02 - The TUG Sleepover
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By MikeyJ
Fri Aug 01, 2008 3:58 pm
The TUG Sleepover (continuation of Revenge is Sweet)
After our basketball game at Jacob’s house where Ryan got tied to the basketball hoop’s pole wearing shorts until Jacob pansted him, the three of us went to my house to hang out and have a sleepover. Ryan and Jacob were planning on staying at my house until the next afternoon, when they had swim practice, so they figured they would just bring their stuff and go straight from my house (this will come into play later).
We played video games until the night struck. We were all hanging out in my basement (see my first story for a rough description), waiting for my parents to for sure go to sleep so that we could start our TUG. We had discussed while playing games that we would “draw straws†to see who would get tied that night. We agreed that no one would be tied overnight, because we figured that would be too much, but we planned that the victims would not get to decide when they were to be released (unless there was an emergency, and we agreed to hum “the wheels on the bus†if we were having any issues while tied). At around 10:30, my parents went to bed (we heard no more footsteps upstairs) and we immediately started chatting up the night.
“Oh, man I’m nervous…I was already tied once today,†Ryan said anxiously, “and I don’t friggin trust you guys after today.†We all laughed, excited and anxious.
“I mean, we don’t have any straws, but I think I know a way of how to do this,†I said, but my thought was cut off when Ryan piped in again,
“What’s the deal with clothing?†We all pondered.
“Person who’s tying decides?†said Jacob.
“Noooooo way after today, man,†Ryan said jokingly, “How about we put some choices on some pieces of paper or something?†We all thought this was a fair decision, so I found some paper and a pencil, and ripped off a couple of strips. It was understood that shirtless was mandatory for tickling purposes, and we agreed naked was way too much. We eventually had 3 strips: one was just shirtless, the other was underwear (whatever we were wearing) and the other was wear another person’s underwear (we figured it would add to the feeling of helplessness). But Ryan thought it wasn’t fair.
“C’mon…you tied me in briefs today…and I’m still wearing the same pair of underwear.â€
“I mean, you could change,†Jacob suggested. But Ryan thought that it was only fair to have another choice, “Jacob, we did bring our swim stuff.â€
My eyes widened.
“No way…I don’t wear that crap.â€
“Dude, seriously they’re not that bad,†Jacob said. They were indeed referring to Speedos. “I mean, at least you don’t have to wear them in public…and they’re basically briefs…Ryan’s right.†It was two against three, so I just crossed my fingers and hoped that I drew something else…but it was a ¼ shot. I was hoping now to be the person tying. Jacob wrote the last card, and we folded them and put them in a pile on the floor and mixed them up…not really a hat but oh well. Then Jacob asked me what my idea was to determine who would get tied up. I explained that we would have either one or two fingers up behind our backs, then reveal them at the same time. The odd man out would be the person tying the other two up. If we all had the same number, we would simply go until one person was different. We all agreed, and put a hand behind our backs. I counted to 3, and we all revealed our hands. Ryan and I had one finger up. Jacob had two. Crap.
“Uh oh,†Ryan laughed, “here we go again.†I was silent, accepting my fate, just hoping I didn’t draw the piece of paper reading “Speedo.†Ryan drew a card from the pile first. It read, “other underwear.†He put his face in his hands. “I guess Jacob decides this one.â€
“Well, I have an extra pair, but they'll be too big, so…Mikey, do you have any older pairs from when you were little?†We all chuckled at the blatant size joke, but it did make sense. I said, “I have some boxer briefs that I grew out of…that’s about when I switched a year ago. But they’re in my closet.â€
“Just go get them and I’ll see if they fit,†Ryan said. He seemed eager to get it over with. I ran upstairs quietly, found a pair of gray ones, and ran them back down to Ryan. He went to the bathroom that was in the basement to change, and came out wearing just my old pair of gray boxer briefs. They actually fit him perfectly. “They fit…it’s just weird being in someone else’s underwear,†he said, trying to adjust the boxer briefs. Ryan plopped down on the couch, still casual despite the fact he was wearing only underwear. But he slept in that kind of underwear anyways so we didn’t really have any issues either.
