There are many times in my childhood where I have wished to be tied up but never got to be. As such, I have decided to take the opportunity to write fictionalized versions of the TUGs that I unfortunately never got to experience, changing some aspects for the sake of story.
1. Bored and experimental
Characters:
Anthony: Nine years old, taller than average, jet black hair. Blue t-shirt and dark green shorts, with grey socks.
Frederick: Ten years old, normal height for age, curly ginger hair. Dark green t-shirt and brown trousers. Wearing unnecessary belt and barefoot.
Anthony and Frederick sat in Frederick's living room, bored. They had the house to themselves for a few hours while Frederick's father was at work, but they could think of little to do except stare at the TV. Frederick lay on the couch, endlessly toying with his belt purely for something to do, when he noticed something. Anthony was sitting with his hands behind his back. An odd idea occurred to him. While he had never considered it before, it would be something to do. He slowly crept off the couch and towards him, then seized his hands and then put the belt around them, securing it and binding Anthony's wrists together. Anthony turned his head and looked at him, somewhat confused. "Um..." Frederick spoke rapidly, merely stating his intention and giving no chance to oppose it as normal. "I'm bored. I'm tying you up. Wait there." Anthony struggled against the belt as his friend rushed out of the room. Truthfully, he had been hoping that he could get tied up for a while, self-bondage not having occurred to him, but Frederick probably wasn't expecting that.
Frederick walked back into the room carrying several items. He stood behind Anthony and jovially declared "Open up. Knowing the alternative, Anthony opened his mouth and allowed one cloth to be stuffed into his mouth and another to be tied round, creating a weak gag. He could force it off if he wished, but he let off a satisfying "Mmph!" out and accepted that it was better if he thought differently. Frederick pushed Anthony down onto the floor and took out two coils of rope. First he tied his wrists and elbows together, then tied his arms to his torso, then with the other piece of rope he tied his legs from his knees to his ankles. He removed both of his socks then walked over to Anthony's head. Both of them were smiling ecstatically, enjoying it more than they would admit. He flicked Anthony on the cheek to get his attention before speaking. "Just a minute." He rushed out of the room again, quickly returning with a cup full of ice and a feather. He lifted the edge of Anthony's t-shirt up and poured the ice in, then walked back up to his feet and took the feather to the bare soles of his feet.
After enough tickle-torture, ending with Anthony lying on the floor covered in sweat, laughing uncontrollably, Frederick realised the other effect of tickle-torture, and dragged his captive towards the bathroom. He opened the door and the flies on Anthony's shorts then casually pushed him in and lookedn away. After he finished his buisness and shuffled out, Frederick cautiously zipped his flies back up, then kicked at his feet, causing him to fall over, catching him and dragging him back into the living room.
Frederick looked at the clock and untied Anthony, then put everything back where it came from. They both sat down on the couch and put the TV back on, agreeing to act as if nothing had happened, despite what all the sweat, suspicious smiling, and cold wet patches on Anthony's shirt implied. "I saw your face. You actually liked that crazy bondage torture." "I'll admit that, but you were enjoying giving it as much as I receiving it." "Well, if I get bored again..." "Ask next time." Frederick was about to reply when they heard his father at the door. He walked into the house and came to check on them. "You two do anything today?" Frederick replied in a flat monotone, sounding just as bored as before. "Not really, dad." His father didn't suspect anything, and walked out of the room and further into the house, leaving them alone.