## The surprise...(MM/M)

Post by neb96 » Mon Feb 27, 2012 3:14 pm

Jake was walking to English class. It was third lesson. High school was a maze and had been ever since he had started over a year ago. He was useless at navigating the long, endless corridors. Although the doors had the room numbers above them, the rooms weren't in order and it seemed as if he was expected to magically guess where each room was. His mild dyslexia didn't help.
The corridor was filled with people eager to arrive at their lessons on time (most of them were). Jake spotted a person pointing and laughing at his bright ginger hair, which was short and smoothened down apart from the front, which was spiked up. He didn't care about people taking the piss out of it. He was able to tolerate it quite well.
His eyes were bright blue. This had got him a lot of girlfriends in the past, who had later admitted that his blue eyes had attracted them.
His body was of average weight and He had recently turned 14.
He spotted one of his friends, Turner, who was looking for someone.
When he shifted his gaze toward Jake, he exclaimed, "Ah, there you are!"
He was obviously the one Turner was looking for.
He pushed uncaringly past a few people to get to Jake and stopped in front of him. They hadn't seen each other yet that day.
Turner was slightly taller than him, had black hair and dark brown eyes, which reflected his superficial "hard chav" personality. He was constantly swaying slightly.
"You alright, mate?" Turner asked.
"In boring school? It's depressing. No, I'm fine really, even if I did get told off by an idiot teacher who can't tell the difference between his stressful home life and his job as a teacher."
"Don't worry, mate, I understand totally." he sympathised in his "chav-iest" voice. His "chav" persona was so exaggerated at times that it became difficult not to laugh at it.
"Anyway, why were you looking for me?"
"Oh yeah, Dave was looking for you, but hasn't found you yet, so he told me to tell you that he wanted to talk to you about something important."
"What might that important thing be?"
"He said something about a sleepover or a house party or something. Apparently, there's something different about it. You'll have to talk to him yourself. Hope you have a wicked day and I'll see you soon." he winked as he strode past him and continued prentending to be the "hardest" person in the world by rocking from side to side and always keeping a straight face.
Jake chuckled slightly as he walked off to resume his lesson-finding.
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At lunch time, which was after lesson 4, Jake searched for Dave in amongst the crowds. Dave, unlike Turner, carried a real "chav" persona and wasn't pretending to be one. Turner was a Dave wannabe. He secretly envied him. Inside, he was actually quite soft and sensitive.
Dave's sways and "chav" voice were genuine. This gave him a lot of respect and no-one messed with him. He was extremely popular in school. Some feared him, whilst some admired his confidence. A few were envious.
He had spiky black hair and dark brown eyes.
Jake, Turner and Dave were best friends. Dave was slightly taller than Turner, making him the tallest of the three. Turner was the strongest of them.
What did he want to talk to Jake about?
After a few minutes of searching, he spotted him sat on a bench with all his "mates" and "babes" accumalated around him like flies.
He saw Jake approaching him and his friends parted to let the shorter boy through.
"Ah, there you are! Come an' sit down here." he pushed someone away from his left and placed his hand on the spot he wanted Jake to sit down.
He sat down there and faced Dave.
"So, what d'ya want to talk to me about?" he inquired.
"Want to come round later with Turner? I asked him to keep it a surprise until I told you."
"Yeah, sure. What's happening there?"
"You'll just have to wait and see. Turner knows what's going on."
"Uh, alright, then. i'll see you then. Oh yeah, what time?"
"6:00pm. My parents are out for the night and won't be coming back 'til tommorow. See you later."
Jake looked forward to whatever surprise there would be at Jake's house later that afternoon.
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Jake, changed into light blue jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, looked at the sky as it began to get dark. He was at Dave's house now.
The door and window frames had white plastic frames around them. The curtains were drawn.
He opened the gate and shut it behind him. Walking down the path, he wondered what the surprise was going to be and when it was going to happen. The door was dark brown and didn't appear to have been painted. Approaching it, he saw the note duct taped to it which said:
Come in Jake and lock the door once inside.
He twisted the metal door handle and ventured inside, making sure to do what the note said. Straight ahead of him was the stairs and to his left was an open door which led to the living room. He suspected they would be in there.
