Friends United

'Didn't you offer to take her home?' I said.

He grinned. 'She was in a hurry to go. I offered to take her in the morning but she was sore.' He laughed, 'could you believe it, the tart couldn't take it.' He then stepped into my room and I noticed he was holding two cups of coffee. He gave one to me and sat on the bed to drink it. Mine tasted rather strange but when I questioned him he said he'd topped it with some whisky to help me sleep -I had no reason to question him.

It worked as only moments later I began to feel incredibly drowsy. I can't really remember what happened next but he saw the cardboard box and noticed a glint of embarrassment in my eye.

'You found one of my boxes?' he said.

I wanted to say no but somehow I found myself mouthing yes and taking off the lid. Next thing I knew I had my inquisitive fingers in the box for the second time fingering the skimpy panties and bra as if they where mine.

Brad noticed and he picked up the rubber ball gag.

'I've never seen one of them,' I say and immediately realise my stupidity. He leaps upon me to wrestle and I struggle to free myself but half entwined amongst the bed sheets my legs are powerless and he's soon straddling me like he does but this time he's slipping the rubber neckpiece over my head.

'If you've never tried one you really should give it a go,' he chuckles and without waiting for me to reply he thrust the ball into my mouth. Inadvertently I open wide as if at the dentist and he forced the rubber ball deep into my mouth prising my teeth apart and my tongue to the back of my throat. I taste rubber and struggle to break free but Brad is far too heavy and powerful for me and he clicks the gags securing lock in place with a resounding snap. I'm a prisoner, trapped, speechless, unable to utter a distinguishable sound - the ball gag locked around my head as if a medieval helmet, I can't remove it even if I tried.

'I'm the master now,' he says gleefully. 'You may call me Master Brad.'