Then, it was my turn. I picked up a piece of paper, unfolded it, and gulped. He card read in Jacob’s handwriting, “Speedo.â€
“I officially hate my luck,†I said, very irritated. Jacob and Ryan were beside themselves with laughing, and my cheeks turned extremely red. I had never really worn Speedos before, so I was quite nervous. Jacob went over to his bag and threw me his pair, as we were about the same size. I caught them, and I was incredibly surprised at how light they were. They felt like nothing. I became nervous. This was not a lot of clothing. They were mostly royal blue with a little bit of a black design coming from the sides. I went into the bathroom sheepishly, while Jacob and Ryan were still laughing. I changed into them and looked into the mirror. It was strange, in anticipation of being tied wearing only this…small thing. I already felt helpless. It felt very tight. It seemed as if the material clung and hugged every part of my bottom and front. I did feel very…supported, however, which added to the sensation. I had a shorts tan where my soccer shorts usually hung, and the upper part of my legs almost never saw the sun, so they were very white in comparison to the rest of my tanned body.
When I walked out of the bathroom, Jacob and Ryan burst out laughing, adding to my embarrassment. I was beet red. I slunk into the couch next to Ryan, feeling basically naked. Jacob got the ropes from a cabinet in the basement that I stored them in, and he told me to stand up. He tied my hands behind my back in an X with a rope, wrapping around and between my wrists. He then told me to sit on one of the two beds that were parallel to each other in the basement and wait while he dealt with Ryan. Ryan laid on his back on the other bed, and Jacob realized for the first time that my beds were perfect. They had 4 small square wooden posts and a wooden bar connecting them, creating a headboard and a footboard. Jacob tied Ryan’s wrists to the two posts at the head of the bed, then tied his feet in a similar fashion to the foot of the bed, leaving Ryan spread-eagle, completely stretched out. Ryan struggled a bit at his bonds, and seeing that he didn’t move much, sighed in frustration and settled into the bed. Then, Jacob moved on to me.
“Now, the swimmer kid,†he joked, giving me a playful pinch on my arm, “I’m gonna make you hate this one.â€
He first had me lay on my stomach, then tied my ankles, feet parallel with rope, then tied my knees as well. Then, he used the leftover rope from my feet and brought my feet up to my hands, stretching me as far as I could go until my hands almost touched my feet. He then wrapped the rope around the center of my wrist bonds a few times, tugged it tight, and tied it off. I was hogtied…TIGHTLY. I can’t remember how I knew what this was, maybe I had read it somewhere…but now I knew how hopeless it made me feel. The fact that I was wearing only a speedo didn’t help me either. My body was completely taut, and the speedo now seemed to only cling tighter to me.
“Wow…harsh,†Ryan said, peering over at me from the bed next to mine. I turned my head towards him and saw that he hadn’t budged an inch, still wearing my gray boxer briefs…he wasn’t in the best of positions either. His was very exposed to tickling, which we both knew was coming. I was secretly happy that Jacob had tied me on my stomach though, as it hid my crotch area, as I could tell that Ryan had no way of hiding his. Jacob grabbed the duct tape and gagged each of us effectively, wrapping it around our heads a few times (he avoided our hair a little bit, since we both had shorter hair he tried). He then took out a pair of thick black tube socks out of his bag.
“For the complete feeling of helplessness,†he said with a grin. He tied one around each of our heads, and I was left in a world of complete darkness, fully aware of how exposed I already was. Then I heard Ryan’s muffled laughter and his bed creaking. I knew he was being tickled, but lightly. Then his laughs became louder and his convulsions more audible. The tickle torture had commenced. Then, it stopped suddenly, and I felt Jacob slide my blindfold off, and he turned me on my side, facing Ryan’s bed, giggling still as he looked down to my speedo, my limbs tied tightly behind me. I mmmphed angrily at his gaze.
