01 - Two Tied Boys...
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By Ian G
Saturday, September 24th 2005 - 06:49:00 AM
Two Tied Boys...
Hi, I'm Ian. I'm 15 and have been reading here for a while but never posted. I really like being tied up but want to tell about the very first time it happened, which came as quite a shock, when I was about 12.
It was a Saturday, I was hanging out with 2 buddies, we'll call them Andy and Scott, at Andy's house. We were all about the same age. His place is huge, he has his own den on the first floor and there is a basement, which includes his Pa's own games room, a laundry and a large area which is unfinished. Andy was home alone, his elder sister was looking after him for the weekend as his parents were away at a wedding. His sister was out with her friends shopping at the mall and wouldn't be home till late afternoon.
We are kind of soccer freaks and spent most of the morning at the park playing with some more guys. When we got back to Andy's house we played some computer games (I forget which), still in our soccer uniforms, so we were all dressed the same in blue socks, trainers, dark red shirts and black shorts.
We had some pizza and juice for lunch then returned to the computer in Andy's den. Andy was too good for Scott and me and we all started to get bored and sat about for a while discussing what we should do now. After a bit Andy suggested a game of hide and go seek. Scott and I had been in Andy's house before but didn't know it well so we thought it might be interesting. Then Andy suggested that when the seeker found someone that person would become his prisoner. He looked a bit shifty when he said this but neither Scott nor I had any idea what he had planned and we both agreed. Andy then offered to be seeker first since as he said, "he knew all the best places to hide and it wouldn't be fair on either of us otherwise". Naturally we agreed once more.
Andy remained in the den and Scott and I left to explore. Scott said he was going downstairs, I went to look in the bedrooms. After several false starts I found Andy's own room with a huge walk in closet - ideal. I tiptoed softly in and pulled the sliding door closed behind me. There was a soft click and I realised I had trapped my self - there was no catch on the inside! Oh well, best just settle down and wait for Andy. I could always holler if he didn't find me.
I sat in the dark for what seemed a lifetime but Andy said later was only about 30 minutes. I was beginning to think I would have to give myself up when I heard someone come into the room. A few moments later the closet door opened and Andy was standing there, grinning down at me. I noticed he had changed out of his soccer shorts and was now wearing khaki cargo shorts.
"Hi Ian", he said. "Guess you lose". I stood up stiffly since my hiding place had been more cramped than I thought. I stepped past Andy and said, "Thanks for letting me out of there. Where's Scott?"
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough", was the evasive reply. "Have you forgotten the second part of the deal?" Naturally I had, particularly as I was relieved to be out of the closet so I asked him what he meant.
Andy replied, "I found you so I win. Now you are my prisoner!" As he said this his hands were trembling ever so slightly and I could see he was visibly excited. I had no idea what he had in mind but decided I would go along with him, besides we had agreed to his terms before we started the game.
"OK, so what are you going to do with me?" I asked curiously. I thought he might return me to the closet and I wasn't keen on that.
"You've got two choices", was his reply. "Do exactly as I tell you, or go back in the closet. Guess you've noticed there's no catch in there. Did you know about the spiders?" he added with a grin. Andy knows I hate spiders. Whether there were any in there or not is doubtful but I wasn't going to take a chance.
"Please don't put me back in there", I pleaded. "I'll do exactly as you tell me".
"Great!" said Andy and a huge grin split his face. "First of all take, take your shirt off". I had given my word so began pulling it over my head without hesitation. When I got it off I saw Andy, still with a huge grin on his face, was holding a length of white clothesline rope in his hand. Suddenly I could see where this was going. I had never, ever been tied up before and wasn't sure that I wanted to be now, but couldn't help asking, nervously, "What are you going to do with that?"
He didn't answer directly but simply told me to turn round, face the wall and put my hands behind my back. After a moment's hesitation I decided I would have to play along so turned as instructed and placed my hands behind me, palm to palm. At once Andy said, "No, not like that". I felt him take hold of my arms, moving them so my wrists were now crossed. I didn't have time to think why he had done that as I immediately felt him wrap a turn horizontally around my wrists and pull it tight. I involuntarily squirmed a little and at the same time the thought came to me that if I could keep a little slack I should be able to free myself later. "Hold still until I've finished!" Andy ordered sharply. "You'll have plenty of time to struggle later," he added rather sinisterly. Once more, he pulled the slack I'd gained out of the rope and added a couple more turns, ensuring that each one was snug. Then I felt him take a turn vertically around my arms and I knew my fate was sealed. The turns Andy had already placed around my hands were completely secure and it was already impossible for me to break free. Clearly, Andy was an expert knot tier and he knew exactly what he was doing when he had crossed my arms. Suddenly I felt a little bit of panic, more I think from the thought that I would lose face in front of my friends if I couldn't get free (and I was already certain that that would be impossible, even though Andy hadn't finished with my hands). At the same time I felt a strange excitement at being inescapably tied up. Dressed only in soccer shorts, I just hoped Andy wouldn't notice the visible signs.