He took a step inside. There were two sofas along two of the walls and there was a chair to his right. Ahead of that chair was a doorway (without a door) which led to the kitchen.
"So, what's the surprise, then?" He asked Dave and Turner, wondering where they were.
Suddenly, a hand clamped over his mouth and before he had time to react, an arm wrapped tightly around him, securing his arms to his body. His head was pressed against the kidnapper's chest, allowing little head movement. His body was pushed downward, forcing him to kneel on the soft carpet as the kidnapper's legs placed themselves on top of his, ensuring that he couldn't fight back with any part of his body.
"This is the surprise." said a gleeful Turner.
Jake attempted to move his arms, but not even small movements were allowed. He tried to speak to protest, but his lips wouldn't even part. It was impossible to move his legs.
He heard Dave's voice: "We've planned this for two days. Hope you're liking the surprise. You should be grateful for it."
Grateful? Thought Jake. Definitely not.
Dave walked toward him, but stopped beside him. What was happening now?
There was a ripping sound and Jake wondered what it was. He then saw the roll of duct tape in front of his face and he was filled with dread. The gagging hand was released and his head was moved away from the Turner's chest, only for the sticky material to be pressed onto his lips. Dave wasn't satisfied with a simple strip over the mouth, so he started to wrap the tape round his head slowly, making sure it was tight all the way round. He repeated this three times before quickly snipping the tape with scissors and sticking the remaining part to his head.
Jake could still not part his lips or make any sound and he started to struggle desperately, but his efforts were useless. The two other boys laughed at the hopeless attempts to escape. Turner held him captive like that for ten more minutes as they both sniggered hysterically.
"What a great prank!" he exclaimed.
Dave desperately held in his laughter, as did Turner with less success. Jake stopped struggling and anxiously waited for what was going to happen next. Ages seemed to go by. He was in suspense as nothing happened for a second. The room was almost silent.
All of a sudden, fingers dug into his ribs. They continued chuckling as he attempted to reach Dave's tickling hand, but couldn't, however big a struggle he put up. The constant tickling would have caused him to laugh hysterically if it was possible. How long would this go on for...? Then, he realised something.
He was actually starting to enjoy this. He liked (and was starting to relish) being held helpless in this position and not able to make a sound. He had never felt like this before, but it was a very special, unique feeling. He doubted that it would feel the same doing it to someone else. He would have to wait and see though...
The tickling stopped and relief flooded him, yet he seeked more...
"Get him up on the chair!"
He was lifted, no longer wanting to struggle. His wrists were now grabbed and he sat down on the wooden chair he had previously seen near the kitchen doorway. His wrists were crossed over behind the chair and tape was noisily wrapped around them. It pressed hard against his skin and he knew this would just as inescapable as the hold Turner had put him in just before.
It was then wrapped firmly around him, securing his arms to his body. It was wrapped from his shoulders to just above his legs, which were then taped to the legs of the chair.
Literally no part of him excluding his head could move.
"Hey, Turner, go stand with your back to the chair."
"Why"
"Because I just want you to."
Turner did as he was told and Dave stepped in front of him. They stood facing each other with blank stares.
The taller boy then stepped on the other one's feet, making sure to avoid the toes.
"Hey, what are you doing, man?" asked Turner.
"You know what?" Dave grabbed his arms and pushed one through the gap in Jake's wrists. "I've decided to include you in the prank."
"Whaaat?"
"You heard what I said." He remarked sarcastically as he pushed the other arm beside Jake's arm.
"This isn't part of the agreement!"
"It is now."
The bound captive managed a faint, "Ha Ha!" underneath his gag.
"If you try to struggle whilst I'm tying and gagging you, I'll stamp on your foot until you stop."
"OK."
"Right. Now, let's get to work."
He instructed Turner to clamp his hands together and taped both his hands and wrists together. He couldn't unclamp his hands or move his wrists apart, not even a millimetre.
Then, his legs were taped together from his ankles to the top of his legs. Surprisingly, Dave walked off without tape-gagging him. He wondered why he chose not to.
After he walked into the kitchen, the two bound captives heard a draw opening, some things being taken out and the draw closing. His footsteps became increasingly louder as he approached the doorway.
When he stood in there, Turner gasped at the sight of what Dave had in store for him.
To be continued...
Last edited by neb96 on Tue Feb 28, 2012 1:42 pm, edited 1 time in total.

