Mr. E : 08 - A Random Date Gone Bad (m/m, mm/m)
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08 - A Random Date Gone Bad
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By Mr. E
Saturday, August 5th 2006 - 03:45:50 PM
A Random Date Gone Bad
Alright. This one happened a few months ago. The day was a normal Monday school day. So anyway, it was just after school and we were in the middle of football practice when I saw a girl I had been talking to the last few days named Claire. She was a cool girl, but she normally didn't sit in the bleachers during football practice. But I couldn't do anything about it, so I just continued practice with the other guys. After the coach dismissed us to change and go home, I let the other guys go and I decided to go up to her and talk to her.
My friend Michael was there and asked "Hey, where're you going?"
"Oh, Claire is up there, I'm going to go talk to her. Go on ahead, I'll be there."
The conversation with Claire was pretty null (for you guys anyway):
"Hey, you pulled some great moves out there," she said.
"Oh yeah, which ones?" I asked in a playful tone.
"Umm... The one where you were passed the ball in the back field and gave it to the other guy..?" She said, trying to describe a play she saw, but had no real football knowledge.
"You mean the reverse?" I said, gently making fun of her.
"Yeah... that one," she said and then we both laughed.
I was still in all my football gear and I sat down and talked to her for a little while. Finally, I got enough courage and asked if she was doing anything and if we could hang out after I got changed. And, if she just wanted to hang out socially, I could bring a few friends and she could too. She said, sure, after all that's pretty much why she came. I was psyched and told her I'd be back in a flash.
When I came to the locker room, most of the guys were already changed and showered and gone. Michael was just finishing getting dressed. We started talking as I removed my pads and helmet.
"Hey, you wanna come over to my place?" Michael asked.
"No thanks. I'm hanging out with Claire for a while" was my reply.
"You asked her out?" he asked inquisitively.
"Yeah." I exaggerated.
"Oh, ok." was his emotionless reply.
We didn't talk for the next few moments. I could tell that Michael was kind of upset with me. But I couldn't quite place the reason. I heard him go in his bag and right when I was taking off my shirt Michael slammed me against the wall I was facing. Apparently he had grabbed a rope out of his bag and as he had me pinned to the wall started tying my hands behind my back.
I was startled at first and then managed to say "What the crap!?!? C'mon Michael not now! I got to go!"
"Shut up!" he said, and then tied a bandanna around my head to gag me. With my hands tied behind my back, Michael shoved me onto a chair and started tying my torso to it. I was trying to tell him that he could come to, and I had not really asked her out, but it came out all garbled as the gag did its work.
I was struggling harder than ever, my date was on the line! But Michael was merciless, and continued tying me up. At that point, I knew that I could not escape without help. So I started making as much noise through my gag as I could, though it muffled my words. It was a lot of noise, so Michael, pulled my chair into a corner, and pulled my football pants down, revealing the jockstrap/brief that all football players wore under. I made a sharp noise, and then stopped as Michael said "Yeah, you really want to be found tied up in your jock?" I should have kept on yelling, cause next Michael gagged me with tape, over the bandanna. I was completely secured to the chair with duct tape and rope, with no shirt on, and my football jersey pants to my knees, leaving me in the brief/jockstrap.
So Michael went away, satisfied with how secure I was tied to the chair. My arms were tied behind the back of the chair with tape. He ran rope underneath my armpits to strap my bare chest back into the chair. He also taped my legs to the legs of the chair. When he was walking out, 2 guys came in. Michael then decided he couldn't hide me from them, and he wasn't go to try and do something so stupid as to try and tackle both of them, so he decided to implicate them. So he asked them a question:
"Hey, would you guys like to make $20?"
Puzzled, the looked at each other, and both said "Yeah."
"Ok, follow me". They did. "You see him? Could you make sure he stays tied up for the next hour and a half?"
They laughed and then asked "Why?"
"How about $30 and we forget why?"
"Ok", one of them said with slight laughter still in their voice.
"Listen, I don't care what you do to him, just makes sure he stays tied up." He threw them the rope and tape, and told them "Just in case" Michael quickly packed a few things up, gave them there money, and then ran off.
At first the guys did nothing. And they were starting to change. But then one of them got curious, and came up to me and just looked at me. He said
"So you're really tied up, huh? Well, we can do anything we want with you for the next hour and a half."
So he got his friend and went off real quick. When they came back, they had a cooler of Gatorade, and in true football fashion decided to dump it on me. I struggled at first sight, but in vain. They laughed at me more, and then decided to give me what our school calls "titty twisters". Let me tell you, they hurt like crap. So naturally I struggled, but I couldn't move or make much of a sound. They realized that they couldn't do much else, given that I was tied up. They were going to put Icy Hot in down my brief/jock but fortunately, they backed down. However, they did give me quite a bad wedgie.
