01 - Let the Games Begin
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By MikeyJ
Thu Jul 17, 2008 5:43 pm
Hello! My name’s Michael, or “Mikey,†as I was called in my younger years. Long time reader, first time poster. I’ve always wanted to share my stories on this forum but never seemed to find the patience or the time. I am currently 19, but most of my stories come from when I was a bit younger (about 13-14 years old).
As a young boy, I was privileged to have two best friends, Jacob and Ryan. We were basically brothers; we all lived on the same street, and knew each other from a very young age (sometimes our mothers would kid that we may as well have been brought up in the same house). We did everything together. Being approximately the same age (a few months between us), it was easy to find things that we had in common, be it sports (we were all multi-sport athletes, which kept us all in pretty good shape), video games, TV shows, movies, you name it. We didn’t realize it at first, but we all shared an interest in TUGs as well. We played cowboys and Indians as children together, but never really got that serious into it, however it gave us a basic knowledge of how to tie people up (nothing exciting, just basic hands behind the back). When we reach the age of 13, we discovered how much fun we had with the tying part of these games.
My first story starts at my house. It was a rainy summer day, and my friends Ryan and Jacob were over at my house, playing a game of Monopoly in the basement area, our designated “hang-out†for many of our sleepovers and such. It was a pretty basic room, but we had moved two small beds and a couch down there along with a TV and a few beat-up rugs with two support beams and a ping pong table…the perfect place for a small group of 13 year old boys to hang out. We were set up in a triangle around the board game. Ryan was the smallest of the three, being about 5’1†tall (he was the shrimp) with a very thin build. He was very easy going and took everything well, including jokes about his small size. He had very short light dirty blond hair, almost a buzz cut with the bluest eyes of anyone I knew. Jacob and I were about the same height, both being around 5’4â€, still not incredibly tall for our ages but we were about average in our classes. Jacob and I both wore our brown hair in a medium cut, Jacob’s being a bit shorter and curlier than mine, which was very straight. My eyes were green and his were slightly hazel. All three of us were athletic, so we were all pretty slim. I played basketball and soccer, while the other two were on my basketball team and swam for the local swim team. We were all slightly tan, but of course the swimmers had a bit darker complexion, as it was swimming season.
In the game, it was clear that Ryan and I were in a competition for first, with Jacob struggling to own any properties.
“Why do I suck so bad at board games,†Jacob said bluntly. We all chuckled because the statement was very true. He sucked at board games.
“Maybe because you never get a chance to buy any of the good properties because I’m a master at this game,†joked Ryan. This resulted in a playful shove by Jacob that almost toppled Ryan onto me
“Whoa man, sore loser over here,†I piped in. It was all in good fun.
“I mean it is getting kinda boring for me though, I have no shot at winning this thing and there isn’t any incentive for me to try anymore,†said Jacob.
“I mean, I’m game for a little competition between me and Ryan,†I said, challenging Ryan with a joking competitive stare.
“Why don’t we bet?†asked Ryan. Jacob protested, “I mean, I’m definitely gonna lose and I’m not willing to give up any money for this.â€
“Ok, loser has to do something humiliating, like a dare or something,†Ryan suggested.
“I mean, it depends…†It was obvious Jacob wanted to know exactly what he was getting into.
“How about winner decides and it can’t be anything too bad,†I suggested, trying to make Jacob feel more at ease. Jacob seemed to be ok with the idea and trusted us to be fair, so we continued the game. He also was entertained by Ryan’s competitive nature, which became more and more intense as Ryan and I got closer and closer to each other in properties. But then the game took a turn for the worse for me when Ryan got a hotel on Boardwalk and started rackin’ in the money. After a few more turns it was clear he was going to win, so Jacob and I decided to not delay the game any longer and just gave up.
“Awwww, poor babies don’t want to go broke,†gloated Ryan, who was now parading around the board pointing to the properties, singing “that’s mine, that’s mine, that’s mine, that’s mine…†until Jacob said, “Ok, we get it! Now what’s the deal so we can get this over with!â€
Ryan sat on the couch and pondered. He was still relishing the victory and enjoyed the power of us hanging on his decision impatiently. He then smiled and asked me very slyly, “Mikey, do you happen to have any ropes or tape around your house?†I gulped, knowing that he knew that when I was younger I liked jump rope, and owned a few double dutch ropes that were actual ropes instead of plastic, as they lasted longer. And of course my dad had duct tape at his work bench.
I responded slowly, “Yea, I have some ropes and duct tape in the garage…what are you gonna do, tie us up?â€
Ryan grinned. “Yep!â€
Jacob and I groaned, but I was secretly excited. I had always seen the western TV shows and played cowboys and Indians when I was younger with these same friends, and I secretly enjoyed it. And I was pleased that Ryan had suggested this idea, because it showed me that perhaps he had enjoyed those games that we had played when we were younger as well. I retrieved the ropes and tape from the garage (my parents were out somewhere) and went back to the basement, where Jacob and I waited anxiously as Ryan started to plan…
Jacob and I waited on the couch for about 5 minutes as Ryan thought of how to maximize the “hilarity†of the situation. He finally reached a decision and ordered us to strip to our underwear. Immediately we protested. Jacob was especially miffed, because he knew that we all knew he wore boxer briefs.
“Come on, Ryan! I thought you said it wasn’t going to be too bad!†Jacob whined.
