## It's Better Than Playing Football - Part 2 Added

Post by El_Llama » Wed Aug 21, 2013 3:55 pm

Hello everybody, Anthony here, I hope you’re having a nice summer. I had a tug that occurred with my crush about 2 weeks ago and after reliving it about 1000 times in my head, I’ve decided to share it with you guys, however, I think it's more of a self-indulgence than anything else.
Just as a heads up, although there is nothing sexual in this, I’m a boy and my crush is a boy too, so if you are against that sort of thing please feel free to grow up.
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It was summer, our favourite day of the year and I had an unremarkable, but no less enjoyable day planned. The plan of the day was to make use of the good weather by playing some football with 4 close friends and then walking back to my crush’s house (I’ll call him Dillan to hide his name) and spend the night there playing video games considering he had a free house. I was classing it as a date despite the fact that Dillan has no inkling of my sexuality, let alone my feeling towards him. It must have been the first date in history where only half of all the participants knew it was so.
Dillan is 5’7” with a slim build and short brown hair which he swept to the left. He was wearing a Manchester City shirt and black shorts accompanying his black knee-length socks and his bright yellow boots. I on the other hand, was wearing my Crewe Alexandra kit with black shorts, black socks and yellow boots. But despite standing 6’2” and having a much stockier build than him, Dillan always seems to win our play-fights by clawing his fingers into a pressure point like an eagle.
It was around 3pm and we were already exhausted from the relentless heat and the rest of my friends had made the journey to a nearby corner shop to get a drink, leaving me to look after everybody’s stuff. I sat down with my back to a metal fence and looked down it at everybody’s gear and in doing so, my eye was caught 2 cable ties lay nearby that the groundskeeper must have dropped while putting up the nets behind the goals. I walked over to them and saw that they were unused and completely functional. Suddenly, a dastardly plan ran through my head involving the cable ties and Dillan (why would I waste them on anybody else?)
When my friends finally got back and we had finished our drinks I decided it was the time to act. I stood up and said “Hey Dillan, can I just check somat?”
“What?” He sceptically replied
“Just stand up, hold your hands behind your back”
“No, you’re gonna do something, I’m not thick”
“Nah, just hold your arms behind your back like this” I then grabbed one wrist and managed click one cable tie into place.
“Piss off, I knew it!” Dillan wheeled round upon me putting the first cable tie on and tried to pull away. I had a tight grasp on his right hand though and wrestled him onto the floor by using his momentum and I pinned him on his belly before I clenched his left wrist, pulled his left arm behind his back and clicked the second cable tie into place after looping it through the first. I then checked to see if his makeshift handcuffs were tight enough and then stood up and watched as he squirmed to try and get on his feet with his hands tied behind back.
“You are an absolute twat, you know” he said while wriggling his wrists around “I bet I could still own you all at football with my hands tied.”
This statement was proven to be false after about 10 minutes of being barged, bumped, tugged and slid from pillar to post. We were all physically spent in the relentless sun so we began to pack up when Dillan announced “Anthony, can you help me get these cable ties off? They’re too tough just to break”.
I replied “You know there’s no release mechanism; you have to cut them off”
“So have you got any scissors then?”
“Yes, I often carry around a pair scissors so I can get arrested if the police search me” I scoffed
“So you’re tellin’ me that I have to walk through the middle of town with my hands tied behind my back” he snapped
“It’s not exactly the centre of town” I chuckled
“Fucking hell, you can carry my bag.”
On that note, we said our goodbyes and I grabbed both mine and his bags before beginning the walk back to Dillan’s house.
The weight of both bags meant that I was lagging behind Dillan, but it was worth it to see him tied up. The streets weren’t too busy and he insisted that we took the less populous routes, partly to avoid anybody noticing he was tied up and partly to make me lug his bag even further. I took a moment to admire how good he looked tied up and how dependant on me he currently was. I felt a stirring between my loins and cast the thought away before they betrayed me any further. “Next time could you bring a few bricks? I don’t think these bags are heavy enough” I called up
“Maybe you should think about that next time” he replied.
We finally reached his house and fished his keys out of his bag before unlocking the door. I dumped our stuff by the stairs and went into the kitchen with Dillan before grabbing a pair of scissors.
“Now Dillan, let’s not do anything brash when I cut you out, okay?”
“I can’t promise that” He replied. I cut his right wrist out before handing him the pair of scissors and he cut off the cable tie on his left wrist. I was surprised at his lack of reaction; he just rubbed his wrists and said “I’ll set the Xbox up” and climbed the stairs with me following in his wake.
The clock ticked past 8 and we were sat on Dillan’s bed and I was finishing last piece of the pizza that we ordered, “I’ll take these boxes downstairs,” Dillan said as he stepped out of the room. I took this opportunity to grab his laptop and find some strange youtube video that would look strange on his search history when I heard him coming back up the stairs. He entered the room and took me by surprise when he lunged at me with explosive speed and grabbed me by the pressure point above your collar bone (I think it’s called the trapezius).
“Not thought I’d forgot did we?” he said aggressively.
“Arrrgh” I shouted, trying to pull away from him which only made it hurt more. “Let go. I’ll do anything. Argh, you’re gonna rip the muscle”
“Should’ve thought about that before”
“Argh please. Let go!” I could feel a tear coming to my eye
“Hmmm, sit on that chair then. Don’t move, I’ll be right back” He said with a wry smile as he went downstairs, leaving me to ponder what may lie ahead.
To be continued tomorrow… hopefully :3
Any feedback is appreciated!
Last edited by El_Llama on Thu Aug 22, 2013 4:31 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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### Re: It's Better Than Playing Football

