Birthday Party

Postby bakersdozen » Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:25 pm

Ok so this story happened last year at my younger brothers’ 17th birthday party. It was summer time. My parents had gone to our uncle’s house for the weekend and took most of the younger ones with them. The triplets wanted to have some friends over for the weekend for their birthday, so mom and dad asked me to stay home to watch over things. Taylor and Trip were at a friend’s house and Alisha would have been crazy to stay home with all the boys that were going to be there, and Mark was home with us. There were five kids spending the night with the triplets and my friend Brett was there so I wasn’t stuck there all by myself with the triplets and their friends.

So giving you a quick description, I was about 5’7” and with size 8 feet, and I had blond hair. Ian and Crash are identical, both about 5’11” and they had blond hair and size 12 feet. Bennett was about the same size, and he had black hair. Mark was a little taller than me, and he also had blond hair and he wore size 10 shoes. I don’t really remember many of the triplets’ friends, except for Jacob who was the friend from my last story. He was nearly 6’2” with brown hair and a size 12 pair of shoes. Anyway, on to the story.

Re: Birthday Party

Postby bakersdozen » Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:28 pm

On Friday afternoon, everyone else had already left the house. The triplets were waiting on their friends to show up, and I was in the other room. Mark didn’t have anything to do, so he came downstairs and just sat on the couch with them. He wasn’t really doing anything particularly annoying, but you know how it is when you have a younger sibling there. They don’t have to be doing anything to be annoying. He wouldn’t leave no matter what they said, so eventually Ian ran into the other room and walked back in with a roll of duct tape in hand. He gave Mark one last chance to run, but Mark dared him to do it.

Ian and the triplets grabbed him. Mark tried to get away, but he was easily overpowered. He giggled a lot as the other boys started to tie him up. I’m sure it wasn’t his intent to get tied up, but all he wanted was a little attention from his older brothers and I think he was content with what was going on. The triplets pulled him up and dragged him to a kitchen chair. Then they duct taped him into the chair, his arms and legs to the arms and legs of the chair. He protested a little, but he wasn’t going anywhere, and I don’t really think he wanted to.

Then Crash pulled off his black ankle socks and held them up in front of Mark’s mouth. Of course Mark resisted them, but they held his nose closed until he had to open his mouth to breathe and they stuffed the socks into his mouth. Then they sealed them in with several layers of duct tape over his mouth. They pulled his chair into the living room so that they could laugh at him as their friends started coming in. With him satisfactorily out of the way for their party, the boys went back to the couch and started watching TV again.

I walked in to check on them after a while, and just told them all to play nice and not to be too rough on Mark. They all mumbled their agreement and I went back to my work. Their friends started to come in, and everyone had quite a laugh about Mark being tied up right there in the living room. As the kids started to show up, they all surrounded Mark tied to his chair and started to tickle him. It was nothing too terrible, but they all took turns getting at his sides, neck, and the soles of his feet. Through the hour or so that the kids took getting there, he was tickled on and off a lot. Then after a while all the boys got bored and ran upstairs to the bonus room to play some video games.

It was about that time that Brett showed up. He was a little surprised to see my little brother tied to a kitchen chair, but I explained that he had been a nuisance at the triplets’ birthday party. I took a minute to ask if he was ok, and he nodded his agreement. I made him promise to let me know if he needed anything, but he seemed just fine with being tied to a chair by his older brothers, almost like he wished they’d come back. If only he knew he was getting the light stuff.

Re: Birthday Party

Postby Chris12 » Sat Jun 12, 2010 12:01 am

Nothing better then a little brother tied up.

Re: Birthday Party

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat Jun 12, 2010 11:26 am

Chris12 wrote:Nothing better then a little brother tied up.

That's precisely what MY older brother apparently thought when I was growing up. :big: Seems like I was tied up more often than not, if I go only by my memory. But it was still pretty often.
Sounds like you (Chris ANd Bakersdozen) have some large, fun-loving families. I only had the one brother - though my cousins and friends made up for that I suppose. :)
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Re: Birthday Party

Postby bakersdozen » Sat Jun 12, 2010 12:06 pm

ya, i liked having my brothers tied up, but unfortunately more often than not it was me that got captured. all of my younger brothers, even mark and trip, were taller and bigger than me. i could normally take down one of them, but if any more of them teamed up against me i was down. so from time to time i could have my brothers tied up if i was strategic about it, but i was usually the one that got captured. and that brings me on to the next part of the story.

