Jack sat at the little breakfast table in his apartment and had a long think. Two days ago, everything had changed, and he wasn't hating it.
He and his roommate Roger had gotten along just fine; Jack was tall, strong, and outgoing, while Roger was shorter, a little stockier, and more introverted. They'd known each other since high school and had each found themselves looking for someplace to stay once out of college. They could tolerate one another, so they split the rent on the two-bedroom apartment in a reasonable part of town.
They'd kept to their own devices, sharing an occasional meal, or hanging out once or twice a week when Jack didn't have some event or other to go to. Jack had a fairly occasional sex life, Roger was more or less stuck to his own devices there, too. That's where things had gotten interesting.
Jack had come home early from a planned long weekend to find Roger engaging in some self-bondage and forced oral roleplay with a dildo. Jack hadn't thought it was any of his business until he'd heard Roger crying out his name. "Stop, Jack! Please, don't make me suck your cock!"
Horny and frustrated, Jack had taken advantage of the situation. He still got hard thinking about forcing Roger to suck him to completion and keeping the smaller man's handcuffs for a possible "next time."
Over the two days since, Roger had barely spoken two words to him. He was still outwardly friendly, but he was nervous, and couldn't keep a blush off his face.
Jack was more or less straight, but he wasn't the kind of guy to pass up an opportunity presented to him on a silver platter. Roger wasn't the first man he'd gotten off with, just the first one who had wanted it forced on him. The handcuffs were burning a hole in Jack's pocket, begging for another use.
It wasn't even that he found Roger all that attractive. The shorter red-haired man wasn't in great shape and was more or less average to look at. Jack still got little shudders when he remembered pumping his cum down his roommate's struggling, spasming throat. It was Roger's fantasy coming to life, and Jack was all too happy to satisfy his roommate's unspoken submissive desires.
Jack sat in just his gym shorts, looking at the door to Roger's room. For the past two days, it had been tightly shut. This morning, it was ajar. In the relatively small apartment, he could hear Roger showering.
Jack's cock swelled as he considered. Was he pushing things too far if he took the initiative here? Was he pushing them far enough? Roger had cum pretty hard himself, jacking himself off as Jack had forced his cock down Roger's tight throat. Was it time to take things further?
Jack's cock made the decision for him. He'd picked up a couple of things the next day, not knowing if he was ever going to use them. The throb of his pulse through his raging erection told him that he was, and he was going to do it now.
He picked up a few things from his room, made sure the front door was locked, then slipped into Roger's room. The smaller man enjoyed his long showers; Jack knew he had plenty of time.
He closed the door to Roger's room, the laid a couple of things next to the bed. First, the handcuffs that he'd taken from Roger on that night, and then a good-sized bottle of lube he'd picked up. He gave the chain around his neck a little tug to make sure it was there; the handcuff keys dangled on his chest.
Then he tied a couple of lengths of rope to the corners of Roger's headboard. This was going to be a much more intense affair; Jack meant to take his time and enjoy giving Roger what he'd probably been craving for a while.
Not long after, Roger came out of the shower, one towel wrapped around his waist, another over his head as he dried his hair. Jack stepped behind him, waiting for him to drop the towel over his eyes.
When Roger cast the hair-drying towel back into the bathroom, Jack stepped tightly up to him and wrapped a muscled arm around the shorter man's throat. "Hey, Roger," he hissed. "Let's talk about this thing."
Roger yelped and grasped the arm around his throat but couldn't budge it. "Jack, wait... no... I don't want to do this..."
The shorter redhead was manhandled over to the bed. With his free arm, Jack whipped off the towel around Roger's waist, leaving him naked. Roger grunted and whined with the effort of trying to stay on his feet, but Jack easily wrestled him down onto the bed on his back.
Roger looked up at the bigger, stronger man as he straddled the red-head's waist, pinning his arms to his sides. They were both breathing heavily, and Roger continued to struggle in vain.
"Let's not kid ourselves," said Jack, as he picked up the handcuffs from the bedside table. "You want this. You want all of this. Go ahead and fight if that's what gets you off... it's not gonna stop me."
"It's not like that!" whined Roger. Jack pulled one of his arms free, holding it tightly as he cuffed the wrist. "Jack, you've got to believe me... that was just a fantasy! Just a thing to get off, you know? This... this isn't right! You can't do this!"
Jack pulled Roger's other arm free, leaned forward, and slipped the cuffs around the center post of the smaller man's headboard. Roger pulled against Jack's grip, but it was like trying to hold up a mountain. He just didn't have the strength. He cried out in fear as Jack cuffed his other wrist, binding his hands over his head to the headboard.
"Please, don't," said Roger, tears starting to form in his eyes. "I'm serious... I... I didn't really want to suck you. Please..."
Jack shook his head slowly, rising off of his partially bound roommate. "Don't care anymore," he said. Standing on the side of the bed, he grasped Roger's leg under the knee, and forced it up and back. Roger closed his eyes and strained with everything he had, but his knee rose inch by inch, his thigh pulled back and to the side.
When his knee was nearly touching his chest, Jack used the rope tied to that corner of the headboard and bound his leg in place. Roger felt the first stirrings of a cool breeze under his balls and pulled hard on the handcuffs and rope.
"NO! No, not this... you CAN'T!" he said. Jack walked to the other side of the bed, grappled the other leg, and even as Roger tried to kick and thrash, bent, pulled, and tied that one as well.
Jack looked down at his handiwork and smiled. Roger was a pretty picture; flat on his back, thighs lifted and spread wide, little pink butthole twitching out in the open. The smaller man's cock was stiffening rapidly despite his protests and struggles, maybe because of his protests and struggles.
