While I admit the prank was not in the best of tastes, I admit I did not foresee the eventual loss of friendship and pride that would result. For the most part, I didn’t believe I would ever be caught because both Chad and Sarah were both quite drunk and with the other partiers more focused on themselves, I didn’t think anyone would notice…but they did, well, Sarah did. Later the next week, Sarah made an off-the-cuff comment to Chad about their foray upstairs the night of the Halloween party. In hindsight, Sarah recalled the experience with pseudo-Chad was much different than she was accustomed. For one, this Spider Monkey was more endowed than the Chad she remembered, as well as being more experienced with the nuances that distinguish great *** from mediocre ***. Even though Chad was plastered, he distinctly remembered not going upstairs with Sarah, but rather crashing on the couch in a drunken stupor. This is the beginning of the undoing of my prank, my friendship and pride.
After they discovered Sarah didn’t end up hooking up with the true Chad that night, they decided to do some investigative work, making phone calls and piecing together bits and pieces of information to create a narrative of what exactly happened that night. After it was revealed that I was the imposter, Chad called, and quite angrily accused me of raping his girlfriend. I decided instead of lying but to go ahead and admit to the prank. After explaining to Chad how the prank went down, he still did not see my perspective. He was quite furious with me and swore he’s get revenge.
A week or two went by and no word from Chad or Sarah, although the news did get around school. Some students understood the prank and think Chad and Sarah overreacted, whereas others thought I should be charged with ****. Sarah never went to the police or pressed charges, so there was no threat of prosecution. She also looked at me a little different when I’d see her out and about by herself. Secretly, I believe, she wanted me again. And I think that is how Chad and Sarah arrived at a plan for revenge.
Three weeks or so after the incident, I saw Sarah at the mall and she decided to break the ice. She called me over to her and while we tried not to discuss what happened that night, the subject inevitably came up. She said that night we shared was the best *** of her life. With Chad, *** is often boring and she ends up just waiting until she gets done (which explains why she was so silent). Now, Chad won’t touch her and she still has urges that she feels should be met. She tells me about her parents being out of town next Thursday and that I should come over. Something told me I should have declined the offer, usually being suspicious of scandalous females in my past, but I thought with the wrong head and decided to accept the invitation.
I arrived at Sarah’s house after dark that Thursday. Being the responsible person I am, I had the condoms ready and a six pack of beer to help lubricate the evening. We watched some TV and had some drinks. After one of the sitcoms went off, she asked if I wanted to go upstairs. After climbing the staircase to her room, I thought “Great, we can get down and dirty”. To keep the story PG, I’ll spare you the details in the beginning. And it is here where things went south. She insisted that she tie me up because she wanted to try her roleplay as a dominatrix. I was suspicious but agreed providing she left one of my arms untied just in case she pulled a fast one. She tied my up and flipped me over…I thought I was getting one of those great full body massages Chad was always telling me about. To my surprise, I felt someone take advantage of me. I wanted to struggle, but there was so much pleasure intertwined with the pain. I could have escaped, I wanted to escape, but I couldn’t. I loved it. I wanted it. Chad mumbled something to the effect about revenge being sweet…indeed it was.
This brings me to the point of my depression. I want to be initimate with another guy again, however, I don’t think I can. What made that night seem so great was the unexpected surprise of me enjoying the ****** experience of another man. It was Chad’s frustrations pumping into me. I don’t think I can recreate the experience with another person.
Since then I have been terribly lonely. I don’t know if I am gay or straight, or even how to have “normal *** again”. Please help.
