“Hey Dude!” Lukas greeted nonchalantly as he scrolled his phone, protein shake in hand.

Ethan, his long-standing roommate of two years, replied with a brief; “Hey!” 

His eyes nervously unsure where to focus. Every day he arrived home from work, Ethan was greeted with a sight that could be deemed a cruel torture or a blissful reward. Hefty muscles were hidden by a coating of colourful lycra since Lukas had just returned from his daily post-work cycle. 

He was in fantastic shape with a dedicated workout routine and diet evident at first glance. Lukas had broad shoulders, leading into incredibly thick arms packed with muscle, each curve of his biceps was well defined. His chest was naturally broad. His pecs were clearly visible beneath the skintight fabric. Occasionally when the two were in mid-conversation, Ethan’s eyeline would naturally drift to the larger male’s seductive upper body. This was what Ethan called Lukas’s danger zone. He could get lost staring feverishly at his roommate’s pecs for hours. Reluctantly, Ethan would have to force his view elsewhere to avoid any detection.

With every breath Lukas drew, the ridges of his pectorals would shift subtly beneath his smooth skin, hidden beneath the taut lycra. A set of eight defined abdominal muscles etched across his stomach and abs were framed in a way that made his entire core look impossibly tight and chiselled.

As Ethan hung up his coat, he strode sheepishly into the kitchen area, navigating by the kitchen island where Lukas was coolly bent over. He hungrily drank at the sight of his roommate’s lower body. Lukas’s legs were just as impressive as his upper body—dense, muscular thighs that were the result of countless hours spent on his bike, where he pushed his body to its limits. Ethan turned and searched through the fridge for an after-work snack. 

In contrast, Ethan felt small, awkward, and plain. He knew that he had plenty of attractive qualities. Plenty of friends in his close circle would occasionally compliment him on them. But with his shy demeanour and low confidence, it was a constant battle to overcome his own self-doubt—especially when it came to putting himself in vulnerable spots. He did his best to hide his desires and instead stuck to a life free of risk.

“How was work?” Lukas queried, eyes still glued to his phone.

“Ah, you know—same old really. I was just glad to get out of there and at least it’s Friday!”

“Yeah, it’s been a pretty unproductive day for me too. Doesn’t help that my boss has been on holiday all week. I realisehow much they beat my ass when they’re around,” Lukas chuckled, finally dropping his phone on the counter and taking a final slug from his protein bottle. 

Ethan dug out a plastic yoghurt carton from the fridge, ripped the top off and grabbed a spoon from the drawer.

“You need someone to keep an eye on you! I know how easily distracted you are,” Ethan remarked, cocking a smile. 

“It’s the ADHD! I have no control!!” Lukas laughed.

Lukas had a way of making Ethan feel at ease, even on his worst days. He was the easygoing type of roommate—always upbeat, enjoyable to hang with, and surprisingly goofy for the serious demeanour he outwardly relayed. Ethan considered Lukas not just a roommate, that he MUST live with, but someone he considered a genuine friend. Ethan’s feelings had crept up slowly, insidiously, until one day he woke up and realized he was undeniably, hopelessly in love with Lukas. Hewas terrified to admit it, even to himself. Their friendship was comfortable, and Ethan was determined not to ruin it. Hevalued every moment they shared, even just watching TV after a long day. 

Ethan spooned a mouthful of yoghurt between his lips taking out his phone and scrolling through the notifications.

“Oh shit! I forgot that new season of ‘Dead Runnings’ is out tonight! You down for watching?” Ethan questioned,excitedly.

“Ahh not tonight I’ve got some plans, sorry bud!”

“It’s cool… What have you got planned?”

“Just heading for a drink with some friends. I’m actually running a bit late as I took a different route on the ride this evening!”

Lukas dumped his empty bottle in the sink and headed for his bedroom already removing the tight lycra. Ethan was determined not to ogle his roommate like a piece of living meat as he exited the room. 