Re: Birthday Party

Postby bakersdozen » Sat Jun 12, 2010 12:11 pm

Brett and I just stayed in the living room to play video games for a while, mostly just to keep an eye on Mark and give him some company. Since he was only 12, and I’d never tied him up before, I wasn’t going to do anything that bad to him. I was just going to let the triplets have a bit more fun with their prisoner. I called up to them and said that the prisoner probably needed a little torturing, and the boys all came downstairs and were happy to oblige. They tickled him quite a bit more, then they expanded a little bit. They pulled up his shirt and put some clothes pins on Mark’s nipples. I made sure it wasn’t too hard, but they were the old wooden kind that weren’t even that strong. They ran for some ice and rubbed that all over his chest and stomach, then dropped a few down his underwear.

His eyes bugged out at that and he started struggling hard again. But it was useless, he wasn’t going anywhere. The boys let him sit there a few minutes, enjoying the freezing ice in his tighty whiteys and the pins on his nipples. They got bored again fairly quickly and asked me if they could go out to the movies. The triplets all had their licenses, but it was getting on 11 and I didn’t really want them out unsupervised and I couldn’t go with them that night. I said I’d prefer they didn’t, but promised we’d go out the next day and see a movie when we could all go together.

The triplets tried to protest, but I told them no and they all went upstairs rather dejectedly. Brett and I stayed downstairs with Mark a little longer. After a while, Brett ran upstairs to check and see what the kids were doing while I checked on Mark again. I took out his gag and asked how he was doing. He wanted some water, but said he wanted to stay tied up. I could tell that it sort of made him feel included with his older brothers. It was getting late so I made him a deal that he could go on to bed now and I’d tie him up again the next day. He agreed and I grabbed a knife to cut off the tape.

It was right about then that Ian and Bennett came downstairs. They saw me with the knife and asked what was going on. I replied that Mark had been tied up long enough and needed some rest. Apparently that was a really bad idea. Ian yelled to the others that I was releasing the prisoner and they came thundering down to the living room. Before I knew it I was on the ground with 3 kids sitting on top of me. Ian stood over top of me and told me that I shouldn’t have tried to be such a party pooper, and since I wouldn’t let them do anything fun, I’d have to be the entertainment myself.

Re: Birthday Party

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat Jun 12, 2010 12:29 pm

Why couldn't I have had younger brothers like yours? *sigh!*
I never got to tie MY older brother; he was too much bigger and stronger than me. He'd let our cousins tie him up occasionally but never let me do so.
But any younger brothers I'd have had would have found me to be a more than willing victim.
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Re: Birthday Party

Postby bakersdozen » Sat Jun 12, 2010 11:00 pm

After that I was quickly tied up. I tried to threaten them, said I was going to get them all once I got out, but none of them paid any attention to me. Ian had them strip me to my grey boxer briefs before I was tightly hogtied and given a dirty sock as a gag. Then he told two of the kids to go back upstairs for the other prisoner. The directed a bound Brett to the living room, stripped like me to his green boxers and with what I guessed was another sock behind some duct tape. I gave him an apologetic look. He seemed a little frustrated about being tied up, but I think he was kind of playing along to keep them entertained. He didn’t seem like he minded that much. At least he didn’t yet. He didn’t know quite how annoying it was to be at the mercy of younger kids.

One of the kids brought a pair of sneakers over and placed them on the ground in front of us. We were instructed to willingly place our noses into the sneakers and sniff them while they took care of Mark. I rolled my eyes, but I knew that my brothers would be even worse if I didn’t comply. I looked at Brett and tried to tell him to just go along with it. He just shrugged and shoved his nose into the shoe. It didn’t smell too bad, but it was still fairly unpleasant.

