## TUG Invitation (m/m)

Post by Canuck33 » Fri Dec 30, 2011 8:28 am

The following story may or may not have happened, but thatâ€™s not what matters. This is a first draft, so kindly point out any errors and I will correct them.
PART 1
Manuel was nearly eighteen, and he has been a member of his swim league for about nine years, half his life. It was early July and he recently finished all his high-school credits with excellent grades and was now enjoying his remaining days before heading to university. Manuel accepted an offer to the University of British Columbia, which meant he would be leaving all of his friends, his family, and his swim coach. Manuel spent his summer working full-time and hanging out with his buddies, having as much fun as possible within the short time frame. He had a Bronze star and worked as both lifeguard and assistant swim coach to Stanley, his own coach and mentor. Put simply, swimming was a very significant part of his life. He knew Coach Stanley better than some of his uncles, which is why he wasnâ€™t terribly surprised when Stanley asked to see him after work last Monday. It was 5:10 pm, Manuel changed into his shorts and t-shirt and was just finished packing.
â€œManuel, can I please have a moment with you, pal?â€ Asked the coach; he did not seem dissatisfied, quite the opposite.
â€œFor you, Iâ€™d give more than a moment, coach,â€ he said with a smile.
â€œAlright; Manuel, youâ€™re going away very soon, is that correct?â€
â€œYeah man, in six weeks,â€ said Manuel with a suppressed smile. â€œI know I shouldnâ€™t be so happy, I will miss this place and everyone in it, but going to the West Coach will be an amazing experience, Iâ€™ll get to meet new people, I hear UBC hosts some insane parties...â€
â€œYeah, youâ€™ll get to party, thatâ€™s for sure! Thereâ€™ll be too much partying, if you ask me. Your studies should always come first. But thatâ€™s not what I wanted to talk to you about.â€ He chuckled.
â€œOh?â€
â€œManuel,â€ Stanley seemed a little uneasy, â€œIâ€™ve known you for a long time, youâ€™re practically an adult, and now that Iâ€™m your employer, I was just wondering if you wanted to come over to my house before the summer holidays are out. If you want to, of course, if you say no Iâ€™ll understand completely.â€
â€œSure, that sounds nice,â€ nodded Manuel, â€œIâ€™ve never been to your place. But...what do you have in mind?â€ Coach Stanley was married with two children, and Manuel never received a creepy vibe from him. He was a life mentor as well as a swim coach and a highly charitable individual.
What Stanley said next took Manuel by complete surprise. Out of all the possible answers Stanley could have given, this seemed to be the least probable.
â€œHereâ€™s the thing, Manuel. Do you know my son, Albert?â€
â€œYeah, heâ€™s in my senior swim group, of course I know him.â€
Coach Stanley breathed heavily; â€œAlbert likes to tie people up or watch them get tied up. Heâ€™s looking for, um, a buddy that he can truss up. Preferably someone older whoâ€™s fairly large and athletic, such as yourself...â€ he smiled awkwardly. â€œNow, I know this is a highly unusual request, I promise you that thereâ€™ll be nothing cruel involved. Albert is a little...strange, but heâ€™s not sadistic or anything. Heâ€™s only 13, so I would rather him tie you up than otherwise,â€ and then he looked at Manuel for an answer.
â€œSo you want me to let your son tie me up? Why?â€
â€œWell, I know that your cousin Alex is heavily into that...stuff. I once found him in the locker room getting tied up to one of the benches by the other boys, mind you I had to break it up, but he seemed to be really getting into it. A little too much, I think,â€ he was talking about me of course. â€œI assumed that maybe you were exposed to these things from your cousin.â€
â€œWell, he did show me how several rope escapes, I thought they were fun, I even tried a few of them.â€
â€œThatâ€™s good! But I have to warn you, there wonâ€™t be a lot of escaping tomorrow,â€ he laughed.
â€œUh, right; and what do I get in return?â€ Manuel inquired.
â€œMy wife makes you dinner, whatever you like. How does that sound?â€
â€œSounds good, when is this happening?â€
â€œTomorrow at 5:20, right after your shift. You can drive, right?â€ Manuel nodded. â€œGood.â€
â€œI like roast chicken and mashed potatoes,â€ said Manuel before he walked off.
Manuel was strangely excited throughout the entire drive home. He could not stop thinking about the possible scenarios, and the idea of being tied up was creepy yet appealing. One thing frightened him though. What did Coach Stanley mean when he said that there wonâ€™t be a lot of escapes happening? Manuel assumed that Albert wanted to tie him tightly enough to render him helpless, and this worried him. Albert was a pretty good kid, but he was definitely weird and a little dark. What else did they have in mind for him?
