About me: I'm a relatively normal guy, or at least what amounts to "normal" these days...I just turned 30 a few months ago, live in a good neighborhood, drive a decent car, and have a good life overall. Anyone who looks at me riding my bike would think "just a regular guy". But beneath that "regular guy" is someone who is in touch with, and embraces, his love of TUGs and bondage.
My early TUGs experences took place in Sunny California in the early nineties. My father was in the Navy, so we moved around a lot when I was a child. This particular house, however, will always hold a special place in my heart. I am 11 years old at the time, just under 5' tall, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Not fat, not skinny, but about average for a boy who plays a bit of baseball in the Summer. I wouldn't go run a marathon but I wouldn't be relegated to the couch either.
One of my neighbors was another Navy family with two kids: Angela and Jeremy. Angela was my age, redhead with green eyes, my height, a tomboy and very friendly. Jeremy was her brother, he was 14, skinny, light brown hair, light brown eyes, and I looked up to him - literally. He was about 6 inches taller than me, since he already started his teenage growth spurt. I would spend lots of time over at their house across the street and they'd spend lots of time over at my place as well.
One warm sunny day, I was barefoot wearing a t-shirt and shorts, catching butterflies when Angela came over. She was wearing cutoff jean shorts and a light t-shirt, her hear was up in a ponytail and she too was barefoot in the warm weather. Angela came over and we were playing cops and robbers, as preteens do, with fake toy handcuffs and jump rope. I would be the cop and I'd chase her, then once I catch her I'd "interrogate" her until she coughed up the information, then we'd switch. Somehow, I always found myself being the robber a lot more often than the cop. I'd "resist" when she tried to place the cuffs on me, and I'd run away from her and try to outrun her. Most of the time I'd actually let her catch me. Well on this day, I was the cop. I had some real rope this time that I had taken from our garage, only about 10 feet but it was enough, in addition to the standard arsenal of plastic handcuffs and squirt gun. I cornered Angela in the backyard against the house and as I began to place her under arrest, out of nowhere she screams "gotcha!" as she whips around me and forces ME against the house! She grabs my hands, forcing them behind my back, and I hear the ratcheting of the handcuffs as they tighten around me, but this time the sound is different and the cuffs are cold. I realize she's got REAL handcuffs! Not the plastic ones we usually use! I didn't know why but I was more exited than normal at this new development.
"Allright, now that the tables have turned, what should I do with you?" she asked. Me showing signs of the smartass I am tell her "Oh I don't know, but I can get out of this no problem" as I begin to thrash back and forth in an attempt to release myself from her grasp. "I don't think so" comes a voice from the back door. I turn towards the sound of the voice and out comes her older brother Jeremy with another pair of handcuffs and some more rope around his shoulder. Needless to say, I can't get away from BOTH of them. Jeremy wraps some loops of rope around my arms and chest while Angela takes the rope that I had and proceeds to wrap it around my ankles, killing any chance of excape I would have. I wriggle and writhe trying to squirm out, but I am no match for the two of them. Jeremy picks me up and carries me into the garage, where there is a couch and small TV. He plops me on the couch on my stomach and then tells his sister "watch this, this is how you tie someone up good".
He takes off the handcuffs around my wrists and forces them to cross. He takes the remainder of the rope that was around my arms and chest and uses that on my wrists, looping the rope over one wrist, under the other, and then reversing direction. Finally when he had about two feet of the rope left he wrapped it around his previous loops and tightened it so tight I could barely move. He took the handcuffs that were around my wrists and shackled them around my ankles, then he un-did the ropes holding my ankles. "That's so he won't think of kicking or getting away" he told his siter with a little snicker in his voice. "I wasn't just thinking of it, I was planning on it" I say, which turned out to be a big mistake. Jeremy tells his sister to retrieve the roll of duct tape that's on the workbench. When she returns with it, jeremy pulls off a strip of it and tells me to pucker up as he places strip after strip of duct tape across my mouth from cheek to cheek. Just when I think he's done, he takes more strips and puts them under my chin, cheek to cheek. I have no way of saying anything but "mmmmfff" and I begin to realize I'm in heaven.
Now that his captive is not mouthing off anyore, he goes back to my cuffed feet. He takes some rope and loops it around my thighs several times and then he brings my ankles down and begins wrapping them with the rope that has immobilized my legs. He ties my ankles together and then he goes 90* and finishes off by tightening the loops around my ankles by looping in between them. I am not going anywhere and I couldn't be happier. He placed the handcuffs back on my wrists nice and tight...not because my wrists needed it, but I'd figure out later it presents a nice visual, tied up AND handcuffed, helpless and unable to escape.
Just when I thought he was done, he takes one final piece of rope, tying one end to my wrists, and wraps it around my ankles and pulls...HARD. I yelp a bit as my ankles and wrists are brought closer together behind my back as my arms are stretched further backwards. "Are you OK"? Angela asks me, with a look of concern in her eyes. I nod my head as Jeremy tells her "he wasn't expecting it, that's all". "Good. Bet he's not expecting this either" she says as she grabs a bandanna and wraps it around my eyes, blindfolding me. She begins to tickle the bottom of my feet with her fingernails. I squirm a bit but then "turn it off" after a few seconds, which makes her brother laugh. "I didn't know he could do that" he says. "Yeah, I wish I could do that too" Angela replies. "I'll be right back" she says to us as she scampers off to go into the house, leaving me and Jeremy alone.
"How are you doing, are you enjoying yourself?" he askes me as he gets a nod in return. He runs his fingers lightly up and down my sides, causing me to breathe in swiftly with the sensation (To this day, that feeling instantly manages to both comfort me and turn me on). He absent-mindedly plays with the bottom of my feet as well as my sides, switching whenever I am succesfful at turning the tickle reflex off.
"Well, I've gotta go" he says as Angela comes back into the garage "see you guys later" he says. Angela comes over and tells me her dad is on his way home, and she proceeds to untie me and remove my blindfold. Once I'm no longer trussed up like a turkey and standing on my own two feet again, she wraps her arms around me, gives me a quick peck on the cheek and whispers "that was fun, let's do it again, without Jeremy next time".
This is my first story so let me know what y'all think, please

