I remember hearing the phone ringing.

I woke up to a bright and garish light. My face was wet, and all around my field of vision was shining white. Right before my eyes I could see a shadowy, rippling image; a reflection of my face. My shoulders hurt, and my knees, and there was something wrapped tightly about my wrists and ankles. I heard a strange echo of someone's scream of shock as I tried unsuccessfully to stand.

There was a sudden pressure on my throat, and I began to choke. Some force pulled me backwards, and I saw in a flash that I had been kneeling with my face in the toilet before I crashed to the floor. I moaned as I fell on my arm, my hands bound behind my back and totally useless. Worse, the tight material binding my wrists was also wrapped about my ankles which were then tied off to my hands, creating an effective hog-tie. I sprawled on the floor of the bathroom, wincing in the sudden light and looking about, trying to figure out just what was going on.

Steve towered above me, his face red with rage and his eyes pink with liquor. He was drunk, still gripping tightly something about my throat that I later learned was a dog collar. Behind him stood Sharon, blocking the doorway to the bathroom with a look of shock on her face. Her eyes were huge, and her hands were hiding her mouth, but it seemed that I saw the edges of a smile curling her lips. I glanced down at my bound body and saw the reason for her amusement. I was naked.

"What the fuck is goin' on here?!" Steve shouted, jerking my collar. He was hunched over my helpless body, screaming in my face. "What the hell are you doin'?!"

"I-" I tried to say, to explain, but Sharon cut me off.

"Steve! Take it easy. You must have been robbed." Sharon edged deeper into the bathroom until she was standing over me as well. Her feet were right at my head, so close that I could smell the leather of her soft boots. She stared down at me. "He's tied up. He couldn't have done that to himself."

She was right about that. I had been intrigued by bondage most of my life, but had dismissed it as another part of my 'geek-dom'. I had been interested, but had never taken it to the point of being tied up by anyone, or doing it to myself. I had no idea what had happened though, or how I had come to get into this position. I tried to speak again, but this time it was Steve who cut me off.

"Bull shit!" Steve gave my collar a jerk and threw me back to the floor. "He was drinkin' outta the toilet for Christ's sake. Tell me somebody made him do that." He gave me a kick in the butt, which in turn made my body lurch forward and slammed my head against the base of the sink. I saw stars for a moment. I sensed Steve leaning down, felt his spittle on my face.

"Is this what you do to beat off, faggot?! Is this what gets you hot?" He drove a fist into my arm, then back handed me across the face when I cried out. Tears welled in my eyes as I saw Sharon grab at his arm and haul him off of me. I felt the toe of her boot in my back as she shifted her feet.

"Steve! Stop it! Untie him!"

"No!" Steve slurred, driving his foot into my ass again. "He went to a lotta trouble to tie himself up. He can get outta this himself." He leaned in close again, "Did'ja piss in the toilet before ya drank outta it, bitch? Maybe ya got lucky and Shary's piss was still there, hunh? Is that it?" He spat in my face.

"Steve! Don't. That's gross." She sounded disgusted, but I heard the slightest giggle in her voice and I had to wonder just how much she was actually enjoying my predicament. "Besides, I gotta pee!"

"So? Go ahead. Fag boy'd probably get off on it." Steve slammed me down again and I heard Sharon giggle.

"No way. C'mon.Get him outta here. I gotta go!"

I felt Steve hook his arms beneath my armpits and I thought he might drag me into the living room, but to my shock and surprise he merely hefted me up and heaved me into the bathtub. I landed hard on my shoulder and began to moan in pain, my voice choking with tears. He yelled at me to shut up, and a second later I felt him cramming some silky cloth into my mouth before wrapping a towel about my head and knotting it tightly in place. I realized in a moment that he had cleave gagged me with Sharon's panties stuffed into my mouth and pressing down on my tongue. I moaned into my gag and looked up at my best friend and his girlfriend as they stared down at me.

"Mmmmnnn." I said around my gag, which caused Steve to sneer and Sharon to giggle. I hung my head in shame as Steve drew the shower curtain closed, sealing me in.

"That's right, bitch. You better keep it shut. I hear one sound outta you and I'll kick the crap outta ya." I heard Sharon whisper something about the bathroom, and Steve grunted "Too bad.Deal with it." Then I heard the door to the bathroom slam shut. I could see Sharon's silhouette against the shower curtain as she stood thinking for a second. Then I had to turn away as she started to lower her panties and hike up her dress to sit on the toilet.

I heard her stream of piss as she did her natural duty, then looked back when I heard the water running in the sink. She dried her hands, then I saw her face as she peeked into the tub and smiled down at me. The initial shock and fright had vanished apparently, and she now seemed to have no trouble taking in my plight, with great amusement. She pulled the shower curtain back a bit, and I was surprised to see her booted foot slip into the tub and rub lightly over my bound body. She whispered-

"This is what you like, isn't it?" she said, flicking my growing penis with the toe of her moccasin. "I know. I've seen you staring at my feet plenty of times." She grinned, giving my balls a little kick that made me moan. "Shhh. Better be quiet or Steve'll come and kick your ass." She chuckled, leaning down close. "I won't flush the toilet, Billy. You might be thirsty later." She stood up laughing and quietly closed the curtain. A moment later the light went out and I heard the door close again.

I could hear them talking in the other room as I lay there in the tub. My body hurt, and no matter which way I rolled I could not seem to get comfortable. I struggled with my bonds of course, but the ropes (Sharon's discarded panty hose I later learned) were too strong, the knots too tight and out of reach. At some point I must have dozed, as I was awakened by the sounds of Sharon and Steve having sex. They were loud, and it lasted quite awhile. I wondered how much it excited them to do it with me bound and gagged within earshot.

I woke again, later, to an acrid smell and a stream of hot liquid splashing in my face. Through bleary eyes I saw Steve standing over me in the darkness. He was naked, and had his huge dick in his hand, guiding the stream of his piss into my face. "Drink up, buddy." He laughed as I wretched, trying to turn away, but he just followed me, soaking my face, gag and hair. He left me crying, alone in the dark.