Date: Fri, 23 May 2008 11:33:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: jg772004@yahoo.com
Subject: Servitude in a Straitjacket 1 (Revised)

This story is not fiction. It is a true story and the names have been
changed to keep the peoples' identity secret.

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story
contains descriptions of extreme sexual and bondage activity between two
college roommates. The acts are consensual and very graphic and are a
result of their growing relationship for one another. Please write: JG at
jg772004@yahoo.com, I would love to hear if you like my story.


Chapter 1

College isn't quite for everyone, but it is for most people. College is
there for three things and three things only: to party, to learn, or to
have "fun". Let me start off by telling a little bit about myself. My name
is Jeremy, and I'm 18 years old. I'm about 5'10-5'11, 185 lbs with black
spikey hair, light blue eyes, and the body of an athlete. I work out five
times a week so I try to stay in the best shape I can. I always believe
that you should take care of your body, because you never know when its
going to give out on you, or what kind of "activities" your going to be
doing with it. Me being a high school, now college, football player, I not
only exercise, but I lift weights as well. Realisticly, I'm more of a
jockhead than brainiac. I mean I'm good in school, but I am just better at
athletics.

One final thing about me, is that I am gay. I have always found guys more
attractive then girls. Guys don't argue together, they dont get overly
emotional, and best of all...no PMS. But I do have a soft spot for girls. I
have three younger sisters who I care for dearly, but being around them
drives me nuts. Having a relationship with a gf just did not appeal to
me. I began finding guys attractive since I was 13 years old, so basically
by the time I was 13, I knew I was gay. I am not one of those girly gay
guys though. I always liked guys that were gay but manly, maybe a lil bit
controlling, but sensual. I fooled around with many guys in high school at
a very young age, losing my virginity at 15, but it wasn't until I came to
college, where I would have some of the most incredible experiences of my
life.

One other thing I grew accostumed to, was sexual bondage and domination. I
have seen so much bondage porn, that it just began to appeal to me. How
would I feel in the position all tied up and helpless, and at the mercy of
another person. Having that person do whatever he wants with me. Having
absolute no control and no power over nothing, while I am forced to get
what I like, or I'll be forced to like what I get. Bondage is a very
interesting sexual way of life, because the number one thing that must come
from a bondage relationship is trust. Do I trust that person enough to use
me? Will he set me free when were done? How long will he keep me bound? Its
questions like these that get you excited about bondage, but at the same
time, they bring worry and doubt into your mind.

All these questions would be answered for me my first year in
college...almost from the very first day I arrived.

I pulled up in the parking lot of my dorm in my 2003 Ford Mustang on the
first day ready to move in. I'm wearing blue jean shorts, a tight red
muscle shirt, white boxer briefs, a football visor, and sandles...hoping
maybe to catch a few glares from some guys or girls gauking at me. I've
always been a little bit cocky, but more that ever, I like to be
confident. I did not have much stuff with me. A couple boxes, a TV, a small
square fridge, and a stereo system. My parents only stayed for a few
minutes to help bring my stuff up to my room. Once I got all my stuff in my
room, my parents kissed me goodbye, told me to "behave", and left me
awaiting for my new roommate. Little did they know that my roommate would
be my "master" for the next year.

As I am unpacking my stuff, getting my stuff all situated on my side of the
room, I hear a knock on the open door behind me.

"Is this room 324?," he said.

I turned around and there he was. About 6'1-6'2, 225 lbs of solid muscle,
short well cut blond hair, baby blue eyes, a flat muscluar stomach that I
could clearly see through that tight under armor spandex shirt he was
wearing. He was wearing that, along with blue athletic shorts, and brown
sandles while he had a pair of sunglasses laying on the top of his head. He
was absolutely gorgeous and I slowly but surely grew a lil bit in my pants
but he couldn't tell...thank god...at least not yet.

"Yeah this is room 324. I'm Jeremy, your roommate," I said as I extended my
hand to shake his.

He reached out and shoke my hand. "Nice to meet you bud. I'm Aaron." He
then began to look around and then asked: "Which side of the room do you
want?" I answered, "Well it really doesn't matter. I don't have a lot of
stuff with me. I brought the fridge and the TV, and a ton of movies we
could watch." I looked up at him while unpacking my stuff, then I couldn't
help but notice his crotch was about 3 feet away from me.

"Okay, no problem...I got a batch of things I still need to get from my
car, so I'll be right back," he said.

