Quarantine is a good time for punishment and pleasure.

Disclaimer: This story is a gay comedy that is also fictional and for 17 and up. There is profanity, talk about sex, having sex and submission. This is a comedy that is narrated by the protagonist, so enjoy.

As I struggled to get free, Cody pushes me against the wall, puts my hands behind my back, then slips on my wrist handcuffs. “Let me go, freak,” I yelled. Cody picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

“Aaron, how many times must I tell you?” Cody said in a demanding voice, “Your place is with me, and you can’t leave.” I struggled to fall over, but Cody had me in a firm grip; he kicks the door to his master bedroom and throws me onto the bed.

“Let me go, I don’t want to be a pet, I thought it meant something else,” I told Cody while trying to get him to stop taking my underwear off, but it was no use. I was naked and handcuffed. Then he puts handcuffs on my ankles. “You sick pervert.” Cody picks me up like a bride and places me on a black inflatable sex chair, where my feet are bound, and my legs are sprawl open.

“Got this chair for you, Aaron,” Cody said, pouring YK Jelly on my dick; I was hard, and Cody stripped, crawled on me, and sat on my dick. He wanted to want to be penetrated by me. “You know the sad thing about this shit…I am so turned on.” I said, looking disappointed in myself. “It’s your punishment for trying to leave,” Cody said, caressing my nipples. I gasped. “Ok, asshole, you want to ride the bull well; here come the horns.”

“Try to push me off all you want, my pet; I’ll straddle you…just…like…this,” Cody slowly grinds me, I moan a little.

“Did we enjoy that?”

I growled at him; Then he pulls out from under the chare a large black ostrich naughty ticker. “I think you said you are highly sensitive on the bottom of your feet.”

I looked at him in raged; Cody smiles, “What do you say, after your punishment, I reward you with a…tickle?” I was about to respond when Cody’s Cellphone rang. We both looked at the phone on the nightstand next to the chair I was in.

“It’s your dad, isn’t it,” I asked.

Cody is annoyed, but he knew he had to answer it because it read “2 missed calls”.

“Red?” I asked.

“Yeah, Red, we need to stop,” Cody said, getting the phone. “Hi, Dad, what’s the word.”

I just laid on the chair, inside Cody. He looks at me and says, “My dad wants to know if you got into the main queue?”

“I did, already finished today's content and half of tomorrow's,” I said with a big smile. I twitched my dick inside Cody rectum; he gasps a moan, “Sorry, Dad had a little gas,” Cody said, looking at me, annoyed than he spanked me.

Cody finished up his talk with his dad in less than a minute; when he hangs up, he looks at me. “I’m sorry, he always calls at the worst time.” I just laughed, “Talk about a major cock blocked.”

Yeah, we were role-playing. I was horny, but Cody looked like he lost his mojo.

“Well, for me, yes, but I can get it up again,” Cody says, sliding his finger up and down my chest to my pelvic area.

“I do am to please,” I said, smiling.

“Alright, Aaron, let the punishment begin,” said Cody riding me while I was gently thrusting in his rectum, good thing Cody put that YK Jelly. that unique sensation as it slid down the base of my dick. But the climax…oh man, the climax was just…wow.

“I’m going to come. I’m going to come,” I shouted. I climax, and Cody did as well on my chest. Cody wipes it with a cum towel.

“So, have you learned your lesson?” Cody said sarcastically.

“Yes sir, I’m your pet, and I must stay with you at all time…sir,” I sarcastically say as if I was a drill sergeant.

Suddenly we flapping sound, I got spooked. From the corner of my eye, I saw movement at the window. “Hey, look at that owl?” I shouted. Cody looked and smiled. “Well look who's back? Midnight... it's been a while.”

I looked at him confused. “Midnight? Is he your pet?”

“Yeah I wish, but owls are illegal as pets, so he is my friend and neighbor. His nest is in that tree next to the window, he comes by so I can let him in, or give him some fish, or caterpillars,” Cody said.

How cool, his neighbor is a barn owl. After we feed Midnight, Cody and I had our little fun. Midnight just stood at the window looking at us like "What the hell are you doing?"

Cody and I laughed. I never thought someone like me would hook up with a fantastic guy. Cody was a tall, Caucasian/Latin mix, average muscle kind of guy. He was also my boss’s kid…who I work under since the whole lockdown started. I’ll be honest this guy is one of those rare gay, geek, hotties. And yes, he got my attention.

As you already learn, my name is Aaron. I’m your typical average Caucasian guy…well, my hair is blue, yes, I dye it my natural color is black. I have brownish-gold eyes and some muscle. I am a bit of an oddball, and a loner most of the time.

But let’s rewind a bit. Say for ten months.

