Devin Tricked Into a Hogtie Saturday (ff/m; f/m) Part 2 posted

[puddy300]

They came for me on a Saturday afternoon.

Bianca and Sydney showed up uninvited to my house while my parents were out for the day. I thought it was a delivery, so I answered without thinking or dressing up for company.

“Hello, Devin,” said Bianca, doing a poor job of hiding her smirk at my outfit of sweatpants, bare feet, and a Spongebob t-shirt a little too big for me.

“Oh, hey, uh,” I said, embarrassed. Bianca and Sydney were classmates of mine, seventeen and high school seniors like me.

“We can come in, right?” Sydney had already burst past me by the time she finished, and Bianca soon followed. I shrugged and closed the front door behind her.

“What brings you here?” I asked. Seeing them come over was a surprise. We were sort of friends, but definitely not close. I didn’t think we were ‘come over unannounced’ friends.

Bianca grabbed my arm. “We’re playing matchmaker today!”

“That’s right.” Sydney latched onto my other arm.

“Um,” I said.

“We know you’re into Abigail,” Bianca said. “But you can’t work up the nerve to talk to her. And we know just how to help you break that ice.”

I felt myself turning red. I was into Abigail, but I thought I had hidden it. I suppose I had not done a good enough job hiding my furtive glances from her two best friends.

“Just trust us,” said Sydney. “It’s a little unorthodox, but I promise it will be a great story to tell about how you first became a couple.”

I wasn’t sure I should trust them, but they had pretty good grips on my arms so I wasn’t sure I’d have much choice. “Should I change?”

“Not necessary. Abigail loves Spongebob.” Bianca and Sydney giggled at this.

I asked them what their plan was. They told me.

“You can’t be serious,” I said, aghast. “You want to tie me up?”

“Listen, it’s foolproof. We deliver you, bound and gagged, to Agabail’s front door,” explained Bianca. “She will have no choice but to free you. From there, you’ve got your in, work your charm.”

“I really think I should wear something other than the Spongebob shirt,” I said.

“Nonsense.” Sydney’s grip on my arm tightened. “Now, let us tie you up.”

“What if I say no?”

“We won’t accept that.”

I thought about it. It was a dumb plan. But also, it took the agency out of my hands and into Abigail’s, and that appealed to me. I was never much good at taking the lead. “Okay, but if she says this was stupid, I’m telling her it was all your idea.”

“Whatever,” said Sydney. “She won’t care.”

I was nervous and stated as such, but both girls told me to not be. “You won’t really have to do much,” Bianca said. I admitted that this might be true.

“Okay, lay on your stomach.” Bianca rifled through her bag and pulled out some zipties.

“Should I at least put shoes on?”

“The point is that you’ll be as vulnerable and helpless as possible, stirring the part of Abigail that wants to help. Bare feet are perfect,” said Sydney.

Zipties were uncomfortable, but luckily the girls had thought of that. They helpfully provided wristbands, which they put on my wrists and ankles. I pliantly lay on the floor, wondering if I was stupid for letting them ziptie my wrists together. Once the plastic was tightened, my concerns no longer mattered. I had let them do it.

“Now let’s go to Abigail’s.”

The girls, holding my arms once again, led me out of my house. I suspected that even if I wasn’t tied up, they could do this, but certainly with my hands bound behind my back I was in no position to stop them. When they buckled me into the backseat, I realized that they could take me literally anywhere, and I would have basically no way to stop them. The thought was more intriguing than scary.

They did take me to Abigail’s house. I was hauled out from the back seat and led to the front door, the concrete rough on my bare soles. I had a moment of panic, thinking there was no way I could actually go through with this.

“Wait, I think I’m getting cold feet,” I said, fighting to head back from the door.

“Well you don’t get socks,” said Sydney. Both girls held tightly to me and pulled me closer. With my hands bound behind my back, I had no chance, they easily handled me and laid me face down on the front porch.

More zipties were produced. Now that I was in position, my ankles were ziptied, which meant my hope of running away quickly once Bianca and Sydney left was lost. Then they brought my feet over my butt and put me into a comfortable, yet restrictive, hogtie.

Now I wouldn’t even be able to hop away. I was good and stuck here.

“Come on,” I said, struggling in my bindings and quickly discovering just how little I could move now. “Cut me free. Can’t you just invite both of us to a party or something?”

Bianca knelt next to me and cupped my chin in her hands. “I need you to understand that we won’t be untying you. We didn’t even bring scissors! Only Abigail will free you now.”

She took out a pair of socks from her pocket. It was one of mine, she must have taken it while in my room. Given what happened next, she thankfully chose a clean pair.

“You’re talking too much, Devin.” She balled up one of the socks and held it in front of my mouth. “Now open up.”