As he got his stuff, and brought up box after box, I was unpacking all my
stuff. All my clothes, bathroom products, movies, books, food, etc., that I
was putting away in my dresser, closet, and some stuff under my bed. Aaron
then came up with a box that when he put on the floor, it opened up and I
saw a quick glance of what was on top. And thats when I saw it, and he
caught me looking at it.

"Aaron...whats that?, I said as I pointed to it, then looked up at him.

"That?" as he points at it...then he lifts it up out of the box and shows
it to me. "Its a black latex straitjacket. I bought it off an online porn
shop about a year ago. I would put my ex girlfriend in it all the time, and
watch her squirm and struggle in it all the time."

I stood up and walked over to Aaron holding it up and I felt it a little
bit. "Wow. That feels kinda weird. You gonna find some girls on campus to
put in that thing?" I said with a chuckle. Then he replied with an answer I
could not believe.

"Nah. I hope you don't mind, but I am more into guys. I hope you don't mind
having a gay roommate." he said while giving me almost like an innocent
look. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped, then I just came out and flat out
said it. "I don't mind at all Aaron. To tell you the truth...I am gay to."

His jaw dropped as well. "Oh my god!" he replied. "Then I guess, you and I
are gonna get along great. But I have to ask, do you consider yourself a
top or bottom?" he asked. I looked at him with a look of confusion. "Top or
Bottom? Whats that?" I asked.

Aaron replied, "Well, I like to be a top, because usually the top is the
one who is always in control. The bottom is the one who has to do whatever
the top asks, without question or fuss. One thng I have always been, is
that I am 100% top. Do you think you could be my bottom?"

I looked at him with a bit of a serious look and asked, "So this would be
somewhat of a bondage relationship between you and me? You be the master
and I be the slave?"

He replied, "Absolutely. I have always treated my slaves well, and I will
do the same for you if you let me. Let me help you make your decision." He
then reached into his gym shorts, and pulled them down slowly, along with
his boxers and revealed his flaccid, semi-hard 8 inch cock. I looked down
and all I could do was stare at it. Is was beautiful. It looked very meaty,
with a large blue vein along the side, the head looked like it was 2 inches
in diameter, and it went straight out. It did not have a curve to it or
nothing. It was just a long, beautiful, piece of man meat. I have no idea
how long I stared at it, but I did not realize it until Aaron caught me,
that I was licking my lips while I stared at it.

"MMMMM. I knew that would help persuade your decision. So what do you say?"
he said looking deep into my eyes while pulling his shorts back up.

"Yes sir...definitely. I will be your roommate slave," I replied. Almost
immediately, Aaron reached into one of his boxes and pull out a sheet of
paper. As a matter of fact, I could tell it was copy. Aaron made photo
copies of slave contracts and handed me one and asked me to look it
over. "Apparently you have done this before haven't you?" I
replied. "Yep...you bet. Plenty of times," he answered. I looked over the
contract as it read:

"I (my name here) hearby relinquinsh all my known freedom to (Aaron's Name
Here). By signing this contract, I hearby must serve Aaron anyway he sees
fit. My sole purpose is to serve Aaron whether it be physical, emotional,
or sexually in any way shape or form at any time without fuss or
question. By signing this contract I (my name here) must serve Aaron until
he is ready to relieve me of my duties. By signing this legal document, I
will be subjected to punishment and humiliation if I deny my new master
anything and everything he desires. To ensure fairness for the slave, list
below your limits:"

"Hmmmmm," as I thought to myself, and then I wrote down shit, animals, and
extreme bodily damage, as I dont want any of those things involved while I
serve Aaron. I showed Aaron my limits. "Is that ok?," I asked him. He
replied, "If you put it there, I won't do it to you."

I then signed my signature on the bottom and handed the contract to Aaron.

Aaron then looked at me and smiled. "Now that you are now my slave, you
must refer to me as master or sir. Is that understood?"

"Yes master...I understand" I replied.

Aaron and I then began finishing our unpacking, and getting everything
setup in our room. The TV, fridge, black light, turned our beds into
bunkbeds so we have more room, the futon, etc. Once we were done, Aaron
then walked out of the room for a moment. "Be back in this room tonight by
7 pm and we will begin your training," he said with a smile.

I thought to myself, "What the hell did I get myself into?"....Then it came
to me...I looked in his closet really quick...and I saw the straitjacket he
has hung up in his closet. I thought to myself..."Oh My God!!"