Post by canuck100 » Wed Aug 21, 2013 5:51 pm

Good start! Curious to read the rest of the story

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Post by NemesisPrime » Wed Aug 21, 2013 6:13 pm

Very nice start!
Very different from what I normally read on here!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

### Re: It's Better Than Playing Football

Post by xtc » Thu Aug 22, 2013 2:03 am

A good, lively start. Thanks for posting. It cheered up my morning.
If I may: "brash"? Should that be "rash"?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: It's Better Than Playing Football

Post by Jay Feely » Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:06 am

Nice read very nice description.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

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Post by Antonius97 » Thu Aug 22, 2013 12:10 pm

Promising start. Will enjoy seeing where this goes!
I didn't choose the TUG life, the TUG life chose me.

### Re: It's Better Than Playing Football - Part 2 Added

Post by El_Llama » Thu Aug 22, 2013 4:32 pm

Thanks for all the great feedback guys!
Also xtc, it is rash. To think that I have been using “brash” and “rash” interchangeably for years…the shame of it all.
Dillan came up the stairs a short time afterwards holding a roll of duct tape along with his shin pads before he got out two belts from his drawers and piled it in front of me. The chair I was sat on was a simple wooden chair that was used more as a “player 2 chair”, nothing more than an old kitchen chair used for when company is round (it looked a lot like this one http://i.ebayimg.com/t/2-Ikea-IVAR-pine ... ~60_35.JPG ).
Dillan turned to me and uttered “I think a little bit of payback is in order,” I was almost shaking with anticipation.
First he got his left shin pad and placed it on my leg while wrapping the two Velcro straps that hold the pads to your leg around my leg and the chair leg before sticking it to the Velcro on the front of the pad. He repeated this for my right leg, meaning that my legs were pinioned to the chair legs. He then enforced the bonds with his two canvas belts by strapping my legs to the chair just below the knees. He then grabbed the tape and forced my right wrist onto the back leg of the chair, meaning my arm ran in parallel along the back of the chair. He wrapped tape multiple times around my forearm, starting right at my fingers and slowly made his up my way up my arm to my elbow before ripping off the strip and then wrapping more tape around my upper arm to fully secure my whole arm to the chair. He moved to the other arm and repeated the process on my left arm to the unmistakable soundtrack of duct tape being stripped from the roll. He finished off the tie by wrapping some more tape around my ankles and lower thighs to further secure me to the chair.
He stepped back to admire his work while I struggled in my tight bonds. I wriggled to try to slide one of my arms out of their sticky tape prisons and it eventually dawned on me that I was tightly bound; I wasn’t just going to push against the tape and break free. The thought of me being completely helpless at the hands of Dillan was both incredibly exhilarating and the more I struggled, the more I knew I couldn’t escape. However, something a little less helpful was the profound effect on my unmentionables that was somewhat difficult to hide considering my current predicament and the fact I was wearing loose football shorts. The battle was ultimately lost when Dillan dug his fingers into the back of my neck and said “I wonder how long I should keep you like this. Hang on, aren’t you really ticklish?”
“No! Piss off! Hahahahahaha” I screamed out in laughter as his fingers dug into my ribs. I thrashed around as much as I could but my bonds would not budge an inch.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Dillan exclaimed as he pointed out the bulge in my pants.
Feeling myself becoming flushed with embarrassment I quickly retorted “At least I wasn’t the one that Miss caught with a memory stick called ‘pictures of Megan Fox’”.
Dillan seemed taken aback by this as he clamped his arm on a pressure point above my collar bone. “You can’t help yourself making snooty comments can you?” he said as he reached for the tape and pulled off a single strip and plastered it over my mouth.
“mmmp- don’t become a professional kidnapper will you?” I scoffed as I licked the tape off my mouth and it fell to the floor “you’re supposed to stuff something in their mouth and then put more tape over it”
“If I was your kidnapper, I’d have to pay your family to take you back” he chuckled as he reached into my bag and pulled out a (thankfully) clean knee-height sports sock before wadding it into my mouth and plastering the lower half of my face with a generous amount of tape.
“How’s that?” he said as he flicked my ear
