Second Experience with my Friend from College

Postby donatello » Mon Apr 25, 2011 7:39 pm

Hey everyone,

For those of you who have read my last post and have been waiting for the sequel, you shall wait no longer! (at least for the first part, below. It's fairly long and I don't have time for all of it at once! More on the way...) Enjoy!

This story is the follow-up to my previous story, "Bondage with a friend from college." It happened a little while after the first story. If you remember, my first experience occurred in my room; I told my friend I thought it would be fun if we had more room - you know, it would make it more interesting. So we waited until his parents went out of town. We were both really busy with school at the time, so we only had a couple of hours. But here's what happened.

I put my "bondage box" where I keep all my tie-up related stuff in my car trunk when I went to school that morning, then after class and work that evening I headed to my friend's house. I rang the door bell and he opened the door.

"Hey," I said. "What's up?"
"Not much," he said. "Just trying to work on my end of semester projects. It's hard to make progress, though." He was an artist and therefore didn't have much homework and never had tests, but that meant the projects at the end of the semester were huge and always stressed him out.
"I guess I came at the right time then," I told him. "Now you can take a break from your projects and think about something else. Who knows, maybe doing about something else for a while will get your creative juices flowing."
"Doing something else?" He asked, with raised eyebrows. "Who says I'll be doing something else? I'll have plenty of time to work on my projects while you're struggling on the floor."
I gave a short laugh, trying to hide the fact that I was blushing.

"Speaking of which, why are your clothes still on?"
I blushed even deeper. Then, with James still watching, I stripped off my shirt and jeans.
James gave me the once over and said, "different color this time, huh?"
I blushed again. I had decided to wear the same speedo-like briefs as last time; at the time I was humiliated, because I hadn't expected James to make me take off my clothes - so when he made me strip to my underwear I was super embarrassed that I had chosen to wear them that day. But, having ample time to prepare for this occasion, I somehow convinced myself to wear them again - after all, being reduced to so little clothing was a pretty big turn-on the first time. Only this time they were black, not red, which James had apparently noticed. What he really noticed, of course, was that I chose to wear them a second time.
"I see," he said, knowingly. "So you like being tied up naked, huh?"
I didn't respond. Saying nothing amounted to concurring, but I couldn't bring myself to admit it to him verbally.

James walked over to the dining room table where I had placed the bondage box and opened it. After rummaging a little and grabbing a few items, he turned back around. I stood there, hesitant, almost naked, and nervous, wondering what he was going to do. He brought a chair from the table over to the middle of the room, set it down, and said, "sit down on the chair." I did so, and he began to tie my hands behind the chair back. Then he tied my wrists to the back of the chair, near where it joined the seat. After that, he proceeded to tie each ankle to the chair leg nearest it. I could feel myself slowing getting turned on, and tried to fight it. I could feel the air on my whole body, though; being made helpless with so little on was such a thrill, it was even better than my first experience.

After tying me up, James left the room. I wondered if that was all he had planned for me (not that I was complaining), and could hear him opening the back door to let his dog out into the yard. I tried my bonds; they were pretty tight, but I could sense a little slack in the wrists that I knew I could exploit with enough patience and time. I didn't get the latter, however, because James came back in the room soon thereafter.

I was facing the opposite side of the room, so I couldn't see him enter, I could only hear the swish of his jeans as he swiftly approached. He totally surprised me by walking straight up behind me and without saying anything whipped a cloth over my eyes and tied it behind my head. My helplessness was instantly multiplied by a factor of ten. Not only was I unable to see what James was doing (and thus prepare myself mentally for what I knew was some creative 'torture' of James'), but nearly my whole body was naked and exposed to whatever he had in mind. All of a sudden I could feel every square inch of my bare skin as if every hair was standing on end.

I didn't dare ask what he was going to do - I knew he wasn't going to tell me, and I didn't want to betray how anxious and nervous I was, or how exposed I felt. So I just sat there and waited in blind suspense. He didn't make me wait too awfully long.

