The following story is the first part of three that are connected with each other. I will write the other parts in the coming days.
It was a boring Tuesday afternoon, and I was home with my older brother Henry. At 16 years old, he was trusted to look after me when our parents were out. My older sister was in college and my younger sister was with our mom, while my dad was at work. Not that I needed much looking after. When I was home, I either kept to my room or went in the back yard and let my imagination run wild!
On this particular day, I was reading some historical book about a solider in the Vietnam War who was captured and held at the Hanoi Hilton. This, of course, set my imagination running wild, and my heart was quickly set on the desire to experience a TUG. My typical partners in these were my dad or little sister Ashley, although Henry had tied me up on occasion, albeit usually incidental. However, he was the only other person home with me, and as I had not mastered the art of selfbondage (which to this date I still haven't), I collected some ropes and a bandana and I headed downstairs.
I found Henry in the basement, pacing around with the door closed, as per usual. Typically, he was either listening to music while doing this, or else he was on his computer in his game room. I knocked, and when he didn't answer, I opened the door. Henry was walking in a circle and couldn't hear me, and he gave a little start when he turned around and spotted me, but he stopped his music and looked up.
"Hey Jeff, what's up?" He sounded mildly annoyed at having been interrupted, and I paused momentarily, wondering if I should just turn around and leave him alone. Then he noticed what I had in my hands. "What'cha got there?" Henry asked.
"I wanted to see if we could play a game" I asked nervously.
Henry frowned. "What sort of a game?"
"Well, I was reading a book about the Hanoi Hilton, and I wanted to play a game about that."
"Okay...so, like how do we play?"
I gulped, but it was now or never, so I pressed forward. "I want to be your prisoner," I blurted out. I knew Henry was aware that I liked being captured, but since I had never just blatantly approached him about it, I wasn't sure how he would react.
Thankfully, he rolled with it. Taking out his headphones and setting aside his music player, he shrugged and said "okay, I'm down."
I gave him a smile and approached him to hand over the rope. He took it, and I turned around, waiting for him to get to work.
"Not so fast," Henry said. "I need to catch you first. Go hide!"
I lit up and bolted from the room. This made the game way more fun, having some sort of evasion involved. As it turned out, I was actually a bit too good at hiding. I was always a small boy, and even at age 13 could squeeze myself into tight spaces, so I hid myself behind our dad's desk in his office. Henry came into the room at one point and looked everywhere except where I was hidden, but left without finding me. After about a half hour, he called out from downstairs "Alright, I give up. You win!"
I scurried out of hiding with a smile, and sauntered down to where Henry sat in the living room. "Ha!" I bragged. "You couldn't find me!"
"Oh I beg to differ," said Henry, with a smirk growing on his face.
The realization set over me. This was all a trick to lure me out! And as delighted as I was to be captured, I also had planned to revel in outsmarting my older brother, but instead it had been him who outsmarted me.
Before I could react, Henry lunged and tackled me to the ground. I struggled briefly, but the moment I felt rope against my bare skin, every ounce of resistance in me melted away. I simply relaxed and gave myself in to the sensation of being tied up. Rope went around my wrists over and over until they were bound firmly behind my back. Henry then hoisted me to my feet and took the second rope, wrapping it over my chest and arms, pulling it tightly to trap my limbs against my torso. Finally, the bandana was placed in my mouth and secured with a knot behind my head.
"You've been captured!" declared Henry, and a thrill shot through my whole body. It had happened. I had been caught, fair and square, defeated, and now trussed up and helpless, completely at the mercy of my older brother. "Move, prisoner!" he ordered.
I complied readily. I was feeling genuinely embarrassed at having been tricked by Henry, as well as humiliated at being bound and gagged by him, but those feelings only added to the joy of the experience. I was marched roughly, feet shuffling, as I trudged my way down the stairs and into the basement.
"Welcome to your new home!" declared Henry. "You are now a prisoner of war!" With that, he shoved me into a mattress that we stored down in the basement. I fell, but it was a soft landing. Henry stood over me, grinning. "Not so tough now, are you? You fancied yourself a brave soldier, but here you are, powerless, tied up. How does it feel to be a helpless captive?"
