## TUG invitation - proofread and completed

Post by Canuck33 » Sun May 13, 2012 9:05 pm

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 wasn’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.
‘Manuel, can I please have a moment with you, pal?’ Asked the coach; he did not seem dissatisfied, quite the opposite.
‘For you, I’d give more than a moment, coach,’ he said with a smile.
‘Alright; Manuel, you’re going away very soon, is that correct?’
‘Yeah man, in six weeks’ said Manuel with a suppressed smile. ‘I know I shouldn’t be so happy, I will miss this place and everyone in it, but going to the West Coast will be an amazing experience, I’ll get to meet new people, I hear the UBC dorms host some insane parties...’
‘Yeah, you’ll get to party, that’s for sure! Probably too much if you ask me. Your studies should always come first. But that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.’ He chuckled.
‘Oh?’
‘Manuel,’ Stanley seemed a little uneasy, ‘I’ve known you for a long time, you’re practically an adult, and now that I’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 I’ll understand completely.’
‘Sure, that sounds nice,’ nodded Manuel, ‘I’ve never been to your place. But...what do you have in mind?’ Coach Stanley was married with two children, and Manuel never received a creep 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.
‘Here’s the thing, Manuel. Do you know my son, Albert?’
‘Yeah, he’s in my senior swim group, of course I know him.’
Coach Stanley breathed heavily. ‘Albert likes to tie people up or watch them get tied up. ‘He’s looking for, um, a buddy that he can truss up. Preferably someone older who’s fairly large and athletic, like you...’ he smiled awkwardly. ‘Now, I know this is a highly unusual request, I promise you that there’ll be nothing cruel involved. Albert is a little...strange, but he’s not sadistic or anything. He’s only 13, so I would rather him tie you up rather than someone his age.’ ‘So you want me to let your son tie me up? Why?’
‘Well, 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’ he was talking about me of course. ‘I assumed that maybe you were exposed to these things from your cousin.’
‘Well, he did show me how several rope escapes, I thought they were fun, I even tried a few of them. But I’m not a bondage freak like he is. Alex is trying to be like Houdini.’
‘That’s good! But I have to warn you, there won’t be a lot of escaping tomorrow,’ he laughed. ‘Unless your cousin can teach you ever rope escape known to man before then.’
‘Uh, right; and what do I get in return?’ Manuel inquired.
‘My wife makes you dinner, whatever you like. How does that sound?’
Manuel weighed this. Free food, and the tie-up might even be fun. ‘Sounds good; when is it?’
‘Tomorrow at 5:20, right after your shift and you can drive, right?’ Manuel nodded. ‘Good, because I won’t be there to watch, sorry if that disappoints you’ He chuckled. ‘But I trust Albert and he won’t try anything too fishy. What do you want for dinner?’
‘I like roast chicken and mashed potatoes,’ said Manuel before he walked off. ‘Sure! So be it.’
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 won’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 Stanley’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 husband’s. She must’ve been extremely hot when she was younger, thought Manuel; probably a swimmer too.
‘Hi Manuel!’ She greeted him with a wide smile and handshake. ‘Yes, that’s me, I work as a lifeguard and assistant for Stanley, he wanted Albert to...um,’ Manuel stopped.
Genie laughed, ‘Yeah, he told me all about it. Albert is upstairs, I’m Genie,’ she smiled again and turned to the kitchen, where two large plates with fresh garden salad and mashed potatoes were waiting to be consumed. ‘The chicken is almost ready. You can have a seat and relax’
Stanley showed up at 5:30 pm and immediately sat down to eat. Albert came downstairs without being summoned. He was an averagely shorter, skinny young teenager with pale skin, short black hair and bulging green 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 for his age.
‘Hi Manuel,’ he said to him. Being at the comfort of his own home, he seemed extremely confident.
‘Hey little man, nice to see you,’ Manuel shook his hand jovially and then said to him quietly: ‘We need to talk later. You have some serious issues, man.’ Albert laughed loudly.
‘Boys, please keep your shenanigans to yourself at the food table,’ said Genie sternly, ‘You just eat now, Manuel. I have some yummy pie for dessert. Then Stanley and Albert will take care of you...’ she said with an expectant smile.
The key lime pie was delicious. 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.
‘Manuel, I have something for you,’ Stanley gave him a small, elastic piece of navy blue cloth. It was a Speedo racing brief swimsuit. ‘This is Albert’s old speedo, he only wore for two competitions and that’s it, I bought him a new one later. It’s going to be way too small for you, but you know, that’s the idea.’
