"Bondage, it's my biggest turn on."
"OK, I can work with that," says Chandler. "Like, you want to tie up a girl on a bed or something?"
You had to answer honestly, even though you really wanted to punch him in the face instead of revealing your inner secrets. "I'd like to put a woman on one of those spanking benches, like, you know what I mean? With the padded top, and her hands and ankles cuffed to each leg of the bench. So her ass is exposed and I can do whatever I want with her."
"Damn..." says Chandler, "You are kinky."
"If you're gonna make fun of me then why did you ask?" You're practically yelling with anger now.
"Let's try it out," says Chandler, ignoring your anger. "You are trapped on a spanking bench like the one you're imagining."
Before you can react, you feel yourself twisting and being pulled and the room blurs, you can't tell up from down and you want to puke...and then everything is stable. Your hands are cuffed, and you move your feet and feel them cuffed too. Your legs are stretched all the way out, and the bench you're on has wide legs, just like you'd always imagined...for someone else. In your fantasies, the girl's legs would be spread so wide that you'd be able to see her butt hole. Let a girl say no to anal in this position.
"Chandler, you idiot, I don't want to be in bondage!" You look around, craning your neck. You're still in the living room of your apartment. Chandler is behind you, looking at you. No...he's looking at your ass.
"This isn't a big deal," says Chandler. "And how are you going to get a girl in bondage if you haven't tried it? You'll come off as creepy. Now you know what it's like."
"Fuck you!" You shout, and you've never been this impolite with someone since you were a kid. It's not like you.
"I see your dick is still hard; this magic ring is amazing," says Chandler. "Also, I'm not going to take that kind of language. You're being a bad boy."
"Ugh, stop it, sicko," you say.
"In your fantasies, did you ever spank these girls?" he asks.
"Yes," you say. "But don't spank me!"
"All right, I can do it," says Chandler. Before you can react, Chandler's hand slaps into your exposed bottom. In your fantasies, the girl would be totally helpless, and now you were too.
"Ow, fucker!" Your shouts grow with each loud smack on your bottom, at first it's just shock, but it turns into pain with Chandler's steady spanking. This fucking hurts!
"Apologize to me and I'll stop," Chandler says, swinging his palm down on your left butt cheek.
"Ow!" You struggle with it, but you know how your fantasy plays out. She would have to give in, she was stuck to a spanking bench, and now so was he. More spanks came down, grinding down your pride. What was the use?
"OK, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for yelling at you, please stop!"
"There," says Chandler, rubbing your smooth butt cheeks with both hands, and you hated how good it felt to have your roommate rubbing your stinging ass. "That was fun."
"For you maybe," you say, not too loudly. Better to control yourself until you get free from this bench.
Chandler's finger starts circling your anus, and you reconsider not yelling at him. But you can still feel the pain of the spanking and decide against it, but it's hard to ignore the feeling of someone touching you in that sensitive and very private spot.