I had just become a regular at the marketing company I had interned for. I work at a marketing firm, and it is an essential job. It's a great job. I work in the social media department to do social media content writing. So, here's where everything comes to a place. I'm at my cubicle on a Friday, and my boss Shawn who I swear looks like he could be Cody’s older brother, now that’s good genes. Shawn tells me that he is bringing Cody in to join the company. When I saw Cody, I was visually staring at him as if he were naked. We are talking about the boss' kid here, hot damn! I was not aware he had a crush on me because he wasn’t giving any hints.

I am 100% sure he knew I liked because I did every stupid thing someone who has a crush on someone would do; yes, I talked about him, I would get bashful, and maybe once or twice, I would purposely put quarters on the floor just to watch him bend over to pick them up. Ok, I did it a lot…about $15 a week, but it was worth it just to see that ass. I was happy until the damn Covid-19 pandemic hit. Son of a bitch!.

Then it started to go from bad to worst; Quarantine was the most devastating word I have heard ever since this damn pandemic happened, knowing that I wouldn't be able to go out and I had to stay most of the time indoors. I felt my world had come to an end, of course. Still, I was given the unfortunate privilege of working from home. Why is it regrettable because where I live is the Limbo of hell, you may think I'm just making it up. No really, there is such a thing called hell on earth. I can't stand being at my house. I only go there to sleep, eat, and then I go straight to work. I spend more time at my job or in my car than at home.

The first three days I couldn’t focus at my home, I would barely get any sleep because there was screaming 24/7and food was running low; it got to the point that I started to hide my food and toilet paper; these fucker were taking all the shit tickets.

Allow me to explain the three hell hounds I had the privilege of calling my roommates. One being a guy and the other two are girls. They made life feel like pretty much the Ground Zero of the word ‘hell’.

The dude’s name is Fletcher. He is your typical white dude, good looking, lovely eyes, and somewhat muscles. The only downside is when he is holding a job; he tends to criticize people. Hell, the guy already has two kids and three ex-girlfriends. Yes, all three are psychos.

As for the other two girls, well, one of them, her name is Tracy; this chick is one chunky insane lunatic; she is not only germophobic but also rude, snotty, thinks, she's always in the right and still wants to start a fight. And this bitch made it clear she doesn’t like me, I don't know what I did to this chick, but she is messed up.

The other girl is Yvette. She's chunky, Latin mix, and just like Tracy, full of herself and manipulative. Every week she has a new guy. And to be honest, I’ve seen dogs that look better than the guys she dates.

Yeah, life in that house was like a black comedy plot inspiration. Even my work started to suffer not because of my lack of sleep, but the internet. I was a day in a half behind in my work, and if that wasn't bad enough, I get that annoying reminder that reads 'Please reset your password'. Grrr!

I would explain to my morons in the house to please let me use the internet a particular time, but everything I would say would go in one ear and out their ass.

“Fletcher, please, my work is looking bad,” I shouted,

“Whatever dog,” he would say, waving his hand in the air.

“Where are my snacks?” Yvette yelled.

“I threw them out because they are making a mess!” Tracy comes in with rubber gloves.

It was like I was watching a bad sitcom only I couldn’t change the channel, so I did the next best thing. I grabbed my shit and went out the door. I headed over to the office in hopes that the Wi-Fi can reach my car outside the building. Guess what!? It did not. I need Wi-Fi. I can’t go to a coffee shop or the library. So, I do the next best thing, I start to cry…Yes, you read that correctly. It was so sad that even the crows outside were looking at me, and I think they were laughing…well, they were making a sound like if they were laughing. Then my phone rings. It’s Cody.

“I notice the new content isn’t up yet; what’s the problem,” Cody said over the phone.

“I’m sorry, my internet is lagging at home,” I said. I was holding back tears.

“Aaron, you sound a little different, are you ok?”

I could have got brave and said “yeah, bro, I’m good,” But let's be honest here, I had a few hours of sleep in the 48 hours, so I cried like a bitch, “No, I’m tired, my roommates are assholes, and they hate me….” I was just balling out, Oh my god!!

“Aaron, first of all, take a deep breath, and second where are you?”

“In front of the office, I was trying to get Wi-Fi…”

“Go home,” Cody cuts me off.

“My internet is…” I try to explain, but Cody cuts me off, “I don’t want to hear it, ok!”

I was angry that Cody was snapping at me, “Do you have everything else to do your job?” Cody said. “Everything but the damn Wi-Fi, as I just said.”

“I have fast internet at home,” Cody announced

I don’t know what it possessed me, to reply, “Woopie doodle do, go for you, you want a cookie?”

“Excuse me!?” Cody shouted over the phone. I was about to start crying again; there was silence. It was the most extended silence I ever heard. I heard a ding; it was a text from Cody, “You got my text?” He asked in an authoritative voice. “Yeah,” I said, I opened the text. It was an address. “That’s my home address, get your tech, and head over to my home, now.”