Manuel looked at the small suit in fear; ‘You expect me to wear that?! There’s no room for my balls!’
Stanley sighed. ‘Manuel, I’ve played my part, now you play yours. Wear the Speedo. Go change upstairs now.’
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 5’11’’, 165 pounds 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.
‘Uh oh, no, not now,’ Manuel cursed under his breath. The washroom had a full-sized mirror. Manuel looked at himself. He knew why Albert didn’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 competition body was slim, muscular and completely smooth, unfortunately in this suit he looked almost like a gay stripper.
‘Well, Genie will probably think I look hot,’ he said as he walked outside. Albert was also wearing his swimsuit, except his was a black square-cut training suit, the more modest suit that many of the younger boys wore at the swim team.
‘You’re wearing MY Speedo?’ Albert laughed. ‘Oh boy, this is going to be funny. Dude, I know I’m out of line, but you are stiff as a board!’
‘I am not! This is how it looks once you become a man!’ Manuel spat back.
‘What? Really?! Um...WOW, that is impressive,’ Albert was still laughing.
‘Look midget, whatever sick games you have for me, the Speedos are still on. You’re not gonna make me flash your parents!’
‘No! Don’t worry, I don’t want to see your junk...not that I have a choice, when you’re wearing my Speedo. Hey, you’re lucky I’m not gay, because if I was, I’d be doing more than just tying you up!’ Albert spanked Manuel’s shiny Speedo-clad butt with his shirt and yelled, ‘Damn!’
‘Cut it out! Just tie me up and get this over with,’ 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: ‘Okay beotch, let’s get this party started!’
Before the tie-up began, Coach Stanley asked Manuel if he wanted a backrub.
‘You look a little tense, it will help you relax. And you’ll need that.’ Manuel sighed, but didn’t resist at all. ‘Sure, why not.’ Manuel stood in place and allowed his coach to dig his fingers into his neck and shoulder muscles, relieving the tension in them. He only massaged him twice before, before major competitions, usually he didn’t have time for that crap, according to him. But it felt really nice.
‘Dad, can you give me a massage when you’re done?’ asked Albert.
‘Hmm, maybe later; I need to go run some errands, Mom is staying here. Are you boys going to behave?’ He asked and added less firmly. ‘Manuel is going to be a little...tied up while I’m gone. Are you going to be nice to him?’ He smacked Manuel’s back and bade him goodbye. ‘Your back looks good now. Remember Son; be nice to your captive. He’s very kind for allowing you to tie him up without a fight...hahaha.’
Manuel looked at Albert. The duct tape was still in his hands, and he was grinning.
‘Put your hands at your side!’He ordered, and Manuel obeyed. Alfred wrapped duct tape around his captive’s wrists, binding them to his hips. He wrapped them four times. He then bound Manuel’s ankles enough times he would not be able to walk properly, and then took some rope, looped it around Manuel’s hands below the wrists and tied them to the sides of his knees. The rope was short and bound very tightly, which forced Manuel into an awkward bend.
‘Is that uncomfortable?’ 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.
‘I’m gonna play a round of this, I’d let you to play, but you’re a little tied up, so...’ He nodded at Manuel’s hands which were completely unusable. ‘Sorry, man.’ Manuel shrugged. Is that the worst thing Albert had in mind? Not let him play a round of Fable 2? He didn’t even care about Xbox. Besides, Albert was actually a really good player, and watching the game was somewhat fun, even if he was 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. ‘I should’ve tied you better.’
Manuel shrugged.
‘Do you need a washroom break?’
‘Yeah, sure,’ to his surprise, Albert helped Manuel remove the duct tape leftovers from his skin. He stood up and stretched his limbs, smiling. ‘There’s fruit juice in the fridge, if you’re thirsty.’
‘Thanks,’ Manuel nodded. ‘While I’m at it, do you have something else I can wear? This Speedo is getting really itchy, just saying...’
‘Nope,’ Albert interrupted."Wear the Speedo. Be thankful you’re not wearing a thong. Now go have your washroom break before I change my mind.’ Disappointed, Manuel did as told. ‘I’ll be outside!’ 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.
‘Yeah, please!’ The pool looked absolutely marvellous, and he was already wearing a Speedo. I might as well, he thought.
‘Okay, here’s the rule: We can go swimming together, but only if you’re tied up. I’ll make sure you stay safe, that your head is above the water, but you’ll have to trust me, okay?’
