Seen that… Seen that too… What’s this? Nah, nothing new…
Click after click after click, I kept searching through the large variety of movies and clips, using different search words, racking my brain to think of new ones. I tapped my foot against the floor, knowing the minutes passed by, eating away my precious night off.
I sighed, tousling my hair almost anxiously. They were all so boring. I couldn’t find anything to watch! I finally had some free time to spare to watch something fun, but the list I was browsing through was just disappointing. My roommate was gone for the day, I had no essays due anytime soon, no exams, no friends or family to see, no other obligations, and nothing! Not a single clip I hadn’t already seen or wasn’t boring me to death!
I checked a couple of more sites, but the endless search finally got on my nerves, so I pushed my laptop away in frustration.
How hard could it be to find decent porn?! For fuck’s sake…
I leaned back in my chair and stared at the dark ceiling. The only lights in my room came from the laptop. I had closed the curtains; I had my lube and my tissues, and it was only ten in the evening, so I still had time. Sadly, as a twenty-three-year-old college student and a major porn addict, I had apparently run out of material to jack off to. I had found the world of porn at the age of eight. At the age of what, twelve or thirteen, I had already been hooked. It got worse when I got my very first laptop at the age of sixteen.
For studying, of course. Thanks, Mom!
Then she wondered why I wasn’t seeing any of my friends anymore.
I gagged a little when the two thoughts, Mom and porn, got too close to each other. I threw the former out of my head and tried to think of new search words to use. I had tried the basic words already, like ‘bound and fucked’, ‘strangled’, ‘whipped’, ‘tortured’, ‘gagged’, and all kinds of different combinations of them, but I had to face it: the clips were the same every time. If not the same, similar. I had already watched the new patch of videos my favorite sites had uploaded recently, and I was a bit wary of the unknown websites, since as a student, I couldn’t afford a new laptop if my current one got filled with viruses. I liked to think that the well-known sites didn’t have that problem.
I let out a long sigh and slouched on my desk. If only I could find a girl to do all those things with… Well, if only I could afford at least a few of those toys they used in my favorite movies, so I could actually suggest trying them out with a girl. Sure, I had been with a couple of girls who were more than happy to try bondage and some light whipping, but that’s about it.
Sitting back up, I pulled the laptop closer and opened my special file. It contained all the great clips and movies I had come across over the years. I had saved them for emergency situations like the one I was having now, and even the fact that I had seen them multiple times already wasn’t a turnoff for me.
So, even though I was disappointed about the lack of new movies, I still got my happy ending.
Friday night. Franky, my roommate and a good friend, had invited me to a party, and I wasn’t the kind of guy to refuse such invitations. It wasn’t the booze why I was so eager to leave the dorm that evening. Girls. They were the reason for pretty much everything I did in life.
I met up with Franky, who was already getting tipsy, at a train station near the campus, and together we headed downtown. A friend of his girlfriend’s – or something like that – was turning twenty-five and had decided to rent a bar for the night. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was safe to say she was loaded. I couldn’t even rent a car for a day, not to mention an entire bar.
Once we got there, the party was already heating up. There had to be at least two hundred people already, and more kept coming in. I soon noticed that the ratio between males and females was heavily leaning in my favor.
“Josh! This’ll be one hell of a night, bro!” Franky laughed, hanging onto my neck while I led him away from the counter so he couldn’t order more shots – he already had four while I was sipping my beer.
“If you say so,” I laughed, and dropped him on a vacant seat before sitting down next to him.
“Lissen, bro,” Franky slurred, “I’m tellin’ you, this – this will be the best night of our lives!”
He always told me that every time we went out. “Hell yeah!” I replied, and turned my gaze across the dance floor.
So, so many girls… If only I could tell what sort of things they were into. Wouldn’t it be great if they had special name tags on them? Like, ‘Hi, my name is Sophia and I like bondage’. There was nothing wrong with good, old-fashioned fornication, but right now my mood was set to something more extreme.