But then the boys did respect my request and let Mark go to bed. Crash and Bennett cut Mark the rest of the way out. He said he wanted to stay tied up, but he was rubbing his eyes and yawning a lot so they made him go to bed. They grabbed him and took him up to his room. I found out the next morning that they tied his arms loosely to the bed. It was good enough to keep him from going anywhere, but he could still get comfortable. They also stuck a chair under his doorknob just in case he got free. Then they returned downstairs to me and Brett.
We had been obediently sniffing those shoes for a while when they returned. They told us that we were not allowed to take our noses out of the shoe or we’d be punished. That was when they started tickling us.

I’m very ticklish, and I started writhing around, trying my best to keep my face on the shoe. Brett, who didn’t take them too seriously, started jumping around when the tickled him, not even trying to stay on the shoe. He was given another chance and I tried to warn him that he shouldn’t mess with them, but he didn’t listen to me. He disobeyed again, not even smelling the shoe at all. Then Ian decided to show him that I was right. It wasn't a good idea to disobey them.

Re: Birthday Party

Postby Mr.B » Sat Jun 12, 2010 11:47 pm

haha! This is indeed getting more and more exciting!! Please do continue! :big:

P.S. If it's possible, try to be a little more detail when you describe how each of the "prisoner" is tied up (like you've done in the 2nd post).

Re: Birthday Party

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Jun 13, 2010 5:57 am

He didn’t know quite how annoying it was to be at the mercy of younger kids.
YOU didn't seem too annoyed. :roll:
I wouldn't have been annoyed at all.
Excellent story. Please continue. :big:
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Re: Birthday Party

Postby bakersdozen » Sun Jun 13, 2010 6:45 am

It did indeed get much "better" after this...though I have to say it was getting worse and worse for me. And yes, trust me I was way more than annoyed. I usually much prefer tying, but as I said, I'm way to small to fight hardly anyone off. So I usually get annoyed just by being tied up, and being tied by younger kids makes it even worse. I was just smart enough to comply with their demands, since I knew just how terrible Ian and the others could be. Since you'd enjoy it so much, I'll tell my younger brothers to come find you next time Jason. :quirk:

But anyway, back to the story. I'm sure all of you will enjoy it a lot, because later that night Brett and I were tied in the worst bondage we'd ever been tied in our whole lives, but that's getting ahead of myself.



All eight of the boys dropped what they were doing and surrounded Brett. Ian kicked off shoes and held his black socks in front of Brett’s face. Brett pulled back, trying to get his nose away from Ian’s nasty foot. But then someone knelt down and grabbed Brett’s head and held it still. Brett tried to wriggle out of his grip but he wasn’t going anywhere. Then Ian sat down and started rubbing his feet all over Brett’s face. Brett was screaming into his gag and trying to get away as much as possible, but he had no choice but to lie there and take it.

Then Brett got extremely upset when one of the boys pulled out a camera. They took a few insurance pictures of Ian’s feet in his face while he’s tied up, just to ensure our cooperation later. After Ian was finished using his feet against Brett’s face, then Crash sat down and took his turn. He started rubbing his white footie socks over Brett’s face too. He spent several minutes there, and then turned Brett over to someone else. All eight of the boys spent about 10 or 15 minutes each rubbing their socked or bare feet all over Brett’s face and forcing him to inhale the gross smell. When the last one got up, Brett just had a defeated and miserable look on his face. I think he was finally starting to realize just how bad these “little kids” could be.

Jacob, who was the last one to torture Brett, then got up and brought everyone’s attention back to me. He told them all that Brett had been tortured plenty and I looked disappointed that I had been left out. He grabbed one of the dirty sneakers and put it on Brett’s nose, tying the laces behind his head and then they secured it in place with several pieces of duct tape. Then they all turned around and looked at me.
I struggled as hard as I could to get away, but it was useless. I wasn’t going anywhere, and those kids really wanted to torture me some. Just the same as Brett, my head was held perfectly still while each of the boys took turns rubbing their nasty feet all over my face. I tried to pull away, but it was no use. I spent the better part of an hour and a half suffering at the feet of all of these 17 year old boys, and there was nothing I could do about it. I also couldn’t stop them from taking pictures of me, just like Brett. But then it was finally over.

