TUG Story Shorts

[The Pink Asylum]

A Christmas Nightmare Part 2 [M/M)

Suddenly I realized my situation has lead me to peril. I have been lucky to even have a gift this year after all I have done. I feel the floor rumble and the rug has set a blaze.


The cries of a thousand demons fill the room as I see a hole in the middle of the floor swallow the rug in the living room. Smoke and terror sets in as I am bound with rope and gagged with a bit. I struggle to escape but it's too late, Krampus arrives out of the hole with a thick chain about 3 miles long. Every few links containing shackles for hands and feet. Krampus cuts my ropes with the sharp ends of his staff but keeps me gagged.


I am then chained up to the train of hundreds of children, older teens and young adults. I am truly doomed as I hear the cackles of Krampus and his demons take and drag me to hell itself...

[WhereAmI]

KRAMPUS is such kind and lovely person. If The Grinch wasn't my hero Krampus would be.

[The Pink Asylum]

KRAMPUS is such kind and lovely person. If The Grinch wasn't my hero Krampus would be.

Give them a string of Christmas lights, and I am all theirs to tie up!

[sami200456boyfriend]

I was setting up to have a high school party since my parents were gone. Me and my friends gathered food and drinks. But to my dismay my little brother and his friends heard all about it. He was going to rat me out. He was about to call them when i snatched the phone and say no your not. Me and my friends caught them all and took them to his room. We used rope and tied them so tight they couldn't move. We used Newspaper to stuff their mouths and Duct tape it around several times. We blackmailed them with pictures to show to his high school if he ratted us out. The party was a blast and he kept his word but swore revenge later.

[The Pink Asylum]

I was setting up to have a high school party since my parents were gone. Me and my friends gathered food and drinks. But to my dismay my little brother and his friends heard all about it. He was going to rat me out. He was about to call them when i snatched the phone and say no your not. Me and my friends caught them all and took them to his room. We used rope and tied them so tight they couldn't move. We used Newspaper to stuff their mouths and Duct tape it around several times. We blackmailed them with pictures to show to his high school if he ratted us out. The party was a blast and he kept his word but swore revenge later.

Clever!

[The Pink Asylum]

The Playhouse [?/M]

Could I be dreaming? Is this a nightmare? I wake up in what seems like the dark. A dim nightlight in the distance. I am trapped in a small plastic playhouse like I had as a kid! I try to move, but I am tied up. My arms feel constricted.

Looking down, I see I am in a straitjacket. I try to thrash around, but the floorless playhouse is actually bolted in the corners. Each of the windows and front door have been modified and padlocked. I try to cry out, but I have a big ball gag in my mouth that's leaves me nothing but pain in my jaw, and drool. I am hopelessly bound. To my utter horror I see 5 or 6 old dolls in the corner staring at me with their soulless eyes. Am I hallucinating? . Why can't I leave? I have become a new doll in someone's sick game...

[WhereAmI]

Dolls are Creepy.

[The Pink Asylum]

Dolls are Creepy.

[DeeperThanRed]

A Father's Rush Week - Part 1 (M+/M)

Robert thought he'd have a quick chat with his son's fraymates without informing him. Just to see if the hazing rumors were safe - college boys could be rowdy, and it was better to be safe than sorry when it came to Olly.

That was how Robert found himself hogtied on the pool table of the frathouse by drunk college boys, stripped to his white briefs to show off his hirsute, well-built body, and his mouth stuffed with as many sweaty socks as his captors could cram into before being wrapped with no less than five rounds of duct tape.

Struggling to break the tape tying his limbs together, Robert groaned. The frat bros were laughing loudly at his choice of underwear and discussing how big a wedgie they could give him.

Next time, he was going to leave Olly to sort his own issues out.

[KidnappedCowboy]

Sounds like the introduction to a longer story that you should write, @DeeperThanRed. A group of college-aged, young men holding handsome older men captive? Woof, Baby!

[SashaMoh]

I begin to wake up….I thought I’d opened my eyes but everything is still black. What? what's going on? where am I? Last I remember is being at the party.

I'm laying down….I begin to stir but realize my movement is incredibly restricted. I can feel that there are things wrapped around me tightly all over. Binding me tight. I notice vibrations. The low hum of a vehicle on a road.

