David had been acting strange lately. But I suppose it all came to a head one evening when he sent Dwayne and Paul out on their own. Insisting that he and I stay in. I was a bit puzzled, which increased when Dwayne said to me before he left, “Don’t have too much fun, we want you fit to come with us tomorrow.” Obviously he knew something I didn’t. David was sitting in his wheelchair, “Why don’t you get some sleep Marko.” It was not a request. Taking off my jacket I walked over to the only bed (I still didn’t know why we had it) and lay down. I don’t know how long it was. But next I knew someone was tying me spread eagled to the bed. It was David. He had a strange glint in his gorgeous blue eyes. I’m sure by now you’ve realized I’ve got a bit of a crush on David. And who wouldn’t? He’s commanding, dangerous, with rugged good looks and bleached white blond hair. But most of all he exuded an air of sensuality. Oh yes, I had a bit of a crush on him. So I was not at all loath to have his attention on me. But the ropes did puzzle me a little. “David?”

“Shh,” God how I love his voice, rich, throaty and deadly, “No talking. I’m doing the talking.” He ran his gloved hands down my chest. “Do you know how much I want you?” he asked in an almost conversational tone, “With you’re boyish smile and lean body.” He gripped my tank top, “I got to hate this shirt, inching up to display your stomach for me to feast my eyes on but denying me anything more. But no more shall it frustrate me.” He tore the shirt. I gulped. As I’m sure you guessed by now I was more than a little aroused. He ran his gloves down my bare chest. “Hmmmm. That’s better. So smooth.” He murmured. Then leaned forward and began nipping and licking my neck, continuing his way down the center of my chest until he reached th waist band of my pants. Then he stepped back. I think I moaned. I’d lost track of such trivial things long ago. He removed his coat and gloves, then moved to straddle me. Leaning down he took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it. Meanwhile his hands reached down and undid my pants. I strained against the bonds, wanting to touch him. He slid my pants off and reached with one hand to delicately caress my cock. Oh this was torture. Pure torture. But I never wanted it to stop. But David could never make it that easy on anyone. He leaned back and regarded my panting form. “Well, I think you’re ready.” He leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “Tell me Marko, what do you want?”

Somehow I managed to summon the coherency to gasp, “Fuck me!”

David chuckled, “If you insist.” He got off of me. I moaned, so aroused, I’d do anything to have him touch me, I desperately needed release. But he came back, shortly I think, though it felt like eternity. He was carrying a small tube in his hands squirting some on one of his hands he eased it into me, I gasped as it first entered me. God it hurt! But then he brushed against something that sent waves of pure pleasure through my entire body. I spasmed so hard I nearly broke the bonds. He eased another finger into me. It was amazing, wonderful. But not enough. I wanted him in me. Finally, apparently satisfied by my level of desperation he removed his fingers and finally. Finally! Forcing his cock into me. He rode me hard. It hurt like hell. But I didn’t notice it much. I was too busy being deliriously happy. I came with a spout of cum all over myself. David followed me quickly.

Untying the bindings he whispered in my ear. “Get some sleep. Dwayne and Paul will be back soon I’ll take care of the rest.”

So you see we were quite happy back then. And then that bitch Star butted in. The only consolation was that he tired of her very quickly. Far more so than he did me. If only he hadn’t sought to replace her with Michael. The idiot. (Michael not David. I’ll never understand why he’d refuse someone as delish as my David. Especially for someone like Star. There’s no accounting for taste).