“Pfffiff fooff” I could only produce muffles now.
“Now I have an idea that I’m sure you’ll like” he proposed as he opened up his laptop and saw the dubious link I had loaded up before “Oh ha ha, Mr Comedian! I’ve got a video that I’m sure you’ll love”. He dragged the chair to in front of the computer desk and hooked his laptop to the speakers before loading up a video called “22 Top Non-Gaming Creepypastas”. He turned off the lights and closed the curtains as it wasn’t quite pitch black outside, but it was certainly dark inside his room. “I’ll be back later and you better have had watched it” he said as he pressed play and left the rooming, shutting the door behind him.
I watched the first portion of the video and it was terrifying. It left me caught between hating the fact that this horrifically scary video was in front of me and loving the fact that I was tightly bound to a chair by my crush and I could hardly move a muscle. In the end, I decided to try and pause the video or at least turn down the speakers so that I could just look away from the screen by jumping towards the desk. After attempting several times to lurch forward and only succeeding in nearly tipping the chair over, I began to frantically struggle to try and break free. I shouted at the top of my voice to get Dillan to turn off the video but it only came out as a muffled “mmmmph”.
After what felt like an age of struggling and mmmphing, the video ended without me having to see much more about the “Russian Sleep Screamers” or the “Smile.jpeg” and Dillan stepped into the room about 20 minutes afterwards. “Enjoy that did we?” he asked
“Mphuff mphffu” I replied
“I’ll take that as a yes” he chuckled “what time is it? I’m thinking that I’m gonna leave you for a bit longer” he said as he stepped out of the room again, thankfully he left the light on this time.
I struggled some more in my bonds, more for the rush I felt than actually attempting to break free. I still could hardly budge from the chair and more importantly, I didn’t WANT to budge from this position. A feeling of peace spread through my body as I lightly tugged on my bonds. I again thought about how I was completely under Dillan’s power; if there was a fire, I would need him to save me or if he wanted to, he could leave me for as long as he liked and let me starve. I sat in the chair for what later turned out to be an hour and a half waiting for him to burst in and finally untie me.
“Gonna think twice about mucking around with me are we?” He said in a commanding tone
“Mpph” I nodded and he began to cut me out of the chair with a pair of scissors; I hadn't realised how warm I actually was until I felt the cool air hit my arms
Once I was out of my bindings, I helped him clean up and went for a shower. While reflecting on the events that had just transcribed in the shower I vowed that that would not be the last tie up game I played with Dillan. I still get butterflies thinking about the events even now :3
As Abraham Lincoln once said: "People are often misquoted on the internet!"

### Re: It's Better Than Playing Football - Part 2 Added

Post by mikeybound » Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:24 pm

That's something I dearly wish happened to me growing up.

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Post by bondagefreak » Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:31 pm

I enjoyed this very much.
This is very good writing...a very enjoyable read.
Thank you for sharing with us!
I look forward to reading more from you.

### Re: It's Better Than Playing Football - Part 2 Added

Post by NemesisPrime » Thu Aug 22, 2013 9:28 pm

> mikeybound wrote:That's something I dearly wish happened to me growing up.

You are not alone in this line of thinking.
I'd love to be tied up by a boy I had a crush on.
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

### Re: It's Better Than Playing Football - Part 2 Added

Post by xtc » Fri Aug 23, 2013 3:27 am

When you are ready, please write more.
Don't force it, though, only post when you are happy with the result; it would be a shame to spoil your style by rushing.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: It's Better Than Playing Football - Part 2 Added

Post by El_Llama » Fri Aug 23, 2013 4:45 am

I'd love to write more if I had more to write about
I'm glad that you guys enjoyed it and thanks for all the great feedback! I'll post the next story after it has occurred (which hopefully won't be too far away) until then... adieu!
As Abraham Lincoln once said: "People are often misquoted on the internet!"

### Re: It's Better Than Playing Football - Part 2 Added

Post by xtc » Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:29 am

Merry Meet, Merry Part and Merry Meet Again.
Oh bum! I sound like a Wiccan!
When you are ready.
Blessed be,
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729