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My Pal Jock and the Gorilla – Part 03

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I blinked myself awake, still sore in my chest from the dart that knocked me into unconsciousness. I sat up and found myself immersed in complete darkness, unable to see my hand when I held it before my face. Even worse, I was still locked in the gorilla costume and I felt that I was covered in a cold sweat from being trapped within its tight confines.

“I must be dead,” I said out loud into the darkness that engulfed me. “I remember seeing a movie about afterlife experiences where people walk through darkness until they come into a bright light. But how can I go through the afterlife like this? I’ll wind up at the Pearly Gates and Saint Peter will think I’m a gorilla and send me to gorilla heaven instead of human heaven.”

I stretched my arms out, but my right arm banged into a metallic surface that gave off a dull clunk as my knuckles made contact. I made a fist and banged harder on the surface, creating a vibration that I felt beneath me.

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My Pal Jock and the Gorilla – Part 02

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The morning drive to the zoo was without conversation. Jock had some abysmal talk show playing on his car radio while Simon sat next to him in the passenger seat bopping his head to the music that only he could hear through his earpieces. I sat in the back seat with the large box containing the gorilla costume, irritated by the babbling from the radio talk show and apprehensive that something awful would happen to me once I was locked in the gorilla outfit.

Jock drove past the zoo’s main entrance and entered the venue through a side gate, where he parked the car and pointed us to a narrow path. Jock quickly engaged Simon in some sort of animated conversation that I could not hear, as I was walking four paces behind them carrying the large box with the gorilla costume. After what seemed like an endless walk, we came to a nondescript grey building where Eddie was waiting outside.

Eddie was typical of Jock’s friends – tall, broad shouldered, powerfully built and very handsome in a preppy manner. But unlike Jock’s friends, Eddie was always very pleasant with me. Whenever I was stuck at one of Jock’s parties, Eddie turned up to offer a chance for cordial conversation, always with a smile and a genuine sense of interest in whatever I was saying. While the cash incentive being offered for this cockamamie scheme roped me in, I was happy to help Eddie because he was always nice to me.

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My Pal Jock and the Gorilla – Part 01

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It was one o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon, and I was standing on the top rung of a step ladder cleaning blobs of protein drink off my ceiling when the front door of my apartment began to vibrate with a knocking to the melody of “Kung Fu Fighting.” Only one person makes himself known in that manner, and I called out, “Come in, Jock, the door is open.”

The door opened and Jock walked in carrying a large box. A few steps into the apartment, he put down the box and looked about the space in bafflement. “Bingo, what the hell happened in here?”

I sighed and shook my head. “Simon wanted to make me a protein drink, but you know what he’s like with kitchen appliances – the blender exploded, and I have protein drink all over the place. Be a pal and grab some toweling to clean this up.”

Jock dug his finger into a blob of protein drink on the wall and tasted it. “Is this supposed to be strawberry or cherry flavored? None of these drinks truly taste like the fruit flavors they’re supposed to be. And where is Simon? Why isn’t he helping you?”

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My Pal Jock and the Night Before Christmas

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It was around four in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and I was in my apartment flicking the television remote control in search of something to watch. I planned to be alone for the holidays and, to be frank, I was enjoying my time to myself. Then my phone rang and I saw it was from Jock.

“Bingo, can you do me a great favor?” Jock said in a voice that sounded somewhat more tremulous than his normal tone. “Can you please drive me upstate this evening?”

“Can I drive you?” I asked, confused by the request. “You know I don’t have a car. What’s wrong with your car?”

“There’s nothing wrong with my car,” he responded. “I just got a call from the hospital – Dad was brought in with a heart attack. I was planning to drive up tomorrow morning to see him for Christmas, but I need to be there now. The news of his being in the hospital sort of shook me. With the way I feel I don’t feel comfortable doing that drive.”