I heard him retreat out of the room, and sat waiting, straining to hear him return. Then, out of the blue, I felt a cold, wet, slimy something drawn across my bare chest, up near my right shoulder. I flinched hard, cringing against the cold, unknown something. I really had no idea what it was. Was it food of some kind? Or some kind of lotion or cream? My thoughts were interrupted by another jab of the same sensation: something cold, oily, and wet being dragged briefly across my body, this time right near my armpit.

I have terrible sensitive and ticklish armpits, I must add, and my flinch this time was quite violent. I also couldn't help letting out a spontaneous, "Aaaghh!" as my body jerked away, trying helplessly to protect itself from the unwanted slimy intrusion. I heard James chuckle in delight. The jabbing and slimy dragging continued, punctuated by an unpredictable pause and silence so I had no idea when the next strike would come. With each attack I let out an increasingly desperate complaint, ranging from "ooh" and "aaahh!" to "stop it!" and - James' favorite - a helpless, pleading whimper.

He moved down my ticklish and sensitive side and also out across and down my chest. He was moving slowly but unmistakably towards my right nipple - another source of sensitivity and embarrassment. I have (at least by my estimation) fairly large and very sensitive nipples, which I have always been embarrassed to show off to others. So the thought of having James paint whatever it was he was using on my nipples was the source of a fair amount of anxiety and more than one desperate whimper as he approached.

Then, out of the blue, and after a particularly long pause, he nailed it right on the tip. I let out a loud "Aaaaahhh!" and twisted away violently. Delighted at such a fantastic response, James began an unrelenting attack on my right, then my left, nipple. I twisted and squirmed, struggling against all the ropes tying me to the chair, but of course it didn't work. There was nothing I could do to stop the merciless, unpredictable stabs of slimy cold on one of the most sensitive parts of my body. By a couple of minutes in, I was begging James loudly to stop.

James began laughing uncontrollably, and after a while he left my nipples alone. Instead, he just moved down my body to my bellybutton - arguably even more sensitive and vulnerable than my nipples. Whatever it was he was using, it had a fairly hard, narrow tip, and he thrust it suddenly into my bellybutton and dragged it around. I laughed and squirmed, trying desperately to throw him off, but the cold tip remained, agitating my sensitive spot relentlessly for what seemed like 10 minutes, leaving its slimy cold residue behind.

"Aaahh! God! Stop! Ohh, please!!" I moaned helplessly, trying to control my instinctive impulse to flinch violently. I just couldn't. I couldn't help myself one bit. Finally, he relented; I was breathing heavily amid fits of laughter and fearful apprehension. The blindfold kept me in the dark and made the whole body ten times as sensitive; it was almost unbearable.

I suddenly felt the cold tip on my inner thigh, right below my underwear and right up against my crotch. Again, I flinched violently. James seemed to know exactly where all my sensitive spots were. Unbelievable! James laughed again, striking the jackpot for the third straight time. I couldn't bear the feeling of his oily something or other right between my legs next to my crotch. And worst of all, this whole exercise had me totally turned on, and he was focusing his attention on exactly that part of my body! I was totally humiliated, the more so because each time he struck reminded me of how naked and helpless I was. I couldn't even see what he was doing, or how my body now looked after all this. After an unbearable length of time, he finished around my junk and began 'painting' or whatever it was he was doing all over my chest, shoulders, stomach and legs. He must have been at it for 20 or 30 minutes before relenting. Then he untied my hands from the chair and removed my blindfold. There was James, grinning malevolently, holding a watercolor pencil in his right hand.

To be continued (only 1/3 done, in fact!)

Re: Second Experience with my Friend from College

Postby atilaus » Tue Apr 26, 2011 5:08 am

Sounds like you got painted on XD

Man, these stories are great. keep em coming. Hopefully he realizes you're ticklish soon, and gives you what you deserve. :P

Re: Second Experience with my Friend from College

Postby xtc » Tue Apr 26, 2011 7:57 am

Well written and very enjoyable. Take your time; it's quality of writing not speed that is pleasing to read.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: Second Experience with my Friend from College

Postby Jake » Tue Apr 26, 2011 10:44 am

Loving this story so far :D
You're very good at writing them out :P

Continue in your own time! <3
I'm all yours. Use any method of tying me up and I'll welcome it. Gag me however you wish. Blindfold me if you need to. Just don't hurt me! :D