Lately, Lukas had started acting strange. Ethan began to notice the late nights, the odd phone calls, and the times Lukas would disappear for entire weekends without much explanation. He didn’t pry, but it gnawed at him. Where did Lukas go? Who was he meeting? Was he dating someone? The idea made Ethan’s stomach churn, though he never dared to ask.

Ethan continued scrolling on his phone as the hiss of running water came from the ensuite bathroom in Lukas’s bedroom. Moving to the comfortable sofa, Ethan sighed exhausted from a tiring week and the pent-up frustration he had to deal with while at home. Within his feed, several accounts he followed appeared in unison—all with muscular, attractive men in the gym, midway through a bike ride or out for a run. One mutual connection between them all was the skintight lycra outfits the hot men wore. 

Ethan felt his cock throb with lust as it hardened in his underwear. The faint aroma of Lukas’s post-workout sweat lingered in the air, which only added to Ethan’s craving. He massaged his erect cock through the material of his slacks. One image in particular piqued his desire. A sweaty, lycra-clad cyclist arched over his bike while out in public. His ass and back were perfectly outlined in the tight fabric. Almost the same pose that Ethan found Lukas in moments ago. Theguy’s face was hidden from view, but you could tell he was a massive pervert.

The noise from the shower quickly faded followed by rummaging within Lukas’s bedroom. Ethan recognised his hand had found itself inside his slacks and was firmly jerking off his erect member. He fumbled to compose himself as Lukas emerged into the living room.

“Cool well I shouldn’t be out too long but I’ll catch you later,” Lukas remarked, grabbing his keys and phone from the kitchen counter. 

“Yeah, all good. See you later!” Ethan replied.

After Lukas’s departure, Ethan decided to take a shower. He peeled off his work clothes discarding them on his bed, as he entered his own ensuite bathroom. The hot water hit his skin and washed away the day’s tension. He took his time, as he felt the hot spray ease his sore muscles, while steam filled the room. After a few long minutes, he turned off the water, stepped out, and felt refreshed and lighter. He threw on a pair of well-worn sweats and an oversized hoodie and returned to the living room. 

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After a lazy meal of last night’s leftovers, Ethan returned to the comfy sofa and picked up his phone. Waiting for him, as he unlocked the device, was the intensely erotic image of the cyclist in full lycra bent over their bike. Ethan felt the surge of lust return as he clicked on the profile. He gave the account a follow and scrolled through the other pictures that had been posted previously. 

There weren’t many photos on the perverted cyclist’s profile but it was enough eye candy for Ethan to masturbate to. Every shot was taken outside in public, with various erotically tight outfits and one even sported the male’s firm erection—confirmation that he was a massive degenerate. All of them had the guy’s face hidden from view and there wasn’tanything to give away his location as the backgrounds were simple and the focus was mainly on the male’s muscular body.

Then it hit him like a bolt from the sky. The most recent image had just enough of the pervert’s face that Ethan could discern the impossible. It was undeniably his roommate Lukas in all of these photos. Gazing back over the others for confirmation, Ethan could just about make out Lukas’s bike along with some of the outfits that matched ones he’d seen his roommate in previously. It was all there, clear as day. 

Ethan felt his mind twist and contort. This had to be wrong. There wasn’t any way it could be true. But the proof was undeniable. Lukas was just as big of a perverted fetishist as he was. Ethan had to gain some kind of concrete evidence. Hehad to compare these photos to the real thing. 

Quietly, Ethan opened the door to Lukas’s room, feeling a surge of guilt as he stepped inside. It was pretty messy, like always. The bed was unmade, and items of clothing lay around the room along with the discarded towel from his roommate’s shower earlier. But something caught his eye—one of Lukas’s lycra suits hung over his opened wardrobe door. Ethan hesitated. This was a violation of privacy, and he knew it. But his curiosity was too strong, and before he could stop himself, he delved further into the room and for the piece of green and black spandex.

