Ok, I'll admit, I worked and voted for McCain. My sometimes friend, sometimes rival Roger was an out and out Barama supporter. We were both so adamant that, two days before the election, we made a wager. But maybe first just a few words about our relationship.

I am and always have been straight, but a guy who likes the idea of being tied up . . . by a woman; and had never considered being tied up by a guy. Although I am straight, I have long considered Roger as a friend, even though he is openly bi. While Roger is a friend, we have often found ourselves in rivalry, first in high school, then college, and finally as employed adults. We have opposed each other in sports, academically, and economically. We have even sometimes found ourselves after the same girl when in school; but not so often as he began to lean more toward the gay side of being bi.

So, that weekend before the election, while watching football together on tv, we got into a more heated than usual arguement ending in agreeing to a bet. But what to bet? So I told him that if McCain won, he would make a dinner for me the next weekend - he's a great cook!. And he agreed; then he told me that if he won, he would get to tie me up for the same weekend. He had learned of my weird interest a few months before during a drinking bout. He had never mentioned it again since. I told him to come up with something else, and he told me to put my money where my mouth was, AND that he had wanted to have his way with me for a long time. After a heated verbal sparring, he had me challenged and I had to agree to be tied up if I lost.

Well, you know the outcome of the election. And the next Friday night, Roger showed up at my apartment, a satchel of toys in hand. Roger refused to discuss ground rules or limits, since they had not been brought up when the bet was made. I had to agree. Then he told me that I could strip down to my shorts before he tied me up, or be stripped after, with the possibility that my clothes might necessarily be damaged. So I stripped down to my jockeys as he watched with a smile.

I almost backed out when he told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back, but he had won fair and square and I couldn't be "chicken." Again, I almost began to try to twist free as he pulled the rope around my crossed wrists, but I knew that I'd never live down backing our from our wager. And then there were too many tight strands around my wrists to overcome what he was doing to me. I thought that I might later be able to loosen the rope and get out of it, but not after he cinched it tight between my wrists.

"Gotcha, Sucker," Roger said as he shoved me just a little roughly face down onto the floor. "Now you're getting just what you told me you wanted. Well, maybe not exactly; after all, I'm not a girl. Maybe when I'm done with you, that'll be ok too."

"Hey, what are you doing," I asked when he began to pull down my jockey's.

"What do you think, cutie? I been wanting to see you nekkid for a long time now. You might not like it, but nothing you can do about it; you're going to be my sweetie this weekend."

Less than a half hour later, I was naked, hogtied, gagged and blindfolded on the floor as I listened to Roger search through my apartment for what he called "incriminating evidence." He found it too; some pictures of myself tied up which an older female friend had taken a couple of years before. He also managed to find my password and got into my computer to find some web sites I had recently been visiting - and in my desperation and curiosity, they had not been all heterosexual.

Nor by Sunday afternoon was I still strictly straight. Roger, by then, had done things to me which had made me very aware of just how real and inescapable my varying styles of bondage were. He used me in ways which gradually became less and less depraved in my own mind as he forced me to become accustomed to those uses of me. My own secret justification for accepting was that I was unable to resist.

Roger and I are still friends. And every so often we make a wager . . .that I know I cannot win.

Strand Ankler

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03.01.09