Re: Second Experience with my Friend from College

Postby starduster » Tue Apr 26, 2011 11:14 am

Jake wrote:Loving this story so far :D
You're very good at writing them out :P

Continue in your own time! <3


this :D

Re: Second Experience with my Friend from College

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Apr 26, 2011 12:19 pm

Great start! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Second Experience with my Friend from College

Postby starduster » Wed May 04, 2011 3:21 pm

Jake wrote:Loving this story so far :D
You're very good at writing them out :P

Continue in your own time! <3


maybe a little more speed though :D

Re: Second Experience with my Friend from College

Postby fratboydanny » Sun May 08, 2011 7:41 pm

This is a very good beginning. But I have to ask: why did he not gag u?

Re: Second Experience with my Friend from College

Postby donatello » Mon May 09, 2011 12:25 pm

So here is the next part. Sorry it's not longer. The last part will be substantially longer. I've been very busy lately, but things should settle down in the next two weeks or so. Anyway, enjoy!

"So that's what you were doing!" I said, realization suddenly dawning on me. I looked down at my body - I was covered in doodles and drawings from my shoulders to my knees. Some of them were just random markings; others were rather explicit drawings. For example, a sunflower was growing out of my underwear and blooming with my bellybutton at its center. Bright yellow flowers covered my stomach while the green stalk and leaves more or less followed my 'trail of happiness' down to my crotch.
"I drew that one because you're such a fruit," James said mockingly. I blushed, but couldn't do anything as both of us admired his handiwork. But the sunflower wasn't the worst of it either. On one shoulder he had drawn a cartoonish pair of genitals; on the opposite side, right over my pec, he had drawn a butt getting spanked; across both pecs, from nipple to nipple, he had written, "the safe word is 'banana!'" And lots of other things as well.

He didn't give me too long to look, though, because soon after he had untied my ankles and commanded me to stand up. I pulled my still bound arms from behind the chair and carefully stood up.
"Get on the floor lying face down!" he barked. I did as I was told. I lay down with my legs and arms stretched out. James promptly sat on my back and tied my ankles tightly together. He then tied an additional rope to the new bonds, then got off of my and ordered me to place my hands behind my head. I was still lying face down. Then he tied my wrists tightly to my ankles, completing a kind of reverse hogtie. To complete the tie, he took a bandana, tied a big, fat knot in the center, stuffed it in my mouth, and tied it off behind my head. There I was, tied up lying face down on the floor, gagged and bound with my hands and wrists pulled tightly behind me. I could hardly move, and in any case my face was forced into the floor by my hands, so I couldn't turn or see a thing.

Suddenly I felt a sharp attack on my sides. I am (if you haven't figured it out yet) very sensitive on my sides, and James apparently had clued into this. Now, with my hands tied helpless behind my head, he began to mercilessly attack my sides with his fingers. I immediately commenced squirming, flinching, and moaning - all against my will, I assure you - trying somehow to respond to, or simply deal with and endure, this new wave of attacks. I felt so helpless - my whole body was exposed to him. He could poke, jab, or tickle me wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, for as long as he wanted. Before long I was breathing heavily and making desperate sounds through my gagged mouth, pleading for James to stop. Finally, he did.

By this point I was desperate to get off of my stomach so I could breathe better, especially after all the torment I had endured. I started to swing my weight from side to side and finally managed to roll over onto my back - sort of, anyway. I could breathe easier, and I could see my tormentor as well. James was sitting in a chair, watching me, clearly having a great time. And now there I was - gagged, arms and legs bound underneath me, nearly naked body stretched out and exposed on the floor. To make it worse, on my belly was a sunflower, and on my pec was a spanked bottom. I wanted to roll over on my stomach again to feel less exposed to him, but I had exerted so much effort to get where I was, and I needed to breathe easier, so I just lay there, exposing my whole body to his scrutiny, breathing deeply.

"Enjoying yourself?"
Against my will almost, I nodded briefly. James grinned knowingly. "I knew you loved it, no matter what you pretend." I couldn't lie to him - not tied up like I was. "Good," he continued. Because the funnest part is next.

