stern and more than a little authoritarian, but you could tell there was affection there underneath it all. The way Travis talked about his own dad… He looked over at Travis, who had closed his eyes. His arms were folded over his knees and his head was down. Ray felt pity for him. And something else. Something he couldn’t quite define at the moment. But he felt a connection with Travis that hadn’t been there before.
Ray poked a hole through the plastic wrapping with his finger and began to tear it. Travis looked up as Ray said “If it means that much to you, sure. I’ll do it for you.” Travis leapt to his feet.
“You will?” he said. “You mean it?”
“Yeah,” Ray said as he measured out the rope and cut it with some gardening shears. “Based on what you’ve told me, you’ve been through a lot. And I’m sure there’s a lot more you haven’t said, but I’ll leave that to you. If this is what you want, I’ll help you out.”
Travis got up from the floor, still unbelieving that this was happening. And that it was Ray doing it. He felt like he won the lottery! He nearly tripped as he got up and rushed to the chair to sit down. Ray chuckled, finding Travis’ earnest eagerness rather adorable. Travis sat with upright posture in the chair and asked “So how should we do it? Hands behind the back of the chair?”
“That’s the usual way,” Ray said, gathering up several lengths of rope, cut to specific measurements. “But I want to try something different. Put your hands at your sides.” Travis let his arms dangle loosely as Ray came over. Ray took Travis’ left arm and positioned it flush against the side of the chairback so that his wrist laid right above where the back met the seat. He took a medium-length piece and began to secure Travis’ wrist to the chairback, looping it around and pulling it taut before cinching the knot on the inside of the chairback strut, away from prying fingers. He then did the same to the other wrist.
Travis felt a warm sensation tingling through his body. The feeling of helplessness and abandon was titillating, as was being up close and personal with Ray. He could smell Ray’s aftershave and it made his heart flutter. But it wasn’t that, or the confinement that he had so wanted, that made his heart race. He was the center of attention. For the next few minutes, he was the whole of Ray’s world. All focus was on him. Never able to live up to Clay’s standards, he was often ignored or forgotten at home. Like a royal “spare” child. Clay got all the attention and he had to settle for the scraps. But right now, it was all about him. All this was being done for his benefit. And he was in heaven.
Even completely focused on his task, Ray couldn’t help but notice Travis’ accelerating pulse. “You doing OK?” he said. His genuine concern made Travis even more happy. He just nodded and Ray approvingly patted his shoulder before continuing. The tenderness of the gesture surprised Travis. Ray was beautiful and masculine, that he knew, but seeing a concerned side was the icing on the cake. Ray wound rope around Travis’ biceps and secured them individually to the side struts, causing his captive’s chest to bulge out slightly. He took the dangling ends of the rope and wove them in and out of the vertical slats in the chairback, further securing the restraint. The knot was tied off in the center of the rope banding, in the middle of Travis’ back. Even if his hands were free, he wouldn’t have been able to reach it with his biceps tethered as they were. Ray added another band on each side right above Travis’ elbows. His entire torso was completely immobilized against the chair.
Travis squirmed happily as Ray gathered more ropes and bent down in front of him. With tender care, he positioned Travis’ legs flush against the front chairlegs. Travis looked down with rapture as Ray wound ropes around his ankles and knees, spreading his legs wide apart as they were secured to the chairlegs. Ray added one last band of rope around Travis’ waist, acting as a seatbelt and keeping him firmly in place. He couldn’t stand or move. Travis closed his eyes and felt the pleasing sensation of helplessness wash over him. He imagined Ray rubbing his chest and thighs. That didn’t actually happen, of course, but the images his mind conjured up were real enough for him.
Travis felt a soft cloth being tied around his closed eyes. Ray must have been folding one of the bandanas from the box while he fantasized. He felt the knot being tied around the back of his head. “When you can’t see, it makes your other senses stronger to compensate,” Ray said. “It’ll make the experience better.”
Travis nodded and said “It’s working. I can feel… mmppggghh!”
His words were cut off as a balled-up cloth was quickly stuffed into his mouth. He felt Ray take another folded cloth and use it to cleave the ball in his mouth behind his teeth before tying it off behind his head as well. Travis grunted and mumbled, not saying anything in particular, just wanting to hear the alluring sound of gagged speech. The hair on the back of his neck pricked up when he heard the sound of duct tape being unrolled. He felt the adhesive strip placed over his cleavegag and wrapped around his head several times, growing tighter with each revolution. The knot of the cleavegag was trapped under the tape as it wound around his jaws. After six or seven passes, Ray tore the end off the roll and smoothed it down gingerly. He said “There we go. All finished.”
From his imposed darkness, Travis heard Ray shuffling a short distance away, giving him space. Travis’ mind filled with all sorts of wild fantasies. He was James Bond, at the mercy of a diabolical villain. He was a captive prince, being held for ransom by bandits. He was a Marine, ambushed by the enemy and awaiting an unknown fate. He struggled happily in his ropes, feeling the tightness embracing him like a lover. He imagined they were Ray’s arms. As his mind wandered, he felt his arousal growing uncontrollably inside his jeans. Thankful that the thick denim disguised his erection, Travis began to squirm, trying to get enough friction to achieve release? “Was Ray watching?” he thought. “Maybe he is. Maybe he’s stroking himself watching me squirm. Maybe he’ll take me in his arms and…” Travis’ mind exploded with elaborate scenarios, some romantic, some erotic, and some a combination of the two. They were all impossibly far-fetched, but he didn’t care. He became lost in his fantasies and swam through the possibilities until he felt his arousal reach the breaking point. He unloaded in his jeans, and slumped down in the chair, panting and sweating.