I spent a moment with Franky, listening to his drunken chatter with one ear, while keeping an eye on the dance floor. At some point, one of the lovely ladies noticed me. And by that, I meant that cute little wink she gave me over her margarita. I gave her a charming smile, and she responded by wrapping her plush lips around her straw, taking a sip from her drink. It was definitely a response, and I knew that because there were different kinds of ways ladies handled the straw, and they all had different meanings. One was ‘I’m thirsty’. Another one was ‘this is your cock, and this is what I’m going to do with it’. And the way this woman handled her straw was definitely not the former.
And I was right.
“Harder! Yes, oh GOD, harderrr…!”
Overall, it was a good night. She was great in bed, but it was just that normal, let’s-fuck-each-others-brains-out kind of sex. Not bad, I guess, since she was a very active partner. A loud partner. But that wasn’t a turnoff for me, on the contrary, but the neighbors gave me the stink eye when I left her place the next morning.
It took me almost an hour to get back to campus. I didn’t have much of a hangover, but I was tired. I just wanted to go take a shower and sleep for the rest of the day, but when I finally stepped into my dorm room, I quickly learned I wasn’t going to get off that easy.
“Look who it is. My party pal. My right hand. My wingman,” Franky spoke, sitting up on his bed.
I let out a sigh and shut the door. “Yes, yes, I ditched you… But, for the record, you had other friends to hang out with. And the girl I hooked up with was hot.”
“Yeah, about that. She was the birthday girl,” Franky spoke. “You pissed off quite a few people last night.”
I tried to look apologetic when I smirked at him. “Well, I hope she liked the gift.”
“Gift?” Franky frowned, and almost immediately gagged. “I don’t want to talk about your schlong!”
“I had a bow and everything on it,” I joked, and Franky gagged harder.
“Anyway,” he said, stressing the word, “I’m such a good friend that I will forgive you for ditching me this time.”
“Thank you very much,” I said, bowing at him with my hands held together. “You’re the greatest friend a man could ever have.” I wished he didn’t detect the sarcasm in my voice. I just wanted to get over with the lecture and hit the shower, so I could go to sleep already. “Now, if you’ll excuse me–”
“I met someone at the bar,” Franky said, and I tried to hold back a sigh. Right now, I wasn’t interested in hearing about his conquers.
“Please, I’m in desperate need of a shower and food and sleep,” I begged, but he just shook his head.
“You might want to hear this out,” he said with a smirk. “Like I said, I met someone at the bar. And by someone I don’t mean just someone – it was Nikita Kozlov!”
“I have no idea who that is,” I said, getting annoyed.
“No? You probably should, because this Nikita likes bondage and stuff,” Franky said with a wide smile. “So, of course, we started talking about bondage and stuff, and I mentioned your addiction to kinky sex.”
“Why would you do that?” I breathed out. “Now everyone thinks I’m a freak.”
“Don’t worry, no one else was there to hear us,” Franky said. “Anyway. If you want, I can hook you two up.”
I stared at him for a moment. “You want to hook me up with someone I have never even seen before?”
“Are you saying that you’re not even a little bit interested?” Franky asked, picking up a piece of paper from his nightstand. “I guess I’ll just throw this away then.”
“Is it her phone number?” I guessed, stepping closer. “Did she… seem interested?”
“Very interested,” Franky said, and gave me the paper. “See? This is how a wingman should behave. I was spending all my time trying to hook you up, but you just ditched me for the birthday girl,” he spoke, acting offended.
“If this is legit, I will make it up for you,” I said, holding the phone number in midair.
“You’d better. It is legit,” Franky said, leaning back on his bed. “So. Where’s my thank you?”
“Thank you,” I said and looked at the number. I couldn’t help but smile at it. “I can’t believe you went through the trouble to get me this,” I added.
“That’s what friends are for,” Franky smirked.
I woke up around five in the afternoon. The first thing I had in my mind was the phone number Franky gave me. It had been burning in my head the entire day. I was pretty sure it was even in my dreams.
Nikita Kozlov. Franky knew me well enough to know that by bondage I didn’t mean just handcuffs. He knew I wished to find someone who would want much more than that. Was it possible he had actually found someone like that?