Re: Second Experience with my Friend from College

Postby sarumansauron » Tue May 10, 2011 10:50 am

Good continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Second Experience with my Friend from College

Postby fratboydanny » Tue May 10, 2011 8:47 pm

Thank you for the continuation. I love that he said "enjoying yourself?" That might be the greatest feeling of helplessness of all when your captor calls you out for liking it so much and you can't help but nod yes.

Re: Second Experience with my Friend from College

Postby sarwrductan » Thu May 12, 2011 8:26 am

Yes that is a helpless feeling when you have to admit whats obvious and can't do anything.
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: Second Experience with my Friend from College

Postby donatello » Fri May 20, 2011 1:30 pm

After leaving me on the floor, reverse hogtied and lying on my back, for a half hour or so, James knelt down next to me, patted me on the belly, and said, "alright, ready for what's coming next?"

With the knot in the bandana gagging me filling up my mouth, all I could manage was a sound somewhere in between a grunt and a moan, indicating (I hoped) that I had been lying uncomfortably on his hard wood floors for long enough, thank you, and that I would welcome whatever came next. I certainly was more comfortable, but I'm not sure I should have been so eager, in hind sight.

"Good, I'm glad you agree!" James exclaimed, pretending we had had an actual conversation. He rolled me onto my stomach and began working on the knots binding my wrists (over my head, remember) to my ankles, which were pulled tight over my butt. After a while he succeeded, and I gratefully stretched my arms out in front of me, breathing easier now that my body wasn't arched backwards.

"Alright! Get up!" James barked - no more Mr. Nice Guy, I guess. I did as I was told, as best I could. With my hands now tied in front of me, it wasn't all that hard. Once I was standing, James gave me a smart smack on the ass and pointed down the hall to his bedroom. "Get moving!"

With my feet still bound tightly, I was forced to bunny hop my way in front of him, down the hall and into his room. It was highly embarrassing, let me tell you, 'cause with each hop my butt, pecs, and junk would bounce up and down. There was nothing I could do about it, of course, and periodically James would smack my butt and laugh. Once I got there my cheeks were bright red with shame, but I just stood there and waited for his next command. What else could I do?

James followed me into the room, enjoying himself immensely. He pointed to the bed and told me to get on top of it. I hobbled over to it, but since it came up to my thighs, I couldn't just fall onto it. I tried hopping to get high enough to just kind of fall over and hopefully not slide off, but I could tell it wasn't going to work, so all I managed to do was hop up and down in place next to his bed.

"Awww, is my widdle bound swave having twouble?" James said. Then he came right up to me and pushed me onto the bed, grabbing my legs afterward and swinging them also up and onto the bed. Then he began to untie my ankles. I found this very strange, since it would be the first time since he tied my to the chair over an hour ago that I would have enjoyed an degree of freedom. He seemed to sense my anticipation, because he looked me straight in the eye with the most serious expression and said, "Don't you even think of giving me any trouble, or I swear I will strip you naked and you will not like it!" With a face like that, I think I'd rather keep my underwear on, thanks. I laid perfectly still as he unbound my legs.

When he had done so, he ordered me to roll over on my belly and lie still. I obeyed, of course, not wanting to know what he had in mind for me if I didn't. I still wonder to this day what he would have done, actually. He's a pretty good-natured, trust-worthy guy, and he knew my limits and wouldn't ever cross them. But I think he was beginning to sense that my when it came to bondage my limits were actually pretty generous, if you know what I mean, and he was prepared to go all the way to the limit of what I was willing to let him do as my captor - whether I was emotionally prepared for that or not. But anyway, I digress.