I think they were tired of us, so after they were finally done, I was done up like Brett. The extra shoe was placed on my nose and the laces were tied around the back of my head, then it was secured with duct tape. The boys ran and got some ice to put down our underwear, then pushed us on our sides and got some of those really strong black paper clips which they attached to our nipples. If you know the kind that I’m talking about, you know how much those things hurt. Brett and I both screamed in pain behind our sock gags.

Finally done with us, the boys picked me up and carried me up to the bonus room, splitting me and Brett up. It was getting pretty late, nearly 2 in the morning, so by then the boys were all starting to get ready for bed. Half of them were sleeping in the living room with Brett and the other half stayed with me in the bonus room. I was told to get comfortable and I laid there for nearly an hour before I finally drifted off to sleep.

Re: Birthday Party

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Jun 13, 2010 7:09 am

Since you'd enjoy it so much, I'll tell my younger brothers to come find you next time Jason.

Unfortunately for me, I know you're only joking. Seriously, I wish you were serious! As long as your brothers are now legal age (as I assume if they turned 17 LAST year) so that no one mistakes me for a pedo, I'd be more than happy to replace you as their favorite playtoy. You could even join them if you wanted. You'd be doing me the hugest favor imaginable. Sorry if that sounds a bit pathetic (as I'm sure it seems to many reading this), :oops: but if you've read MY stories at all and realize that I've experienced nothing like it in too many years, maybe you can understand a little why I miss it so much.
Oh well... I can at least dream about it.
Is there more to this story? I hope so. You write very well and I enjoy reading about your own 'adventures'. A vicarious enjoyment is better than none at all. :)
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Re: Birthday Party

Postby bakersdozen » Mon Jun 14, 2010 6:38 pm

I awoke in the morning to someone slowly stroking my feet, causing me to jump around like crazy. I looked around and saw Bennett and two of their friends tickling my feet mercilessly. After I had woken up, they cut me loose from my bonds. They pulled the shoe off my nose and let me spit out the nasty sock gag. They pulled me up to my feet and let me go to the bathroom. Then I was taken downstairs and given a quick breakfast. I saw Brett had also been released but he was also being guarded by some of the other boys.

After I finished eating I told the kids to let us go, that their fun was over. I could tell that Ian had sort of assumed command of his squad of evil little hooligans and he told me that their fun was only just beginning. He said that Brett and I had better get used to being tied up if we didn’t want the pictures from the night before getting all over facebook and around to everyone at our college. I truly preferred for those pictures to remain off the internet, so I reluctantly agreed to do whatever they said. Brett tried to resist a little bit more, but he eventually agreed as well, finally figuring out that they were serious about everything. So with our cooperation assured, the boys then directed us to the living room.

They grabbed some rope and simply and effectively tied our hands behind our backs, but we were otherwise left untied and we weren’t gagged. I should have seen where they were going, but it’s not like we had any choice. Brett and I were instructed to kneel down in front of the couch and two of the boys sat in front of us. They each put one socked foot up in the air in front of our faces and I knew I had been right. They instructed us to remove their socks with our mouths. Of course we both immediately protested, but Ian told us to that we’d obey if we didn’t want to end up the laughing stock of nearly everyone that we knew.

I knew that he was serious, so I reluctantly leaned forward and pulled his white crew socks off with my teeth. I spit them out on the floor, and then he told me to lick the bottom of his feet. Of course I hated him for it, but I stuck my tongue out and licked up the bottom of his feet from his heel all the way up to his toes. I licked them up and down until I was told to move on to his toes. I had to run my tongue in between all of his toes for a while, and then he told me to suck on his big toe. I brought it into my mouth and just sucked on it until he told me that I could stop. But we weren’t nearly done yet.

Brett and I had three more kids each whose feet we had to lick and suck on and all around worship. That was probably the worst hour of torture that I had ever had to endure. But I knew I had to do it if I wanted my dignity in tact (ironic I know). So as Brett and I suffered through that awful torture, Ian and Crash ran upstairs to check on Mark. He’d been left loosely tied to his bed all night. They went up and released him, then brought him downstairs. He was fed and let go to the bathroom. Then after that he was just duct taped to the chair again.

