Calebtras : 04 - String tied at the zoo (mf/f)

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04 - String tied at the zoo
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By Calebtras

Sat Feb 02, 2008 6:25 pm

String tied at the zoo

I was on a science class field trip to the Central Park Zoo with my best friends Sonia and Rachel. At my Brooklyn junior high some guys thought that hanging out with girls was gay. The male hierarchy ran from thugs at the top to wannabes at the bottom and then those that didn’t count—blacks and Puerto Ricans, gays, and nerds. I was lumped in with the don’t counts, but I didn’t care. Sonia was Puerto Rican and Rachel Jewish, automatically making them outsiders, and they were both beautiful, smart, and liked to read—perfect friends for me.

At the concession stand at the entrance to the zoo Sonia bought a blue helium balloon with a monkey and “’Central Park Zoo” printed on it, Rachel bought a box of crackerjacks, and I bought a plastic cockatoo pin. There were lion and elephant pins, and I knew the cockatoo would only enhance my reputation as being gay, but I pinned it on my t-shirt.

At Sonia’s insistence we went to see the South American monkeys first. Rachel broke off a piece of her crackerjack and threw it through the cage to a black howler monkey. He popped it into his mouth and came up to the fence begging for more.

“Hey,” Sonia said pointing to a sign. “Can’t you read?” The sign said, “Please do not feed the animals. They are on special diets.”

“He likes it,” Rachel said. “Enjoying life is more important than health.”

“That’s deep, Rachel,” I said. “It’s like you and this monkey are spiritually linked.”

“That’s messed up,” Sonia said. She grabbed for the crackerjack box, but Rachel quickly stepped away from her and threw another piece to the monkey. “What are you, his Mommy, Sonia?”

I could see that Sonia was genuinely pissed off. It occurred to me that this was a great opportunity. Sonia and Rachel were my best friends and so I would never go out with them. That didn’t mean I wasn’t above a few sexual fantasies about them. Sonia was Puerto Rican with light hazel eyes that contrasted with her copper-brown skin and jet black curly hair. Rachel had delicate features and looked like she had stepped out of a Jane Austen novel, and everyone was surprised when they met her and found how blunt and raw her personality was.

I decided to feel Sonia out about an idea I had. “Let’s tie her hands,” I said.

“Screw you,” Rachel said, throwing another piece of crackerjack to the monkey.

“Yeah, okay,” Sonia said. “How?”

“Screw both of you,” Rachel said.

“With your balloon string,” I said. I stepped behind Rachel and slipped my arms through her elbows, pinning her arms back. Sonia took her balloon string and quickly wrapped it around Rachel’s wrists.

If Rachel had kicked at my legs or demanded that I let her go I would have. But she just said, “Assholes.”

Sonia tied a few knots and I released Rachel.

“Hey, pick up my crackerjacks!” That was the only thing she was annoyed about.

“Five second rule,” I said, picking up her crackerjacks from the walkway. “Still good.”

The monkey had become agitated during our scuffle. It was moving from side to side and staring.

“He’s upset,” Sonia said. “Let’s go.”

“I want to calm him down,” Rachel said. “Throw him some crackerjacks.”

Sonia and I looked at each other. We each grabbed one of Rachel’s arms and pulled her down the walkway.
A little boy pointed at Rachel and said, “That girl is tied up. Why is she tied up, Mommy?”
His mother eyed us suspiciously. “I don’t know, honey. Maybe she’s a bad girl.”

”I am a bad girl,” Rachel said. “But that’s nothing compared to these two fools I’m with.”

“Hey, Rachel, we busted you for abuse of a dumb animal,” I said.

“You’re the dumb animals.”

“What a mouth on her,” Sonia said, and shot me a look.

We hiked her arms up behind her the way cops do and frog-walked her down the path.

“I want some water,” Rachel said.

Sonia turned down the handle of the water fountain, but as Rachel began to drink she slowly let it up. Rachel followed the waning stream of water with her mouth, then Sonia pushed the handle down spraying water up Rachel’s nose and on her face and hair.

“Wipe my face,” Rachel demanded. She bent down and I took the tail of my t-shirt and dried her face. Just as I was finishing she snorted water out of her nose and onto my shirt.