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Post by boyscoutjm » Mon Feb 27, 2012 4:35 pm

I like it so far keep going.

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Post by mikeybound » Mon Feb 27, 2012 11:38 pm

More! I love it!

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Post by tiedup101 » Tue Feb 28, 2012 2:33 pm

great! continue!
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### Re: The surprise...(MM/M)

Post by neb96 » Wed Feb 29, 2012 4:25 pm

Thanks for the comments!
Here's the continuation.
Turner gasped at the sight of the red ball gag in Dave's hand. He was holding it by the tough leather straps. The ball had small holes in it to allow for breathing.
But the ball gag wasn't the only thing he was holding.
In the other hand were a pair of police handcuffs, a length of cloth 10cm wide and a black balaclava. Which was he going to use on Turner first?
He felt tense as Dave walked excitedly toward him. His footsteps were loud as he approached. He stopped, looking down at the bound, but yet to be gagged, captive. He put down all the TUG equipment on the sofa apart from the ball gag.
He moved the gag toward Turner's mouth, but he refused to open it. Dave tried pushing it harder, but the other boy's lips didn't open, so he decided to try something different. He pinched his nose hard. Unable to breath, Turner's mouth opened slightly and Dave instantly rammed the red ball into his mouth, releasing the grip on his nose. He mmmppppppppphhhhhhed several times as the leather straps were pulled tightly backwards and fastened securely at the back of his head.
He continued to speak into the gag, but could only utter indistinct vowels, as the red ball prevented his lips from touching together.
The taller boy then grabbed the length of 10cm wide cloth and placed it over Turner's eyes, wrapping it round his head and double knotting it at the back. He could only see blackness and no matter how hard he shook his head, the cloth would not fall off his head, nor would the double knot loosen. He stopped trying to talk.
What piece of equipment was Dave going to use on him next?
He took advantage of his other senses. He couldn't feel the taller boy doing anything to him yet. He could smell the rubber ball gag. He could feel the saliva starting to build up inside his mouth because swallowing was not permitted. He couldn't tell what was going on by his hearing, either. Only a slight ruffle could be heard, like fabric against the sofa, then Dave's steady, patient footsteps. He stopped.
The only pieces of equipment left were the handcuffs and the balaclava. It certainly hadn't sounded like handcuffs being picked up. Turner had just realised what it was when the balaclava was slid over his head before it was duct taped to his neck. Dave wrapped it round two times and snipped it.
Next, the handcuffs were picked up. One end was fastened round Turner's right wrist, just above where it was taped, and the other was secured round Jake's right wrist, effectively locking their wrists together.
Turner struggled, but not just to escape. There was an ulterior motive.
"It's good that you seemed to have gathered what I enjoy watching, and I always enjoy watching you struggle." Dave was referring to his and Turner's previous TUG sessions, which Jake didn't know about.
Turner was always the one who was pursuaded into getting tied up and felt that a change was soon due...
Dave continued: "I hope you're enjoying it, too. I'm going to sneak off upstairs to the toilet for a minute. I'll also be spraying my armpits and styling my hair in there, which always takes ages to do because of how fussy I am, but anyway..." He left them alone and the room was silent.
"hhhmmmmppppphhhhh.....!" Jake uttered thoughtfully.
Turner tried feeling for tape to unwrap from Jake's wrists, but remembered that his own hands were taped together and he could not separate them. Then, an idea formulated in his head. Jake, whose fingers were free to unwrap tape, could try unwrapping Turner's wrists and unlock the handcuffs, which were locked so that pushing down on the lock would unlock it. This would allow him to pull the balaclava off, take the gag off as well as the blindfold and unwrap his legs. He could then rescue Jake.
But could this extensive idea be communicated to him?
It's useless, thought Turner.
However, unbeknownst to him, Jake had realised the same plan. He tried reaching out with his fingers, but the tape around his body stopped him reaching out very far. Despite this obstacle, he still tried. Managing to just about reach the tape binding Turner's hands and wrists together, he felt for the scissored end of it.
The loud flushing of the toilet upstairs made him jump, then he continued, hurrying up the search.
He found it, using his nail to try and peel the edge up. The sticky was still holding after ten agonisingly long seconds of picking it. Don't give up, thought Jake. He carried on picking at it for what seemed like a minute, before it began to peel off.
Yes! He thought triumphantly as he started to pick harder and more of it came off. Eventually, there was enough of it to grab with his fingers. He unwrapped it from around Turner's hands once, which took a fair amount of effort.
Around six minutes later, he had managed to unwrap Turner's hands.
Turner was extremely relieved that Jake had also thought of that plan.
He knew that the smaller boy wouldn't be able to reach his wrists, so he used all the strength he could muster up to try and pull the tape apart. It wasn't going to split. The material was holding up well, causing him to give up. As there wasn't any other option, he tried again, now using up his last bit of expendable energy. Just as it seemed the fabric inside the duct tape was still holding, it split apart and so did the material it was inpregnated inside.
His hands were free, thanks to Jake.
Now for the rest of the plan...
Menawhile, Dave was busy combing his previously spiky hair into slick, shiny flat hair. He moved the comb forward to make it droop over his forehead. He was tired of the old hair.
He was imaginaing showing off his new hairstyle, completely oblivious of the goings-on downstairs...
After five minutes, the two boys were no longer captives.
Jake was the first to mention revenge: "So, don't you think it would be a good idea to do the same to him?"
Turner's reply was an enthusiastic one: "Oh yeah! I often come round here and we tie each other up- or rather he ties me up. I think this should be the time to change all that!"
"Ssssshhhhhh! Keep your voice down. Now, let's plan this carefully."
"I think the only thing we need to do is take a look in his draw of goodies in the kitchen."
"What's in there?"
"I've never looked, but I can only imagine..."
A few minutes later, Dave had finshed styling his hair. He couldn't wait to show it off.
Anyway, time to go check on the struggling boys, he thought.
He reached the door handle and twisted it. A loud bang from behind jolted him. He turned round to see that the wind from the open window had knocked a deodorant can onto the floor. He picked it up, then opened the door.
White cloth was pressed against his face and he panicked, but before he could lash out, a blanket of unconsciousness overwhelmed him. The carpet at the top of the stairs was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.
To be continued...

