How sincere and how sarcastic that title is depends on how you look at it.
This is, at the moment, my only TUG situation that has occurred not involving Ryan and/or my brother (I shall eventually post something involving the later as I have yet to so far) and as such seemed like it could be worth posting.
This occurred last friday, so it is still pretty fresh in my mind. Somebody my brother works with was going out and, as such, needed a babysitter for their son. My brother declined as he was up to who knows what, but they agreed that I was suitable for the job. I'm still only fifteen but they seemed desperate and I had already babysat for some other people they knew, and of course I was more than happy to be paid for a relatively easy job.
The kid in question was called Robert, and was eight, technically, as he insisted on pointing out, eight and a half. He was a fairly typical somewhat skinny eight year old, with blond bowl-cut hair he seemed fairly embarrassed about, presumably cut by his mother.
I turned up at their apartment and his parents left, leaving me with the typical long list of phone numbers and Robert's bedtime, which would inevitably be ignored. For a while we just watched TV, the bad children's programs of his choice, and he was playing with his father's tablet computing device. At one point he left the room to go the toilet and I decided to sneak a look at what he was doing as he seemed to have been positioning himself so I couldn't see before.
To little surprise, the screen was on an internet browser. To significant surprise, it was filled with a grid of images, the majority of them of people tied up. It quickly occurred to me that it was Google images, with the search term confirming that he had in fact been looking for what had appeared; "Boy tied up". I didn't find it too weird, considering my view on the topic, but I was still fairly surprised. I was also happy that the safesearch setting was relatively high.
Naturally, he walked back in when I was obviously still looking at it. He seemed surprised and a little scared that I had seen what he was looking at, fully aware of how some people would negatively react to it and presuming I would do as such. As I was babysitting and also am not a horrible person I attempted to calm him down.
"So," I said. "You like this sort of thing?" He seemed to calm down at my casual reaction.
"Y...Yeah. It's cool. Tying people up is fun but people are stupid and don't like it. So I look at pictures and pretend." There was a short silence as the hidden message slowly dawned on me. Robert looked up at me and attempted puppy-eyes. "Please can I tie-"
"Fine" I said, cutting him off before he had even finished asking.
He went into another room and came back incredibly excited and holding scissors, a roll of duct tape and a handkerchief.
"Turn around and hands behind you."
I did as he said, and turned away from him, putting my hands together behind my back as I did so. He took the tape and started taping my hands and arms together, struggling to reach in places, then taped my legs together, in both cases using massive amounts of tape.
"Um..." He seemed to have reached the point where my height advantage was severely hindering his process, so I knelt down and sort of purposefully fell on the floor. Taking this advantage, he then taped my arms to my torso then shoved the handkerchief in my mouth and put a piece of tape over it.
He looked down, still incredibly happy about being able to tie someone up, and examined my now taped form. I attempted to struggle, humouring him, and found that a large mass of tape was, as always, fairly effective in restricting my movement. Robert seemed to be revelling in it and for some time he kept me bound as we watched bad TV.
After about an hour and a half he leant down and took off my gag, resulting in me spitting out the handkerchief at his feet. It was already past his bedtime, which he had just noticed, so he started cutting the tape as he spoke. "I guess I have to let you out now. Thanks for letting me tie you up. It was really fun." I managed to rip the last of the tape and started peeling the tape off my clothes. "It was fun from this end too, actually. But I guess now is past your bedtime, and of course babysitters always adhere to those..."
He clearly noticed the sarcasm.
"Nico..." Once again, he seemed to have a request.
"Yes?"
"Can you tie me up? Just for a little while to try it?"
"If you want."
At that, he immediately turned around and put his hands behind his back as I had earlier. I hadn't really bound anyone before but Robert was enjoying it and it was fairly simple. I taped his arms together, wrapping the wrists and then the elbows a lot of times rather than covering the entire arms only two or three times as he had with me. I then did a similar thing with his ankles and knees before going round to his front and putting a few pieces of tape over his mouth, deciding not to use the handkerchief. I then picked him up and placed the gleeful bound child on the sofa and we, once again, continued to watch bad TV. He struggled a little, but what I had done seemed strong enough to hold him. I took off the tape gagging him after a while, but he asked that I kept him tied up, which I allowed. Eventually he ended up falling asleep while bound on the sofa, which was fairly amusing. I took the tape off carefully and carried him into his bedroom, managing to put him down on his bed without waking him up. I compacted all the tape into the smallest bag I could and put it in my pocket, planning to bin it later rather than risk it being noticed by the parents, and figured out where everything he had left out was meant to go, as well as erasing the history on the tablet computer just in case. His parents returned a little later and I returned home. They seemed happy enough and, according to my brother, Robert spoke rather positively, although vaguely, of my babysitting so there might be a chance of further employment in babysitting from them in the future.