06 - Birthday Tie-Up
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By Mr. E
Thursday, October 13th 2005 - 04:07:34 PM
Birthday Tie-Up
So one day it was my friend, "Michael's" (an alias), birthday. And I wanted to do something before/after his birthday. But I didn't know if I should be tied, or he should be tied. After asking a friend, I decided to follow his advice and be tied. Oh boy, right?
Anyway, I had to get myself tied, but let him know that I was his to tie up for the day. I picked a day when I knew everyone in his or my family would be gone for a while. So I snuck into his house, and then into his room, with my supplies. I wrote a note and put it outside the large TV box that I would be in. So I tied my feet with duct tape (I had long jeans on), and then wrote "Happy B-day" on a single strip of duct tape. I gagged myself with that strip, and I also blindfolded myself with a bandana. I got into the box and crouched down as I shut the top of the box. I then used a pair of souvenir handcuffs (they were metal and from Alcatraz) and handcuffed my hands behind my back. The key was in the note that was taped to the top of the box. I could've gotten out of the gag, and stand up, but there was hardly a way for me to get the key. So now there was no going back now. I was in for the day.
It got hot in there, which made it seem longer than it really was. I waited inside the box for a while, and then finally I heard noise. My heart jumped at the noise. I heard him mutter something, so then I thought that he wasn't alone!!! What would another person think?!?! I briefly started to try to get my arms to go under my legs, bringing my hands in front of me, but it was no use. So I stopped, praying that he was alone. He then came into his room.
"What the...?" was his reaction. I could hear his footsteps as he came closer to me in the box. He ripped off the note and read it.
"Oh my go(sh)", he said as he opened the box. I couldn't see his face, but he laughed for a second. He kept on saying "Oh my go(sh)" over and over again as he laughed. I was kinda laughing under my gag too but it was not understandable. He then said some things like: "Ah man, this is going to be great. Thank you so much (my name)! This is going to rock". A brief pause followed. "OK...ok". He examined what I brought him. I had some white rope, (some 40+ feet) and 2 giant rolls of duct tape. So then, I gave up trying to understand what was happening and just did what he told me to. I stood up, and he picked me up out of the box. So I was just standing there. He got the thing out of the box and then started with the duct tape. He taped my upper arms/biceps to my sides, so I could move them horizontally. He then used duct tape to go over my shoulders and under my thighs so I couldn't move them vertically either as it would just pull my crotch up like a harness. He thanked me for the gag, but said that it could be better, so he reinforced my gag with several strips of duct tape. All this happened while I was standing. He then wrapped a few rounds around my knees, to reinforce what I did to myself. Then he laid me down on the ground.
He said something among the lines of "Hey, I'm going to get a few things, for the next tie up. Obviously, you are going to stay here. (laugh)" But before he left he said "Oh yeah, and I was wondering if you included my favorite present". He came over and lifted up part of my shirt to see the trim of my boxers. He sounded disappointed, but there was no way I was going to let that perv tie me up in my football brief/jockstrap (it had a back, but it was used for sports). I was his friend, but not THAT good of a friend. I hated those things, and he knew it. So no way was I going to "include" it. He sounded upset, and said "Well, I'm going to get those things I said. Don't go anywhere", with his unappreciated and lame sarcasm. He hit me hard on my chest as he said it, and then left.
I knew there was no use in struggling, but for the fun of it I did. Then an idea came to me, maybe if I got out, Michael would honor that and let me not be tied up. So I tried to get out, but not frantically or anything. It was getting hot inside, and being tied up didn't make anything cooler. I probably could have gotten my gag off as the human jaw is very strong, but the gag was my favorite part with it saying "Happy B-day".
After a while Michael came back. He saw that I was a little warm and told me that he was going to turn the AC down to very cold. At that time, I had to go to the bathroom. After trying to Mppph the message to Michael, he didn't understand. So I eventually got my gag off and said "Bathroom! I need to go to the Bathroom!" Michael was like "Woah! Ok, ok. We can handle this. Ok, I'm going to pick you up. Oh, and if I want you to talk, I won't gag you". With this, he put my gag back on. He carried me to the bathroom, where he cut ALL of my bonds off, except my ankles and my handcuffs, and of course the gag. He took me over to the toilet and then left. I used my hands in the back to do all of my business. I won't go into gross details. Sufficient to say, we got through it. And boy was I relieved. I mphed for him to come in. Michael came in and said "Boy that stinks". He was laughing, and I was kind of laughing under my gag. But he took that to a wrong extreme. He took me over to a rack and tied me to the rack in the bathroom closet with the white rope. He wanted me to be there until I "smelt that which I had most foully dealt," with the same unappreciated and lame sarcasm. He said "I gotta go get a few more things. I should be back somewhat soon". And with that he left.
