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"So, Sam, what do you wanna do?" Tom asked me. We were sitting in his room, the last bit of the day's sunlight trickling in through the window. It was a warm summer evening, and the sun was beginning to sink behind the veil of trees and erupt a burst of pink and purple into the sky. We had both sat down on his bed. I'm Sam - 16, 5'10", slim-but-athletic, with the slight definition of abs peaking through. My friend was Tom - he's very much like me, 16, about my height, similarly slim and athletic (but with slightly better abs), but instead of my thick brown hair, he had short, dirty-blond hair that he gelled up in the front.
Tom was visiting my neighbors (his aunt and uncle) - he had come all the way from the U.K., as he did for a week or so every summer. And every summer, we spent whole days hanging out. He was fun to be around (plus I always really liked hearing his cute British accent), and while we texted each other year-round, I always wanted to see him more.
"I dunno what we should do," I finally said. "What do you feel like doing?"
Tom shrugged. "We can play more video games." We both eyed the TV in front of us, and the Xbox controllers resting on the carpeted floor.
"I mean we can," I said. "But I don't really feel like it."
Tom's eyes seemed to light up. "I have an idea, Sam."
"What?" I said, suddenly interested.
"How would you feel," he said, grinning mischievously, "If I tied you up?"
"Tie me up?" I let out a light laugh.
"Yeah," he said. "And we can see how long it takes you to escape. If you don't want to, we don't have to..."
"No, I want to," I interrupted. Oddly, I found myself getting a little hard. I always had a bit of a fantasy about getting tied up. But this isn't like that, I realized. We're just doing this for fun. Tom is totally straight - I think. After all, Tom and I were pretty normal guys that did pretty normal guy stuff together. We played video games, talked about girls, and we even compared sizes a few times (we were both big, but he was a bit bigger) - but nothing out of the ordinary.
"I'll find some rope," Tom said, leaving the room for a minute. He returned shortly after with some pieces of soft, white rope, a roll of duct tape, and a few pieces of cloth. "Strip to your boxers," he said.
"My boxers?"
"So it's easier to tie you up." He grinned.
"Alright, if you say so," I said, taking off my T-shirt and pulling down my cargo shorts. I was left in nothing except my black, skin-tight boxer briefs and my black athletic socks. I sat on the bed, trying to conceal the slight bulge in my underwear.
Tom glanced at me as he was going through his supplies. I think he noticed I was feeling a little awkward in my semi-nude attire. "Would you feel better if I got into my boxers too?" he said, laughing a little.
"Sure," I laughed.
He stripped down too, first pulling off shirt shirt and revealing his slim, athletic body, defined by hot abs, then slipped off his shorts, revealing his underwear. He was wearing very tight-fitting blue boxer briefs, which bulged with his junk. It seemed like he might've been a little hard as well.
"Lay down on the bed," he said. I did, laying down on my stomach and revealing my butt. "Hands behind your back," Tom ordered. I did as he told, and before I knew it, my hands were bound together tightly with the rope. I tried to get my wrists free, but it was no use. The rope was far too tight.
"What if I can't escape?" I asked.
Tom ripped a piece of duct tape form the roll. "Well," he said, "I guess you'll have to stay tied up, then." And with that, he pulled the duct tape over my closed mouth. I'm not sure why, but I didn't struggle at all for the next few minutes. He tightened my gag with a few more strips of duct tape, then finished it off by wrapping the cloth around my mouth and tying it around my head with a tight knot. I think the purpose of the cloth was to make sure I couldn't get any of the duct tape off.
I let out a, "Mmmmph," playfully through my gag, and Tom laughed.
After that, he tied another strand of rope around my shoulders, then around my ankles, and finally around my thighs, very close to my bulging boxer briefs. And all-the-while, I just let him do it, not struggling at all. I was getting harder and harder.
"Alright, all done," he finally said, backing up and admiring his work. I was still on the bed, my stomach face-down, my butt up, and my face turned towards him. I could see his bulge through his tight undies, now very evident. "Now, try to escape, Sam."
I struggled with my bonds, wriggling around on the bed like a worm, flailing my feet and my arms. But the ropes wouldn't budge.
"You can't escape?" Tom asked.
"No," I tried to say, but it just came out as a cute little, "Mmph."
"I guess I can do what I want with you, then," he said, coming over to me and turning my body over. He looked at my bulge and his eyes widened. "Sam, are you hard?"
I, "Mmmphed," again. I could feel myself blushing. I knew Tom's eyes were fixed on me. I just didn't know what was coming next.
TBC