The next day Manuel packed quickly and arrived at Coach Stanleyâ€™s house a few minutes early. He was wearing the same sneakers and dark-blue gym shorts as yesterday but a different top, a sleeveless yellow t-shirt. The Coach was not yet home, but his wife, Genie, was there. Genie was a kind-looking forty year old with medium-length auburn hair and a slim, athletic figure like her husbandâ€™s. She mustâ€™ve been extremely attractive when she was young, thought Manuel; probably a swimmer too.
â€œYou must be Manuel! Hi!â€ She greeted him with a wide smile and handshake. â€œYes, thatâ€™s me, I work as a lifeguard and assistant for Stanley, he wanted Albert to...um,â€ Manuel stopped.
Genie laughed, â€œYeah, he told me all about it. Albert is upstairs, Iâ€™m Genie.â€ She smiled again and turned to the kitchen, where two large bowls with garden salad and mashed potatoes were waiting to be consumed. â€œThe chicken is almost ready. You can have a seat and relax.â€
Stanley showed up at 5:30 pm and immediately sat down to eat. Albert came downstairs without being summoned. He was an average, skinny young teenager with pale skin, short black hair and bulging eyes. Just like Manuel, he wore a sleeveless shirt and gym shorts, except his clothes were clearly too large. He was a bit awkward looking, but extremely fit.
â€œHi Manuel,â€ he said to him. Being at the comfort of his own home, he seemed extremely confident.
â€œHey little man, nice to see you,â€ Manuel shook his hand jovially and then said to him quietly: â€œWe need to talk later. About you,â€ he raised his eyebrows. Albert laughed loudly.
â€œBoys, please keep your shenanigans to yourself at the food table,â€ said Genie sternly, â€œYou just eat now, Manuel. I have some delicious pie for dessert. Then Stanley and Albert will take care of you...â€ she said with an expectant smile.
The key lime pie was scrumptious indeed. Manuel had to refuse a second serving from Genie because he did not want to feel too full before being bound. Albert, on the other hand, gladly gobbled through a second slice while Manuel paced in the living room, pretending to look around but really trying to calm himself down.
â€œManuel, I have something for you,â€ Stanley gave him a small, elastic piece of navy blue cloth. It was a Speedo racing brief swimsuit. â€œThis is Albertâ€™s size, but he doesnâ€™t like the design. I think you should wear it today. It will probably be a much tighter than what youâ€™re used to, but thatâ€™s the idea.
Manuel looked at the small suit in fear; â€œyou expect me wear that? Thereâ€™s no room for my balls!â€
Stanley sighed. â€œManuel, Iâ€™ve played my part, now you play yours. Wear the Speedo. Change in the upstairs washroom.â€
Reluctantly, Manuel did as told. He closed the washroom behind him, took off his clothes and slid the tiny, elastic brief on. The waist was size 26. Manuel was a solid 5â€™11â€™â€™, 160 lbs with a size 32 waist. Sliding the micro-sized, slippery brief over his muscular thighs was a colossal challenge itself. Manuel finally slid it over his hips (even though it was extremely tight, the Speedo was cut high on the legs) when his privates grew sore.
â€œUh oh, no, not now,â€ Manuel cursed under his breath. The washroom had a full-sized mirror. Manuel looked at himself. He knew why Albert didnâ€™t like this Speedo. It was too tight, too revealing and way too shiny. It had a seam across the buttocks which only made them ache. His slim, muscular body was completely smooth, his competition body.
â€œWell, Genie will probably think Iâ€™m hot,â€ he said as he walked outside. Albert was also wearing a tight black Speedo, except his was much more modest and he didnâ€™t look nearly as uncomfortable as Manuel.
â€œYouâ€™re wearing MY Speedo?â€ Albert laughed. â€œOh boy, this is going to be funny. Dude, I hope Iâ€™m not out of line, but you are stiff as a -â€œ
â€œIâ€™m not, this is how they look normally.â€ He said indignantly.
â€œWhat? Um...WOW, that is impressive,â€ Albert continued, still laughing.
â€œLook midget, whatever sick games you have for me, the Speedos are still on. Youâ€™re not gonna flash me in front of your parents!â€
â€œOkay! Donâ€™t worry; itâ€™s not something Iâ€™d want to expose anyways...but dude, youâ€™re so lucky Iâ€™m not gay, because if I was...hahaha!â€ Albert ran behind Manuel and slapped his Speedo-clad buttocks. â€œDamn!â€
â€œCut it out! Just tie me up and get this over with,â€ Manuel mumbled.
Albert picked up a roll of silver duct tape and rope from the kitchen cabinets. Noisily he pulled a long strip of duct tape and announced: â€œLetâ€™s get this party started!â€
To be continued...
What do you think happened to Manuel? Better question, what should happen to him?...
Last edited by Canuck33 on Fri Dec 30, 2011 8:57 pm, edited 5 times in total.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: TUG Invitatin