I try and blink away the darkness. Why cant I see? there's fabric over my eyes. What? I begin to grumble but notice my lips don't open. What the? there's something stretched out plastered tightly over my mouth from one end of my jaw to the other.

I hear the rustling of fabric. I turn my head and rub against something. It pushes the fabric over my eyes up slightly. I look down and my eyebrows knit together in confusion. I'm in the back seat of a car. I assume I am tied up, but I cant tell. My body from the neck down is stuffed into a thick fabric sack almost as long as I am. The opening closed snug around my neck. The drawstrings tied in a bow beneath my chin.

I look up and freeze. My head was propped up on something. A man’s lap…wait I recognize you…he smiles and shushes me with a finger on his lips. I squirm and mumble as, with his other hand, he slides the blindfold back down over my eyes.

He pats my cheek in a failed attempt at comfort. “We’re almost there” he says softly.

The car drives on……

[The Pink Asylum]

Robert thought he'd have a quick chat with his son's fraymates without informing him. Just to see if the hazing rumors were safe - college boys could be rowdy, and it was better to be safe than sorry when it came to Olly.

That was how Robert found himself hogtied on the pool table of the frathouse by drunk college boys, stripped to his white briefs to show off his hirsute, well-built body, and his mouth stuffed with as many sweaty socks as his captors could cram into before being wrapped with no less than five rounds of duct tape.

Struggling to break the tape tying his limbs together, Robert groaned. The frat bros were laughing loudly at his choice of underwear and discussing how big a wedgie they could give him.

Next time, he was going to leave Olly to sort his own issues out.

That would be fun.

[The Pink Asylum]

I begin to wake up….I thought I’d opened my eyes but everything is still black. What? what's going on? where am I? Last I remember is being at the party.

I'm laying down….I begin to stir but realize my movement is incredibly restricted. I can feel that there are things wrapped around me tightly all over. Binding me tight. I notice vibrations. The low hum of a vehicle on a road.

I try and blink away the darkness. Why cant I see? there's fabric over my eyes. What? I begin to grumble but notice my lips don't open. What the? there's something stretched out plastered tightly over my mouth from one end of my jaw to the other.

I hear the rustling of fabric. I turn my head and rub against something. It pushes the fabric over my eyes up slightly. I look down and my eyebrows knit together in confusion. I'm in the back seat of a car. I assume I am tied up, but I cant tell. My body from the neck down is stuffed into a thick fabric sack almost as long as I am. The opening closed snug around my neck. The drawstrings tied in a bow beneath my chin.

I look up and freeze. My head was propped up on something. A man’s lap…wait I recognize you…he smiles and shushes me with a finger on his lips. I squirm and mumble as, with his other hand, he slides the blindfold back down over my eyes.

He pats my cheek in a failed attempt at comfort. “We’re almost there” he says softly.

The car drives on……

I like it. I like how detailed it is despite being a short!
Good job

[SashaMoh]

I begin to wake up….I thought I’d opened my eyes but everything is still black. What? what's going on? where am I? Last I remember is being at the party.

I'm laying down….I begin to stir but realize my movement is incredibly restricted. I can feel that there are things wrapped around me tightly all over. Binding me tight. I notice vibrations. The low hum of a vehicle on a road.

I try and blink away the darkness. Why cant I see? there's fabric over my eyes. What? I begin to grumble but notice my lips don't open. What the? there's something stretched out plastered tightly over my mouth from one end of my jaw to the other.

I hear the rustling of fabric. I turn my head and rub against something. It pushes the fabric over my eyes up slightly. I look down and my eyebrows knit together in confusion. I'm in the back seat of a car. I assume I am tied up, but I cant tell. My body from the neck down is stuffed into a thick fabric sack almost as long as I am. The opening closed snug around my neck. The drawstrings tied in a bow beneath my chin.

I look up and freeze. My head was propped up on something. A man’s lap…wait I recognize you…he smiles and shushes me with a finger on his lips. I squirm and mumble as, with his other hand, he slides the blindfold back down over my eyes.

He pats my cheek in a failed attempt at comfort. “We’re almost there” he says softly.