I frowned when I remembered how smashed he had been when I left the bar. He usually didn’t black out or drink himself under the table, so I hoped he hadn’t just imagined everything. It was possible that he was exaggerating, or that he had misunderstood this Nikita. Maybe she meant she was willing to try handcuffs, and nothing more – that’s how it usually was.
I grabbed my phone before I could depress myself by overthinking stuff and started typing a message.
Hello, you don’t know me, but a friend of mine, Frank Ballista, gave me your number. I’m Joshua.
I really didn’t expect getting a reply anytime soon, so I was shocked when I got a message only a few minutes later.
Well hello Joshua. Franky did tell me about you. How are you?
I smiled at the text. At least Nikita was real, so, so far so good. I texted with her for quite some time, and it became clear to me that she wanted exactly the same from me as I wanted from her: sex. And not just any kind of sex.
Why don’t you come see for yourself ;) I own quite a nice collection if I may say so…
We were talking about toys. Toys… costumes… harnesses… whips… I would die if this person was just fooling around with me. It was just too perfect to be true! There had to be a catch. Or it was just a massive prank. I was already semi-hard after talking with her for an hour.
I wanted to meet her. I had to meet her.
“How about… a cup… of coffee…? My treat,” I muttered out loud while typing the message. I sent it and waited anxiously for her reply. It didn’t take her long, and when I read it, my heart started beating faster from excitement.
What are you doing this evening?
It wasn’t unusual for me to go out on blind dates, or go out on a date with someone completely random person the day I met them. Therefore, we agreed to meet up in two hours at a coffee shop that was close to the bar I was at last night, and I couldn’t have been more excited about it. I already liked this girl.
“Franky, you bastard, if you’re just messing with me, I swear…” I muttered to the empty room and got out of the bed.
I honestly didn’t even care what she looked like. Young, old, big or small, white, black, local or an alien from out of space with six eyes and no boobs, I didn’t care. The way she talked in the messages was just too damn arousing, and if she really had all those toys… If she really was into the same stuff I was…
Before I could start getting ready, I had to deal with my hard-on first, so I grabbed some tissues and dealt with it, trying to imagine what the evening would bring.
I was left alone for the evening, so I assumed Franky was out with his friends or visiting his family. I had all the privacy in the world to take a shower, get dressed and clean up my appearance. I left an hour early because I was too restless to stay in the small room. I had to admit, I had never felt so anxious before. Maybe back when I was a teenager, but at some point, I had stopped being so nervous about meeting new people. Now, I was almost sweating. I wanted to think it was because I was afraid this was just a dream.
Half an hour later, I arrived at the coffee shop. I paused for a moment to take a deep breath and fix my hair before I stepped in. There were a lot of people in there, but I found an empty table at the corner, next to a big window. I still didn’t know what she looked like, but she’d told me she would be wearing a gray shirt and black jeans, and she would be carrying a bright-red laptop bag.
The shop was small, so it was easy for me to tell she wasn’t there yet. I took my phone, and my stomach almost flipped around when I saw a new message from her. I didn’t open it right away. I didn’t know if I wanted to see what she wanted to say. Maybe it was Franky after all, telling me it was just a joke.
I shook my head and opened it. Relief washed over me when I read it. She said she would be about ten minutes too early. I told her I was already waiting for her at the corner on the left side of the door. She replied that she would hurry then. With a winky face.
So, I waited. And waited. And waited. It felt like an eternity, but in reality, only three minutes had passed. I didn’t want to go buy myself anything yet because that would’ve been impolite. I just kept waiting. The minutes passed way too damn slow.
But then… Then…!
Gray shirt. Black jeans. Red bag. Slim figure. Narrow face. Shoulder-length, gray hair that looked like someone had poured ash on them. Big sunglasses holding the bangs back. Light-gray eyes that met mine. Big smile on a pair of narrow lips. Thin arm raised into a greeting. Long legs walking towards me.
“You must be Joshua.”
Nikita Kozlov sat down in front of me, placing the bag gently on the table. I forgot how to speak. I forgot how to breathe. I could only stare at the person, who was now staring back at me with a fading smile.
Franky, for God’s sake!
Nikita Kozlov… was a man.