“I figured you can watch this, so you know what’s in store for you…†With this he continued his violent tickle torture on Ryan, attacking his completely exposed armpits. I could see that Ryan would try to escape Jacob’s fingers, but this proved useless due to Jacob’s excellent job at tying him. Jacob then moved to his sides, then down to his feet. When Jacob began tracing Ryan’s foot wrinkles, Ryan’s toes wiggled wildly and his back arched as far as it could bend stretched out as he was. Being forced to watch this was torture enough. Then Jacob stopped after a few minutes and came back to me.
“You look either nervous or bored…so I’ll entertain you,†he said as he put my blindfold back on. He then tickled my exposed stomach, side and neck. My back was already arched from the tight hogtie, so I really couldn’t even budge to avoid Jacob’s tickling torture. Jacob then hoisted me onto my stomach, and he attacked my feet. I tried to wiggle them out of the way, but they were secured by my tight bonds. I was sweating and breathing hard while laughing into my duct tape gag. He then stopped, commenting, “Why Ryan looks so peaceful over there…let me fix that.†He ran out of the room and returned quickly. Then, I heard him sit on Ryan’s bed. I heard a few clinks, then heard Ryan mmmph loudly into his gag. I could tell he was trying to yell obscenities, but they were muffled. I was trying to guess what it was that Jacob was doing to Ryan, but ran out of time when Jacob shoved me onto my side and slid a few ice cubes down into the front of my speedo. With this, I joined Ryan’s muffled obscenities while Jacob simply laughed and left to play video games.
The ice melted rather quickly, but it was still extremely cold. My speedo became soaking wet, making my crotch even more uncomfortable than it already was. Judging by the fact that Ryan’s mmphs were quieter and less frequent, I figured his ice had melted a bit as well. We both continued to struggle in our bonds, blindfolded, gagged, and barely clothed. I felt absolutely helpless…everything was still tight, if not tighter. After what felt like an eternity of being tied soaking in cold water, Jacob came back and took off our blindfolds. Ryan and I glanced at each other with fatigue. We had a sort of chemistry there, knowing that we were suffering basically the same treatment. I saw that the front of his gray boxer briefs were soaked, almost like he had peed his pants, and I imagine he could tell that I was wet as well. We were both still breathing harder than normal into our gags, exhausted. But it wasn’t over. Jacob lunged towards me and tickled me all over for a minute or two, then attacked Ryan as well.
“Just wanted to do that one more time,†he said, “but, I’ll only untie you two under one condition.†We grunted angrily at him, because we couldn’t really talk to respond. He smiled.
“You have to agree to wear these clothes for the rest of the night.†We both groaned but agreed, as we were ready to be released.
Jacob untied Ryan first, then me, and we both stood up and stretched. I was no longer very conscious of the fact that I was wearing a speedo, as I was now free from my bonds so I no longer felt as helpless as before. Jacob and Ryan joked about the fact that I looked more comfortable now in the speedo, saying “Now you see that it takes some getting used to…welcome to our world on the swim team.†Ryan’s boxer briefs were still very soaked, and he joked about “swamp ass†for the rest of the night, but Ryan and I both found it amusing and played along. I was actually lucky that I was wearing swimming attire—it had dried rather quickly. We all agreed that we had fun, and swore to do it again at another sleepover…it was still summer. I looked at the clock, and we had been tied up for a little bit more than an hour. Looking back, it was indeed a fun hour. The three of us played video games until we got tired, then went to sleep in the basement, me on the bed that I was tied up, Ryan on the other bed, and Jacob on the couch…we joked that it was due to his “privilege.†Also the beds were still a bit damp. Oh well. It was a great night.
Hope you guys liked it! As always, feedback is much appreciated! Let me know if you want to hear more!
-Mikey J
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