Post by Chase Ricks » Fri Dec 30, 2011 8:37 am

Good start. Take your time writing it out and you will do better at proofreading.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: TUG Invitatin

Post by xtc » Fri Dec 30, 2011 9:56 am

I agree with Shane but there's not much wrong so far!
Please keep it comming.
Wassail!
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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Post by boundboy » Fri Dec 30, 2011 10:08 am

awesome start. i can't wait for the next part!
This boy is ready to be bound with rope and gags
-boundboy

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Post by tiedup101 » Fri Dec 30, 2011 1:37 pm

Extremely excited for this to continue. For editing help, you spell Albert Alfred about 10 sentences from the bottom, but other than that, amazing and wonderful writing. I wonder what this story will have in store! A 13 year old ties up a 18 year old!
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### Re: TUG Invitation

Post by Canuck33 » Fri Dec 30, 2011 8:43 pm

Thanks for the feedback, I just fixed these mistakes. I decided this story will have at least three parts. Enjoy the continuation.
PART 2
Before the tie-up began, Coach Stanley asked Manuel if he wanted a backrub.
â€œYou are SO tense, boy. You were edgy since you walked in, and havenâ€™t stopped fidgeting. Stand still.â€ Manuel stood in place and allowed his coach to dig his fingers into his neck and shoulder muscles, relaxing him.
â€œDad, can you give me a massage when youâ€™re done?â€ asked Albert.
â€œHmm, maybe later; I need to go run some errands, Mom is staying here. Are you boys going to behave?â€ He asked and added less firmly, â€œIâ€™m looking at you, Albert. Iâ€™m assuming Manuel is going to be a little...tied up while Iâ€™m gone, huh?â€ He smacked his back and bade him goodbye. â€œYour back looks good now. Remember Son; be nice to your captive. Heâ€™s very generous for allowing you to tie him up without a fight...â€ they both laughed, and Stanley left.
Manuel looked at Albert. The duct tape was still in his hands, and he was grinning.
â€œHands at your side!â€ he ordered, and Manuel obeyed. Alfred wrapped duct tape around his captiveâ€™s wrists, binding them to his hips. He wrapped them four times. He then bound Manuelâ€™s ankles enough times he would not be able to walk properly, and then took some rope, looped it around Manuelâ€™s hands and then tied it off above his knees. The rope was short and bound very tightly, which forced Manuel into an awkward bend.
â€œIs that uncomfortable?â€ Albert asked Manuel when he finished. Manuel jerked around and said the ties were very tight, but not enough to cut his circulation. Albert helped him walk to the living room, where they were both seated on the leather couch. Manuel took out his Xbox and a copy of Fable 2.
â€œIâ€™m gonna play a round of this, Iâ€™d let you to play, but youâ€™re a little tied up, so...â€ He nodded at Manuelâ€™s hands which were completely unusable. Manuel shrugged. Is that the worst thing Albert had in mind? Not let him play a round of Fable 2? He didnâ€™t even care about Xbox. Besides, Albert was actually a really good player, and watching the game was somewhat fun, even while tied up.
The initially tight restraints wore off over time, and eventually Manuel was able to peel off most of the duct tape. Albert stopped playing and looked at captive friend. â€œI shouldâ€™ve tied you better.â€
Manuel shrugged.
â€œDo you need a washroom break?â€
â€œYeah, sure,â€ to his surprise, Albert helped Manuel remove the duct tape leftovers from his skin. He stood up and stretched his limbs, smiling. â€œThereâ€™s fruit juice in the fridge, if youâ€™re thirsty.â€
â€œThanks,â€ Manuel nodded. â€œWhile Iâ€™m at it, do you have something else I can wear? This Speedo is getting really itchy...â€
â€œNope,â€ Albert interrupted."Wear the Speedo. Be thankful youâ€™re not wearing a thong. Now go have your washroom break before I change my mind.â€ Disappointed, Manuel did as told. â€œIâ€™ll be outside,â€ Albert hollered.
Five minutes later, Manuel joined his captor outside. The Coach had a large backyard with a beautiful swimming pool. Manuel assumed that Albert was going to swim while he would be tied up and forced to watch, so he was pleasantly surprised when Albert asked if he wanted to go in.
â€œYeah, please!â€ The pool looked absolutely marvellous, and he was already wearing a Speedo. I might as well, he thought.
â€œOkay, hereâ€™s the rule: We can go swimming together, but only if youâ€™re tied up. Iâ€™ll make sure you stay safe, so youâ€™ll have to trust me. Kapiche?â€
Manuel had to consider the set-up. He was an excellent swimmer, but he was never restrained in a body of water. The pool was mostly shallow, and there was even the chance he might escape again. He agreed to let Albert tie him up again. This time, Albert wound a single rope around Manuelâ€™s ankles, above and below his knees, around his hips, chest and then his upper arms. He used several lengths of rope for each section to ensure security. â€œYou know, I could still get out of this in a few minutes,â€ Manuel boasted. Albert undid a strip of duct tape, causing Manuel to gulp.
â€œYOU THINK SO?â€ Without waiting for an answer, he placed the strip on Albertâ€™s mouth, gagging him. â€œHands on your dick,â€ he ordered.
