The Forbidden Room 01 - The Forbidden Room (2 page)

Ethan had been gone for two hours, and I was sitting in my room failing to study for my abnormal psych midterm. I decided that in the interest of being able to concentrate enough to pass this semester, I had to know one way or the other. If he was doing something I couldn’t accept, I could always move back in with Kimberly. It wasn’t an inviting prospect, but it wasn’t like I didn’t have anywhere else to go. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and found the determination I needed, and I stood up. I was betraying Ethan’s trust in me by doing this, but I couldn’t just keep ignoring the warning bell in my head when it came to that room. Once in the hallway, I actually checked over my shoulder. I felt like a criminal, just by going down the hall and opening a door. When he’d taken the girl into the room last night, I hadn’t seen him use a key, so it must be unlocked, and I cringed at that thought. He trusted me; that was why he didn’t lock it. If there were truly something horrible going on in that room, wouldn’t he lock the door?

With mounting trepidation, I reached the end of the hallway. I really didn’t want to do this, but I felt I had no choice if I ever wanted to be able to concentrate on something other than this door again; I needed to know what was behind it. Putting my hand on the knob, I looked over my shoulder once again. Finally, I tried the knob. It turned easily in my hand, and I pushed the door open.

With a sense of shock and awe, I looked around the tastefully designed room. It was immediately evident that it held different types of bondage equipment. The leather padded tables, chairs, and benches were handsomely designed and placed strategically throughout the room. There was an understated audio and video center on one wall with several cabinets that I assumed held CDs and DVDs. The opposite wall consisted almost entirely of hooks and shelves where other equipment was stored. Just in a cursory glance, I saw handcuffs, paddles, and several candles. A shiver ran through me as I glanced around again. Once I knew it wasn’t anything illegal, I had to get out of here before I was discovered.

Making sure to eat early, I hid in my room like a child when Ethan came home, not able to face him after what I’d done. I had exposed a private side of Ethan that he never intended for me to discover. To pass the time, and try to distract myself, I reread the essay I would be handing in on Monday. As I was polishing the citation page, a knock sounded on my door. Ethan had never knocked on my door before. He knew. My heart rate increased exponentially, and I began to breathe faster as I got up to open the it. Maybe he just wanted to share dinner? I had to get a hold of myself, and not jump to conclusions. Taking a deep breath, I answered the door.

Immediately, my eyes went to his and I knew. There was a spark in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before, but his face was expressionless. My eyes fell as the guilt rolled over me, and I knew I was going to have to make it up to him, I just wished I knew how.

“Follow me,” he said in an even, yet authoritative tone. felt like I had no choice but to let him lead me out of my bedroom. I was surprised when he led me toward the end of the hall and into the room. I had not expected to ever come in here again. Walking back to the far wall, he opened the heavy curtains, letting fading sunlight stream into the room, and then Ethan stood gazing out over the grounds at the rear of the house. I started to become edgy, why didn’t he just get on with it? What was the point in making me wait? Not wanting to risk his ire any more than necessary, I remained quiet and observed him. Finally, he turned around and spoke.

“I asked you specifically not to come in to this room,” he said slowly, and I nodded. I looked down again, not wanting to see his disapproval. Reaching out tentatively, he lifted my chin with his fingers and looked into my face for an immeasurable period. I don’t know what he found there, but he seemed to come to a decision.

“It seems that you have a choice to make,” he said finally, and I looked up. “You can either be naked and waiting for me in this room on Saturday at nine am, or you can be out of the house by the end of the month. I will fully refund your deposits, and we will part amicably.” Then, he turned and opened the door. I couldn’t even wrap my mind around the questions I wanted to ask him, and my face must have revealed my shock and terror at his ultimatum, but he said nothing as he passed right by me without another glance. I lumbered numbly back to my room.