The car drives on……

I like it. I like how detailed it is despite being a short!
Good job

Thank you! the only problem with a short sweet cliffhanger, is now I wanna know what happens next!

[DeeperThanRed]

That would be fun.

Haha, indeed!

Sounds like the introduction to a longer story that you should write, @DeeperThanRed. A group of college-aged, young men holding handsome older men captive? Woof, Baby!

I should definitely write longer stuff if my writer's block lets me.

Glad you enjoyed it, it's really a fun scenario!

[The Pink Asylum]

That would be fun.

Haha, indeed!

Sounds like the introduction to a longer story that you should write, @DeeperThanRed. A group of college-aged, young men holding handsome older men captive? Woof, Baby!

I should definitely write longer stuff if my writer's block lets me.

Glad you enjoyed it, it's really a fun scenario!

Yes! Drop a part 2 or 3 if you want below! I want to read more!

[DeeperThanRed]

Decided to write another part for my previous short in this thread, now titled. I might add more to this if inspiration strikes.

A Father's Rush Week - Part 2 (M+/M)

After nearly three hours of wedgies, spanking, tickling, and name-calling, one of the frat bros turned out to be merciful enough to remove Robert’s gag (ripping more than a few beard hairs in the process) and gave him an energy drink, which he gladly drank. “Listen, boys,” he licked his lips in a hurry to reason with his captors before he was gagged again. “If you let me go, we can all put this behind us and I won’t complain to your Dean about this.”

To his dismay, his offer didn’t cause the nervousness he was hoping to create among the college boys. If anything, they seemed even more amused. “Dean?” A quarterback-looking blond in gym shorts and a backward cap smirked. “You mean Mr. Earl?”

“He tried talking to us about our ‘discipline problems’ at the start of the semester.” The boy who offered Robert a drink mischievously shrugged. “I think spending a weekend as our footrest made him see the light.”

“Don’t forget about being our laundry cleaner!” A bulky bro with tribal tattoos added. “Speaking of laundry, my jock is soaking with sweat after gym. I think Olly’s Pops is ready for something stronger than energy drinks.”

Robert began squirming as the grinning group of frat bros started approaching him. “Boys? Boys, don’t even think about-hhnnnngggmmm!!!” As two bros held his jaws open, another easily pushed the rank-tasting jockstrap inside his gob, pushing the straps inside with a few fingers.

“Come on, Mr. J, we’re being kind here,” one laughed as he slapped a strip of tape over Robert’s mouth. “It’s just one jock.”

Of course, it wasn’t just one jock. When Robert kept struggling, the bros decided to give him another wedgie – this time pulling the waistband of his tightie whities all the way over his head, until the fabric of his briefs was painfully pulling at his crotch and between his buttocks.

“Mr. J here has some Grade A cake!” One bro stressed his comment with a strong smack on Robert’s butt, eliciting a groan from him. “Your wife is one lucky lady!”

Robert moaned in frustration as his briefs were pulled over his face and attached there with even more tape going over his eyes and mouth, blindfolding him while reinforcing his gag.

Next time they ungagged him, he was going to keep his mouth shut... which could seemingly take a long while...

[The Pink Asylum]

Decided to write another part for my previous short in this thread, now titled. I might add more to this if inspiration strikes.

A Father's Rush Week - Part 2 (M+/M)

After nearly three hours of wedgies, spanking, tickling, and name-calling, one of the frat bros turned out to be merciful enough to remove Robert’s gag (ripping more than a few beard hairs in the process) and gave him an energy drink, which he gladly drank. “Listen, boys,” he licked his lips in a hurry to reason with his captors before he was gagged again. “If you let me go, we can all put this behind us and I won’t complain to your Dean about this.”

To his dismay, his offer didn’t cause the nervousness he was hoping to create among the college boys. If anything, they seemed even more amused. “Dean?” A quarterback-looking blond in gym shorts and a backward cap smirked. “You mean Mr. Earl?”

“He tried talking to us about our ‘discipline problems’ at the start of the semester.” The boy who offered Robert a drink mischievously shrugged. “I think spending a weekend as our footrest made him see the light.”