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 Manuel’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. ‘You know, I could still get out of this in a few minutes,’ Manuel boasted. Albert undid a strip of duct tape, causing Manuel to gulp.
‘YOU THINK SO?’ Without waiting for an answer, he placed the strip on Albert’s mouth, gagging him ’Hands on your dick, now!’ he ordered.
‘Hmpff?!’
‘Put your hands on your dick, slave!’ This time, Albert shook his captive. Considering Manuel was 8 inches taller and twice as heavy as his captor, he could’ve wrestled little Albert into submission within seconds if he didn’t have to untie himself first. Besides, he was at Coach Stanley’s house, and Alfred was his son, so committing an act of violence was unthinkable.
If only...
’Squeeze it! Nice and hard!’ Manuel looked at Albert with pleading eyes, but slowly, he cupped the bulge in his Speedo and gripped it firmly with both hands. ‘Yeah! That’s it, look at that schlong...’ 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, and when he did, he had to rub his bulge, creating some unwanted feelings. 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.
‘I need to go do something. Five minutes, don’t go anywhere,’ 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.
‘Hi Alex, it's Albert. Manuel is at my house now, he’s being held captive...kind of." He added with a snarl.
‘You're holding my cousin captive??’ I said in my most theatrically outraged voice. ‘What’ve you done with him?! Nothing too serious, I hope.’
‘No! He’s not hurt, in fact I think he’s having fun,’ Albert chuckled. ‘I made him wear my old Speedo which is too tight for me, so you can imagine how it looks on him, and I tied him up pretty nice. If you wanna rescue him, you better come now. I live on 310 Chaplin. Don’t be late.’
‘Of course, I wouldn’t want to miss out on the fun. See you soon.’ He hung up.
‘I’m back! Sorry about that,’ Manuel knew Albert wasn’t sorry about anything, but he didn’t resist when he checked his binds. ‘Are you ready for your dip, or have you changed your mind?’ Being tape-gagged, Manuel could not properly answer the question so he simply said ‘Mm-mmm!’
‘Awesome! If this is too scary for you, we can always go back,’ Albert was surprisingly gentle as he led 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 couldn’t see that Manuel successfully undid his gag with his teeth.
‘Woah, woah! Who gave you permission to do that?!’ Albert asked Manuel angrily. ‘You’re supposed to be gagged!’
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 Manuel’s arms and wrists. ‘You can let go of your balls now,’ he said in a deadpan voice. ‘Hands above your head,’ Manuel breathed from relief and did as told. There was a wet spot on his tight Speedo which he prayed Albert wouldn’t notice.
He didn’t. He was too busy binding his hands together with tape, and then tying them to a branch with tight rope over the tape. 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 finished around his stomach. 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 swim bag. It was a Speedo nylon bag with drawstrings for closure. He came back, pulled the bag over Manuel's head and tied the drawstrings. Deprived of his vision, Manuel had no idea what would happen to him next. Albert decided to proceed with a tickle attack 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 didn’t have my driver’s licence). I rang the doorbell and Albert led me to the patio, where my cousin stood hooded and tightly bound against a tree. With his smooth, muscular seventeen year old complexion, clad only in a tight, shiny, high cut speedo bikini, Manuel was a perfect target for such a set-up. I congratulated Albert on his most impressive capture.
‘It looks very tight and inescapable, and just cruel enough without being excessive.’ Manuel was grunting loudly at the sound of my voice. I looked at the bag hood, and decided to give him a proper hello so I untied the strings and removed the bag from his face. He nodded as if saying hi.
‘Hey Manny, can you breathe with that thing on your face?’
‘Hmp-hmp,’ Manuel grunted thoughtfully. It looked like he was smiling.
‘I think he likes the swim bag,’ said Albert hesitantly. `Yup, I think he does,’ I said. I covered his face again and tied the bag down to make Manuel feel even more helpless. ‘Albert, this looks like a perfect kidnapping. What do you think?’
Albert was just about to answer when we heard thunder, followed by heavy summer rain. Albert and Manuel were still in their swimsuits, and although I was fully dressed, I wasn’t ready to get wet. I just washed my hair with conditioner and it looked so perfect, I wasn’t about to let it get messed up. ‘Hey Albert, your basement,‘ I said coldly.
‘Uh...what do you mean? My basement?’
‘We’re going there, now. And taking HIM with us...hostage,’ I patted Manuel for emphasis. ‘Hmmppff!’ He groaned, more from the raindrops than anything else. It must have been irritating, getting wet while tied up, especially with that stupid bag on his head.
‘Shut up,’ I said and pressed his arm painfully. He stopped making noise.