The triplets didn’t want to do anything that’d hurt or upset him, but they still wanted to include him in their games. So they just left him tied there so he could watch them as Brett and I licked their feet. I could tell he was quite enjoying the sight of us being forced to humiliate ourselves at their feet. Then when we were done with all of them, Mark told them that he didn’t want to be left out. Ian agreed and cut both of Mark’s feet free. Then Brett and I were both given one of Mark’s feet and we had to do the same for him. We licked his feet all over, and then were forced to go in between his toes same as everyone else had made us do. And after we were done with Mark, we were finally allowed to stop.

Re: Birthday Party

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Jun 14, 2010 9:23 pm

Judging by this and your story captured by the freshmen, your brother has quite a foot fetish. :twisted: Has this been something you have been forced to endure frequently or just on special rare occasions like these?
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Re: Birthday Party

Postby bakersdozen » Tue Jun 15, 2010 6:52 pm

hahaha. yes, i think my brother really does have a foot fetish. and for that matter, i do too. :big: i just play it up a lot that i hate it. i do really like feet themselves, but i don't particularly like the taste of feet and it is quite humiliating to be tied up with your brother's feet in your mouth. what was even worse was several times that ian got particularly embarrassing pictures that i was unable to delete, and he forces me to do stuff without even being tied. its bad enough to be forced to suck on your brother's feet, but to be forced to lean down willingly and untied and do it, is possibly the worst thing you could ever do.

and pretty much i just write about the particularly interesting TUGs on here. we've had tons of other small ties, that usually just involve getting tied and left for an hour or so, but not really much torture. when we do anything more than that, it does normally end in me being forced to smell/lick/suck on everyone else's feet. so i do suffer through that kind of thing on a fairly regular basis.

i have gotten revenge on my brothers and friends that have done that to me before, and made them do the same to me, only i think its much worse for them. besides ian, i'm pretty sure that all of them hate feet, besides using them to torture me with. anyway, i always get off rambling on some tangent like this. let me get back to the story.

Re: Birthday Party

Postby bakersdozen » Tue Jun 15, 2010 6:59 pm

So finally after about 2 or so hours of that torture, Brett and I were finally allowed to stop. My mouth felt and tasted so disgusting. I was already sick of being tied up by those stupid younger kids again. I think after that, they had decided that we’d had enough feet, so they were going to let us stop and rest. But of course that didn’t mean going free.

The ropes on our hands were checked to be sure that they were tightly tied and weren’t coming loose. Then some more rope was tied around our bare feet, and we were pulled into a tight and restrictive hogtie. Brett and I were then both rolled on our sides and pushed together so that my face was in his crotch and his was in mine. Another bit of rope was added around our necks that prevented us from moving away, keeping our faces less than an inch away from the other’s crotch.

I yelled my protest, but they just ignored me. Ian told me to shut up and said that I was lucky I wasn’t gagged, but they decided to go to the mall to hang out for a while so they didn’t want to risk leaving us gagged. They also wanted to make sure we could get out, just in case anything went wrong, so Ian went over and released Mark from the chair. Ian threatened him with a whole day of endless tying and torturing if he let us free while they were gone, unless it was a real emergency. Ian told Mark that he could have some fun with us while they were gone, but he wouldn’t even think about letting us out or else he’d spend an entire day doing nothing but licking their feet. Mark, afraid of what’d happen to him, quickly agreed.

As soon as they left, I started begging Mark to let me and Brett go, but he was terrified of what the triplets would do if he let us go. I promised to keep him safe from them, but he just pointed out that they had already overpowered me this time, so how could I keep him safe from them later. I had to agree with him, so I just shut up after that. I asked him what he had in mind for us, and he replied he hadn’t really thought about it yet. He didn’t have much experience in TUGs, so he just decided on a little tickling. He had both Brett and me gasping within a few minutes, which was kind of unfortunate considering that every time he wiggled, his crotch came closer and closer to touching my mouth until finally every jump made contact.