He heard Ray coming over to him and a second later he felt the blindfold being removed. He looked up at Ray, who was smiling and holding up his phone, set to the clock. “You were squirming for almost 90 minutes,” Ray chuckled. “I’m guessing you enjoyed yourself.” Travis couldn’t believe how much time had passed. It felt like mere seconds! He sat dumbfounded as Ray began to pry the tape from his mouth. It stung a little as it was peeled off his skin, but he didn’t mind. He licked his lips to try to generate some moisture as the cleave and stuffing were removed.
Ray said “Is that what you wanted?” Travis couldn’t speak, he just nodded vigorously as his pulse rate returned to normal. Ray knelt down and began to free Travis’ legs. His face was quite close to Travis’ lap. Travis hoped that the slowly drying evidence of his excitement wasn’t noticeable. But if Ray saw anything, he had the decency not to draw attention to it. Travis’s breathing returned to normal after his legs were released and Ray started undoing the arm harness behind the chair.
“Thank you,” Travis said as the last of the ropes were removed from his body. “I appreciate it. I don’t know how to thank you.” He got up from the chair and stretched out to restore circulation.
Ray just smiled and said “Don’t mention it. You know, after seeing this tonight, I wonder why our advisor didn’t scout you for real. You seem like you’d fit right in with us. I mean, Clay would have had a hairy, but our advisor isn’t the type to give a shit about things like that.”
Travis turned over his shoulder as he gathered up the discarded ropes and put them back in their places on the shelves. He was trying to make it look like no one had been in here. He said “The first few days on campus I did see him around a lot. In the crowds and common areas. But I remember at one point Clay got up in his face and the two of them had it out. I didn’t see him after that outside of the classrooms.”
Ray nodded. An idea was taking shape, but he needed to stew on it a little more. He reached for the garage door handle. “Come on,” he said. “It’s late. Let’s go.”
He ducked under the door as Travis flicked the lights off and followed behind him. They walked through the deserted park on the way back to campus without talking for a while. Travis broke the silence first.
“This is really all I had planned for us,” he said. “So you’re free to go after this. You don’t have to stay with me the rest of the weekend.”
Ray stopped. “But I can if I want to, right?” he said. Travis looked at him, confused. “We can still hang out, correct? Like see a movie or toss a football around or something? You’re not telling me to get away from you, are you?”
“No!” Travis said, almost instantly. “That’s not what I meant at all! I just thought you’d think this whole thing was weird and wouldn’t want to be around me.”
Ray chuckled. “Well, it was weird, but not BAD weird, if you know what I mean. You seem like a cool guy, Travis. I think I’d like to hang out with you when there isn’t any pressure or expectations. Just like normal buds, you know?”
“I’d like that,” Travis said. He was about to say something else, but stopped as the light of a flashlight swept around the corner towards them. A middle-aged portly man stepped around from behind a building. The two boys were shrouded in darkness but he could see their outlines in the shadows.
The guard moved his light in their direction and said “Who’s there? The park is closed after dark. I’m calling the cops!”
Travis whispered, “Shit! There’s a night guard. Clay never said anything about that!”
“Run!” Ray said, and the two of them took off into the night just before the light caught them. The security guard followed after them for a while, but they were two college jocks in their prime and he was a middle-aged rent-a-cop. There was no way he’d catch them. But, to his credit, he never gave up. Ray and Travis bobbed and weaved behind buildings and park equipment as they made their way towards the fence. The light came close to them a few times, but never managed to catch them. They reached the chain-link fence and scaled it with no difficulty at all. The guard stopped short at the fence as they darted across the street to safety. They didn’t stop running for three more blocks.
When the pair was sure they were clear, they both leaned against a wall, panting. There was a beat, and then both broke out into laughter. Big, loud laughter that made them both red in the face. It took a moment or two for them both to settle down. After they regained their breath and the last of the giggles died away, Travis leaned in and gave Ray a kiss.
Ray was floored. He didn’t know what to do. His entire body locked up. Confusion ran through his mind and his eyes grew wide with shock. Travis noticed his reaction and backed away. “Shit!” he said. “I’m sorry! I just… I didn’t…” Ray just stood dumbfounded. Blinking. Travis lowered his head. “I’m a fucking idiot,” he said, his voice breaking. And he bolted off down the street towards campus. When Ray snapped himself out of his shock and could move again, Travis was long gone.
“I didn’t say to stop,” Ray said glumly to the air. He put his hands in his pockets, cursing himself for his oafishness and obliviousness, and walked alone back to campus.
Coming Soon: Halloween part 4 – Four Little Piggies
Just a heads up, the next part will be somewhat delayed. I go into tech rehearsals for Hunchback of Notre Dame soon and I won't have any time to write until after we open.