I don’t think Rachel minded being tied up. She didn’t complain. She was helpless and demanding at the same time. She was like a girl in a harem. On the one hand she was a captive and we could abuse her if we wanted to. On the other hand we had to take care of her.

“You have to fill out my sheet,” Rachel said to me. Our science teacher had given us worksheets to fill out so that we would be less likely to duck out into the park and smoke a joint.

So while Rachel watched the polar bear with her hands bound behind her, I filled out both of our worksheets. I had a little trouble concentrating. She looked so cute and sexy with her hands tied behind her.

“Give me my crackerjacks,” Rachel said.

I placed them in her bound hands.

“Funny,” she said. “Now untie me.”

I took the crackerjacks back and broke off a piece. “Catch.” I tossed it in the air and she caught it in he mouth.

“Now you know how it feels to be a captive in a zoo and fed junk food,” Sonia said.

“You’ll do anything for a sugar rush,” I said. “Addicted to the poison that will eventually kill you,”

Rachel let her eyelids droop and her mouth hang slack in an exaggerated junkie expression. “Hey, man. You got anything for the head? You got some crack, Jack?”

I broke off a piece of crackerjack and put it in her mouth.

Her eyes shot open wide. “Hey, man, thass some good shit, man, some good shit.”

Sonia took the rest of the crackerjack. “Why don’t you just over dose?” She shoved it into Rachel’s mouth.

Rachel mumbled a protest through her crackerjack gag.

“Just bite it off,” Sonia said.

“No, ‘en uh res’ uh ih ‘ll fall ‘oo uh g’oun’,” Rachel complained.

I took the crackerjack from her mouth and took a big bite.

“Hey. That’s my stash,” Rachel said.

I threw the rest over her head to Sonia.

“You steal my dope, you pay, Sonia,” Rachel said.

In one bite Sonia swallowed the crackerjacks.

Rachel twisted her hands behind her but the string held. “Oooh.” She shot us threatening looks. “You better buy me another box. No, I want cotton candy.”

“Okay,” Sonia said. Sonia took the monkey balloon and began bouncing it off Rachel’s head and face. In a high-pitched voice she said, “You tried to poison me with junk food. Now we’ll poison you.”

I rubbed the balloon on her hair, building up static electricity and stuck it to her t-shirt. “You’ve got a monkey on your back.”

At the concession stand I reached into Rachel’s jeans pocket for her money but she twisted away. “Terry, I know you just want to squeeze on my leg.”

“All right, I’ll get it,” Sonia said, reaching for her pocket.

“Hey,” Rachel said. “You just want to sneak a feel, too.”

“If I want a feel, I won’t sneak it, I’ll take it,” Sonia said, grabbing Rachel’s butt.

Rachel grabbed Sonia’s wrist with her bound hands and tried to push her away.

I was jealous.

I ended up paying for Rachel’s cotton candy and Sonia and I alternated feeding her. Sonia took the last strand of cotton candy and stuck it to Rachel’s nose.

Rachel stuck her tongue out to lick it off, but it was just out of reach. She shook her head side to side to shake it loose but the other end of the strand stuck to her hair.

“Get it off my hair.”

I plucked the end of the cotton candy loose from her hair and put it in my mouth and ate my way to her nose. I licked the last bit off her nose.

“Eww!” Sonia said. “Terry, you got some booger with that cotton candy.”

“Mmm,” I said. “Sugar booger.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man without any kids with him throwing glances at us. I thought I had seen him before; he might have been following us. Public bondage, even at a zoo, could attract unwanted attention.

“Rachel if you promise not to throw any junk food at the animals, I’ll untie you,” I said.

“We can buy those balanced diet pellets and feed the goats at the petting zoo,” Sonia said.

“Okay,” Rachel agreed.

Neither Sonia nor I could undo the tiny knots in the balloon string. I ended up sawing through the string with my house keys.

One of my favorite field trips, monkey business and a tied up girl friend.

caleb_tras

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Calebtras' stories

• 01 - Cops & Robbers (m/f)
• 02 - Double Dutch jump rope (m/f)
• 03 - Ragtie with Gerald and Kathleen (mf/mm, m/f)
• 04 - String tied at the zoo (mf/f)

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