As all this was going through my mind Andy continued his work, adding more vertical turns and then cinching his lashing with a couple of turns between my wrists. Finally I felt him knotting the ends of the rope and knew he had placed this at the back of my hands where it would be impossible for my fingers to reach. At last he let my hands go and said, "Now you can struggle!" I could tell he was grinning broadly but did as I was told. My tried to twist my hands but I found my fingers wouldn't even reach the rope, let alone the knots. After a few moments I stopped my hopeless task, knowing I was defeated.
I turned to my grinning friend and asked, "What now?"
"First you can take your trainers off - you won't be needing them", Andy replied. I wondered how I was to do this with my hands tied behind my back but Andy stooped down, untied the laces and I kicked my shoes off. Then he went to the door and opened it, came back, prodded me in the back and told me to march to the basement. We went downstairs and on the ground floor passed a full-length mirror. I was amazed by what I saw- me, the prisoner, dressed only in soccer shorts, hands tightly bound behind my back stumbling along as my captor, none too gently prodded me towards the basement door. My excitement was almost boundless.
Andy opened the door to the basement, turned on the light and made me lead the way down the stairs. Then he prodded me past the completed section to the end. In this part the floor was rough concrete and there were several steel columns and bare roof beams. Seated beside one of the columns was Scott, looking sorry for himself. Like me, he was shirtless and shoeless and in addition his socks had been removed. I noticed at once that his legs were straight out in front of him and his ankles were tied tightly together. Then I saw his arms had been pulled behind his back and the pole, crossed and tied exactly like mine. It was a very thick column - I knew immediately he was going no place. He gave me a sheepish grin and said "Hi!"
I expected Andy would want to tie me the same but instead he told me to sit down where I was. Immediately he took another length of rope from his pocket (he must have been well prepared and now I realised why he had changed out of his soccer uniform). He pulled my socks off and immediately started to tie my ankles together, quickly but just as securely as he had tied my hands. As he did so he explained that he had me take my shoes off just in case I thought of kicking him. When he had finished I lay back on my bound hands and asked him what he was going to do with us.
"I'm going to leave you here for a few minutes so you can discuss your situation, but I'll be back soon to make you more comfortable," with that he turned and began climbing the stairs. I struggled into a sitting position and turned to look at Scott. I noticed at once that he was as excited as me but knew at once he would be embarrassed if I said anything.
I asked Scott what had happened to him and he told me he was discovered hiding in Andy's father's den after a short while. Andy lost no time in reminding Scott that he was now a prisoner, and like me Scott felt it was only fair to submit. Like me too he hadn't expected what was about to happen to him. He asked Andy about me and Andy told him I was already a prisoner, locked in a cupboard and if he wished Scott could join me (Andy knew where I was all along). After a brief description of my captivity he told Scott that alternatively he could receive different treatment so long as he did exactly what he was told. Scott agreed and was made to remove his shirt like me and was then ordered to place his hands behind his head and was marched into the part of the basement where we now were. Andy made him stand against the column, placing his hands behind his back and around the pole. Scott was amazed by how quickly and effectively Andy was able to secure his wrists. With his arms stretched around the column my buddy had very little movement but he knew immediately it was not worth attempting to struggle. Andy instructed his prisoner to sit on the floor, which Scott managed with some difficulty, after which his socks were removed and his ankles tied.
"What happens now?" I asked Scott.
"Dunno," came the reply. "Guess he'll come back in a few minutes and let us go. He said he would make us more comfortable. It's been kinda cool though," he added rather shyly.
I had to agree with his last comment but wasn't so sure we were going to be released yet. The look on Andy's face when he had finished tying me up showed he was mighty pleased with himself. I had a feeling he was going to hang on to his prisoners a little longer, particularly as it was obvious he had gone to some lengths to plan this operation and that we had been tricked into going along with his plan, thus making it even simpler for him to carry out. I told Scott what I thought and added that we had best try to get free before Andy returned. While I was speaking I began wriggling across the floor to where Scott was tied. As he couldn't move, clearly it was up to me. I managed with some difficulty to roll and squirm across the floor (fortunately, although it was rough concrete, it was smooth and kept swept) until I was behind my friend. Sitting up, I managed to find his bound wrists and with some difficulty managed to reach the knot. It was slow work loosening it but it finally came free. Only half the battle though - Andy had tied his wrists so well each loop of rope would have to be worked free before Scott had his freedom. As I worked on I said to Scott, "When we are loose I reckon Andy should suffer for this!"