After that, they left me alone, soaking wet with Gatorade and a really bad wedgie. I'm fortunate they stopped there, and yet, as I was tied in a chair, gagged and blindfolded, soaked with Gatorade, and a wedgie up my butt... not so fortunate. However, I was alone, so I decided to try and escape. But there was nothing nearby to help me escape. And then I thought I saw it, some scissors! And so I decided that I would try for it.
Unfortunately, my ankles were duct taped to the legs of the chair. So I could barely move the chair. It wasn't fast enough, so I tried to move a lot, but I lost my balance, and the chair fell over. And I couldn't even get up. They came back and found me that way and set me back up.
Anyway, after they got changed they said they'd help me get ready faster. So, still tied up and all, they dragged my chair to the shower and turned it on. They played with the hot and cold water, but eventually they stopped.
I was surprised, after that, they said that my time was up. I was majorly relieved. However, as they started to untie me, the one guy said that they shouldn't just let me go. So instead of letting me go, they just untied me from the chair. I was still tied with my hands behind my back, and ankles together, with my football pants pulled down. They pulled the chair away, and set the scissors on the clear other side of the room, on top of some things. They told me that I'd have to free myself with those scissors. After they set it up, they talked a little bit and then left. I "mmmpphhed" loudly because I knew it was dangerous for them to leave. But they did. At first, I thought I would crawl to it. But it was really hard, and I was hardly moving. So then I decided to try and struggle to break the bonds so that I could move quicker. After a few minutes of useless struggling, I gave up. I think that's when I took a moment to get the wedgie out of my butt. But I kept moving, and inching towards the scissors, and after a while, like half and hour, I reached it. Only, they set it up a little. It was actually a little hard to get it off. I eventually knocked it to the ground with my face. And then fell in front of it and used it to cut my wrists.
After I was free, I finished getting changed out of my football gear and didn't bother with a shower. Naturally, I looked at the bleachers, and of course Claire wasn't there. I realized that Michael either told that I wasn't coming or went with her. And so after that, I decided to go to Michael's house or wait for Michael when he returned.
The End. Or is it
Mr. E
USA
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08 - A Random Date Gone Bad
Story index at the bottom
By Mr. E
Saturday, August 5th 2006 - 03:45:50 PM
A Random Date Gone Bad
Alright. This one happened a few months ago. The day was a normal Monday school day. So anyway, it was just after school and we were in the middle of football practice when I saw a girl I had been talking to the last few days named Claire. She was a cool girl, but she normally didn't sit in the bleachers during football practice. But I couldn't do anything about it, so I just continued practice with the other guys. After the coach dismissed us to change and go home, I let the other guys go and I decided to go up to her and talk to her.
My friend Michael was there and asked "Hey, where're you going?"
"Oh, Claire is up there, I'm going to go talk to her. Go on ahead, I'll be there."
The conversation with Claire was pretty null (for you guys anyway):
"Hey, you pulled some great moves out there," she said.
"Oh yeah, which ones?" I asked in a playful tone.
"Umm... The one where you were passed the ball in the back field and gave it to the other guy..?" She said, trying to describe a play she saw, but had no real football knowledge.
"You mean the reverse?" I said, gently making fun of her.
"Yeah... that one," she said and then we both laughed.
I was still in all my football gear and I sat down and talked to her for a little while. Finally, I got enough courage and asked if she was doing anything and if we could hang out after I got changed. And, if she just wanted to hang out socially, I could bring a few friends and she could too. She said, sure, after all that's pretty much why she came. I was psyched and told her I'd be back in a flash.
When I came to the locker room, most of the guys were already changed and showered and gone. Michael was just finishing getting dressed. We started talking as I removed my pads and helmet.
"Hey, you wanna come over to my place?" Michael asked.
"No thanks. I'm hanging out with Claire for a while" was my reply.
"You asked her out?" he asked inquisitively.
"Yeah." I exaggerated.
"Oh, ok." was his emotionless reply.
We didn't talk for the next few moments. I could tell that Michael was kind of upset with me. But I couldn't quite place the reason. I heard him go in his bag and right when I was taking off my shirt Michael slammed me against the wall I was facing. Apparently he had grabbed a rope out of his bag and as he had me pinned to the wall started tying my hands behind my back.
I was startled at first and then managed to say "What the crap!?!? C'mon Michael not now! I got to go!"