It felt great! But I wouldn't have admitted that even if I could, and fortunately there was a gag in my mouth, so all I did was blush, as I felt completely exhilarated. Henry then spent the next hour holding me captive. I was regularly dragged off the mattress and herded around the room while he pretended to be moving me from place to place. One time he loosed my arms, but kept my hands tied, and used the rope to bind my feet and put me in a hogtie, at which point he sat on me and gloated about how helpless I was. Another time he fully untied me, but left the gag in, only to re-tie my hands above my head so he could expose my armpits and tickle me mercilessly. Finally, I was returned to my mattress, hands and arms bound once more.
Henry looked over me for a moment, as if deciding what to do. Finally, he removed the gag from my mouth and sat down beside me. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Henry broke the silence.
"Jeff," he started. "Why do you like being captured so much?"
I blushed. I wasn't really sure how to put it into words. "I guess I've just read so many stories of heroes who got captured, and I want to be like them."
"But don't you want to escape and win the day?"
I shrugged as best I could with my arms bound like they were. "That's less important to me." Again, more silence. "I also just like being tied up," I said.
I was very quiet. Too quiet, in fact. "What was that?" asked Henry.
I tried to repeat myself, but my embarrassment took over. "Have you ever been tied up?" I ended up asking.
Henry looked off into the distance for a while before answering. "One time I was hanging out with Jimmy and a bunch of our friends, and we ended up having a Nerf war. Jimmy and I were on the same team, and we had gone into enemy territory to scout ahead. All of a sudden, we ran into an ambush. Three enemy in front of us, three behind us. We threw down our weapons and raised our hands."
Henry's face set in such a way that I couldn't read him. I squirmed slightly in my bonds as I listened intently. Henry cleared his throat and continued. "They marched us with our hands on our heads back to where their base was set up. They ended up herding us into a playhouse and set a guard over us. Occasionally they would take one of us out to question us. The torture was mild, just splashing with water or a little tickling. We didn't crack, though."
"Did they tie you up?" I asked.
Henry shook his head. "No, they didn't. But in a strange way, I almost wanted them to."
"Why is that?"
Henry shrugged. "Same reason as you, I guess. It was actually kinda thrilling to be captured. I felt like a real prisoner of war in a way. But that would have taken it to a while new level."
I decided to shoot my shot here. "If you...ever want..." I started. "...I could tie you up."
At this, Henry laughed. "Dream on, bro." And with that, he stuffed the gag back in my mouth. The torture was over at that point, but he kept me bound and gagged down there with him while he listened to music. Then our mom got home and he untied me so we could go help with groceries.
And that was the end of that adventure. However, it would only be a precursor to a new phase of my TUG life.
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Big Brother: the Henry Trilogy. CONCLUDED (m/m+m/mm)
Big Brother: the Henry Trilogy. CONCLUDED (m/m+m/mm)
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Great story! Can’t wait to read the rest!!
Promising. I want more.
Great story! Jeff is so lucky to have an older brother like Henry 
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Big brother tied up sounds intriguing
Loving your story, looking forward to the other parts!
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Such a shame your brother didn't get tied up with his friends, so close! 
It may have made it easier for you to tie him up, I assume you would have taken that opportunity if it had arisen?
It may have made it easier for you to tie him up, I assume you would have taken that opportunity if it had arisen?
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Thank you all for reading and for the responses. Here is part 2:
A few days after the events of part 1, Henry and I were invited over to a friend's house along with most of the other boys from our church. The friend was Damien, and he was 15 at the time. The group totaled 13 boys, ranges from ages 11-17, as as so often happened, we soon divided into teams and decided to have a nerf war. Henry and I ended up on the same side, with Damien as the enemy leader.
A typical strategy in these games was to send one or two soldiers into enemy territory to scout their positions or find their flag. Henry asked for volunteers, and my hand shot up immediately. This was my favorite role, as the scouts were almost always captured. When no one else stepped up, Henry decided that he would join me.