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Post by sarumansauron » Sun Mar 04, 2012 12:43 am

Cool story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

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Post by Misquamicut » Mon Mar 12, 2012 7:17 pm

YES! It is exciting and very well written, with a nice logical flow.

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Post by mikeybound » Sat Mar 17, 2012 10:54 am

More!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Post by neb96 » Mon Jul 23, 2012 5:57 pm

I'm really sorry for taking so long, I've been really busy.
Here's the third part:
Dave, at first, wasn't aware of his situation as his eyelids parted...
He felt too dreary from his 1 hour long "sleep" to think about that. He moaned in tiredness.
His face was pressed against a pillow.
He wasn't able to do anything other than let out muffled moans. However, he wasn't able to determine why... yet.
Then, as he started to awaken, he realised that something was not right. An image of a ball gag flashed in his mind and it all slowly came back to him what had happened before his unconscious fall.
He could have said "Oh shit" if the complicated gag wasn't preventing him from properly speaking. Stuffed inside his mouth was a balled-up tea towel, which was covered by a bandana wrapped around his head. Further ensuring the efficiency of the gag was silver duct tape that had been wrapped five times around his head.
He attempted to jerk his arms and legs, but strong ropes held them stiff to the bed he was laid on. He was spread-eagled. There was literally no slack in the rope.
His hands were curled up into fists and tape had been wrapped around them multiple times, therefore his fingers were rendered useless.
He looked over his left shoulder, but this put strain on his right shoulder and the tape pulled even tighter against his face, so he quickly reverted his head to it's original position with his face on the pillow. In the glimpse he had gained of the rest of his bedroom, he saw it was empty.
He was still recovering from being unconscious. As he started to feel less tired, he started to consider the whereabouts of Jake and Turner. He began to feel apprehensive as he imagined them rummaging through the rooms of his house. What if they discovered his secret magazine collection; The images he had printed from internet sites...!?
He tried, but failed to produce an audible sigh through his gag and relaxed on the bed as he remembered that he would be able to do nothing about it. He imagined how much they would ridicule him if they did find his hidden collection...
Suddenly, he heard the front door open and Jake shout: "We're back, Dave!"
Dave heard Jake and Turner walk into the living room. Then, he heard a rustling sound. Their footsteps sounded loudly as they ran quickly up the stairs, then stepped into Dave's bedroom. He started to look over his shoulder, but again the strain caused him to return to his original position.
Turner spoke: "Oh, so you're awake now. We went to shop to buy more supplies. Like your new tie-up position?" A quick burst of laughter from the two boys followed the sarcastic remark. Dave tried to speak, but the extremely quiet attempts at words only drew more laughter from them.
"Watch out!!" Turner yelled as he ran up to the bed and leaped on it. He landed right next to Dave. "Jake, pass me the tape!" Jake threw the roll of duct tape and Turner expertly managed to catch it. "See how good a catch I am?" he boasted as he hauled himself on top of Dave. He found the start of the tape and picked it until there was enough to pull.
Turner then pulled Dave's head up. He instructed him to keep his head up for a moment, then wrapped the tape over his eyes, winding it around his head twice before ripping it and sticking the remaining flap down. Dave could not see anything and had to rely on his other senses to gauge what was happening around him.
He felt Turner's head right next to his, warm breathing on the back of his head. Turner tapped the tape and remarked: "Tight enough for you!?" the two boys found this hilarious.
Turner placed his hand firmly on Dave's shoulder. He lowered his other hand toward the bound boy's stomach. He waited for second. Dave was in suspense. A few more seconds passed. He felt tense as he waited for it... When was it going to happen?