“Ok,“ I said in a quick squeaky sound.

I was so angry I was getting told by my crush how to do my job, that I drove over to his pad in less than 15 minutes. I walk up to the door and bang on the door. Cody opens it, wearing nothing but mess shorts. And he and a boner. Hot damn!!

“You look like…” Cody started, but I didn’t let him finish.

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but my roommates keep me up.”

“Come on in, can I get you some coffee?” I followed him into his house, and Yes, he took my temperature. It was normal. It is a safety thing.

“Please, I need the caffeine,” I said, yawning. “With cream and, do you have Splenda?”

” Coming up, just go work in my office, work on the small desk in the corner.

Cody pointed in the direction of his home office.

I set up my laptop and got to work. Within three hours, I was done with half of the work. I finished my coffee, but I was falling asleep, and I was getting the shakes.

“You need to sleep,” Cody said, looking at me.

“I can’t. I need to finish,” I said, trying to sound professional. But I was losing the battle of sleep. Cody walks up to me and speaks. “take a nap,” he grabs my shirt and pulls me away from the desk. I’m surprised how nice he was; he sounds like an asshole over the phone. Cody walked me into his master bedroom. It was a beautiful, Cal-King size bed, basic furniture, a dress, nightstand, and a black inflatable chair.

“Sleep, you need it.” He ordered.

“Cody, I got a lot of work!” I said, yawning again.

“Don’t argue with the boss,” Cody snapped, pointing to the bed. “Sleep”

I crawled into the bed and fell asleep. I slept for what felt like days, but it was five hours. When I woke up, I was handcuff and had some rope wrapped around my legs. I notice my pants were taken off, but I still had my mesh shorts on. Cody was sitting in a chair in front of me.

“Cody, what are you doing?” I asked, and I’m freaking out.

“Aaron, we need to talk, Cody said with a sinister voice. “I heard you have been talking about me…behind my back.”

“I want you to tell me what you have been saying?”

I looked at him; I was scared out of my mind. I was screaming like a girl…in my head, of course.

“I don’t know what you’re talking,” I lied to him.

Cody looked at me, annoyed. “You think I’m making this up, is that it?”

I only said how cute Cody was and that I liked him. I didn’t say anything bad.

How could I tell my crush that I liked him? I wasn’t even at his level. Cody wouldn’t go out with a guy like me.

“I guess I’ll just have to get it out of you. Cody said, slipping behind me, then has me lay down, my back was on his chest, his boner was on…you get the idea, and blindfolding me. I would have stopped him if he hadn’t handcuffed me to the bed. I couldn’t see what he was doing; all I heard was ruffle. I felt a brush here and there from the rope around my legs; suddenly he pulls the rope, he bonds my knees, so my legs can be sprawled out and can’t close them, Cody started massaging my inner thighs.

“Whoa, Cody, what are you doing?” yes, I’m freaked out, but I loved what he was doing.

Cody whispered in my ear in a seducing voice. “I heard you think I’m cute, and you have a crush on me, is this true?”

Oh man, do I tell him?

Then he slowly slid his finger from my thigh to where it feels he is tapping the head of my dick.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Aaron, It looks like I aroused you. Would you like me to lick it and see if it goes away,” Cody said, whispering and seductively in my ear.

I felt like I was about to burst. And being tied up was thrilling. I wanted more. “Yes,” I said.

“Tell me, do you have a crush on me,” Cody asked, whispering, then he stuck his tongue in my ear and made a moaning sound.

I gasped and yelled, “yes, I do have a crush on you, now suck me off, this is torture,”

“I knew it, I just had to hear it from you,” Cody said, slipping me off of him.

I laid on his pillows; I still couldn’t move because I was tied up. And I couldn’t see, because I had a blindfold on. I felt him crawl on the bed, near my manhood. Then I felt Cody’s hands slid on my thigh close to my balls, and he pulls my dick out. He slowly licked the head of my dick and stopped. “Just to be clear, I didn’t just invite you here to get your work done, I had fantasies of you tied up and naked in my bed,” Cody said softly and closer to my face, “Since the day I first saw you, I had a crush on you, Aaron.”

Wait, this dude likes me…now I am freaked out, but in the right way, I am so excited and happy. My crush likes me. And I forgot about getting sucked by Cody.

“You have a crush on me?” I asked, but Cody had my dick in his mouth.

And he could only answer “mmm-hmm.”

It felt good, and I came quickly because my crush was sucking me. He untied and took off the blindfold. “For eight months, you had a crush on me?” I asked, “It didn’t look like it; you wouldn’t talk to me, and hardly ever try to reach out to me.” I told Cody all the times I would talk to him, but he would only speak to me through email and had someone give me the assignments. Then he revealed why he would do that.