The smell wasn't that bad...ok so it WAS that bad. But what was worse was that there was no AC in the bathroom! I was so hot, let alone in the closet. I couldn't even sit down either. That totally sucked.
When Michael finally returned some 10+ minutes later, he said something like "I think you learned your lesson, but I think you're getting too hot". He then untied me and put me in the shower/bathtub. I started to struggle madly, but I was still handcuffed. So then he turned on the water to its COLDEST. And let me remind you, I was still wearing ALL of my clothes (except shoes and socks). He showered me in freezing water fully clothed. I just accepted it, but after the water stopped, I was still a little hot. He untied my legs, and told me I could take a shower, as long as the handcuffs stayed on. So I took off my soaking wet clothes and Michael left. I couldn't handle the cold water, so I put it on hot water. Michael came in and said "Tell me when you're out!" I told him ok.
After I went to the bathroom again, (you know to make sure in case I was tied for a while), I got out and stood at the closed door and yelled "I'm out, but I need some clothes. There are not even any towels in here". He said back "I know, I've got it taken care of. Here's your clothes, it should keep you cool", and he opened the door slightly and threw in a football brief/jockstrap. He had to be kidding. That was so retarded. He took my (wet) clothes and took all the towels when he came in. I yelled at him to get me some clothes from his closet, but he told me it was that or go nude (no way!). When I asked him for his clothes, he said that I was too big for his clothes. (This was kinda true, but still, c'mon!) He threatened to come in there and make me wear it, as my hands were still handcuffed. But then he changed his tone, and said "Hey, it's my birthday gift, do it for me. Otherwise, I'll either come in there and force you to wear it, or you'll go nude (again, no way). I slowly and grudgingly said ok and put it on. However, I was in fact bigger than Michael, so his brief/jockstrap was tighter than mine. What was I doing? But then again, I had no other choice. I managed to open the door despite being handcuffed, and he stood a few feet away and told me to follow him into the family room, where my doom awaited.
He took me to the family room, to the computer. He told me to sit on the computer chair, and I did as I was told. He finally un-cuffed my hands but just used to rope to tie my hands to the arms of the chair. He continued to use the white rope to fasten my bare stomach to the back of the chair, as well as my upper torso. He then bent over and tied my bare feet to the part of the chair that holds the seat up. So my legs were bent, and my arms were tied to the arms of the chair, and my chest to the back, but at least I was sitting down. I thought that this was it, but it wasn't. He used some more of the white rope to wrap around my neck, and tie it to the back of the chair, almost like a noose. I couldn't even lean my head forward. Michael used the rest of the white rope to secure my thighs to the seat. For a change of pace, he gagged me with more duct tape.
Michael then explained a key part in his little game. In each tie up, he will give me the instrument to get free, but it's up to me to get it and use it. So this time, he put a long kitchen knife on my lap. While it could potentially set me free, all it did was give false hope and make me struggle.
He sat down on the couch and said that he was going to watch some TV. However, I couldn't see the TV from where my chair was, and that was exactly what Michael wanted. I started to "mmpphh" to annoy the crap out of him. After a while I was annoying him, so he stood up and told me that the more noise I made, the more severe he would make my bonds. So the punishment was the in the gag. He used a little bit of saran wrap to cover my head, and then used duct tape to wrap from the top of my head to under my chin, keeping my mouth closed.
I still made noise, and struggled to get the knife that lay just on my lap. It was no use, I couldn't even get a hand lose. So I made noise, both to call his bluff and try to annoy him to stop this part of the game. However, every time I made noise, he just put tape over my rope bonds. So when he sat down, he said he was going to watch a quick movie. So he pulled out "Lord of the Rings: Return of the King" Special Edition. That movie was nearly 4 hours long! There was no way I wanted to stay like I was for 4 hours. He did that just to tease me though. But he never blindfolded me, because he wanted me to see the knife, and my potential escape. And it never got really hot, thanks to the AC.
At any rate, the time expired, and he said that I had failed to get out. But like I had a chance? Michael said it was time for the next one, and so he went upstairs to finalize some things. I sat waiting, tied up in my chair, hoping for an easier situation, but expecting the worst.