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My Pal Jock and the Party Guest

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Jock is my best friend and I love him dearly, but there is one thing about him that I dread and that involves his penchant for party giving. It’s not that he’s a bad host – far from it. In fact, his parties are extraordinarily generous regarding the delicious foods being served (most of which he creates in his kitchen) or the selection of beverages made available (some of the most expensive wines and spirits I’ve ever enjoyed).

My problem is that Jock never seems to realize that I don’t fit in with his social set. The guests at Jock’s parties can be divided into three categories. First, there are the money boys – the trust fund babies, the day traders, the hedge fund jockeys and investment bankers who gather and compare their portfolios and share insider tips on the next hot stock. Second, there are the gym bros – they wear the tight t-shirts that show off their musculature while they babble about supplements, steroids and iron pumping. Third, there are the bears – the leather clad beefy guys who congregate on the back porch to smoke their cigars and talk about whatever it is that bears talk about. I’ve never been able to eavesdrop on them, hence my ignorance regarding their conversations.

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My Pal Jock and the Rope Bondage

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Simon looked at his phone’s screen and smiled. “It’s Jock – he’s downstairs in the parking lot and will be up in a minute. Bingo, do you want me to put shorts on you?”

I shook my head glumly. “No, that’s not necessary. Jock knows what a penis looks like – he’s been to museums.”

It was 5:30 on a Tuesday morning in my bedroom. Simon stood by the side of the bed as he slipped into his shorts and t-shirt. I was sitting on the bed, my bottom half unclothed while my top half was also without clothing – although it was also tightly encased in an elaborate web of bright red rope, with my arms bound behind my back.

Only five hours before, Simon announced that he wanted to try something that he viewed in an online video channel belonging to someone called Master Masanori, who claimed to be an expert in Japanese rope bondage. Simon had been studying these videos patiently and was very eager to try Master Masanori’s lessons. To his credit, Simon did a brilliant job recreating a rope pattern called the “Okinawan Fishing Net,” which he secured around my upper body. I will admit there was a strangely invigorating sensation in becoming encased within the intricate twists and turns of the rope. While I was tied up, Simon edged me for the next two hours – it was a kinetic experience that brought out the best in both of us.

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My Pal Jock and the Unexpected Door – Part 2

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Making love through the iron bars of a cell door can be an intense experience, as I learned (pardon the expression) the hard way. From my position of being locked within the cell that was previously my bedroom closet, the bars that pressed against my face and body offered a constant reminder of my changed status into a prisoner. For his part, Simon also seemed changed by this set-up – there was no tenderness from him. He didn’t smile and his demands had a rough edge to them. His energy was much more raw and visceral, and he handled me more as a possession than as a lover. Whether he was role-playing in his mind with a jailer-prisoner scenario or whether he became absorbed by the new warped dynamics of our coupling, I can’t say. What I can say is that we were both exhausted when it was finally over.

We sat on the ground with our fingers intertwined and Simon finally gave me the goofy smile that he always offered when serenity followed our lovemaking.

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My Pal Jock and the Unexpected Door – Part 1

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My brother was getting married in Calgary and he asked me to attend the ceremony. When I informed Simon that I would be traveling to Canada for the wedding, he volunteered to be my plus-one and added, “This way, we can have our honeymoon before we get married.”

Of course, marrying Simon was the last thing on my mind, so I diplomatically – or dishonestly, depending how you view it – informed him the ceremony would be a small affair for immediate family only. When he started to sulk, I offered him the consolation prize of house-sitting my apartment during my absence. This was a godsend to him, as he was having problems at home – his roommate was unhappy that Simon somehow set fire to their kitchen while making toast. Well, those things happen if you’re Simon.

My week in Calgary was a lot of fun, but the journey home was torture – I had to get up at 3:00 a.m. to be at the airport for a 5:00 a.m. flight to Toronto, where I would change planes to fly home. Unfortunately, the Toronto flight was delayed for several hours, and the ride from the airport during the afternoon rush hour traffic was an assault on the senses. And all through this horrific journey, I imagined that I would find my residence reduced to Simon-fueled wreckage.

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