Ben moved out of the way, and I entered his hallway, which was a little larger than the average house. He looked at me, and I could feel his eyes scanning my body, mentally noting all the details. We were about the same height, if anything he was slightly taller. And the way he was looking, it made me feel something, almost primal, to feel wanted, and my body was reacting. Ben could tell.

"Hey Si, come over here a sec."
I walked over and our eyes locked. My hazel ones with his blue. Ben's hands moved to my shoulders.
"May I" he asked, checking if it was ok for him to put his hands on my shoulders. I nodded and he placed them there. Ben then slowly moved them downwards, over my wet tee shirt and pecs, pausing for a moment, and then just a little further.
"You must be cold in this wet clothing, let me help" and before I could say anything he took the wet white tee shirt off. "Much better" he said, "and what's this?" he stopped and held my arm, looking at the tattoo, a Celtic ring. "Nice art."
"Thanks" I replied. I didn't know what to say or do next, this was certainly not the coffee or hanging out I was expecting. I couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched me like this. "Ermm.."
"Ah yes, where are my manners! You're cold and want to clean up. If you go through that door" he indicated one on his right "you'll find some towels and a sink. That should help warm you up." I hesitated slightly. Before I could say anything, Ben continued, as if he could read my mind. "Oh yeah, of course, something to wear, I think I've got a few things you'll fit into perfectly. I'll go get them, and we can sort these clothes out later."

I walked through the door and found a large white fluffy bath sheet. I dried and cleaned myself as best as I could before entering the hallway. Ben wasn't back yet with those clothes he promised and I didn't want to take the shorts off yet. My boxers so wet that they were clinging to me, highlighting my package.
"Everything ok?" I called up the stairs I had assumed he had just gone up when suddenly it went dark. Someone crept up behind me and put something over my face, their breath was on the back of my neck.

"Hey!" I called out.

A voice whispered in my ear "It's just a blindfold. Now do what we say. Drop the towel"
"Erm... ok." Confused I dropped the towel. I still had my shorts, boxers, and socks on.
"Now take off the shorts" I did as the voice commanded.

There was something familiar about the voice "Jake?" I asked aloud.

"Yep" Jake replied
"But... But..." I didn't know what to say.
"Now the boxers and socks."
This was weirding me out. Jake was always so friendly, but this was not the Jake I knew. Unsure of myself I did what he told me to do, managing the best I could with the blindfold on.

"Excellent, as I thought - a fine specimen" came Ben's voice down the stairs. It seemed he was returning to the hallway. "Jake, you know what to do."

"Yes sir," replied Jake. He grabbed my wrists, brought them behind my back and cuffed them. I was helpless. I heard footsteps getting closer, and then once again I felt hands rubbing over my body. It was Ben once more, getting a closer and longer feel than before. I didn't know what was going on, but my cock began throbbing with excitement. Whilst this was weird, it was certainly interesting. "Not yet" Ben whispered, caressing it. "I found you something to wear Si, Jake will help put it on for you".

With some help from Jake I put on my new outfit a jock strap. It was certainly a different experience, I'd not worn one before, and putting it on blindfolded whilst handcuffed wasn't the easiest of tasks. I was stood there naked, apart from a small bit of silky fabric containing my package, in front of Ben and Jake.

"A good look on you I think" murmured Ben. I felt Ben come a little closer. Jake was still standing next to me, his arms interlocked with mine, ensuring that I couldn't do anything. I was helpless as Ben felt his way with his hands over my body, down my chest and abs, slowly stroking my bulge, and finally on to my ass cheeks with a firm squeeze. "An excellent look, for an excellent sub. Person even. Yes. I think we're going to have some fun with you today."

I didn't know what he meant by all of this, but I could tell that he was standing in front of me, those blue eyes of his staring straight into me. He must have gestured to Jake as he moved one of his hands to gently hold my head. Ben moved in and kissed me. It was the most amazing feeling, and my body knew it. Clearly Ben did too, and there was a subtle shift in the way he seemed to move, an air of satisfaction. He broke the kiss just after his hand had moved over my cock once more, bringing his mouth to my ear.

Whispering he said, "Enjoy that did you?"
I could only grunt.
"Yeah, I could tell, something is getting very excited, but I didn't say you could leak over my nice new gift. Naughty boy" he said with what sounded like a devilish cheeky grin. A little louder he spoke to Jake "I think its time for round 1, and the chair."

I gulped. "wh wh the chair?"

My response was met with silence, and I was guided through a doorway. Finally, Jake whispered in my ear.

"Welcome to our club Si. To be fair you're doing much better than the last guy. I think you'll enjoy this." He said. "But if you want to stop at any point, just say. That's important to us." He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I didn't know what the chair entailed or how many rounds whatever this would be, or what Jake meant by us, but I was determined to get through it. And what exactly did Ben mean by sub? It wasn't a word that I had heard before.