The two of us crept quietly through the back yard of Damien's house, eyes peeled for enemy soldiers. We snuck along, using their hedges as cover as we spied out the enemy territory, looking for any information which might be of use. After a bit of fruitless investigation, Henry decided we should split up, so we did. As soon as I was on my own, I did what I most wanted to do: found the nearest enemy patrol and surrendered.
The two boys who captured me were used to these games and played along beautifully, tying my hands and arms and tying one bandana into my mouth and another over my eyes. As I was being marched, bound and blindfolded, I felt overwhelmed with joy at my current helpless predicament. I was led indoors and down some steps before being left alone in the darkness, unable to see, speak, or really move very well.
I simply sat there and relaxed. This was absolutely divine, being tied up and gagged, held prisoner by the enemy. I started to imagine myself as an American soldier who had been shot down behind enemy lines and fallen into the wrong hands. I was a true captive, and would soon suffer an unknown fate! The thought caused me to shudder with delight.
Before I could get fully lost in my thoughts, I heard the door creak open and footsteps begin to descend the stairs. I moaned slightly under my gag, wondering who was here and what their purpose was. The footsteps came closer and closer, and then a familiar voice whispered to me.
"Jeff!" it was Henry. "I'm here to get you out."
This again caused me to shiver happily. The embarrassment of being seen bound and gagged by teammates, friends, or family was always one of the highlights of getting captured for me. I gave him a little "mmph", and he pulled off my blindfold.
Henry was smirking, not too surprised that I had been taken prisoner. He moved to free my hands, but I grunted again, so he paused. I shook my head and earned myself a frown. Henry reached out and removed my gag.
"You don't want to be rescued?" he asked.
"Not really," I said.
"So I should just leave you?"
"Well..." I started.
"What is it?" Henry wanted to know.
"You know how you said you were kinda curious about what this was like?" Henry nodded, so I pressed on. "Well, now's your chance."
"What do you mean?" he said, "get captured on purpose?"
"Yeah." Henry looked at me quizzically. "It's what I usual do," I explained.
For a moment, I thought that somehow I might have actually managed to weird him out like I was always worried about doing. Then slowly, deliberately, he took my gag in his hands and placed it back into my mouth. He went to apply the blindfold as well, but I shook my head. I wanted to watch.
Henry paced back and forth for a few minutes. He kept glancing at the door and then he would look at me for awhile, his eyes taking in the ropes as it seemed he was pondering his decision. Then, after awhile, he looked at me and shook his head.
"Sorry Jeff," he said. "I don't think this is for me."
He turned heel and retreated up the stairs as my heart sank. Then, just as he reached the top, the door burst open! Damien and three other teammates of his stood at the top, triumphant smiles on their faces.
"So, you came to rescue your brother," declared Damien. "And now you shall join him."
Henry froze, as if pondering whether to fight back or not. But then slowly, he lowered his Nerf gun and raised his hands. Damien nodded and his henchmen moved in, seizing my brother by the arms. They marched him down the stairs, and positioned him in front of me as they pulled his hands behind his back and began to tie his wrists together. I looked up and made eye contact and he looked back at me and blushed slightly as he was being bound. Once his hand were secured, more ropes went around his arms and pinned them to his side.
"Too bad we don't have anything to gag you with," stated Damien.
At this, I let out a grunt. Everyone turned to look at me and I gestured with my head toward the bandana the had been used as a blindfold, laying uselessly on the ground. Damien lit up gleefully and snatched it up.
"Thanks Jeff," remarked Henry dryly, before opening his mouth to accept the gag. It was tied in firmly, and then he was shoved to the ground next to me, and they left us alone.
My heart was beating so fast. I couldn't believe that my older brother was sitting tied up next to me. I had to turn and look at him before it really sank in. He looked back at me, but immediately turned away, his face growing red. I simply smiled. This could not have gone any better for me.
I wish there was more to tell of this portion of the story, but alas, that's really all there was. We sat there tied up for maybe 20-30 minutes before the game ended and we were released.
A few hours later, our mom came to pick us up. While she was driving us home, she asked if we'd had fun.
"It was great!" I declared. "We played a Nerf war and I got captured!"
My mom laughed, used to my shenanigans at this point.
