Brian : 01 - The Box and the Magic Rubber (m/m)

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01 - The Box and the Magic Rubber
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By Brian

Friday, June 13th 2003 - 11:51:31 AM

The Box and the Magic Rubber

I remember when I was about fifteen I had this really huge cardboard box. It had been discarded after packaging our huge TV and no lie it was big enough for me to live in. I used to see how long I could last in there. I think the longest time was about three hours. Holidays were spent killing time really so that's why that may sound a little strange.

Anyhoo I had this really good friend from school called Rob, who lived just down the road from me who I would walk home from school with. It was a beautiful summers day and we decided to play round my house. It was so hot though, must have been in the thirties, (Centigrade that is) that we figured it would be a good idea to get out the little paddling pool. If you've ever done this you'll know it takes about an hour for the hose to fill it up adequately, so we hung around for a while in our swimming trunks waiting for it to fill. We then started talking about what we would do when we could go in. Eventually we decided on hide and seek/grab the ball and take it to your den game. So we got in, splashed about a bit and then prepared for our game. I saw the perfect opportunity.

"So what do we get if we win?" I asked.

"Dunno."

"We could play tie up game afterwards. Whoever wins gets to tie the other up and he has to try and escape."

"Allright then."

I felt very glad. Even though he was a great guy he was a bit naive at that point so I assumed he did it because it was something to do. So we played, and I had to find Rob and pin him down for five seconds, while he had to grab the ball that was in the pool and take it back to his den. Naturally I won, not that I was stronger it's just that I had a strategy. I hid in the bush and just waited for him to emerge, then I lept out and pinned him down.

"I win."

"Okay so what now."

"You go into the shed and I'll go grab the ropes."

I went and grabbed my collection of neck ties, shoelaces and duct tape, oh and one sock. I got in there and he was waiting on a chair in his swimming trunks with the water from the pool glistening on his chest. I started tying his hands behind his back.

"How long do I have?"

"When I've finished, you've got...shall we call it half an hour?"

"Okay. What happens after?"

"If you escape you can say what we do."

"What if I don't?"

"Then I decide."

"No fair."

By this time I had his upper body bound good and tight, with ties around his wrists, elbows and chest. I then picked up the sock.

"You know I think that I've had just about enough of your talking."

It was just like something out of a movie, as I forced a sock in his mouth. He pulled away.

"Come on Brian, you know I can out of those well easy."

"That sounds like a challenge to me."

With that I inserted it as far as I could without choking the poor guy, held it in with the duct tape wrapping it disfiguringly tightly, and then further wrapped a dressing gown tie around his head to hold it in.

"Is that too tight?"

I think it was the tightness that only allowed him to utter, "Mmmph."

I then put more ties round his knees and ankles, also putting a shoelace tie round his big toes to make sure he wasn't going anywhere. He started struggling and I said, "Oi I'm not done yet." At which point I grabbed hold of what was accompanying us in the shed, THE BOX. I pulled a few cushions away from the old chairs and sofas in there and put them on the bottom of the box. He started to twig as to what I had in mind and he started mmmphing.

"Not so good at taking the gag out know are you?"

I grabbed one of his long socks and used it as a blindfold. He was writhing and trying to yell as I lifted him up and put him in the box. There was more than enough room and he looked like a slightly curled up puppy, albeit wrapped in my ties.

"Right you have half an hour. I'm going to watch TV."

I shut the lid and pretended to close the door making it seem like I'd left. Eventually after a while he started to think that maybe I had left and started to yell. Eventually really trying to scream but, all modesty aside, my gag was just too good.

I stared through the hand holes in the side at him writhing and getting no where. Eventually it got to the half hour mark and I pretended to walk back in. I opened the box and he was no different to how he was when I'd sort of left.

"Well you lose. And it took me a while but I think I've worked out what happens to losers in this game. Torture."

I then lifted him out of the box and stood him up.

"Now don't move or you'll fall."

I quickly through the cushions back on the settee and grabbed him just before falling and lay him down. I pulled the blindfold off and let him readjust his vision. I then sat at his side and pulled out a magic rubber, which basically consists of a rectangular rubber with 'Yes' written on one big side, 'No' written the other and maybe written on all four thin sides.

"The magic rubber will decide your fate Rob. Should I tickle Rob?" I knew how ticklish Rob was and he edged away from me with fear in his eyes, fixed on the rubber. I flicked it up at it landed on 'Yes'.

"Yes but how long for? Shall we say three minutes?" It came out 'No.'

"Well how's about five?" Again, 'No.'

"I'm afraid to ask but...ten minutes?" It came out 'Yes'.

"Third time lucky I suppose." Rob began mmmphing through his gag desperately trying to tell me something. I moved toward him and he tried to move away, but shuffling his ass along was all he could do at this point and he couldn't exactly go far on a settee.

"Blindfold off or on?"

He frantically shook his head from side to side meaning no.

"Your decision". I then got on top of him, sitting on his stomach, putting the pressure on my knees and then with him still pleading I launched into a violent tickling spree, with him writhing like you wouldn't believe. It was like a rodeo. Eventually I grew bored and decided to turn him over. Even at this point five minutes in his totally exhausted flopping like a fish occasionally making grunts underneath the mouth of cloth and tape. So anyway I grabbed my last length of rope and pulled his legs up putting him in the hogtie position, loosening the ties round his knees so it didn't hurt to much. He made pitiful attempts at writhing when I got back on the rodeo and once I started tickling his feet his was right back on moving all over the place.

Eventually fifteen minutes were up and I decided to untie him. His skin didn't look that sore but but he was completely exhausted. I carried him out and lay him in the pool to sooth the wounds where the ties had been, not that it left any marks. It was like it was asleep. Eventually we chilled and talked for the rest of the day, with me apologizing and him saying it was kind of fun until the tickling. I told him he could do it to me if he wanted and he obliged. But that's another story...

Please tell me what you thought.

Brian
uk

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