Turner dug his fingers in and Dave desperately wanted to escape, but the ropes held his limbs taut. He tried to move his body around, but Turner's body was planted on top of his, pinning it to the bed. He could barely make any sounds from behind his thick gag.
Jake and Turner were in stitches as Dave was tickled endlessly.
It was then that a loud banging noise sounded from downstairs.
They stopped laughing and turned their gazes to the stairs.
"Oh dear, you left the door open, Jake."
"You could have shut it."
"Or you could shut your trap and go close the door now."
"But-"
"I'll deal with Dave."
"Ok then..." Jake ventured down the stairs. He guessed the wind must have made the door bang against the wall.
He slowly moved down toward the door. He was trying to listen to what Turner was saying to Dave. It sounded as if he were saying a lot more now that Jake was out of the bedroom. He could not hear what was being spoken, no matter how hard he tried, so he sped up his short journey to the door and reached it within seconds.
With his right hand, he reached for the door handle...
A leather gloved hand grabbed his wrist and he looked up to see two people wearing black balaclavas. They rushed inside. The one holding his wrist snatched up his other wrist and brought them both up behind his back.
"Hey, who the fuck are you!" Jake exclaimed.
"We're gonna dump you in our shithole of a car!" The other man chuckled at his own statement.
"What the fuck is the big idea???" Jake angrily enquired.
"We'll save that for when we reach the warehouse down the seafront!" said the one holding his wrists.
"Let me go, you assholes!" Jake struggled frantically in the man's grip, but he had no success in escaping.
"Get him in the car!" The man dragged him outside and instructed the other intruder to pin a note to the gate. He pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and walked over to the wooden gate. He unfolded the paper and used a drawing pin to attach it there.
Both balaclava-clad men could hear Turner stomping down the stairs, so they rushed Jake out of the gate and pushed him into the back seat.
Both of them sat in there either side of him and closed the door. One of them shouted: "Yakatito, drive!" Jake turned his gaze to the driver.
Just as the car started to move forward, he heard a ripping sound. He turned toward the sound, then a bandanna was shoved inside his mouth. The other man held both his wrists tightly again and tape was pressed against his lips. He could do nothing to stop it being wrapped securely around his head multiple times apart from moan in protest.
Turner had just reached the front door of the house cursing to himself when he saw Jake being forced inside the strangers' car. He sped toward the car, but it had driven away by the time he reached the gate.
"What the fuck is happening!?" He asked himself as he watched the car speed away with Jake inside.
He frustratedly banged his fist against the gate, knocking off the pin which was holding the piece of paper to it. He managed to catch the piece of paper before it fell to the ground. He read it:
Come to Warehouse 14 down the seafront if you'd like to have ya friend back!
"Damn it!" he cried as he screwed the piece of paper up and threw it on the floor.
He wandered back toward the house to untie Dave and inform him of what had taken place.
To be continued...

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Post by xtc » Tue Jul 24, 2012 1:22 am

Welcome back!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

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Post by sarumansauron » Tue Jul 24, 2012 1:46 pm

Cool continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

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Post by mikeybound » Wed Jul 25, 2012 2:45 pm

I can't wait!

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Post by Scottstud94 » Fri Nov 23, 2012 11:40 am

Great story!

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Post by Tugsfan » Mon Jul 01, 2013 3:04 pm

More please!!
A very good roleplayer, waiting for play with you

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Post by mikeybound » Mon Mar 03, 2014 1:02 pm

Where's the rest?

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Post by tiedlad » Mon Mar 03, 2014 3:17 pm

Yeah I was enjoying this story and would love to see it continued!