"And how about for you, Henry?" she asked him.
"Yeah, it was fun," he mumbled, leaving out the part where he had been captured as well.
My mom and I continued to chat about the day for the rest of the drive home, while Henry remained silent. I hadn't been able to talk to him after the game, so I was very curious what he had thought about being tied up. As it would turn out, I did not have to wait long...
TO BE CONCLUDED
A few days after the events of part 1, Henry and I were invited over to a friend's house along with most of the other boys from our church. The friend was Damien, and he was 15 at the time. The group totaled 13 boys, ranges from ages 11-17, as as so often happened, we soon divided into teams and decided to have a nerf war. Henry and I ended up on the same side, with Damien as the enemy leader.
A typical strategy in these games was to send one or two soldiers into enemy territory to scout their positions or find their flag. Henry asked for volunteers, and my hand shot up immediately. This was my favorite role, as the scouts were almost always captured. When no one else stepped up, Henry decided that he would join me.
The two of us crept quietly through the back yard of Damien's house, eyes peeled for enemy soldiers. We snuck along, using their hedges as cover as we spied out the enemy territory, looking for any information which might be of use. After a bit of fruitless investigation, Henry decided we should split up, so we did. As soon as I was on my own, I did what I most wanted to do: found the nearest enemy patrol and surrendered.
The two boys who captured me were used to these games and played along beautifully, tying my hands and arms and tying one bandana into my mouth and another over my eyes. As I was being marched, bound and blindfolded, I felt overwhelmed with joy at my current helpless predicament. I was led indoors and down some steps before being left alone in the darkness, unable to see, speak, or really move very well.
I simply sat there and relaxed. This was absolutely divine, being tied up and gagged, held prisoner by the enemy. I started to imagine myself as an American soldier who had been shot down behind enemy lines and fallen into the wrong hands. I was a true captive, and would soon suffer an unknown fate! The thought caused me to shudder with delight.
Before I could get fully lost in my thoughts, I heard the door creak open and footsteps begin to descend the stairs. I moaned slightly under my gag, wondering who was here and what their purpose was. The footsteps came closer and closer, and then a familiar voice whispered to me.
"Jeff!" it was Henry. "I'm here to get you out."
This again caused me to shiver happily. The embarrassment of being seen bound and gagged by teammates, friends, or family was always one of the highlights of getting captured for me. I gave him a little "mmph", and he pulled off my blindfold.
Henry was smirking, not too surprised that I had been taken prisoner. He moved to free my hands, but I grunted again, so he paused. I shook my head and earned myself a frown. Henry reached out and removed my gag.
"You don't want to be rescued?" he asked.
"Not really," I said.
"So I should just leave you?"
"Well..." I started.
"What is it?" Henry wanted to know.
"You know how you said you were kinda curious about what this was like?" Henry nodded, so I pressed on. "Well, now's your chance."
"What do you mean?" he said, "get captured on purpose?"
"Yeah." Henry looked at me quizzically. "It's what I usual do," I explained.
For a moment, I thought that somehow I might have actually managed to weird him out like I was always worried about doing. Then slowly, deliberately, he took my gag in his hands and placed it back into my mouth. He went to apply the blindfold as well, but I shook my head. I wanted to watch.
Henry paced back and forth for a few minutes. He kept glancing at the door and then he would look at me for awhile, his eyes taking in the ropes as it seemed he was pondering his decision. Then, after awhile, he looked at me and shook his head.
"Sorry Jeff," he said. "I don't think this is for me."
He turned heel and retreated up the stairs as my heart sank. Then, just as he reached the top, the door burst open! Damien and three other teammates of his stood at the top, triumphant smiles on their faces.
"So, you came to rescue your brother," declared Damien. "And now you shall join him."
Henry froze, as if pondering whether to fight back or not. But then slowly, he lowered his Nerf gun and raised his hands. Damien nodded and his henchmen moved in, seizing my brother by the arms. They marched him down the stairs, and positioned him in front of me as they pulled his hands behind his back and began to tie his wrists together. I looked up and made eye contact and he looked back at me and blushed slightly as he was being bound. Once his hand were secured, more ropes went around his arms and pinned them to his side.