I clamped my mouth shut. I refused to give in, even with as compromised a position I was in. “I don’t want to be gagged.”

“Luckily, I don’t have to care.” She held my nose closed while Sydney pounced on me and held me in place. I wiggled but couldn’t get Bianca’s hand off my nose. Eventually, a need for oxygen forced me to open my mouth to breathe, and she shoved the sock inside. Working fast, she wrapped the second sock around my head and over my mouth, then used more zipties to keep it in place.

She stood up to admire her work. I used my tongue to try to work the sock aside, but the zipties were tight and the sock covering my mouth would not budge, nor could I push the sock in my mouth out.

“Mrph ough,” I said, angrily, feeling stupid for how pointless trying to talk was. Nothing I said was going to be understood. Although I think Bianca got the emotion at least.

“Now, now,” she said. “You’re going to want to sound less angry and more pleasant if you expect Abigail to release you.”

I was starting to think that maybe that wasn’t the goal, though. Had I been tricked?

“All right, I think that’s good.” Bianca wrote something on a sticky note and pressed it against my forehead. “Have fun with Abigail!” She snickered, another sign that things were not going to go as planned.

She rang the doorbell three times, then she and Sydney ran off, got into the car and drove away with a wave in my direction.

I waited for the doorbell to be responded to, hoping that Abigail was actually home. I did try wiggling a bit, but even if I rolled onto my side, I didn’t think I’d be able to get away too fast. The porch was up a few stairs, and I didn’t really want to roll down those while hogtied. I tried shaking my head to work the sticky note off my forehead so I could read it, but it was stuck on good.

The door opened. My breath caught as I realized this was it, Abigail was going to find me like this. Either she would feel embarrassed and I would be humiliated, or she’d respond positively and maybe things would work out.

It wasn’t Abigail at the door, but I immediately recognized the girl that opened the door and yelped in surprise at finding a hogtied boy on her porch before breaking out into a wide smile.

It was Abigail’s younger sister, Mackenzie, sixteen and also dressed in sweats for a lazy Saturday. My only experience with her hadn’t gone too well: in gym class she thought I was ‘mean’ when I beat her in a badminton game. Which was unfair, I was only playing badminton.

“Well, well,” she said, padding barefoot out onto the porch. “This day just got fun!”

[milagros317]

Fine start! Looking forward to part 2 where Mackenzie amuses herself with Devin.

[tillytimber123]

This was fantastic. I'm really looking forward to what happens next.

[tiedinbluetights]

A lovely start to the story Very curious how it progresses

[puddy300]

Thanks for the nice words! Part 2 below:

“Mhhrrgrr,” is a sort of approximation of what I said as Mackenzie, stronger than she looks, dragged me into the house.

“You trying to say something?” she asked, once she’d placed me in the living room. “I can’t quite understand you, but you probably said something like, ‘Please untie me’.”

I nodded. Actually, what I was trying to say was that my shirt had ridden up, not only exposing my stomach but causing a light rug burn as I was dragged over the carpet. But I did also, fleetingly, have hope that she untie me.

“I’m not gonna,” she said. “Actually, I have two pieces of bad news for you. One, Abigail is out today.”

I tried not to show my surprise. Bianca and Sydney were so stupid for doing this to me and not confirming that Abigail was even home!

“The second is that I don’t know where our scissors are. So I can’t free you!” Mackenzie smiled. “But that’s okay, because I wouldn’t free you even if I did know where the scissors are.”

Oh come on. Was I being kidnapped? How long would I have to stay like this? Would she eventually run to the store and buy some scissors? I struggled and mmphh’d into my gag. I wasn’t saying anything in particular, just trying to suggest that was a bad idea.

“Seems like you’re surprised. Well, think about this from my perspective. Here’s you, hogtied and gagged on my front porch. Honestly, I’m impressed you managed to do this to yourself. But it’s a pretty bad idea, so you ought to see some punishment to keep you from doing it again.”

I talked more loudly into my gag. She thought I did this to myself? It made me wonder just what was written on that sticky note that was on my forehead. Mackenzie had read it, laughed, and peeled it off.

“And I’m bored, so you’ll make good company.”

I wasn’t so sure, seeing as how I couldn’t talk or do anything.

Mackenzie left the room. I think I had read once that you could undo zipties if you manipulated them in a certain manner. I currently wished I could recall that manner, because I pressed my fingers into the ones around my wrists and got absolutely nowhere.

When Mackenzie reappeared in the room, she rushed over and grabbed my hands. “First rule is no trying to escape. This is your punishment, you can’t get out of it.” She undid a shoelace and used it to tie my thumbs together, so that my hands were now palms out. “I don’t know if you can even undo zipties, but now you definitely can’t. Every time you disobey, I’ll add to your punishment.”