Mark quickly got bored and then just went up on the couch to watch TV for a while, leaving Brett and I tied there on the floor. We struggled a bit, but the bonds were well tied, and also struggling meant that our faces and mouths were getting treacherously close to touching each other’s crotches. Eventually we just stopped trying to struggle and just talked.

Brett expressed how extremely unhappy he was with the situation and he blamed me for getting him roped into it as well. I told him that it wasn’t my fault that my brothers decided to act like complete jerks (I used some much less appropriate words at the time), and he kind of should have expected it since my house ended up being the place where most of the TUGs took place. He did agree with me, but he told me that he'd much rather have been the tier this weekend. I told him that unfortunately we’d just have to ride out the storm and we’d get revenge later. We just had to wait for the perfect opportunity to get it. Just for Mark’s benefit I added we’d have to get revenge on him too, but apparently he was more afraid of the triplets than my empty threat.

So anyway, we were stuck in that position for nearly 3 hours before the group of kids returned. Three of their friends had gotten calls from their parents to come home, but the others had gotten permission to stay another night. My parents were going to be home until Monday night either, which left them plenty of time with us. Ian retied Mark to the chair, after thanking him for not letting us go. Ian playfully rubbed his sock on Mark’s face, reminding him of the threat that he'd made early about endless foot torturing, but then he left him be. They returned their attention to us and went back to some real torture. And the next thing they did to us was quite possibly the worst tie I'd ever experienced and doubt that I've experienced much worse.

Re: Birthday Party

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Jun 15, 2010 8:45 pm

Thanks for the detailed personal reply. I at least didn't consider it rambling - though I can't speak for anyone else's reaction to it. :big:
Of course, I do a hell of a lot of rambling myself, so I'd be the last to complain in any case.
Still enjoying your story very much, including the WAY you tell it. Hope to hear more soon.'
Would like to hear a story when YOU get the upper hand (and keep it), if there ARE any such stories to tell anyway. :mrgreen:
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Re: Birthday Party

Postby tiedup101 » Sun Jun 20, 2010 1:11 pm

More!! Please!
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Re: Birthday Party

Postby bakersdozen » Tue Jun 22, 2010 8:08 am

Actually, there were a few times that I did get the upper hand. It wasn't all that often, since I always got overpowered if it was a straight out struggle, but if I ever had some help, or if I was able to plan everything out pretty well, I could usually capture whoever I was trying to get at the time. In fact, Brett and I actually did get all of the other boys at the birthday party later on, with a little help. Though it was after quite a lot more of some terrible embarrassment on both of our parts (but some pretty nice stuff at the same time). :D But anyway, that's all coming up really soon. On to the story!



So by then there were only five captors left. There were my three brothers, Jacob, and another kid. I think that his name was Will. They untied our bonds and pulled us to our feet. I asked when they were going to let us go, but Ian just laughed at me. Brett and I were told to face one another and we did as we were told, not quite sure what was going on. They started up around our shoulders and moved down, wrapping us up in duct tape. Our bodies were forced together tightly, making us press up against each other face to face. We immediately knew what was going to happen to us then, but there was no chance for us to get away. They quickly taped us together until they got down to about our waists and then they stopped. Then I realized what they were going to do next just a second before my briefs were yanked down.

I had been naked before, in front of my brothers and in front of Brett, but there were other guys there that I didn’t really know, and it made matters worse that Brett’s boxers had been removed too. But by then it was too late for us and the kids continued to wrap us up in tape on down the body, and when they started going below the belt it made everything get so much closer and tighter between mine and Brett’s bodies. It was the worst tie that I’d ever been in up until then, and I’ve still never been in anything worse than that. But they kept the tape coming tightly all the way down our legs until they got to our ankles. Ian and the others stepped back and laughed so hard at our predicament. At least someone was enjoying what was happening.

Two of them grabbed me and Brett and carried us back upstairs to the bonus room. They snapped a few pictures of us like that, and then moved on to even worse tortures. Basically mummified in duct tape, we were only able to move our heads and wiggle our toes. So Ian sat above us and told us to kiss. Brett and I immediately told him some choice words, but we weren’t in much position to argue, and he once again threatened us with the pictures. I was really beginning to hate the invention of the camera.

