meelymow : 02 - An intro to the Hog Tie (m/m)
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02 - An intro to the Hog Tie
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By meelymow
Thursday, October 7th 2004 - 07:10:23 PM
An intro to the Hog Tie
Hi, all. Here's another story involving me and Jim. Jim's mom, however, only plays a bit part in this one.
Another boring day, Saturday morning, no school and nothing to do. Jim and I were watching TV at his house while his mom was dashing here and there, doing laundry and other odd household chores. This happened about a month or so after that first story from earlier. I was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. Jim was wearing a black Harley-Davidson Tee with black jeans. To give people a time era, I'm talking mid 80's.
Jim turns to me and says, "Hey. You want to play another tie-up game?"
"Sure, but what are we talking about?" I replied.
"I had you in a chair last time, but this time I want to try a hog tie." I wasn't sure exactly what this entailed, but I knew ankles and wrists were tied together. My original idea was that Jim was going to tie me like a rodeo calf with my hands and feet in front of me--Jim had other ideas.
Jim ran to the garage to get the many lengths of clothes line that were stored out there then came back in. We both went down to the basement where they had a couch and a rug on a cement floor. An open doorway led into the pantry where the washer and dryer were.
"Okay, Tom, lie on the floor--on your stomach." That took me a little off guard, but I did as he said. Jim began tying my wrists together, palms facing each other, as his mom came down with laundry.
"Oh, playing your tie-up games again?"
"Yeah, mom. You want to help?" Jim asked. I was embarrassed and thrilled again.
"No, you guys go ahead, I've got too much work to do. But I'll be up and down the stairs, so I'll see what you've done to Tom."
His mom seemed cool, in a strange way, about the whole tie-up thing. I remember having fantasies of her tying me up, but, alas, it never happened. Yet the thrill of Jim tying me and Carol seeing me that way nearly made up for it.
Jim continued tying me. Next he looped rope around my bound arms and slid it up to just above the elbows. Because of my position, I couldn't really see what he was doing, so not much detail here, sorry. He then tightened that rope until I let out a little gasp.
"You okay?" Jim asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. You just took me by surprise."
"Good," Jim said, rather menacingly. He tightened the rope around my elbows more.
"What are you trying to do, get my elbows to touch?" I asked, somewhat sarcastically.
"Yes, I am. I saw it in a photo and I was hoping I could do it to you." Jim tightened the rope slowly and I felt my forearms and elbows lightly touching. This was helplessness. He knotted it off without the rope slipping looser, which impressed me and intimidated me.
Jim then tied my ankles together very tightly. He continued on my legs by tying a rope that encircled my legs just above and just below the knees. He pulled my feet up behind me, looped a piece of rope around the rope between my ankles. He then looped the same rope around the rope between my wrists. He continued with a loop between the rope at my elbows and then straight back to my ankles again. He pulled this rope very tight, to the point that my feet were less than an inch from my butt.
Next he took one of the longer pieces and proceeded to wrap this around my ankles and my thighs, pulling my legs so they were nearly bent in half at the knees. He had to lift my body up to get under my thighs, as I couldn't be much help at all. He tied that last rope off and as he did that, I tried to move. I was nearly immobile. I could rock my body back and forth and move my head around, but that was it.
"Okay, I'm gonna try to get out now," I said.
"Wait. I'm not done." Not done. I wondered what else he could do, I wasn't getting out of this as is.
"Mom!" Jim called.
"Yes, Jim."
"I need something to gag Tom with. Can I borrow something?"
"Come up here!" Jim left me there on the rug. I tried moving about, but was not able to do anything. Jim returned a minute later. I couldn't see what he was carrying.
"Open your mouth," Jim commanded. I could tell he really like tying me up. I lifted my head and he shoved a black bandanna in my mouth. He then took a roll of duct tape and taped the stuffing in. The tape went over both lips and he wrapped it around my head about 3 times. Jim's mom then came down the stairs and she stopped in front of me looking at me as I strained to look up at her. Once again, I was getting a very intense thrill from being utterly helpless in her presence.
"Wow, Jim. You really got 'em. Are you okay Tom?" I mmmphed throught the gag and nodded my head yes.