‘Sure, just let me get my working knife so I can undo the rope. I tied him to the tree way too tight,’ Albert said. I wanted to tell him to hold on, since I was decent at untying knots (I was an escapologist after all) but Albert was already running back in the house.
‘I always knew that kid was a little dense,’ I said, more to myself than to Manuel. Still, he moaned in agreement. ‘Oh, you poor thing!’
Albert returned pretty quickly, and by now my hair was clamping with the rainwater. I was getting annoyed. ‘Gimme,’ I snatched the knife from Albert’s hand before he could protest and untied all the ropes binding Manuel to the tree in a few quick motions. His arms must’ve been slightly sore from having his hands tied over his head. The duct tape remained around his wrists, though. Albert also wrapped five rounds of duct tape around his ankles so he won’t be able to run away (Manuel shaved his legs, so ripping hair when removing the duct tape was a nonissue). ‘Albert, he can’t see. We’ll need to hold him,’ I said to the midget who tied up my cousin. He nodded and gently led him from the right side, and I took his left. ‘Okay Manuel, now we’re going to take you to Manuel’s basement, we’ll need to take some stairs so don’t get ahead of us because you can’t see,’ I explained ‘and don’t you dare take the bag off your head! Otherwise we’ll punish you.’ The swim bag was still tied in place, and with his hand duct-tape, Manuel had no chance of removing it, I just felt like throwing a warning. I was usually the one on the receiving end in tie-up situations, so right now I was really enjoying being in complete control of my older, stronger cousin.
He grunted as we took the outdoor stairs leading to the basement. The door creaked heavily when Albert opened it and turned on the light. There were only ten steps, and Manuel was very co-operative, so the mission was not difficult. Inside, I surveyed my surroundings. The basement had a low ceiling, two doors on each side, a washing machine and drier on the side, concrete floor and an unfinished ceiling. The air was cold and dry from heavy A/C use. One of the rooms had a carpet. There were several windows on each side, and the walls were covered in this brown faux-60’s wallpaper that some middle aged parents seemed to adore.
‘Where are we taking him?’ I asked. ‘The workroom, right over there,’ Manuel pointed to the second door from the left. ‘You can take off his hood, I want him to see where we are,’ he laughed. Reluctantly, I untied the drawstrings and pulled the bag over Manuel’s head. His face was a little red, but his breathing was fine. Manuel had a great set of lungs as a result of swimming, and I wanted to keep his face hooded a little longer, but I comforted myself feeling that Albert had additional tortures in mind.
The workroom was the ugliest room in the basement, the cold concrete floor covered in enough paint stains to make an abstract painter happy. There was a wooden desk with several power tools and saws on one side, and one of the walls had several hammers and other hands tools hanging from it. I hated tools, and this place was making me uncomfortable. There were also rolls of duct tape and a coil of rope on the desk. Aha, now we’re having fun.
The only other mark in this otherwise empty room was a huge, very thick steel hook on the ceiling. It hung low enough I could not walk underneath it within bending.
‘I don’t know what we used this hook for,’ said Albert, ‘it’s been there since I remember. What I was thinking though was to hogtie your cousin and suspend him from that hook, and then maybe have some fun with him. What do you think?’
Manuel clearly disliked the idea, since his eyes went huge and he started moaning violently through his bandana and duct tape gag. ‘Shut up, Manuel. Are you sure this hook is strong enough to support his weight? We’re talking about an adult sized...’
‘Yeah, trust me, I used to watch my dad swing from it,’ Albert recalled. I couldn’t imagine my serious, demanding swim coach hanging off a hook in the wall. He probably yelled ‘weeeeee’ like a kid, too. ‘Aha, so he did that? Are you sure that actually happened, Albert?’
‘Of course I am! Do you think I imagined seeing my dad do that? You think I’m a pothead or something?’ I wanted to say yes, but instead I nodded my head and said, ‘alright, if that’s what you planned all along, let’s try it. First we’ll need to hogtie him.’ With his hands and legs already bound with duct tape, at least we knew Manuel would not be able to escape. However, he did not like the idea of being suspended from a hook in the sealing. He started backing off and running away from us; it was not very effective, since we outnumbered him and we were free, but it made our work harder. `Manuel, stop squirming and getting away, because eventually, we’ll gonna have our way we you. Might as well surrender, buddy,’ I said. He wasn’t listening, of course. Probably he felt betrayed that I’ve agreed to co-operate with his captor. So instead of negotiating, I simply grabbed him and pinned him to the floor with his Albert’s help. He could potentially produce an incredible amount of strength, for someone who weighed less than ninety pounds soaking wet. When Manuel was down, Albert attached the rope over his feet and tied them together. I stopped him before he could start knotting it. ‘You don’t know how to do this,’ I said. Well, that was harsh, but I knew my specialty. When I was satisfied with my knots, I tied the rest of the rope around his hands so every time he moved either pair of limbs, the other pair would respond. I had to wrap it several times around his wrists to cut the slack, and then I knotted it tightly four times. Manuel was effectively hogtied, although not very strictly. Oh well, it will do.
