Missed Soccer Practice (M/M)
Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2025 12:41 am
I figured it's time I share a story instead of lurking so apologies if my story telling or formatting is terrible!
The first time I was ever tied up happened to me during a weekend in spring of 7th grade. My friend Jack and I were enrolled in youth soccer and his parents happened to live not too far from our practice fields. So his house sort of became the unofficial hangout place after each practice for our group of friends. On this day though practice had been canceled due to a storm coming our way. My mom and I hadn't heard about it because we lived about 30 mins away from town and had missed the call. When Jack told us I asked my mom if I could stay anyways and she agreed.
Jack's mom wasn't home, which Jack had failed to mention to my mom at the time. Not that I cared it just meant we could play and watch the more bloody and violent games without his mom yelling at us lol. I remember Jack turning on his ps 2 and popping Manhunt in, a game that he never played around his mom, but to us it was the coolest game ever (ah to be an edgy teenager again). Jack had gotten to the part in the game where the protagonist's family is revealed to have been kidnapped and tied up around the map. He must have noticed me staring hard when he found the two female relatives. I remember my heart racing because they actually recorded gagged moans for them in game.
I didn't snap out of my trance until I heard Jack teasing me about liking that stuff (he wasn't wrong, but I would never admit it). I quickly rebuttaled that it was just silly that they hadn't escaped themselves. We must have argued about it for a few minutes before Jack hit me with the "I bet you couldn't get out." It was a bet I accepted too quickly and a bit eagerly, thankfully I don't think Jack picked up on that.
I remember he quickly got up and ran off towards his room, before be appeared back a few minutes later with an arm full of belts, scarves and a roll of duct tape. (For reference Jack was a little shorter than me, but he had wider shoulders and was a bit more built where as I had more of a swimmer physique.) I simply raised and eyebrow and remember teasing him about probably tying up his girlfriend. He just smirked and told me to shut up and put my hands behind my back. Before I knew it my wrists were bound up with a scarf, while my orange soccer socks had become stuffing and a cleave for a gag. Five strips of tape reinforced the gag more and my ankles and knees where also tied with more scarves.
I could hear the pride in his handiwork in Jack's voice as he helped me kneel down onto the carpet then down onto my stomach. I thought he was done and attempted to ask as much, although I was only able to make gagged muffled sounds as my sock soaked up my saliva. No instead my vision went dark as Jack tied a blindfold over my eyes with a scarf. Then the sound of tape being peeled from the roll filled the living room followed by the sensation of a long strip of tape being wrapped around my fingers. He also ended up wrapping tape around my feet pinning them together before creating a tape hogtie by winding it around my mouth and my legs. Thankfully he didn't do it too tight that my back would have been arched, but it was still hard to move. The finishing touch was some sort of string or yarn that he used to tie my big toes together which I found strange, but had seen it done in some pictures I had seen online.
I found that I was truly stuck, there was nothing I could do to wiggle free with my fingers taped and head being pulled back with my feet. All I could really do was just squirm and grunt into my gag. Jack meanwhile had gone back to playing his game and would occasionally tease me by saying how he was going to order the pizza and just leave me in sight of the door so the delivery person could see me tied up. Or how he was going to call his girlfriend over and have her give me a makeover before inviting the guys over. With the wisdom of age I know now that he never would have done any of this, but at the time as a teen who was both too excited and embarrassed by his current predicament...well I ended up begging and yelling into my gag trying to reason with him, which in the end I think he just wanted to hear me gag talk.
He did eventually untie me an hour later, I simply laid on the carpet, both exhausted and because I had gotten a bit too excited and didn't want to be teased about that. Of course this experience lead to an awakening in me that shaped my life a bit more as I got older in life.
The first time I was ever tied up happened to me during a weekend in spring of 7th grade. My friend Jack and I were enrolled in youth soccer and his parents happened to live not too far from our practice fields. So his house sort of became the unofficial hangout place after each practice for our group of friends. On this day though practice had been canceled due to a storm coming our way. My mom and I hadn't heard about it because we lived about 30 mins away from town and had missed the call. When Jack told us I asked my mom if I could stay anyways and she agreed.
Jack's mom wasn't home, which Jack had failed to mention to my mom at the time. Not that I cared it just meant we could play and watch the more bloody and violent games without his mom yelling at us lol. I remember Jack turning on his ps 2 and popping Manhunt in, a game that he never played around his mom, but to us it was the coolest game ever (ah to be an edgy teenager again). Jack had gotten to the part in the game where the protagonist's family is revealed to have been kidnapped and tied up around the map. He must have noticed me staring hard when he found the two female relatives. I remember my heart racing because they actually recorded gagged moans for them in game.
I didn't snap out of my trance until I heard Jack teasing me about liking that stuff (he wasn't wrong, but I would never admit it). I quickly rebuttaled that it was just silly that they hadn't escaped themselves. We must have argued about it for a few minutes before Jack hit me with the "I bet you couldn't get out." It was a bet I accepted too quickly and a bit eagerly, thankfully I don't think Jack picked up on that.
I remember he quickly got up and ran off towards his room, before be appeared back a few minutes later with an arm full of belts, scarves and a roll of duct tape. (For reference Jack was a little shorter than me, but he had wider shoulders and was a bit more built where as I had more of a swimmer physique.) I simply raised and eyebrow and remember teasing him about probably tying up his girlfriend. He just smirked and told me to shut up and put my hands behind my back. Before I knew it my wrists were bound up with a scarf, while my orange soccer socks had become stuffing and a cleave for a gag. Five strips of tape reinforced the gag more and my ankles and knees where also tied with more scarves.
I could hear the pride in his handiwork in Jack's voice as he helped me kneel down onto the carpet then down onto my stomach. I thought he was done and attempted to ask as much, although I was only able to make gagged muffled sounds as my sock soaked up my saliva. No instead my vision went dark as Jack tied a blindfold over my eyes with a scarf. Then the sound of tape being peeled from the roll filled the living room followed by the sensation of a long strip of tape being wrapped around my fingers. He also ended up wrapping tape around my feet pinning them together before creating a tape hogtie by winding it around my mouth and my legs. Thankfully he didn't do it too tight that my back would have been arched, but it was still hard to move. The finishing touch was some sort of string or yarn that he used to tie my big toes together which I found strange, but had seen it done in some pictures I had seen online.
I found that I was truly stuck, there was nothing I could do to wiggle free with my fingers taped and head being pulled back with my feet. All I could really do was just squirm and grunt into my gag. Jack meanwhile had gone back to playing his game and would occasionally tease me by saying how he was going to order the pizza and just leave me in sight of the door so the delivery person could see me tied up. Or how he was going to call his girlfriend over and have her give me a makeover before inviting the guys over. With the wisdom of age I know now that he never would have done any of this, but at the time as a teen who was both too excited and embarrassed by his current predicament...well I ended up begging and yelling into my gag trying to reason with him, which in the end I think he just wanted to hear me gag talk.
He did eventually untie me an hour later, I simply laid on the carpet, both exhausted and because I had gotten a bit too excited and didn't want to be teased about that. Of course this experience lead to an awakening in me that shaped my life a bit more as I got older in life.
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