â€œHmpff?!â€
â€œPut your hands on your dick, now!â€ This time, Albert shook his captive. Considering Manuel was 8 inches taller and twice as heavy as his captor, he couldâ€™ve wrestled little Albert into submission within seconds if he wasnâ€™t tied up.
If only...â€Squeeze it! Nice and hard!â€ Manuel looked at Albert with pleading eyes, but slowly, he cupped the bulge in his Speedo and gripped it firmly with both hands. â€œYeah! Thatâ€™s it, look at that schlong...â€ Albert wrapped his wrists together and then tied his hands around the waist, forcing his hands together. The bit of slack meant that Manuel could only move his fingers a few centimetres, creating some highly unwanted friction on his groin. Albert wrapped more duct tape on top of the rope, securing the ankles, knees and hands. The upper body remained tape-free excluding the gag, which Manuel was licking and biting vigorously.
â€œI need to go do something. Five minutes, donâ€™t go anywhere,â€ Albert pointed at Manuel and ran inside the house, leaving him tied up by the edge of the swimming pool.
At this point, someone called my cell phone.
â€œHi Alex, itâ€™s Albert. Manuel is at my house now, heâ€™s being held captive...kind of." He added with a snarl.
â€œYou're holding my cousin captive??â€ I said in my most theatrically outraged voice. â€œWhat've you done with him?! Nothing too serious, I hope.â€
â€œNo! Heâ€™s not hurt, in fact he seems to be having fun,â€ Albert chuckled. â€œIf you wanna rescue him, you better come now. I live on 310 Chaplin. Donâ€™t be late.â€
â€œOf course, I wouldnâ€™t want to miss out on the fun. See you soon.â€
â€œIâ€™m back! Sorry about that,â€ Albert lied as he attended his victim again. â€œAre you ready for your dip, or have you changed your mind?â€ Being tape-gagged, Manuel could not properly answer the question so he simply said â€œMm-mmm!â€
â€œAwesome! If this is too scary for you, we can always go back,â€ Albert said surprisingly gently as he let him down the stairs. The water was slightly cool but still incredibly comfortable. Slowly, Manuel submerged himself until he was shoulder-deep inside. Albert was swimming in circles around him, dipping his hair, trying not to splash Manuel. Albert was having so much fun he couldnâ€™t see that Manuel successfully undid his gag with his teeth.
â€œWoah, woah! Who gave you permission to do that?!â€ Albert asked Manuel angrily. â€œYouâ€™re supposed to be gagged!â€
Manuel could not suppress his smile. It was not a difficult gag to undo. Unfortunately the ropes were still tight, being strategically secured with duct tape.
Five minutes later, Albert fished his victim out of the pool, dried him with a towel and prepared him for another position. He was going to tie him against a tree.
Albert untied Manuelâ€™s arms and wrists. â€œYou can let go of your balls now,â€ he said in a deadpan voice. â€œHands above your head,â€ Manuel breathed from relief and did as told. There was a wet spot on his Speedo which he prayed Albert wouldnâ€™t notice.
He didnâ€™t. He was too busy binding his hands together with tape, and then tying them to a branch with tight rope. That rope was fastened with even more tape. There was no way he would escape this. Albert tied Manuel to the tree trunk with three rounds of rope around his chest, which he knotted several times and then looped around his thighs. He checked to make sure the other restraints were still tight. When it was clear that Manuel was not going anywhere, Albert gagged him again. This time he tied a bandana over his mouth and wrapped it with duct tape until it was completely secured. It was a very tight gag.
Albert decided it would be fun to torture his victim a little bit, but for that he needed to cover his face first. He looked around and found his drawstring swim bag, which would make a perfect hood. He came back, pulled the bag over Manuel's head and tied the drawstrings. Deprived of his senses, Manuel had no idea what would happen to him next. Albert decided to process with a tickle attack â€“ beginning on his stomach (especially the bellybutton), then working his way to the chest, nipples, armpits, his thighs...
My mother dropped me off before Albert had a chance to resume his offensive. (I was sixteen at this writing, and still didnâ€™t have my driverâ€™s licence). I rang the doorbell and Albert led me to the patio, where my cousin stood bound and hooded against the tree. With his smooth, muscular seventeen year old complexion, Manuel was a perfect target for such a set-up. I congratulated Albert on his most impressive capture.
â€œIt looks very tight and inescapable, but not too...cruel.â€ Manuel was grunting loudly at the sound of my voice. I looked at the bag hood, untied the strings and removed it.
â€œHey Manny, can you breathe with that thing on your face?â€
â€œHmp-hmp,â€ Manuel grunted thoughtfully. It looked like he was smiling.
â€œI think he likes the swim bag,â€ said Albert hesitantly.
â€œYup, I think he does,â€ I said as I pulled it down on his face again and fastened it. â€œAlbert, I think we should kidnap him. What do you think?"
To be continued...
Last edited by Canuck33 on Fri Jan 06, 2012 7:26 am, edited 5 times in total.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: TUG Invitation (m/m)