But without much of a choice, me and Brett just closed our eyes and went in for a quick kiss. Ian told us that wasn’t nearly good enough, and we’d have to do much better than that. Brett and I had a quick discussion, trying to decide whether this was worth it. I sure didn’t want any of those pictures to get out, and Brett said he didn’t either, so we really had no choice. I squeezed my eyes shut, as if that would make things better, and then moved in for the kiss.

Our lips met again and we held the kiss out longer this time. We were about to pull apart, but Ian and the others told us to keep going. We kept going, and I even felt Brett’s tongue venture a little close to my lips, so it basically turned into a make out session (and I noticed just how excited Brett was starting to get). I saw the flash of the camera and knew that our fates were sealed. We were going to be basically slaves to these boys as long as they felt like blackmailing us with those pictures. This was turning into a really bad day.

Anyway, we were forced to keep kissing for another ten minutes or so before Ian finally let us stop. He told us that we’d done well, and he had plenty of blackmail material to use against us. I angrily cussed at him, which earned me a light slap on the face. I quickly shut up and just resigned myself to my fate. After that, it was starting to get late and Ian went down to check on Mark again, who was still left tied to the chair. Ian took him to the bathroom then tied him down to his bed once again. He returned to us a few minutes later and told us that he hoped that we like each other a lot, because if not we’d be getting to know each other really well.

He flipped off the light, the boys wished us good night, and they all laid down. Then, as uncomfortable as I was tied up naked against my naked best friend, I managed to drift off to sleep.

Re: Birthday Party

Postby bakersdozen » Tue Jun 22, 2010 8:22 am

Later in the middle of the night, I woke up to something lightly tickling my feet. I couldn’t see anything as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, but I heard Brett telling me it was only him. I asked him what he was doing and he told me that he was playing with my feet. We laid there for a few minutes before I started absentmindedly playing with his feet back, not really paying attention.

Nothing else happened that night, but Brett and I talked after this weekend was over and we decided that we had both kind of liked some of what happened. We agreed that we were both curious and that we wanted to experiment a little bit. So after that I invited Brett over a few more times for us to hang out. We tied each other up a lot, we made out a few more times, and even went a little bit farther on one occasion. After a month’s worth of experimenting, I decided it wasn’t really for me (even though I had fairly enjoyed our relationship) and I remained a straight boy, but Brett officially came out and is now in a relationship with some guy.

So anyway, I know that was way off topic from the current story, but it was just an important part of that night. If anybody wants to hear about any of mine and Brett’s games together after that, just let me know and I can post some of those. But anyway, back to this story, Brett and I eventually fell back asleep, and woke up to find one of the most bizarre twists to this story yet.

Re: Birthday Party

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:54 am

As far as I'm concerned, none of this was off topic. I am thoroughly enjoying this story.
I was occasionally tied to one or another of my friends during my high school years and left that way for hours or overnight, but never against my wishes or those of the one I was tied to - except may be the first time when I didn't know any more than you what was coming up. The first time was a total surprise of course but for me a much more pleasant one than it apparently was for you.
I love your brother Ian's devious imagination. I still say I wish I'd had a younger brother like that. :twisted: Fortunately, my cousins made up for it even though they were older than I was... they were the ones who set up the same situation for me you just described for yourself with MY best friend at the time; Rusty. However, unlike you with Brett it was hardly the first time for either of us so we had no objection at all (well, I didn't; Rustywas mad as Hell), even though they tortured us more before leaving us alone. :big:
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Re: Birthday Party

Postby bakersdozen » Thu Jun 24, 2010 3:44 pm

Ok, if you got tied to your friend like Brett and I got tied, that's a story that I want to hear. Make sure you post that some time.


In the morning, I woke up on my own and was surprised that we hadn’t been tortured yet. By the light I thought it looked like it was late morning. I looked around trying to find out what was going on, and that’s when I saw Will lying on the floor a few feet away from us.