Ryan calmly replied, “Seriously, how long have we known each other? We all sleep in our underwear (which was true), and hey…it’s better than naked.†That line shut us up. We each took off our t-shirt and shorts, leaving me in my royal blue boxers and Jacob in his light blue boxer briefs. Ryan noticed the similarity and commented with a smirk “Hey you guys are matching…did you plan this?†We both blushed and avoided eye contact. I had a slight tan-line where my soccer shorts usually were, as those parts of my legs rarely saw much sun, so they were starkly white compared to Jacob’s legs, which were tanned from the summer sun while at the pool.
Ryan then led Jacob to one of the support poles, and ordered him to put his hands behind his back behind the pole. He tied his hands in an “X,†looping the rope between and around his hands, eventually tying a knot with plenty of rope to spare. With this extra rope he encircled the rope around Jacob’s chest 2-3 times, finally knotting it off, tightly securing him to the pole. He then brought his bare feet together and tied his ankles parallel in a similar fashion to his hands, then wrapping the rope around the pole and his ankles, knotting it off tightly. Seeing Jacob tightly bound to the pole in only his boxer briefs made me very nervous and my shoulders shrunk, already feeling helpless standing in just my blue boxers. Ryan then led me to the other support pole, but instead crossed my hands in front of me and tied them in a similar fashion to Jacob’s. I was curious about what he was doing, so I asked why I was being tied differently from Jacob. Ryan replied curtly, “You’ll see…and it’s more fun this way!†Ryan then put my back against the pole facing Jacob, pulled up a chair behind me and told me to raise my arms. I complied, and felt him grab the rope between my hands and pull my arms taut, then use the duct tape to tape my hands above me to the pole. I was almost on my tiptoes! The sensation was very strange, yet very exciting. He then got off the chair, as I snickered and made some comment about his height. Usually Ryan takes these jokes well, but now that he was in control, he seemed a bit more “offended†than usual.
“I don’t appreciate that talk right now Mikey, especially given the position you’re in.†With that he ripped a long piece of duct tape. I knew what was coming, tried to avoid it. Ryan looked at me and simply did a playful tug at my boxers. “No no Mikey. If you protest, you can’t really stop me from taking these off.†Damn he was persuasive. So I shut my mouth and felt the cold tape cover my mouth and cheeks. I was only able to get out an angry “mmph†to which he then laughed and said “That’s better†as he tied my ankles together and to the pole. Jacob then asked, “So why did you tie Mikey up differently?â€
“Well, he was my close competition for the whole game, so I figured he deserved a little bit more for his efforts. As you can see, he’s in a much more exposed position so that I can do this!†On the word “this†he proceeded to tickle under my arms, which were completely exposed as my arms were pinned very securely above me with duct tape. I laughed into my gag, but then accidentally hit my head against the pole from the laughing convulsions. It hurt a little, and it gave Ryan a little sympathy scare, as he had no intention of really hurting me. However, he decided to fix the problem immediately by wrapping tape around my mouth and the pole, securing my head to the pole as well. “That should fix it,†he said with an “I’m sorry†smile. He then turned to Jacob, who started squirming in his bonds.
“Now we don’t want the same to happen to you,†Ryan said menacingly as he taped Jacob’s mouth and head to the pole. Jacob mmmphed angrily, to which Ryan replied by tickling Jacob’s sides. We were all very ticklish, and we knew each other’s worst spots, as we had play wrestled and had tickle fights before. Jacob’s worst spot was everywhere. Jacob tried desperately to get away from Ryan’s furious fingers and tickling pinches, but being clad in nothing but boxer briefs left his skin very exposed, and the bonds held him very securely.
After watching about 5 minutes of seeing this torture and hearing his muffled and tired giggles, I had seemingly millions of butterflies in my stomach. Ryan turned his attention to me, walked the ten feet between the support poles and started attacking my underarms, the most ticklish part of my body. The sensation was ridiculous. It felt as if my whole body was being mercilessly tickled at the same time, yet I could not budge to do anything about it. His fingers danced on my shirtless (and shortless) body. He attacked both my underarms, sides and neck (which I could barely move due to the tape holding my head to the pole) for 5 minutes as well, until he stopped and said, “Now wasn’t that fun!†to which we both mmphed with fatigue. Ryan untied and un-taped us, and we stretched our muscles out before we put our clothes back on sheepishly.
“How in the world did you learn how to tie like that?†I asked, incredulous that I wasn’t able to budge throughout the whole tickle-torture session.
“Well, I didn’t tell you that I was hanging out with my older cousin the other weekend and he tied me up after losing a bet and taught me how to do it.†Jacob finally piped in, and being the analytic one of the three of us, said “I actually thought that was really fun… I liked the feeling of being totally helpless,†to which Ryan and I stared, then softened our expressions and nodded approvingly, realizing that Jacob was right.
“Can you teach us, Ryan?†asked Jacob.
“Of course,†replied Ryan, “Maybe I’d like to be tied up later too.†Jacob and I gave each other a glance and smiled…revenge.
Ryan saw the glance and said “Sure!†much to our surprise. But that was to be for later. The rest of the afternoon and night was spent with Ryan first teaching us “the ropes†then playing video games, talking openly about the afternoon’s events and agreeing to play more TUGs in the future, only with more tying, less buildup.
Hope you guys enjoyed the first story! More will be on the way eventually! Feedback is much appreciated!
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MikeyJ's stories
- 01 - Let the Games Begin (m/mm)
- 02 - The TUG Sleepover (m/mm)
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