After he untied my legs, and I had flipped over onto my tummy, he tied each ankle to a bed post, spreading my legs very wide (he had a very wide bed). Then, he took a length of rope and tied it around my waist so that the extra length of rope was evenly distributed in two ends, both of which were knotted in front of me, below my belly button. Then he took the two free ends and brought them between my spread legs with one end of the rope going on either side of my junk. Once he had done this he pulled hard on the ends, bringing the knot in my 'rope belt' down tight above my junk, and then crossed the free ends (like the first step in tying your shoe laces) and pulled it tight up against the bottom of my junk, which was now quite literally bulging through the tight circle outlined by the rope. All of this turned me on, which of course only made the bulge worse, adding to my humiliation. James just looked at me and grinned wickedly. My junk was now 'put on display' for my captor, and he was clearly enjoying the effect it was having on me.

But he wasn't done yet. He next brought my tied hands behind my head (again - remember, I'm lying face down again), brought the free ends up tight and tied them to my wrists. This drew a tight line of rope from my junk, along my butt, and across my back. It was embarrassing, because each time I struggled (or even moved my wrists at all, really) it made the rope running through my butt crack even more taught. Since I couldn't move my wrists, I couldn't really move my head; and my feet were totally immobile as well. So this meant that the only part of my body that I could move was my butt. I figured this out by wiggling it back and forth a few times, until I realized how compromising and pathetic it must have looked from James' point of view.

The opportunity wasn't lost on him, though, as he almost immediately set to spanking me on my exposed ass with his hand, until he apparently got a better idea and left the room. To my horror, he came back with what looked like a flat, wooden cooking spoon, which he used to land blow after blow on my helpless butt with a loud crack each time. Let me tell you, the spoon really stung. After a couple of blows I started mmmphing loudly in protest. After four or five, I was reduced to moaning, hoping to make him stop by sheer pathetic-ness. He stopped at ten. My but was stinging like crazy. I moaned and struggled a little (these are things you do spontaneously at this point, whether you want to or not - you desperately want to reduce your vulnerability, even though you know it's hopeless), which of course meant wiggling my butt again - which prompted another gleeful smack of the spoon from James, and of course another moan from me.

"You sure are a fun little slave, aren't you?" James said, leaning over to peer into my eyes. I answered with what was by now a rather pathetic moan. "I'll be right back, I have just the thing for your sore ass cheeks." I was pretty sure I didn't want to have anything to do with it, but I was also pretty sure I didn't have any choice, so I just waited helplessly.

When he returned he was carrying something in both hands, but I couldn't see what it was until he was standing behind me and I couldn't see him anymore. Then I felt him lift my underwear strap up off my back, and an instant later cold ice cubes were slid down my underwear. I immediately reacted by squirming and wiggling my butt as vigorously as I could, but to no avail. James maneuvered them so that they sat snuggly between my butt cheeks, then patted my on the butt, which of course forced them in tighter. I moaned in protest, begging him to remove them, but I knew he wouldn't. He was having way too much fun. So I endured the freezing cold sensation between my cheeks as the ice cubes slowly melted.

But I wasn't allowed to endure in peace. I felt, soon after, a freezing drop of water on my back. "Mmmphhh!" I yelled in surprise. Then another freezing drop hit, on another part of my back. I again twisted and squirmed as much as I could, mmmphhing my displeasure through my now soaked gag, but I was really quite immobile. So the drops continued to come - almost certainly from melting ice cubes held above my back - and I continued to react the only way I could to each unwelcome shock - wiggling my butt and moaning through my gag. Which was exactly what James wanted, I'm sure. Eventually, James desisted. My butt was now totally numb with cold, and most of the cubes had melted (I thought, but with a numb butt, who knows?).

James went away and soon came back with a camera. I turned bright red with humiliation. But there was nothing I could do, so I just lay there as he took photo after photo of me lying there on his bed, tied up in my skimpy underwear. After he finished with the camera, he left me tied up for another hour or so (making about 2 or three hours total), then came in and untied me. I assured him I was ok, and had actually enjoyed the whole experience. We chatted about it for a bit, then went out to get some food.

I haven't had any experiences since - we're both away for the summer. And I don't know if I will anytime soon either, since we both finished college recently and won't be living in the same city. We'll see what happens.

Re: Second Experience with my Friend from College

Postby sarumansauron » Fri May 20, 2011 1:48 pm

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Second Experience with my Friend from College

Postby Jase1010 » Tue May 24, 2011 3:15 am

I LOVE your tug adventures!