My eyes never closed that night, and I couldn’t face my Friday class. I stayed in my room contemplating my choice.
Am I really considering this?
Again, there was no one I could discuss it with. Kimberly would be horrified, and I couldn’t tell any of my friends that my roommate wanted me to become some kind of boy toy. If I was completely honest with myself, I knew that I didn’t want to leave. In the six weeks that I had lived here, this had become my home. Until last night, Ethan had been the perfect roommate, and I didn’t want to give that up. As I allowed myself to think about the other choice, the choice where I stayed and became the boy toy, my cock throbbed. Everything in that room scared the hell out of me, but even if I couldn’t really admit it to myself, it turned me on as well. I couldn’t understand why, I’d had about a dozen girlfriends in my life. A few of those girlfriends had been adventurous, so I’d played the games - the doctor, the teacher, and I even tied a couple of them up – but those games were nothing compared to this. I had never even thought about another guy in a sexual manner. Realizing the dynamic of the relationship I was considering, I wondered if I would even be capable of becoming aroused with a man. What if I couldn’t? I would be humiliated, and then forced to leave. Why couldn’t I have just minded my own fucking business?

Saturday morning dawned and after coming to a decision late the night before, I had finally slept. To help calm me, I had stayed in the shower longer than really necessary; my nerves were on edge now, wondering what Ethan’s reaction would be. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was a quarter to nine and I wrapped the towel around my waist. Closing my eyes, I took several deep breaths. I didn’t see the need to dress, so at five minutes before nine, I opened my bedroom door and walked down the hall to the room wearing only a thin towel. Ethan wasn’t there yet, as I knew he wouldn’t be. He would make me wait, drawing out my torment, forcing me to stand naked in this room that honestly frightened me. Looking around at the different equipment, I thought of a hundred different ways he could torture me in here. I’m sure he already knew each one.

I closed the door to the room, and folded the towel I had wrapped around my waist. Thankfully, it was warm, but my nipples had hardened anyway. There were no clocks in the room, and my anticipation was almost tangible as I waited for Ethan. Remembering my realization about the room being soundproof, I wasn’t unsurprised when I couldn’t hear anything on the other side of the door. I felt awkward, I didn’t know what to do with my hands, or if I should sit somewhere, or stand. Looking around at the chairs and benches, I realized I couldn’t force myself to sit on one in fear that made it feel like I was eager. Was I? I tried desperately not to think about what was going to happen. The minutes ticking by felt like hours.

I began to wonder if he was coming at all. Maybe this was my punishment, maybe he just wanted to freak me out. Mission accomplished, man. Not being able to resist, my eyes roamed around the room while I waited. It was then that I noticed the pulley in the ceiling, leather cuffs dangling from it that held my eye for a moment, until I noticed the lever on the wall. This equipment was clearly meant to lift the subject by the arms and allow them to hang there while they were violated. My heart rate accelerated, and I tried to focus my eyes somewhere else. They landed on something that looked like black mountain climbing rope, cut into different lengths hanging on pegs on the wall. These two things in close proximity to each other forcibly brought home the reality of what I was agreeing to. I turned and headed for the door. Just as I got to the front of the room, I saw the knob turn.

My breath came in wild gasps and, I froze where I stood. My panic was barely contained when he stepped through the door wearing a plain grey t-shirt and black leather pants, the quiet authority that radiated from him was unmistakable. Without acknowledging me, he walked to the stereo on the wall, turned it on, and classical music began to flow through the speakers. Then, he turned to me. My breathing still wasn’t under control, but I tried to stand still as he came toward me.

“Today, we are going to assess your potential,” he said, in a hard voice as he walked in a circle around me. “I can see that you are only partially erect, most likely because of your fear.” I felt his muscled body against me from behind, his clothes rubbing against me reminded me that I was painfully naked. I felt more than bare now, I felt vulnerable. With his lips at my ear, he murmured, “I have thought about you like this countless times since you moved into my house. Do you feel what you do to me?” Pressing his hips into my buttocks, I felt his erection hard against me. To my utter mortification, my body reacted, and I was now fully erect.