"Too bad we don't have anything to gag you with," stated Damien.
At this, I let out a grunt. Everyone turned to look at me and I gestured with my head toward the bandana the had been used as a blindfold, laying uselessly on the ground. Damien lit up gleefully and snatched it up.
"Thanks Jeff," remarked Henry dryly, before opening his mouth to accept the gag. It was tied in firmly, and then he was shoved to the ground next to me, and they left us alone.
My heart was beating so fast. I couldn't believe that my older brother was sitting tied up next to me. I had to turn and look at him before it really sank in. He looked back at me, but immediately turned away, his face growing red. I simply smiled. This could not have gone any better for me.
I wish there was more to tell of this portion of the story, but alas, that's really all there was. We sat there tied up for maybe 20-30 minutes before the game ended and we were released.
A few hours later, our mom came to pick us up. While she was driving us home, she asked if we'd had fun.
"It was great!" I declared. "We played a Nerf war and I got captured!"
My mom laughed, used to my shenanigans at this point.
"And how about for you, Henry?" she asked him.
"Yeah, it was fun," he mumbled, leaving out the part where he had been captured as well.
My mom and I continued to chat about the day for the rest of the drive home, while Henry remained silent. I hadn't been able to talk to him after the game, so I was very curious what he had thought about being tied up. As it would turn out, I did not have to wait long...
TO BE CONCLUDED
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This is an awesome story! I'm glad your brother was willing to indulge you. I hope he wasn't TOO embarassed.
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Redman wrote: 5 months ago This is an awesome story! I'm glad your brother was willing to indulge you. I hope he wasn't TOO embarassed.
Thanks! He survived with little or no trauma thankfully!
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Cool, he finally got tied up 
Did they tie your ankles as well?
Did they tie your ankles as well?
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Not this time, sadly. Not enough rope.
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Great chapter! I really liked the two brothers being prisoners and sit next to each other restrained and silenced 
I'm eagerly awaiting Part 3.
Another great chapter! My guess is that Henry likes it more than he lets on. We’ll see in part 3! Can’t wait!
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Magnificent. I need view next part.
squirrel wrote: 5 months ago Great chapter! I really liked the two brothers being prisoners and sit next to each other restrained and silenced
Me too
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Canuck100 wrote: 5 months ago Another great chapter! My guess is that Henry likes it more than he lets on. We’ll see in part 3! Can’t wait!
If you're wrong, you have to tie me up. If you're right, you GET to tie me up
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Wonder if Henry will get revenge
This is it, folks. The Final Chapter in the Henry Trilogy. Hope you enjoy!
A short while after our captivity at the hands of Damien, I found myself alone with Henry for the first time since that incident. The rest of the family was out, and it was just the two of us, so I finally plucked up the courage to ask him about his experience.
As I so often did, I found him in front of his computer, invested in Call of Duty, or some similar video game of the war variety. I asked if he had a minute to talk, and he said he just needed to finish up a mission first. Once he was done, he saved his game and then turned to give me his attention.
"What's up Jeff?" Henry asked.
"Can we talk about the other day? At Damien's house?"
Henry gave me a small smile. "I figured you'd want to ask about that."
"So..." I started, "what did you think?"
"I'm not sure," Henry shrugged. "It was definitely different. But I don't think I like it as much as you do."
I felt a pang of disappointment. "Are you sure?"
"I think so. I mean, I guess I would have to try it again to know for sure."
I jumped on the opportunity. "I can help you with that!" I offered eagerly.
Henry laughed. "I know you would, but I'm just not sure how it would be any different."
"Well," I admitted, "I like being your prisoner better than being captured by my friends. Maybe it'll be the same for you."
Henry frowned. "I'm not sure how that would be the case," he said, and for awhile, neither of us spoke. Finally, Henry followed up "but I guess it can't hurt to try."
I lit up. "Really?"
"Yeah, why not? I don't have anything else to do right now."