His hands and feet had been bound with rope and he was tied in a tight hogtie. He also had what appeared to be a sock behind several pieces of tape. He saw me awake and mmphhed at me. I shook Brett awake and then looked around some more. Then I saw the triplets, also tied up and gagged, lying on the couches. They had been duct taped up, their arms and legs wrapped up in layers and layers of tape. I was thinking that Jacob must have turned on all of his friends, but then I caught sight of his feet sticking out from behind the couch, which I’m assuming were attached to a bound body.

When Brett came around, he looked at what had happened. We were both extremely confused and were discussing the situation, but as we lay there talking, the rest of them started to wake up too. I heard a chorus of mmphhs start up around us, and I told everyone to shut up. I started to ask what was going on, but then I stopped realizing what must have happened. Then Mark walked through the door which confirmed my suspicions.

I asked him what was going on and he replied that while the boys had been gone he’d snuck a small pocketknife into his pocket. When he was tied to the bed again the night before, he slipped it out and cut the ropes off. When he found the door jammed with the chair, he went to the window and climbed out onto the roof and walked around to my room. He got back inside and was home free. Then he thought he’d exact some revenge.

He came into the bonus room and saw all of the older kids sleeping soundly. He made his way around quickly gagging and tying up each one, none of them being able to escape by the time they woke up. All of the boys started to angrily mmph at him, but none of them were going anywhere soon. I had to admit that though Mark was a lot younger than the rest of us, he was an extremely smart and clever boy. I asked him what he planned on doing with me and Brett. He didn’t answer at first, making us think that we were going to be left tied together naked, but then he agreed that he’d let us go since we’d been tied up for so long.
Mark grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the two of us out. Brett and I pulled away from each other, glad to finally be done with the naked tied. We went downstairs to grab our clothes and get dressed. I finally ran to the bathroom and then Brett, Mark, and I met down in the kitchen to discuss what we were going to do with our new prisoners. Unfortunately for poor little naive Mark, he was going to be joining them soon.

Re: Birthday Party

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Jun 24, 2010 8:50 pm

"Ok, if you got tied to your friend like Brett and I got tied, that's a story that I want to hear. Make sure you post that some time."

I definitely will eventually, but it will be a while. It didn't happen the first time until spring or summer of 1971(I will have to look up exactly when; I kept a diary of everything, which is what I have been using for references to keep things straight while writing my own Tugstory), and I want to finish detailing the summer of 1970 in my current Tugstory first. But, provided my stories don't bother too many people in the meantime, I will definitely be writing about that incident, which (among many others) I will probably chronicle under the title "Captive of my Teenaged Cousins: The High School Years". :twisted: I still have a few chapters to go with my current story though, which has plenty of bizarre incidents of its own. :mrgreen:

"Unfortunately for poor little naive Mark, he was going to be joining them soon."
Oooooo, what an evil, ungrateful bastard you must be! :twisted: Hehehehehehe! I am so loving this story! :big:
You, Chris12, xtc, and Barefootethan (who I wish would come back to writing HIS stories) are by far my favorite story writers on this site!
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Re: Birthday Party

Postby tiedup101 » Sun Jul 04, 2010 12:46 pm

Pleasecontinue! I can't wait to see what you do to them all!!!!
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Re: Birthday Party

Postby bakersdozen » Sat Jul 17, 2010 6:19 pm

hey guys, so sorry i've been out, but my computer crashed a while back. i've only just gotten back on it and recovered my stories which were all on there. i'll start writing again real soon. promise.

Re: Birthday Party

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat Jul 17, 2010 8:07 pm

Welcome back. we missed you. :big:
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To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Birthday Party

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat Sep 11, 2010 8:38 pm

And apparently we're still missing you! *Sigh!* :?
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Re: Birthday Party

Postby Scottstud94 » Sun Sep 12, 2010 6:45 pm

An... Interesting story

Re: Birthday Party

Postby fratboydanny » Mon Sep 13, 2010 7:14 am

love this story. like Jason, i sure wish i'd have had a younger bro to take control like this. and, count me in for wanting more info on the things you and Brett did. also, you write that Brett "knew most of the tugs in the neighborhood went on at my house." how did Brett and you first engage in tugs?

Re: Birthday Party

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Sep 13, 2010 8:52 am

It was a wonderful story and also a great experience. Thanks!

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I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!