Post by drawscore » Fri Dec 30, 2011 9:10 pm

Some thoughts, building on what others have said:
1. SpellCheck is your friend. It will catch most misspellings, so use it. However, it will not distinguish between homophones - words that sound the same. but are spelled differently. (ie: to, too, and two; flak and flack; there, their, and they're, etc.). So, in addition to using SpellCheck, find someone who you trust, and who knows the language, to proofread your copy. A second set of human eyes may catch some things that SpellCheck misses.
2. Line space between paragraphs, and remember that every time the quoted speaker changes, it's a new paragraph. ie:
"Wha'da'ya wanna do today?" Scott asked of his best friend, Doug."
"I dunno." Doug answered. "How about we round up your brother, your cousin, Mark and Ronnie, and Red Jeff, and go out to MacAlpine Manor?"
"Sounds good." Scott said, "But what if we run into Mike Hayworth, and the other kids in his scout troop?"
"Then we ambush 'em, and hog tie 'em real good." Doug laughed.
"Yeah, right!" sneered Scott. "Mike Hayworth, Mike Houghton, and Bill Berville are all a year older than us, and Little Chris is our age. The only one that's younger, is Jimmy Houghton. If the two of us try to take them on heads up, we're gonna get trussed up like Christmas turkeys, and even with Allen, Charlie, Ronnie and Mark, and Jeff, it won't be no picnic."
"Have some faith, baby." Doug smiled. "We'll pick 'em off one at a time."
3. Formal English is fine, but everyday speech is not formal. Have your characters speak the way real people of their age would normally speak. See the example above, and keep in mind that the two speakers, Doug and Scott, are 13.
Hope this helps.
Drawscore

### Re: TUG Invitation (m/m)

Post by Misquamicut » Sat Dec 31, 2011 10:25 pm

I think a single space between paragraphs would be a good thing. But, you don't want too many short paragraphs or lines because that may make the story appear choppy. The theme, andflow of action in this story is captivating. Characters are well developed, too.
I like it! I am calmly waiting for the (final?) chapter.

### Re: TUG Invitation (m/m)

Post by Chase Ricks » Sun Jan 01, 2012 11:52 pm

> The bit of slack meant that his hands Manuel could only move his fingers a few centimetres, creating some highly unwanted friction on his groin.

This could be simplified I believe. Otherwise great continuation.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: TUG Invitation (m/m)

Post by Vortex29 » Wed Jan 04, 2012 8:48 pm

LOL you cant play super smash bros. on the X-box, only on nintendo products
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### Re: TUG Invitation (m/m)

Post by tiedup101 » Sat Jan 28, 2012 2:55 pm

Wish there was more! It is sooo good!
Hey! I'm John! I love bondage! Send me a PM or send me a message at John_9734@yahoo.com! Open to anybody, but more into m/m bondage!

### Re: TUG Invitation (m/m)

Post by italianarg » Fri Feb 24, 2012 10:37 pm

More?