He took me upstairs, to his room. I was untied, but not ungagged. I knew things would get bad up here. Michael had taken off the mattress exposing the springs at the bottom of it. Even though my hands still had the marks from the rope, he handcuffed my hands to the posts on each side. He then undid my gag, which took a few minutes, and told me not to say anything. He then gave me some water.
"Thanks," I said.
He looked at me and said, "I told you not to say anything". He pulled out a HUGE jawbreaker, not average, like snowball sized.
"Open up", he said with an evil grin. I eventually let it in, even though I could hardly get my mouth around it. He kept my mouth shut with yet another several rounds of duct tape, our favorite. He then used the duct tape and rope to go in and out of the springs, strapping me down to the springs. Rounds strapping my biceps, stomach, upper torso, thighs, ankles, and neck, all in a similar fashion like the chair. It wasn't very comfortable at all. The springs actually kind of hurt. But that was the least of my concern.
"Is that good?" he asked, with his lame attempt at humor. Of course all I could manage was the infamous "mmmpphhh". And I did it quite a lot as well as struggle.
"Oh yeah, your escape instrument is here", he said as he placed the keys to the handcuffs (that kept my hands in place) on my chest, not 6 inches from my face. "Go for it. You have only a few minutes this time, before..." then he stopped. "Only a few minutes". I struggled madly, making the springs shake and make noise as well as mpphing loudly. He kind of laughed as I did this. You think that my jawbreaker could go away, but it didn't. I could barely swallow.
Eventually I slowed down, and noticed that rather quickly that it got cold. I knew that Michael had turned up the AC, but I didn't think it could be that bad. Of course, I only being in my football brief/jockstrap contributed to making me cold. As I struggled against my bonds, it just got colder and colder.
After a little while of struggling, Michael said that my time was up. I looked at my bonds and the key, and I was nowhere even close to being free. He said that I have been given a chance to be free twice, and now he would what he wanted. Basically implying torture. So he went and got (of all things) ice.
"I knew you were hot, so I brought some ice to cool you down". What a lying jerk. He probably saw all of my goosebumps all over my body. He blindfolded me with a long sock, so I wouldn't know where he put the ice next. He rubbed the ice on my arms, and on my legs, and now I was freezing. It was so cold, and all I could do was struggle against my bonds and make a little muffled noise. Lastly, he took the ice, and as he was done, he poured the remaining ice down my brief/jockstrap! I was already cold! Now I was freezing everywhere. My only protest was "mmphing", and quite loud by now.
So then he brought out - clothespins. I couldn't see them, as I was blindfolded, but I knew it when he put the first 2 on my nipples. So next, he put them wherever he could, on my knees and ears, and abs. But he put the last one on my nose. So all of the sudden, I could not breathe, as I was gagged. So I struggled and I made noise, and I was afraid that I would suffocate, and the rope around my neck wasn't helping. After several seconds, he took off the clothespin on my nose, but left all the rest. I didn't know what was going to happen next, so I kept on struggling, but the bond were too good.
So then he took some lighted candles and poured the hot wax on me. All the while, I'm making noise, and struggling. He wouldn't stop; he proceeded next to tickle me all over. I am ticklish, so I was screwed. That wasn't appreciated. On my bare feet, under my arms pits, on my abs, all over. And then he stopped left me for a while. It must have been some 30 minutes. All the while, I was struggling madly at my bonds, hoping that I could escape before any torture resumed.
When he returned he untied me and said, "That's the end of it". It was earlier than I thought but he told me that was because he parents would be home earlier than he thought. It made sense, since the entire last tie up was completely rushed. Even the torture was rushed. He said that we had 20 minutes, before they would be here. So I took another WARM shower, and he cleaned up.
And before I left, he thanked me, and eerily said "Let's just say I have a few ideas for your birthday". And my birthday is late October... so there's no telling what that might hold!
Mr. E
legolas_elvenprinceofmirkwood@hotmail.com
USA
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Mr. E's stories
- 01 - Me and the Beginning (Briefs or Boxers) (mm/m)
- 02 - My Weirdest Tale (Mm/m)
- 03 - Double Doosey (m/m, M/mm)
- 04 - Partial Revenge (m/m)
- 05 - Camp Tie Up (m+/m)
- 06 - Birthday Tie-Up (self/m, m/m)
- 07 - My Birthday Present(s) (m/m)
- 08 - A Random Date Gone Bad (m/m, mm/m)
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