"I like the gag, but I want it to look more like in movies." Jim said this pleading for an idea from his mom.
"Oh, like with the handkerchief over the mouth?"
"Yeah."
"Why don't you just tie a handkerchief on top of the tape. It will hide the tape, make Tom that much more quiet, and look the way you want it," Carol said, helping Jim with his dilemma.
Jim liked that. I could tell by his unseen reaction. He had another bandanna on him, this one red with black shapes on it. He folded it carefully and wrapped it over my mouth, just under my nose and he tied it off tightly at the back of my head. I mmmphed when he was done, and he said, "go ahead, try to get out of this one."
So, I struggled and mmphed for a few minutes while Carol sat down for a cigarette break, watching me.
"I've got to get back to the housework. Have fun boys." Carol left. I was still struggling, but slowly giving up.
"Give up?" Jim asked, after about ten minutes.
"Mmmmmmmmphphph!" I said, amazed at how quiet this way of gagging had made me.
"Well, tough. I'm leaving you like that for awhile." Jim went upstairs and shut the door. I was left in the basement, all alone, hog-tied to the max, and gagged to utter silence. I struggled on and off, but eventually submitted to the fact that I was doing nothing and going nowhere. After about an hour, Carol came down the stairs.
"He left you that way? I thought you went home. Jim's upstairs watching TV. JIM!! JIM!!! Get down here and untie Tom! I'm sorry Tom, you okay?"
"Mmmmmmphph," I managed, with a nod. In reality, my arms were buzzing with numbness and the material in my mouth made me very thirsty. A minute later, Jim came down the stairs and came over and untied me. I could barely stand, and I couldn't really move my arms. After that, we pretty much spent the rest of the day roaming around town. I told Jim how I liked being tied-up and he said he knew I liked it. He then said that he liked tying me up, but he wishes I were a girl instead. I apologized for being male, but realized that he probably has strange feelings, liking the tie up part, yet wishing I was a girl. Can I clarify--I don't think he really wished was a girl, he would rather tie a girl than me (LOL).
I've only got a couple more good ones, so I'll try to get on a little later.
meelymow
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Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section
02 - An intro to the Hog Tie
Story index at the bottom
By meelymow
Thursday, October 7th 2004 - 07:10:23 PM
An intro to the Hog Tie
Hi, all. Here's another story involving me and Jim. Jim's mom, however, only plays a bit part in this one.
Another boring day, Saturday morning, no school and nothing to do. Jim and I were watching TV at his house while his mom was dashing here and there, doing laundry and other odd household chores. This happened about a month or so after that first story from earlier. I was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. Jim was wearing a black Harley-Davidson Tee with black jeans. To give people a time era, I'm talking mid 80's.
Jim turns to me and says, "Hey. You want to play another tie-up game?"
"Sure, but what are we talking about?" I replied.
"I had you in a chair last time, but this time I want to try a hog tie." I wasn't sure exactly what this entailed, but I knew ankles and wrists were tied together. My original idea was that Jim was going to tie me like a rodeo calf with my hands and feet in front of me--Jim had other ideas.
Jim ran to the garage to get the many lengths of clothes line that were stored out there then came back in. We both went down to the basement where they had a couch and a rug on a cement floor. An open doorway led into the pantry where the washer and dryer were.
"Okay, Tom, lie on the floor--on your stomach." That took me a little off guard, but I did as he said. Jim began tying my wrists together, palms facing each other, as his mom came down with laundry.
"Oh, playing your tie-up games again?"
"Yeah, mom. You want to help?" Jim asked. I was embarrassed and thrilled again.
"No, you guys go ahead, I've got too much work to do. But I'll be up and down the stairs, so I'll see what you've done to Tom."
His mom seemed cool, in a strange way, about the whole tie-up thing. I remember having fantasies of her tying me up, but, alas, it never happened. Yet the thrill of Jim tying me and Carol seeing me that way nearly made up for it.
Jim continued tying me. Next he looped rope around my bound arms and slid it up to just above the elbows. Because of my position, I couldn't really see what he was doing, so not much detail here, sorry. He then tightened that rope until I let out a little gasp.
"You okay?" Jim asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. You just took me by surprise."
"Good," Jim said, rather menacingly. He tightened the rope around my elbows more.