Ethan lifted the cycling bodysuit off the door, letting the sleek material slip between his fingers. The fabric was soft yet sturdy. He held it up by the shoulders. The suit was a deep black with subtle reflective strips of neon green running down the sides for visibility and a faint hint of silver piping traced along the seams. Ethan’s heart pounded in his as he traced his thumb along the open zipper that ran from the collarbone to the navel. 

He gazed from the enticing suit to the open wardrobe in front of him. And then he saw it.

A plethora of fetish items, numerous lycra suits, sacks and hoods hung from hangers within the dark space. Along with clearly visible boxes housing gags, dildos, rope, restraints and all kinds of perverted items. The vibrant colours of the shiny materials still reflected so vividly in the low light of the bedroom. Ethan stumbled back, the spandex suit he was holding slipped from his hands. He was breathing hard and heavy, as his mind raced with a thousand questions. What the fuck was he looking at?

At that moment, he heard movement behind him. Ethan froze, like a deer in headlights, turning slowly to see Lukas standing at his bedroom’s doorway, his face unreadable. The air between them was thick with tension, and for the first time since they’d met, Ethan was terrified in his presence.

“What- are you doing?” Lukas demanded, his voice low and clearly enraged.

“Uhh… I’m sorry… I… I dunno what,” Ethan responded, nerve-wrecked.

“Get the fuck out!” Lukas demanded.

“Wait no… no you have the wrong idea. I know who you are!” Ethan panicked, “wait shit I mean I’m also into this stuff… well maybe not all of it… maybe I dunno. Shit I am sorry!”

Lukas strode into the room, closing the door behind him. His gaze fixed fervently on Ethan. He hit a switch on the wall which filled his bedroom with a low red glow.

“Now that is a surprise. I always took you as the vanilla type.” Lukas chuckled, his tone was completely different from normal. It was full of menace and something… dark, “Since the cat’s out of the bag, why don’t we have a little fun?”

“Ah… fun?” Ethan nervously retorted.

“Yep. You say you’re into this stuff… well we’re about to find out just how much you like it. You broke into my room so I think it’s only fair you indulge me in this.” 

Who was this person Lukas had become? He was so removed from the casual and goofy roommate that Ethan had become so accustomed to.

Ethan backed away, his heart racing. 

“I… I don’t know how I-“

Lukas sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

“You need to shut up, Ethan. Actually, you know what, I have something for that.”

He stepped closer, and for a moment, Ethan thought about bolting for the door. But there was something in Lukas’s eyes—something that stopped him. Beneath the fear, beneath the confusion, he felt a rush of desire for what was about to happen. Lukas picked out a ball gag from the box of fetish items in the wardrobe, he closed the gap between himself and Ethan and held the ball before his roommate’s lips. 

“Open wide” Lukas grinned.

It took Ethan a few seconds to follow the order as he hesitated. He had a choice to either walk out and fully process what was happening or to sink obediently into what was about to happen. To give firm control over and embrace the terrifying but powerfully salacious unknown.

In the end, Ethan’s horniness got the better of him and he submissively opened his mouth wide for the red, shiny intruder to be lodged firmly in place. Lukas buckled the gag behind Ethan’s head ensuring that he was pressed firmly into the bigger male’s pecs. Ethan shuddered with lust as the ball gag was tightly fixed in place.

“Alright. Now you say you have a lycra fetish like me. Well, then you’re in for a treat with what I’ve got in here!” Lukas announced as he opened the wardrobe fully to reveal even more sleek, shiny outfits, “I like my boys bound in spandex and at my mercy. Now strip!”

Ethan quickly discarded his clothes before standing before his muscular roommate in just his underwear.

“EVERYTHING” Lukas growled.

Ethan flushed with embarrassment, as he slid his y-fronts down his slender legs to reveal his raging erection, dripping with precum. Lukas beamed.

