TUG Story Shorts

[The Pink Asylum]

Ryn smiled. He stepped back from the mirror admiring his new gym fit on his slim toned 5'8 frame. His short tight black bicycle shorts showing off his increasingly curvier muscular quads and glutes. His big baggy oversized tan hoodie he chose as his cute pump cover encompassing and obscuring his toned upper body. He turned and gave his foot, clad in scrunched white slouch socks and white sneakers, a kick back in excitement. He bounced excitedly smiling now that he was ready to go to the gym as the new him. His medium wavy dark hair done. His black eyeliner and eyeshadow applied. His friends warnings still sounding in his mind. *we support the new you but just be careful!* they said. Warning him of the prejudice her could encounter. He brushed them off with a smile. He was 27 and making up for lost time. What's really the worst that could happen?...

He was right...He definitely didn't need to worry about the prejudice that day...

No one paid attention to the 6'4 bodybuilder as he walked out of the locker room after his workout. Why would they? No one noticed how his smile had a hidden deviousness to it. No one noticed the barely noticeable change to his walking gait as he carried his large black gym bag slung over one shoulder. No one noticed a slight nervousness to his eyes when his buddies stopped him on the way out to say bye. None of his buddies noticed the soft breathless muffled grunt come from the bag when he set it down for a moment. None of them noticed the almost imperceptible shifts the bag made on its own as it sat there. No one noticed the relief as he picked it up and continued his exit finally. And no one noticed his smile widen as he set the bag in his trunk and patted it proudly before closing the trunk, getting in, and driving away....

This is a good one!

[SashaMoh]

Ryn smiled. He stepped back from the mirror admiring his new gym fit on his slim toned 5'8 frame. His short tight black bicycle shorts showing off his increasingly curvier muscular quads and glutes. His big baggy oversized tan hoodie he chose as his cute pump cover encompassing and obscuring his toned upper body. He turned and gave his foot, clad in scrunched white slouch socks and white sneakers, a kick back in excitement. He bounced excitedly smiling now that he was ready to go to the gym as the new him. His medium wavy dark hair done. His black eyeliner and eyeshadow applied. His friends warnings still sounding in his mind. *we support the new you but just be careful!* they said. Warning him of the prejudice her could encounter. He brushed them off with a smile. He was 27 and making up for lost time. What's really the worst that could happen?...

He was right...He definitely didn't need to worry about the prejudice that day...

No one paid attention to the 6'4 bodybuilder as he walked out of the locker room after his workout. Why would they? No one noticed how his smile had a hidden deviousness to it. No one noticed the barely noticeable change to his walking gait as he carried his large black gym bag slung over one shoulder. No one noticed a slight nervousness to his eyes when his buddies stopped him on the way out to say bye. None of his buddies noticed the soft breathless muffled grunt come from the bag when he set it down for a moment. None of them noticed the almost imperceptible shifts the bag made on its own as it sat there. No one noticed the relief as he picked it up and continued his exit finally. And no one noticed his smile widen as he set the bag in his trunk and patted it proudly before closing the trunk, getting in, and driving away....

This is a good one!

Thank you! I might do a quick little sequel and leave it there. Or just leave it vague and open ended with this. Not sure yet lol

[Kyle]

Eric twisted and pulled against the ropes, but they were too tight and tied too well to get anything free. Any attempt to shout for help was severely muffled by the bandana stuffed in his mouth, with another one tied over to hold it in place. He tried to open the door to the closet, but while he could reach the doorknob with his bound hands, the door wouldn't budge. Apparently, something had been used to block the door.

Down the hall, his older sister Janet and 3 of her softball teammates were able to enjoy their sleepover in peace now they'd taken care of Eric's constant pestering of them.

[The Pink Asylum]

Eric twisted and pulled against the ropes, but they were too tight and tied too well to get anything free. Any attempt to shout for help was severely muffled by the bandana stuffed in his mouth, with another one tied over to hold it in place. He tried to open the door to the closet, but while he could reach the doorknob with his bound hands, the door wouldn't budge. Apparently, something had been used to block the door.

Down the hall, his older sister Janet and 3 of her softball teammates were able to enjoy their sleepover in peace now they'd taken care of Eric's constant pestering of them.

[WhereAmI]

@Kyle @the pink asylum

Sometimes older sisters cheat by getting their friends to help them tie up their little brother.

[guardian741]

The man strained against his hogtie as he lay on his side, humiliated by the cackling women around him - his wife and her friends. He regretted being so cocky about his football team’s likelihood of winning their game… and making a bet with the women.

“Having fun down there?” Angela - his wife’s annoying best friend - teased as she poked his taped mouth with her bare toes. The man mumbled angrily into the socks she had so gleefully taken off and packed into his mouth - his anger split between being at this annoying woman’s mercy, and being forced to chew on the foul socks.

His wife relaxed on the couch, keeping her feet resting on the man’s side, crossed at the ankles.
“I could get used to this” she sighed.

Another woman laughed as she pressed her bare foot’s toes over the man’s nose… laughing more loudly when he groaned in disgust and frustration. The woman and Angela began a friendly competition of who could keep their toes over the squirming man’s nose the longest.

“The winner gets to shove their foot in his mouth” the man’s wife suggested.
The other two women cheered giddily and began competing with increased fervor, ignoring the man’s muffled protests. He glared at his smirking wife… she simply blew him a kiss.

It was going to be a long night.

[The Pink Asylum]

@Kyle @the pink asylum

Sometimes older sisters cheat by getting their friends to help them tie up their little brother.

[The Pink Asylum]

The man strained against his hogtie as he lay on his side, humiliated by the cackling women around him - his wife and her friends. He regretted being so cocky about his football team’s likelihood of winning their game… and making a bet with the women.

“Having fun down there?” Angela - his wife’s annoying best friend - teased as she poked his taped mouth with her bare toes. The man mumbled angrily into the socks she had so gleefully taken off and packed into his mouth - his anger split between being at this annoying woman’s mercy, and being forced to chew on the foul socks.

His wife relaxed on the couch, keeping her feet resting on the man’s side, crossed at the ankles.
“I could get used to this” she sighed.

Another woman laughed as she pressed her bare foot’s toes over the man’s nose… laughing more loudly when he groaned in disgust and frustration. The woman and Angela began a friendly competition of who could keep their toes over the squirming man’s nose the longest.

“The winner gets to shove their foot in his mouth” the man’s wife suggested.
The other two women cheered giddily and began competing with increased fervor, ignoring the man’s muffled protests. He glared at his smirking wife… she simply blew him a kiss.

It was going to be a long night.

Good!

[Kyle]

@Kyle @the pink asylum

Sometimes older sisters cheat by getting their friends to help them tie up their little brother.

Hey, it's the risk he takes bugging 4 girls at once.