I could barely contain my excitement. I rushed to gather the necessary materials, eager to start before Henry could change his mind. My brother, being very into the military and working out, was much more muscular than I was and there was no way I'd have been able to overpower him on my own. He was wearing a simple gray t-shirt and khaki-colored shorts, and he gave a small laugh when he saw me return with the rope and bandana.
"That's a lot of rope" he remarked.
"Yeah!" I said proudly.
Henry stood up. "So, how do you want me to do this?" He asked.
"Put your hands behind your back," I commanded, although not harshly as I did not want him to back out. Henry complied, turning around and placing his hands behind him.
I took his arms and adjusted their position so that his wrists were crossed. I then looped the rope around several times, passing it over the intersection before tying it off. "How is that?" I asked.
"Not bad," said Henry. I smiled and took out another rope, wrapping it around his torso and elbows over and over, then bound the ends to each other so that his arms were pinned to his sides. Having done this, I turned him around to admire my handiwork. My older brother, who I so often looked up to, was bound and helpless before me. His eyes flitted away, not looking me in the face.
I held up the bandana. "Open wide," I commanded. I expected Henry to hesitate, but he opened his mouth right away, and allowed me to cleave gag him. Right as I tied off the bandana, his eyes met mine and his cheeks flushed, then he lowered his gaze.
I gently guided him to sit down on the couch and then went to work on his ankles. I pulled his socks off first, grimacing slightly at the smell before binding his now bare feet with more rope. Finally, I took my final length of rope and tied his ankles together. I paused for a moment, enjoying his predicament. "Okay," I said, "now try to escape.
Henry began to wiggle and pull, but shockingly, my ropes actually held firm. His face burned more and more red with frustration and embarrassment as his efforts to get free were proving to be futile. Finally, after about 5-10 minutes, he gave up and just sat their breathing heavily.
"Can't get loose?" I asked. Henry shook his head. "How does it feel to be my prisoner?" Henry refused to make eye contact. "Look at me," I barked, now fully in the character of the captor as I grabbed his face by the chin and lifted his eyes to mine. Henry grimaced, which made him look even more helpless under the gag, and in that moment, something came over me and I shot out my fingers to dig into his neck.
I knew he was extremely ticklish there, and I wanted a little revenge for the time he had tickled Ashley and I. Henry immediately whimpered through his gag, which only egged me on. I moved from his neck to his armpits and his ribs, heart soaring with glee as I tortured him over and over with tickling. Then I moved down to his bare feet and Henry started to beg and plead me to stop, but I paid him no mind. His feet were mine and I let him have it!
I started to laugh as Henry tried in vain to escape and only ended up flopping around like a fish as he did so. I continued to torment him for another 20 minutes or so before I finally relented. We both sat there panting, him from the stress of being tickled and me from the exertion of inflicting this torment upon him. Henry's face was completely red now, and tears streamed down his cheeks.
In this moment, I took pity, removing the gag from his mouth. "Do you want me to untie you?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered simply.
I quickly went to work, freeing his limbs from the ropes. As soon as his hands were freed, he wiped his eyes, clearing away the tears. This whole time, I was muttering apologies and feeling horrible, certain that I had gone too far.
But as I finished and started to head back upstairs with the rope in hand, Henry called after me.
"Jeff," he said. I turned around apprehensively, and then Henry continued. "Thank you. That was wonderful."
My jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "Seriously?" I asked.
"Yes," he admitted. "It was intense and scary and embarrassing, but it was also fun and delightful, and I really liked being helpless."
"You mean it?"
"I do," Henry nodded. "I get the appeal now."
"It's fun, isn't it?" I blurted out. "Being tied up and gagged and at someone else's control is like nothing else. It's so humiliating and so exhilarating. I love it so much."
"I know you do," Henry said, smiling. "And I want to thank you for introducing me to it."
"You're welcome," I responded.
"No you misunderstand," said Henry. "I want to THANK you for it."
I frowned, not sure what he was getting at. Then I looked down at the ropes in my hand and suddenly it dawned on me. My face lit up, and I scampered over to Henry, surrendering the ropes into his hands. He unceremoniously tossed me onto the couch face down, then pinned me there while he hogtied me with my ropes. I offered minimal resistance, enjoying every second of it.