“You know you actually have a pretty good body. Smooth skin. A nice butt and a pretty big cock. But it’ll look much better all coated in spandex,” Lukas announced, determined to dress his roommate in something more appropriate.

As Lukas reached into his closet, his hands emerged holding what looked like a spandex sleeping sack. He pulled it out slowly, letting the material unfurl in his hands, revealing its sleek, austere shape. The fabric was jet black and slightly reflective, catching the light in smooth ripples as it hung from the alpha male’s fingers. It was designed to cocoon the body snugly and it looked much thicker than regular lycra.

“Well… go on,” Lukas ordered. 

Taking a deep breath, Ethan began to step into the sack, first sliding one leg in, then the other, feeling the material mould against his calves and thighs as the thick material came up over his waist. The fabric was cool against his skin, hugging his legs in a close embrace.

“There are internal sleeves for your arms since you won’t need to use them.”

Ethan gulped around the gag as Lukas pulled the sack further. It slipped over Ethan’s torso and shoulders, stretching slightly due to the thickness of the material. The sensation was mind-blowing—like an intense pressure constricting him on all sides. The sack fitted like a second skin.

“Keep quiet. I don’t want to hear a word.”

Ethan nodded. The clasp from the gag was undone and the ball lifted dripping with spit. Suddenly everything went dark as the hood portion of the sack was pulled over Ethan’s head.

Finally, Lukas held the zipper, which ran along the back of the sack. He pulled it up slowly, and Ethan could feel the sack tighten around him as it sealed him in, creating a warm, comforting cocoon. Encased in the spandex, Ethan felt his cock ready to explode. He could feel Lukas supporting him from behind as he was unsteady in his bound-up form.

The gag was pushed back into his mouth and tightened even more than before. Ethan groaned through the ball wedged between his lips as Lukas soothed him.

“Shhh. Feel how good it is to be bound like this. You’re lucky that I have something already in your size. I usually like to play with more petite guys so I have plenty of gear that will look perfect on you”

Ethan moaned again in response.

“Now let’s get you to the bed!”

Lukas easily picked up Ethan’s form in a bridal-style lift, and walked over to the bed, laying his bound roommate on it. Ethan struggled to free himself in any way from his prison. There was no doubt that he would be stuck in here until Lukas decided to free him. His view was complete darkness as he could only rely on his sense of hearing to understand what was happening. Ethan could discern Lukas undressing before feeling a weight pressing against his spandex-coated form. 

“I have to be honest with you, Ethan. I’ve actually been seeing a regular play partner for this kind of stuff recently. But we ended it tonight. I was pretty broken up about the whole thing but then I came home to you waiting for me like this. It’sfunny that sometimes you don’t know what’s right under your nose. I always knew you had a crush on me but I guess I had no idea that you had the same perverted desires that I do. I have actually thought about fooling around with you but I guess I was scared what you might think of my weird fetish if you found out. I don’t have to wonder any more and lucky for us both it seems we are enjoying this”

Lukas firmly kneaded into Ethan’s erection through the tight sleep sack.

“MHhhhmm!!”

“So I have a proposition for you… I prefer to take the dominant role in these play sessions and if I’m to guess you like to be the submissive. Correct?” 

Ethan moaned a ‘yes’ in response. 

“Good. Then I hope you’re excited about all of the perverted fun we’ll have together. You’ve only seen a small fraction of the shit that I’m into. I know some of it might be a shock but I’m sure as my slave you’ll love it”

Slave?? Ethan thought.

“There’s no going back now. You’re mine and I intend to use you how I want!”

So here Ethan lay his roommate’s hard dick pressed firmly against his lycra-coated face. The aroma was so extreme. Lukas ground against his cheeks with his large hands gripping the back of Ethan’s now soft and spandex-covered head. Things were going to be pretty different in his life from now on. Ethan felt the clasp of the gag open as the ball fell from his aching mouth. 

“Puff out those lips, slave and get ready to suck!”

Yep, Ethan was pretty sure his life would be changed forever. And he loved it!