Page 59 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“Put your wrists together,” he said, then started taking off his belt.

“Like this?”

Zach nodded.

I watched him wrap the belt around my wrists and tighten the strap, securing it in place with the buckle.

“Is that too tight?”

I shrugged. “I think I could escape if I wanted, but I’m not going to try.”

Zach smirked. “Good.” He raised my arms above my head, pulling the belt higher until he reached a hook on the wall above me I hadn’t noticed.

“What’s the hook for?”

“Tying up boyfriends,” he answered. “I don’t know. Coats? I didn’t design the place.”

Zach struggled to push the hook through one of the holes in the belt, so I took the time to admire his taut stomach, which was on full view since his shirt rode up. His belly button was surrounded by light brown hair, his skin a natural tan. The brightly-colored band of whatever underwear he was wearing was also visible.

“Finally.”

I glanced up to see the belt secure on the hook. My hands were literally tied.

“I’ve wanted this for so long. I still can’t believe it.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” My anticipation was through the roof. I had never done anything like this. What’s he going to do with me?

“Now, it’s my turn,” Zach said. He reached for the waistband of my sweats and yanked them down. “Lace?”

I moved a little, trying to get comfortable, flexing my glutes in the process, which caused my hard dick to push against the flimsy fabric.

“Someone replaced all my boxers with tiny undergarments. The lace ones feel so smooth on my cock.”

“Maybe it was Jake?”

I hadn’t thought of that. “Can he do that?”

Zach shrugged, then slowly pulled at the baby blue fabric. My hard dick bent downwards as the material from the lace panties snagged it. My trimmed pubes came into view, then the base of my dick.

“Almost there,” I whispered.

Zach leaned down and kissed my stomach, teasing his way down until his tongue licked there.

I took a quick breath. I wasn’t a virgin, but it was like everything with Zach was elevated. I felt more alive now than ever.

With a quick tug, they were down. My suddenly uncovered dick sprang free and slapped him on the cheek.

“There it is, Zach. It’s all yours.”

I groaned as his tongue slid down, licking the juncture where my sac met the shaft.

“Suck my balls.”

“Hey”–Zach pushed himself up, so we were face to face–“I’m in charge here, cutie. Got it?”

I nodded.

I did say I wanted someone to take charge, but in my wildest dreams, it was never like this.