When he had finished binding me, Henry ordered me to open up, so I did so, prepared and excited for the gag. However, what he shoved into my mouth was not a bandana like I expected, but instead it was one of his smelly, sweaty socks. I groaned, but I was helpless to do anything as one sock was pushed into my mouth and the other tied around my head to hold it in place.
I squirmed and struggled, but I could not get out. Henry leaned down and whispered in my ear "Okay, my turn now."
And then the tickling started.
I thrashed and squirmed and pleaded and gasped for air, but it was no use. I was Henry's prisoner, and there was nothing I could do about it. When he finally deemed that I'd had enough, he untied my feet, but kept my hands bound with the rope trailing behind it. Taking this in his hand, he ordered me to march, and so I trudged around our house, hapless and broken. And completely, utterly, and totally delighted. This was one of the best days of my life!
This is where the story ends. I wish I could say that was the start of daily TUGs with Henry, but they were not super frequent after that point. Thankfully, though, it would not be our last. And thus concludes the Trilogy of my older brother's introduction to bondage.
A short while after our captivity at the hands of Damien, I found myself alone with Henry for the first time since that incident. The rest of the family was out, and it was just the two of us, so I finally plucked up the courage to ask him about his experience.
As I so often did, I found him in front of his computer, invested in Call of Duty, or some similar video game of the war variety. I asked if he had a minute to talk, and he said he just needed to finish up a mission first. Once he was done, he saved his game and then turned to give me his attention.
"What's up Jeff?" Henry asked.
"Can we talk about the other day? At Damien's house?"
Henry gave me a small smile. "I figured you'd want to ask about that."
"So..." I started, "what did you think?"
"I'm not sure," Henry shrugged. "It was definitely different. But I don't think I like it as much as you do."
I felt a pang of disappointment. "Are you sure?"
"I think so. I mean, I guess I would have to try it again to know for sure."
I jumped on the opportunity. "I can help you with that!" I offered eagerly.
Henry laughed. "I know you would, but I'm just not sure how it would be any different."
"Well," I admitted, "I like being your prisoner better than being captured by my friends. Maybe it'll be the same for you."
Henry frowned. "I'm not sure how that would be the case," he said, and for awhile, neither of us spoke. Finally, Henry followed up "but I guess it can't hurt to try."
I lit up. "Really?"
"Yeah, why not? I don't have anything else to do right now."
I could barely contain my excitement. I rushed to gather the necessary materials, eager to start before Henry could change his mind. My brother, being very into the military and working out, was much more muscular than I was and there was no way I'd have been able to overpower him on my own. He was wearing a simple gray t-shirt and khaki-colored shorts, and he gave a small laugh when he saw me return with the rope and bandana.
"That's a lot of rope" he remarked.
"Yeah!" I said proudly.
Henry stood up. "So, how do you want me to do this?" He asked.
"Put your hands behind your back," I commanded, although not harshly as I did not want him to back out. Henry complied, turning around and placing his hands behind him.
I took his arms and adjusted their position so that his wrists were crossed. I then looped the rope around several times, passing it over the intersection before tying it off. "How is that?" I asked.
"Not bad," said Henry. I smiled and took out another rope, wrapping it around his torso and elbows over and over, then bound the ends to each other so that his arms were pinned to his sides. Having done this, I turned him around to admire my handiwork. My older brother, who I so often looked up to, was bound and helpless before me. His eyes flitted away, not looking me in the face.
I held up the bandana. "Open wide," I commanded. I expected Henry to hesitate, but he opened his mouth right away, and allowed me to cleave gag him. Right as I tied off the bandana, his eyes met mine and his cheeks flushed, then he lowered his gaze.
I gently guided him to sit down on the couch and then went to work on his ankles. I pulled his socks off first, grimacing slightly at the smell before binding his now bare feet with more rope. Finally, I took my final length of rope and tied his ankles together. I paused for a moment, enjoying his predicament. "Okay," I said, "now try to escape.
Henry began to wiggle and pull, but shockingly, my ropes actually held firm. His face burned more and more red with frustration and embarrassment as his efforts to get free were proving to be futile. Finally, after about 5-10 minutes, he gave up and just sat their breathing heavily.