"Shut up!" he said, and then tied a bandanna around my head to gag me. With my hands tied behind my back, Michael shoved me onto a chair and started tying my torso to it. I was trying to tell him that he could come to, and I had not really asked her out, but it came out all garbled as the gag did its work.
I was struggling harder than ever, my date was on the line! But Michael was merciless, and continued tying me up. At that point, I knew that I could not escape without help. So I started making as much noise through my gag as I could, though it muffled my words. It was a lot of noise, so Michael, pulled my chair into a corner, and pulled my football pants down, revealing the jockstrap/brief that all football players wore under. I made a sharp noise, and then stopped as Michael said "Yeah, you really want to be found tied up in your jock?" I should have kept on yelling, cause next Michael gagged me with tape, over the bandanna. I was completely secured to the chair with duct tape and rope, with no shirt on, and my football jersey pants to my knees, leaving me in the brief/jockstrap.
So Michael went away, satisfied with how secure I was tied to the chair. My arms were tied behind the back of the chair with tape. He ran rope underneath my armpits to strap my bare chest back into the chair. He also taped my legs to the legs of the chair. When he was walking out, 2 guys came in. Michael then decided he couldn't hide me from them, and he wasn't go to try and do something so stupid as to try and tackle both of them, so he decided to implicate them. So he asked them a question:
"Hey, would you guys like to make $20?"
Puzzled, the looked at each other, and both said "Yeah."
"Ok, follow me". They did. "You see him? Could you make sure he stays tied up for the next hour and a half?"
They laughed and then asked "Why?"
"How about $30 and we forget why?"
"Ok", one of them said with slight laughter still in their voice.
"Listen, I don't care what you do to him, just makes sure he stays tied up." He threw them the rope and tape, and told them "Just in case" Michael quickly packed a few things up, gave them there money, and then ran off.
At first the guys did nothing. And they were starting to change. But then one of them got curious, and came up to me and just looked at me. He said
"So you're really tied up, huh? Well, we can do anything we want with you for the next hour and a half."
So he got his friend and went off real quick. When they came back, they had a cooler of Gatorade, and in true football fashion decided to dump it on me. I struggled at first sight, but in vain. They laughed at me more, and then decided to give me what our school calls "titty twisters". Let me tell you, they hurt like crap. So naturally I struggled, but I couldn't move or make much of a sound. They realized that they couldn't do much else, given that I was tied up. They were going to put Icy Hot in down my brief/jock but fortunately, they backed down. However, they did give me quite a bad wedgie.
After that, they left me alone, soaking wet with Gatorade and a really bad wedgie. I'm fortunate they stopped there, and yet, as I was tied in a chair, gagged and blindfolded, soaked with Gatorade, and a wedgie up my butt... not so fortunate. However, I was alone, so I decided to try and escape. But there was nothing nearby to help me escape. And then I thought I saw it, some scissors! And so I decided that I would try for it.
Unfortunately, my ankles were duct taped to the legs of the chair. So I could barely move the chair. It wasn't fast enough, so I tried to move a lot, but I lost my balance, and the chair fell over. And I couldn't even get up. They came back and found me that way and set me back up.
Anyway, after they got changed they said they'd help me get ready faster. So, still tied up and all, they dragged my chair to the shower and turned it on. They played with the hot and cold water, but eventually they stopped.
I was surprised, after that, they said that my time was up. I was majorly relieved. However, as they started to untie me, the one guy said that they shouldn't just let me go. So instead of letting me go, they just untied me from the chair. I was still tied with my hands behind my back, and ankles together, with my football pants pulled down. They pulled the chair away, and set the scissors on the clear other side of the room, on top of some things. They told me that I'd have to free myself with those scissors. After they set it up, they talked a little bit and then left. I "mmmpphhed" loudly because I knew it was dangerous for them to leave. But they did. At first, I thought I would crawl to it. But it was really hard, and I was hardly moving. So then I decided to try and struggle to break the bonds so that I could move quicker. After a few minutes of useless struggling, I gave up. I think that's when I took a moment to get the wedgie out of my butt. But I kept moving, and inching towards the scissors, and after a while, like half and hour, I reached it. Only, they set it up a little. It was actually a little hard to get it off. I eventually knocked it to the ground with my face. And then fell in front of it and used it to cut my wrists.
After I was free, I finished getting changed out of my football gear and didn't bother with a shower. Naturally, I looked at the bleachers, and of course Claire wasn't there. I realized that Michael either told that I wasn't coming or went with her. And so after that, I decided to go to Michael's house or wait for Michael when he returned.
The End. Or is it
Mr. E
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)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section