I took the other coil of rope and attached it to the hook. I didn’t even need a chair to do that because the ceiling was so low. I divided it in two and knotted them together because this rope had to be very strong. I doubled checked my work, gave the rope a few sharp tugs, then tried it out by swinging back and forth and holding on like the Tarzan rope our neighbourhood swimming pool. The rope remained stable.
‘You were right,’ I said to Albert. ‘Sorry I doubted you. Okay, let’s string him up! Huah!’ Albert smiled in anticipation, Manuel protested against his bonds. ‘No, no! Bad boy, Manuel!’ I yelled at him like a dog. He looked at me angrily. ‘I’m just kidding. But seriously, stop fighting, because if you’re going to undo your bindings while you’re suspend, you’re going to fall on your face and hurt yourself and I don’t want that.’ Thankfully he stopped moving. I decided it he’s been gagged for long enough, so I pulled the duct tape from his face, making him wince a little, and untied the bandana.
‘How does that feel, dude?’ I asked.
‘I’m thirsty,’ was all he said. ‘Can I have a drink of something? Then I promise I’ll let you do whatever you want.’
‘Well...you’re going to let us anyways, considering your situation you don’t have much choice, but you’re right. I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get you some juice, ok?’ He nodded. ‘Albert, don’t try anything while I’m not here,’ I warned the midget.
I came back with a glass of pomegranate juice and a large chocolate chip cookie. I let my cousin drink slowly, in several sips, and then let him have a bite of the cookie. He chewed, savouring the sweet chips, then took another bite, and then the cookie was gone. ‘Alright, break’s over, time to be used like a swing!’ I said to him. He looked unhappy, but didn’t complain. We attached the ends of the double-strand rope to his hogtie, hooking him in, and reinforced it with lots of duct tape. We stood nearby and stayed alert, so in case our contraption would fail we could grab Manuel before he falls. I told Albert to hold him tightly while I was binding the knots and wrapping the duct tape. I checked everything twice before I gave him permission to let go. He freed my cousin, and let him swing lightly, like a pendulum. Manuel yelled a bit, mostly out of thrill rather than fright or anger.
‘I bet you never tried anything like this before, right?’ I asked him.
‘Nope.’
‘I’m kinda jealous right now, if you can believe that,’ I chuckled.
‘You’re not going to just leave me like this, are you?’ He asked.
‘Oh no, of course not! We just wanted to torment you, but we don’t want to put you in any actual danger? Right, Albert?’ I had to nudge him hard to get an affirmative answer.
Manuel smiled. ‘Mm-Kay.’ He stopped swinging a while ago, so we took turns pushing him, watching him move back and forth in the air.
At this point, Coach Stanley showed up. Manuel noticed him first, and embarrassment turned his face hot red.
‘Boys! That’s quite...well, not what I expected,’ he chuckled, ‘it looks very elaborate. Are you sure it’s safe?’
‘I swung from it,’ I replied, ‘and Albert told me you once did the same thing.’
Stanley smiled a little, and nodded without saying anything. I decided it would be best not to inquire further.
‘Coach, can you let me down now? And get my clothes, please?’ Manuel pleaded. I looked at Albert, and before he could disagree, I asked: ‘He’s been tied up for how long?’
‘I’m not sure, probably two hours, in different positions.’
‘Okay, I think he’s had enough.’ Albert probably would’ve tried to come up with additional elaborate plans, but we concluded Manuel had enough, at least for now, and started untying him by cutting the duct-tape binding his legs and letting him stand. Then, we cut the remaining rope and duct-tape off him; Stanley gave him his clothes back and let him change. Albert thanked Manuel for the ‘fun games’, to which Manuel simply replied with a silent but sympathetic smile. Then he admitted to me that being tied up was a little fun, but he didn’t intend on letting Albert do that to him again anytime soon. Instead, he would much rather watch other people getting tied up. And knowing me, I didn’t mind that at all.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.