“Very nice,” he said and walked over to where the black ropes hung on the wall. He picked up a black bar with metal rings at each end, and several lengths of rope before returning to stand right in front of me. “By choosing this option, you are agreeing to become my submissive. I will train you, discipline you, and meet your sexual needs. You may not engage in other sexual relationships or satisfy your own needs, and you will follow my instructions to the letter. Do you understand?” I nodded, and he continued. “You will have two safe words. If you do not wish to continue our relationship, and you wish to leave this house as we discussed previously, you need only to say the word. That word is ‘sunset’. This is the end of who you once were, and the beginning of your new life. Do you wish to use that word now?” Reminding myself that I had already made this decision, I shook my head, and then looked down at the floor. “Your other safe word, the one you will use to stop any scene is ‘red’. We will discuss that in more detail later. Are you ready?” I took a deep, shaky breath, trying not to imagine what was coming and then I nodded.

“Then we will begin,” he said simply, and walked behind me. “Cross your wrists behind your back.” I put my arms behind my back and felt him use one of the lengths of rope to bind them tightly.

“On your knees” he said in a sharp voice. Carefully, because of my bound hands, I lowered myself to the floor. “Spread your legs.” Doing as he asked, he placed the bar between my knees. When he tied each of my knees to the metal loops on either end of the bar, I felt wholly debased, now naked and spread for him on his hardwood floor. He brought one of the lower benches over, and after setting it in front of me, adjusted it to my height using a set of pegs on each side. Then, with his warn hand between my shoulder blades, he pushed me over the ottoman so that my stomach rested against the cool leather. His touch was gentle, but firm giving me no option to resist him.

“Now, you will be punished for your transgression. I told you not to enter this room, however you felt compelled to do so. This will help you to understand that you will obey me,” he said, and I watched him walk to the wall and pull down a long wooden paddle. Immediately, I squirmed on the bench wondering if I should use the word. Could I do this? When the first blow came, I was unprepared for it and jerked forward into the bench. I didn’t cry out, I couldn’t. I was determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing me react to his punishment. Crack after crack of the paddle resounded through the room, and I suddenly understood why the room was soundproofed. Even though I never made a sound throughout my punishment, the sheer humiliation of the setting was soon apparent as my hips moved to absorb the blows. My erection continuously rubbed against the soft leather padding of the bench making me become incredibly aroused. How could I get so hard being paddled by another man?

Finally, it was over. When he rubbed my sore buttocks with his large hand, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me. It stung, but the tenderness he showed felt nice. As he walked around the bench, I couldn’t meet his eye, so I dropped my head. Stroking my hair affectionately, he said “You took that well, Jayden. I am impressed.” Pulling on my shoulders so I straightened up, he pushed the bench out of the way, and looked hungrily at my body. “You seemed to enjoy it as well,” he mused, and my face flamed. He stepped closer to me and I watched in horrified fascination as he released a snap on the front of his pants and removed a panel, his erection now framed by the opening in his clothing. Still, he was clothed, and I was naked. One more level of subjugation I was required to face.

I felt his hand stroke my cheek slowly, and then he said the word I had been dreading.

“Open.”

The panic welled in my chest, but I willingly opened my mouth for another man. Of course, this act had been performed on me, but I really had little idea what to do now. My mind had gone blank with the sheer depravity of it. I felt his erection enter my mouth, and my mind rebelled against it, but as I tried to turn my head, he held it fast. Soon I could taste him, the flavor of salt and musk strong on my tongue, and I forced myself to breathe through my nose, relaxing as he released my head. It would have been better if he’d have forced me, but he did not move once he was fully in my mouth, and it was now up to me to willingly perform the act. This must have been what he meant by assessing me. With tears welling at the corners of my eyes, I began to move. Softly, he moaned as I carefully bobbed my head back and forth sucking him.

“Jayden, look at me,” he demanded, and I opened my eyes to look up at him to find his brown eyes studying me for a moment before his head fell back and he put his fingers in my hair. He began to gently guide my movements. Feeling the rigid texture of him as he fucked my mouth, I had to concentrate hard on breathing through my nose as his thrusts increased in tempo. Instinctively, I sucked harder just wanting it to be over. The sounds he made excited me, and my hips moved in a softer rhythm that complemented his. I was impossibly hard.