“Don’t forget about being our laundry cleaner!” A bulky bro with tribal tattoos added. “Speaking of laundry, my jock is soaking with sweat after gym. I think Olly’s Pops is ready for something stronger than energy drinks.”

Robert began squirming as the grinning group of frat bros started approaching him. “Boys? Boys, don’t even think about-hhnnnngggmmm!!!” As two bros held his jaws open, another easily pushed the rank-tasting jockstrap inside his gob, pushing the straps inside with a few fingers.

“Come on, Mr. J, we’re being kind here,” one laughed as he slapped a strip of tape over Robert’s mouth. “It’s just one jock.”

Of course, it wasn’t just one jock. When Robert kept struggling, the bros decided to give him another wedgie – this time pulling the waistband of his tightie whities all the way over his head, until the fabric of his briefs was painfully pulling at his crotch and between his buttocks.

“Mr. J here has some Grade A cake!” One bro stressed his comment with a strong smack on Robert’s butt, eliciting a groan from him. “Your wife is one lucky lady!”

Robert moaned in frustration as his briefs were pulled over his face and attached there with even more tape going over his eyes and mouth, blindfolding him while reinforcing his gag.

Next time they ungagged him, he was going to keep his mouth shut... which could seemingly take a long while...

Good sequel

[erfan]

This short story just came to my mind. I hope you like it.

(m/M)
I needed a lot of money to buy my favorite car and it wasn't easy to get it so I had to sell my father! He was a handsome, muscular guy and they paid a lot of money for him so I had to tie and gag my father and sell him to a BDSM club owner. I'm sorry dad, forgive me.

[bond_G]

I thought it was such a shame that I didn't confess my feelings to my Noah when I had plenty of chances. It feels wrong to confess to him now that he already has a partner. But you can't blame me. Everyone has feelings, and falling in love always happens so suddenly.

Poor his partner, they always came to me and complained about how Noah always ghosted their texts. Hmm, maybe I should just throw his phone in the river. I mean, it's only been a couple of days since Noah was locked in my basement, bound to chair and naked. "Maybe he just got caught up with his work or has something to do." I said to them, pretending to play with my phone and cranking up the vibration on Noah's cock ring.

[The Pink Asylum]

This short story just came to my mind. I hope you like it.

(m/M)
I needed a lot of money to buy my favorite car and it wasn't easy to get it so I had to sell my father! He was a handsome, muscular guy and they paid a lot of money for him so I had to tie and gag my father and sell him to a BDSM club owner. I'm sorry dad, forgive me.

good one I like it!

[The Pink Asylum]

I thought it was such a shame that I didn't confess my feelings to my Noah when I had plenty of chances. It feels wrong to confess to him now that he already has a partner. But you can't blame me. Everyone has feelings, and falling in love always happens so suddenly.

Poor his partner, they always came to me and complained about how Noah always ghosted their texts. Hmm, maybe I should just throw his phone in the river. I mean, it's only been a couple of days since Noah was locked in my basement, bound to chair and naked. "Maybe he just got caught up with his work or has something to do." I said to them, pretending to play with my phone and cranking up the vibration on Noah's cock ring.

Sounds like trouble

[Bondageboi]

So for this round of the contest Sophie and Steven were led two two leather couches. There the miniskirted high heeled dolly bird gameshow assistants strapped them rightly down, gagged them with ball gags and attached electrodes to the soles of their bare feet.

The sadistic female game show host asked them a series of true or false questions. They had a handle in each hand, right fr true, left for false. The rules were simple: wrong answer or fail to answer in 4 seconds led to electric shock. Correct answer before your opponent one point. Correct answer after your opponent was correct electric shock.

How many questions? What is the prize? What are the other rounds? Do you care?

[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....

[The Pink Asylum]

So for this round of the contest Sophie and Steven were led two two leather couches. There the miniskirted high heeled dolly bird gameshow assistants strapped them rightly down, gagged them with ball gags and attached electrodes to the soles of their bare feet.

The sadistic female game show host asked them a series of true or false questions. They had a handle in each hand, right fr true, left for false. The rules were simple: wrong answer or fail to answer in 4 seconds led to electric shock. Correct answer before your opponent one point. Correct answer after your opponent was correct electric shock.

How many questions? What is the prize? What are the other rounds? Do you care?