I wanted to ask why she was so willing to do this, but obviously I couldn’t. I sighed into my gag. Not having the use of my thumbs was pretty annoying, but also it’s not like they were all that useful anyway. Still, her tying them so easily put into sharp focus just how much I was at the mercy of this girl.

“Let’s see…” she said, circling me like a shark, a mischievous grin on her face. “Are you ticklish?”

I shook my head ‘no’, because what else was I supposed to do? Admit that I was? Naturally, this had zero effect on her decision to test my ticklishness.

She dropped to the ground and poked my ribs with her toes. I giggled into my gag almost immediately, even though I was trying to hold back my reaction. “Oh, you’re super ticklish!” she squealed with delight. “How crazy for you to tie yourself up while being so ticklish!”

“Mrh, mrh, mrhhhh!” I said. That would be trying to say, “no, no, noooo!” as she rolled onto my side and dug into my ribs, belly, and armpits with her fingers, causing me to strain against my bonds in a desperate and futile effort to fight her off. She got her hands underneath my shirt and tickled bare skin, making it so much worse. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like more, and when she stopped, I was already breathing heavily through my nose.

“Haha, this is fun!” she said. “I could do this all day, but I kind of think you couldn’t.” She put me back on my stomach and moved to my bare feet. I couldn’t help but wave them back and forth in anticipation, hoping to prevent her from getting a clean shot at tickling them. “Your feet are pretty cute for a boy,” she said, teasing me. “Are they as ticklish as the rest of you?”

I actually wasn’t sure, while I’d been tickled before, my feet had never been. Still, Mackenzie dug her fingers into my soles and confirmed that yep, they sure were. I writhed as she traced the lines in my feet, poked around my toes, and scratched that soft part of my feet, around the instep. She went longer with these, taking her time: at first, her nails barely touched my skin, so they were more like annoyances, but she slowly increased the intensity, drawing more giggles, then laughs, and tears as I struggled in vain.

When she was finished, I felt exhausted. I panted through my nose.

“God, you shouldn’t be allowed to be that ticklish,” said Mackenzie. “But I love it.”

Glad one of us was having fun.

“All right, I’ll give you a little break. From tickling, anyway.” She wagged a finger at me. “Don’t try to get free while I’m gone.”

She left again. This time, I laid still. With my thumbs tied, I had no chance. Already I was cowed. I wondered how long I had even been tied up for. I didn’t even think I’d spent fifteen minutes in the full hogtie yet. This could be a long day.

Mackenzie returned with some dice and pen and paper. “Let’s play a game while you recover. I’m sure you know how to play Yahtzee.”

I tried to explain that rolling dice was going to be pretty difficult with my thumbs tied with some gag talk, but she waved her hand at me. “Okay, I love that you keep trying to talk even though I can’t understand you, but don’t complain, whatever you’re saying. Don’t worry, this will work.”

I quickly found out how she intended to make it work. She was not, as I hoped, going to release my thumbs. Instead, she had me hold my feet flat in the air. Then she placed the dice on the soles of my feet. From there, I was to roll, which required me to roll my whole body over so the dice fell off my feet and onto the floor.

This turned out to be slightly difficult, as I kept wanting to move one foot or the other, causing the dice to fall off prematurely.

“Ooh, you’re cheating!” she said. “That’s a punishment.”

It wasn’t cheating but clearly that didn’t matter. What mattered is that to make it ‘easier’ on me, Mackenzie used another shoelace to tie my big toes together. She could not help giving me a little tickle while she did it, making me squirm.

“There we go!”

Now that my toes were tied, my feet were excellent dice holders, according to Mackenzie.

So I would have dice put on my feet, tumble over, and she would decide for me what I would be going for. “Remember, you tied yourself up, you wanted not to have any agency,” she reminded me, still falsely accusing me.

Unsurprisingly, I lost. She got four Yahtzees and I got zero. I think she cheated.

“Oh, you’ve been here almost an hour.” She laid on the floor next to me, head to head. “How are you doing?”

I tried to express that I was getting tired after the tickling and the Yahtzee game. Constantly rolling over and back was a little exhausting.

“Good enough for some more, is that what you said? Perfect!” Mackenzie smiled her cheeky little smile and got up. “We’re going to watch a movie, how about that?”

I supposed that was better than being tickled. But then she wrapped some strip of cloth over my eyes to blindfold me. “What I meant was that I’m going to watch a movie. You don’t get to watch because you’ll need to focus on your task.”

I was left to wonder what she meant while listening to her pad out of the room once again.

[milagros317]

Fine continuation!

[brashieel]

Going great so far.

[slackywacky]

Fun story. Please keep writing.

[tiedinbluetights]

A very fun read

[Canuck100]

Loving it so far!

[geelcarl]

Great start!

[Shotrow]

Pretty interesting. Hope to see more.