"What are you trying to do, get my elbows to touch?" I asked, somewhat sarcastically.
"Yes, I am. I saw it in a photo and I was hoping I could do it to you." Jim tightened the rope slowly and I felt my forearms and elbows lightly touching. This was helplessness. He knotted it off without the rope slipping looser, which impressed me and intimidated me.
Jim then tied my ankles together very tightly. He continued on my legs by tying a rope that encircled my legs just above and just below the knees. He pulled my feet up behind me, looped a piece of rope around the rope between my ankles. He then looped the same rope around the rope between my wrists. He continued with a loop between the rope at my elbows and then straight back to my ankles again. He pulled this rope very tight, to the point that my feet were less than an inch from my butt.
Next he took one of the longer pieces and proceeded to wrap this around my ankles and my thighs, pulling my legs so they were nearly bent in half at the knees. He had to lift my body up to get under my thighs, as I couldn't be much help at all. He tied that last rope off and as he did that, I tried to move. I was nearly immobile. I could rock my body back and forth and move my head around, but that was it.
"Okay, I'm gonna try to get out now," I said.
"Wait. I'm not done." Not done. I wondered what else he could do, I wasn't getting out of this as is.
"Mom!" Jim called.
"Yes, Jim."
"I need something to gag Tom with. Can I borrow something?"
"Come up here!" Jim left me there on the rug. I tried moving about, but was not able to do anything. Jim returned a minute later. I couldn't see what he was carrying.
"Open your mouth," Jim commanded. I could tell he really like tying me up. I lifted my head and he shoved a black bandanna in my mouth. He then took a roll of duct tape and taped the stuffing in. The tape went over both lips and he wrapped it around my head about 3 times. Jim's mom then came down the stairs and she stopped in front of me looking at me as I strained to look up at her. Once again, I was getting a very intense thrill from being utterly helpless in her presence.
"Wow, Jim. You really got 'em. Are you okay Tom?" I mmmphed throught the gag and nodded my head yes.
"I like the gag, but I want it to look more like in movies." Jim said this pleading for an idea from his mom.
"Oh, like with the handkerchief over the mouth?"
"Yeah."
"Why don't you just tie a handkerchief on top of the tape. It will hide the tape, make Tom that much more quiet, and look the way you want it," Carol said, helping Jim with his dilemma.
Jim liked that. I could tell by his unseen reaction. He had another bandanna on him, this one red with black shapes on it. He folded it carefully and wrapped it over my mouth, just under my nose and he tied it off tightly at the back of my head. I mmmphed when he was done, and he said, "go ahead, try to get out of this one."
So, I struggled and mmphed for a few minutes while Carol sat down for a cigarette break, watching me.
"I've got to get back to the housework. Have fun boys." Carol left. I was still struggling, but slowly giving up.
"Give up?" Jim asked, after about ten minutes.
"Mmmmmmmmphphph!" I said, amazed at how quiet this way of gagging had made me.
"Well, tough. I'm leaving you like that for awhile." Jim went upstairs and shut the door. I was left in the basement, all alone, hog-tied to the max, and gagged to utter silence. I struggled on and off, but eventually submitted to the fact that I was doing nothing and going nowhere. After about an hour, Carol came down the stairs.
"He left you that way? I thought you went home. Jim's upstairs watching TV. JIM!! JIM!!! Get down here and untie Tom! I'm sorry Tom, you okay?"
"Mmmmmmphph," I managed, with a nod. In reality, my arms were buzzing with numbness and the material in my mouth made me very thirsty. A minute later, Jim came down the stairs and came over and untied me. I could barely stand, and I couldn't really move my arms. After that, we pretty much spent the rest of the day roaming around town. I told Jim how I liked being tied-up and he said he knew I liked it. He then said that he liked tying me up, but he wishes I were a girl instead. I apologized for being male, but realized that he probably has strange feelings, liking the tie up part, yet wishing I was a girl. Can I clarify--I don't think he really wished was a girl, he would rather tie a girl than me (LOL).
I've only got a couple more good ones, so I'll try to get on a little later.
meelymow
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meelymow's stories
- 01 - Caught by friend's mom (m/m, F/m)
- 02 - An intro to the Hog Tie (m/m)
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