Scott agreed we should take Andy down just as his hands came loose and he drew his aching arms in front of him and rubbed his wrists with relief. At that moment a shadow passed in front of the light, I turned round and was shocked to see Andy once more grinning down at us.
"Well you have been busy while I've been away," he laughed. "Not only trying to escape but planning revenge! Nice try, but not yet I think!" With that he grabbed Scott and dragged him back towards the pillar. With his ankles still tied Scott was able to offer very little resistance and Andy quickly forced his arms back around the post and slowly and deliberately tied his wrists once more.Then he took hold of me under the armpits and dragged me away from behind Scott, laying me n front of him. We were captives again.
"I forgot to tell you just now," Andy continued, "prisoners aren't allowed to talk". With that he drew out of his pocket two bandannas. He turned to me and said, "Since you're the man of action you can choose. Which would you prefer, red or blue?"
"Blue I guess," I replied, "Why, what are you going to do?" Even now the thought that he might gag us had not occurred to me. While I was speaking he was busy rolling the blue bandanna into a loose, wide bandage. When he had finished he stepped behind me, dropped the cloth in front of my face and said, "Open wide!" The realisation of what he had in mind hit me like a hammer blow and I replied "No. Why?" Bad move. As I asked the question he pulled the cloth back hard between my teeth holding it firm meanwhile.
"That's great Ian," he laughed, "Now clamp down!" There was no point refusing his request and I did as I was told. Andy pulled the cloth behind my head and swiftly tied it tightly with a half knot, drawing it even tighter between my clenched teeth. A moment later he had finished the square knot and released my head from his hands. I tested my gag, attempting to push it out with my tongue - No chance!
Andy watched me and giggled at my attempts to free my mouth. "There's no point in struggling Ian. You won't be able to remove it. Just chill a little. You know as well as I do you're enjoying yourself really!" He gave me a huge wink and turned to Scott.
I looked across to watch my buddy. Scott's eyes appeared to be standing out on stalks. I guessed he didn't want to be gagged anymore than I did but he knew his turn was next and there was precious little he could do about it. Once more his excitement was as evident as mine, and now I also knew Andy had noticed too.
Andy stepped behind Scott while folding the red bandanna and instructed him to open wide like me. Scott however knew what was intended and wasn't going to be caught so easily. He clamped his jaws firmly shut. Andy sighed and said, "OK, so we do it the hard way". He pulled the bandanna across Scott's mouth, and drew the ends behind his head. Holding them with one hand he twisted the cloth tightening it further then suddenly grasped Scott's nose with his free hand. Scott was clearly not expecting it. He tried desperately to shake his head free but it was hopeless. After only a few moments he gasped for air, the bandanna was drawn between his teeth and tied off tightly. I watched him struggle for a few seconds, just as I had done, trying to push his gag out with his tongue. I couldn't help laughing into my own gag, seeing my friend contorting his face with his struggles though I must have looked very similar a short while ago.
Andy came back to me and said "That will keep you both quiet but we can't have you roaming around as you like. Turn over on your side - I want to check your hands are still tied properly!" He didn't wait for me to comply but pushed me backwards onto my bound arms then rolled me onto my side. He pulled my wrists about for a few moments causing me to yelp into my gag then pronounced that they were fine. Then, standing before me, he pulled another rope from his shorts and looped it around my wrists. I knew I couldn't free myself already but there was no need to double up on the ropes so tried to say "That's not fair!" but all that came out was a series of unintelligible Mmmmphhs. Then he took hold of my feet and pulled them up behind me and I felt him pass a loop of rope around the bonds on my ankles. I had never heard of a hog-tie, let alone experienced one, so I received yet another shock when he yanked the rope hard, drawing my bound feet close up to my butt and my tied hands. Then he secured the rope with a couple more turns round my ankle bonds and finally made all secure by knotting it close to my instep. I knew once again I couldn't reach them. When he was finished he pushed me so I rolled onto my tummy. The pressure from my legs pulling on my tied hands forced my shoulders back, and my back into a gentle arch - I couldn't move a muscle!
"That should keep you in one place," Andy gloated, "I'm going back to the computer. Don't go away!"
The door shut and we were alone. For a few moments I struggled and succeeded in turning back on my side. It was difficult to decide which position was more uncomfortable. I rolled back on my tummy and lay still - it would be quite impossible for me to free myself or reach Scott, and Andy had made quite sure my buddy couldn't move. And now we couldn't even talk to one another.
All we could do was lay there hoping Andy would have a change of heart and come and release us. I think at one stage I must have dozed off as we lay there for what seemed an age when suddenly we heard the door at the top of the stairs open.
We both began Mmmmphhing furiously...
Did Andy let us go, and did we get our revenge? If you are interested in finding out let me know.
Ian G
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