College Basketball Bet (M/FF)

[TapeTurtle]

I have usually kept to sharing just my fictional stories here -- but I've been thinking about sharing some of my favorite bondage stories from my actual life here too, and am going to start here! Sorry if the quality isn't as strong as my fiction -- I really just tried to jot down what happened.


I was 19 and in my first year of college at a really small school. I had made friends with a really cool girl named Brianna in a political science class. She was really brazen and funny, and was also the power forward on the college's women's basketball team. She was African-American, 6-feet tall, with a fairly cute face and one of the most outrageous figures I had ever seen. Easily an E-cup-sized chest and a gigantic butt. She was known as a great rebounder on the team, and used her footwork to box out, rather than speed or explosiveness to score or defend.

We were hanging out during the summer off campus -- she was there for team workouts every morning and I was there for a special summer class I needed to take. Her best friend, Amy, was also in town. Amy was also incredibly good looking. She had a huge chest and butt, but a prettier face than Bri, and was short -- like 5'4." Amy was not on the basketball team -- clearly. We were hanging out at my apartment complex, like we often did, which was also about a quarter-mile away from a pretty secluded public park. The park had a basketball court, and we'd often shoot around there. I played basketball in high school and bonded with Briana over this.

I knew I had wanted to tie up Bri (and Amy) for a while now, and after a few drinks finally figured out a way to try and make it happen. I challenged Bri to play one-on-one, talking as much shit as I could possible talk the whole walk there. Amy wasn't amused by our back-and-forth, and was clearly getting annoyed at the idea of being brought to the park just to watch us play. I brought a bag with a few bottles of water and a few unfinished bottles of vodka, as well as several rolls of silver duct tape. The park was completely empty, but the street lights on the far-side of the court gave us just enough light to play, while keeping us pretty obscured from anyone who might be passing by. It was perfect.

Before I could even put my bag down, Bri had put her hair in a ponytail and started talking smack as she ripped the basketball out of my hands and dribbled onto the court. I told her that her mouth was going to get her in trouble. Amy, who clearly did not love me as much as Bri, said that I had no chance against an actual college player. She had never seen me play before, though, and while Bri was *definitely* better than me, our games usually split about 65%-35% in her favor. I could win if I played well, and the extra liquor in Bri system definitely wouldn't hurt my odds. I called out to Amy that her mouth was also going to get her in trouble too. She asked what I meant by that, and I lied and said that the bag I had stuffed the water and vodka into was actually my maintenance bag (I worked maintenance part time that summer at my apartment complex for discounted rent), and that there was probably some tape in there that I could shut her up with. Bri thought this was hilarious -- Amy not so much. Bri took it and ran though, and she was actually the one who initiated the first bet we made that night. If I won in a game to 11, I would tape Amy to one of the goal poles while we played a rematch. If she won, Amy got to borrow my car for a weeklong beach trip she was wanting to go on, but couldn't drive to. Amy, confident in her friend, agreed.

Bri's game was off -- and man, that was the best basketball I've played in my life. I beat Bri 11-3, and on the last jumpshot I made, Amy went ballistic, cussing her friend out for playing so bad and for getting her into this mess. Bri was stunned, but still found it funny that Amy was about to get taped up, so she didn't feel too bad.

I could feel the anger emanating off of Amy's skin as I taped her up at half court. She was wearing a t-shirt and running shorts. I taped her ankles, knees, wrists behind her back, elbows, and above and below her giant chest. Although I had forgotten something to stuff her mouth with, I still taped wrapped the tape around her lips and head a bunch, while mumbled muffled cuss words at me from behind the tape. Eventually I finished and she stood at half court, barefoot and breathing heavily through her nostrils in anger. I decided to be nice to her, though, and didn't tape her to the pole, instead insisting that she stood on the sideline and cheered for Bri. I goaded Bri into a rematch, and made a deal that if she won, we'd untape Amy and head back to the apartment. If I won, I got to tape Bri up too and take them both back to the apartment bound and gagged. Bri, never one to back down, shook my hand and we played.

I won again -- this time 11-9. It was a closer game, and Bri played a bit better, but I was also distracted by Amy on the sideline, hopping up and down and screaming behind her gag. She was starting to have a little fun, which made me feel relieved. Bri slammed the ball down, cussed, and walked beside Bri, panting and sweating, before putting her hands behind her back. I taped her up quickly, just like Amy, but with a lot more tape, as she was much taller and stronger than Amy. I'll never forget the way her chest bulged over the tape under her chest so much that I couldn't see the tape at all -- just the shape of her boobs drooping down and pushing out. I gagged her just the same as Amy, and wrapped my arms around the two of them while I joked about how I was glad we were spending so much time together.

I figured out that if I ran back to the apartment, I could grab my car and be back at the park within 2 minutes. I took off without their permission, freaking them out and sending them hopping after me until they gave up, nearly losing their balance as they breathed heavily. I pulled up in my truck a few minutes later, backing the bed back up to where they stood on the court. I knew that I could back the truck right up to the door and at this hour, could sneak them in pretty easily. So one by one I hoisted Amy into the truck, and slid her bound body over to the left side of the bed, then did the same to Bri -- who was MUCH harder to get into the truck. After a minute of hoisting and rolling, I got her in too. The two girls screamed and cussed at me behind their gags the entire time.

I was able to get them into the apartment -- but I didn't do much more once there. I made them hop into the living room, and videotaped them as they hopped around and tried to escape. Eventually I laid them out on the couch and we watched a tv show. They glared at me over their taped mouths the entire time, rolling their eyes whenever I tried to tell a joke or tease them. I cut them loose after the show, and after cussing me out for a few minutes, began laughing, and shook my hand. We stayed pretty good friends until graduation -- but I haven't really seen them since.

[G9Drox]

Very well-written and tantalizing. I have an affinity for tall and strong women in bondage. A shame for you that nothing else happened, though.

[laz]

thanks for sharing

[Canuck100]

I really enjoy real-life stories. Great one. Thanks for sharing

[Dpsiic]

Nice story you’re a lucky bloke.

[TapeTurtle]

Thinking about turning Bri into a character for a longer fiction piece based on this time period.

Would people be into that?

[ratorgade]

@TapeTurtle I would be! I really enjoy your writing, I've been keeping up since the Ms. Hogan series. Love the playfulness of your scenarios, and vivid bondage descriptions. The bet situations, that are ultimately rigged against the struggling damsel who's undeniably having SOME fun, is very entertaining.

Hope to see some drooly ballgags make an appearance in this series!

[SwitchStruggle]

Awesome story! I’m so jealous you got to experience that. Bri and Amy sound like such fun people and even better tie up candidates.

I feel like Brianna would have made a really good dom haha

Hope to see more stuff from you in the future.

[April]

How old were they? This sounds like fun. Are you sure bri didn’t offer the bet because she wanted to be taped up?

[TapeTurtle]

They were both 21!