“I was trying to find the best way to ask you out on a date,” Cody replied. “I didn’t think someone cool like you would want to date a geek like me,” I guess we both thought we were not at each other’s level.

“I guess now that I know you like me, I can ask you out,” I said.

“No, You can’t, Aaron!” Cody said. I was sad, thinking maybe he only wanted to play with me.

“I want to ask you out,” Cody said with a smile.

You better believe I said, “Yes.”

“Wait, Quarantine, everything is closed.”

“Food delivery, and maybe a little role play.”

“Ok, but let me get my work done,” I said, hopping off the bed. I jumped for joy in his office.

I typed like there was no tomorrow. It took about four hours because Cody helps me with the loading. And reach. It was late at 9 o’clock. “I’m sorry, I’ll head out,” I told Cody. He was a bit gloomy, but he was tired.

“Stay the night,” Cody said. I looked at Cody, and smiled.

“Alright, I didn’t bring a change of clothes,” I said.

“I’ll let you borrow some of my clothes tomorrow, but for now…you will be working naked, and bond,” Cody said leaning in to kiss me.

What a night, he kisses me for a good three minutes, he tasted so good. Then he untied me and we take a shower…well, more like a bath in his bathtub jacuzzi. I got in a position so be can be the top, but Cody made it clear he prefers to be the bottom, I didn’t mind I go both ways. Then we went to bed.

I headed out in the morning. When I got home, I was approached by the demons from hell, I thought demons avoid sunlight. The usual yelling, bitching over stupid shit, I didn’t care I had a date, maybe I should stay the night at Cody’s again. I started to pack my backpack when my phone rang. It was Cody.

“I’m outside, want to pick up some breakfast?”

“Yeah, let me change,” I said, “I’ll be quick.”

“Or, I can come in and see you,” Cody said.

Cody, in my room? oh yeah.

Cody knocks on the door, I open it, and what happens? Tracy walks into the room in her raincoat screams, “Aaron, don’t let strangers in the house; what if he is infected.”

I would have thought Cody would have just tried to be polite, but he had a comeback, “Aaron, look it’s the magic yellow school bus.”

“Excuse me,” Tracy said.

“I’ll be leaving with him, shortly let me get my things,” I said to Tracy.

Cody follows me to my room. He looks at me in discust, “who’s the bitch?”

Just as I had finished packing my bag, the fighting and screaming start with the hell hounds. Cody looks at me in confusion. “Every day, that happens?”

“Oh, yeah”

As soon as Cody and I walk into the room with the roommates, everyone stops.

“Aaron, did you bring a guy over?” Fletcher asked.

“No, he came to pick me up,” I said, walking away.

“Aaron, you can’t bring a guy over without telling us, what will the neighbors think?”

“They’ll think it's Friday because that’s when you bring a new guy over,” I said.

The roommates start fighting again. What they were fighting over? I don’t know and don’t care.

As we arrived at Cody’s house, he asked me, “How is it you haven’t committed murder?”

I looked at him with a weird expression. “Well, just knowing how big my asshole would get after becoming a bitch to some inmate name ‘Tiny’ I believe that is what stops me from killing those rejects.”

We both laughed, we and went to his kitchen.

We ate our breakfast and talked about work, our background, and our passions. Then Cody asked me to stay with him in his home. “Those roommates are rude, and I can see why you stay at work late and longer.”

“You sure you want me to live here?” I asked. “My style is loud and artsy.”

“Opposites attract,” Cody said.

I agreed; after breakfast, I went back to my house and grabbed my most valuable possession. I left a note on the table with two months rent receipt; I transferred the money to the account of the house, so the roommates don’t try to say I left without paying. And since my lease was going to expire in two months, it should give them time to clean up my room for the next victim.

Cody gave me my own room and style it any way I wanted. I slept with him in his room, and sometimes he would sleep with me in my room. A month in a half later, living together, quarantine wasn’t so bad. Cody said it was vacation because our work was always ahead of schedule, so Cody and I took a break from work to do a little role play.

“How about I play the runaway boyfriend, who doesn’t want to be your pet?” I said, Yeah, this is what you read in the beginning.

“Runaway?” Cody asked, “so, you trying to escape this house?”

“Yeah, and you tie me up on the bed, and my punishment is to perform for you with sex.”

“I like it, but instead of the bed, how about my sex chair?” Cody suggests.

Cody shows me the chair. It was the black inflatable chair. “It has straps for your wrist and ankles.

“I like it,” I said, “We will start role play in the living room.”

Cody grabs handcuffs and puts the key on the nightstand. “Ok, grab my wrists like you don’t want to let me leave.”

“Ok, but if you want me to stop, say red.”

You already know what happens next.

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