"Can't get loose?" I asked. Henry shook his head. "How does it feel to be my prisoner?" Henry refused to make eye contact. "Look at me," I barked, now fully in the character of the captor as I grabbed his face by the chin and lifted his eyes to mine. Henry grimaced, which made him look even more helpless under the gag, and in that moment, something came over me and I shot out my fingers to dig into his neck.
I knew he was extremely ticklish there, and I wanted a little revenge for the time he had tickled Ashley and I. Henry immediately whimpered through his gag, which only egged me on. I moved from his neck to his armpits and his ribs, heart soaring with glee as I tortured him over and over with tickling. Then I moved down to his bare feet and Henry started to beg and plead me to stop, but I paid him no mind. His feet were mine and I let him have it!
I started to laugh as Henry tried in vain to escape and only ended up flopping around like a fish as he did so. I continued to torment him for another 20 minutes or so before I finally relented. We both sat there panting, him from the stress of being tickled and me from the exertion of inflicting this torment upon him. Henry's face was completely red now, and tears streamed down his cheeks.
In this moment, I took pity, removing the gag from his mouth. "Do you want me to untie you?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered simply.
I quickly went to work, freeing his limbs from the ropes. As soon as his hands were freed, he wiped his eyes, clearing away the tears. This whole time, I was muttering apologies and feeling horrible, certain that I had gone too far.
But as I finished and started to head back upstairs with the rope in hand, Henry called after me.
"Jeff," he said. I turned around apprehensively, and then Henry continued. "Thank you. That was wonderful."
My jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "Seriously?" I asked.
"Yes," he admitted. "It was intense and scary and embarrassing, but it was also fun and delightful, and I really liked being helpless."
"You mean it?"
"I do," Henry nodded. "I get the appeal now."
"It's fun, isn't it?" I blurted out. "Being tied up and gagged and at someone else's control is like nothing else. It's so humiliating and so exhilarating. I love it so much."
"I know you do," Henry said, smiling. "And I want to thank you for introducing me to it."
"You're welcome," I responded.
"No you misunderstand," said Henry. "I want to THANK you for it."
I frowned, not sure what he was getting at. Then I looked down at the ropes in my hand and suddenly it dawned on me. My face lit up, and I scampered over to Henry, surrendering the ropes into his hands. He unceremoniously tossed me onto the couch face down, then pinned me there while he hogtied me with my ropes. I offered minimal resistance, enjoying every second of it.
When he had finished binding me, Henry ordered me to open up, so I did so, prepared and excited for the gag. However, what he shoved into my mouth was not a bandana like I expected, but instead it was one of his smelly, sweaty socks. I groaned, but I was helpless to do anything as one sock was pushed into my mouth and the other tied around my head to hold it in place.
I squirmed and struggled, but I could not get out. Henry leaned down and whispered in my ear "Okay, my turn now."
And then the tickling started.
I thrashed and squirmed and pleaded and gasped for air, but it was no use. I was Henry's prisoner, and there was nothing I could do about it. When he finally deemed that I'd had enough, he untied my feet, but kept my hands bound with the rope trailing behind it. Taking this in his hand, he ordered me to march, and so I trudged around our house, hapless and broken. And completely, utterly, and totally delighted. This was one of the best days of my life!
This is where the story ends. I wish I could say that was the start of daily TUGs with Henry, but they were not super frequent after that point. Thankfully, though, it would not be our last. And thus concludes the Trilogy of my older brother's introduction to bondage.
This conversation would go a lot smoother if you just gagged me already!
Bravo! Wonderful conclusion. Henry's experience was clearly safe and enjoyable! I am so glad that he was willing to try it out.
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Redman wrote: 5 months ago Bravo! Wonderful conclusion. Henry's experience was clearly safe and enjoyable! I am so glad that he was willing to try it out.
Same! I'm glad he ended up liking it too.
This conversation would go a lot smoother if you just gagged me already!
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Excellent story! Thank you!
Amazing ending! Can't wait to see more adventures of Jeff and his family