My Friend Torey

Postby JJTauzell » Sun Jun 05, 2011 9:54 am

Okay, first off, my name is Jonathan Tauzell, but people call me many different things. I'm exceptionally short for a seventeen year old-which is how my friend Ben Karls gave me the nickname "the Bunny." I have short dirty blond hair, and really light green eyes. I'm very skinny, which a lot of people joke about-like saying they can see my ribs.

A little back round on myself-you might want to skip this. A little before this story happened, my step dad had passed way. He was taken away by Leukemia. He had been in my life ever since I was seven years old, and I definitely miss him. On another note, I'm a cutter. I've been one ever since I was thirteen-which is five four. A lot of my friends are cutters as well-like Jack Brenton(Yes, JackBrentonSucka) and I think he's been doing it for a couple months. I guess when it comes to it, I'm not such a big dreamer. When it comes to my cuts, they're not that bad like some people say. Luckily I've never hit a vein. By the way, I don't use a knife. I use a razor, after I take it out of the plastic, anyways.

Anyways, on with the story.

I think this was about a month ago, but I never got around to posting it.

It started off like a normal day for me. I had just finished cutting,-yes, I see someone for that-and I was currently watching Smosh on my computer. Someone messaged me on Facebook. It was my friend, Torey Kennedy. He had asked me if he could come over-his parents were fighting again. My parents were at work, so I said yes.

Now I knew that Torey was very into bondage. He has four older brothers, who had also picked up a love in bondage when they were younger. I never told Torey that I liked it, because it's basically one of my biggest secrets.

When he got to my house, he looked at me and frowned.

I going to stop here to tell you what I was wearing. I had on a Young and Reckless shirt, matched with a pair of black Adidas track pants. I had a DC hat on, and a pair of Vans.

Continuing, I shot him a glance. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"You cut again." he said, staring at my wrists with his dark brown eyes that matched his hair color. I sighed.

"Torey, we've talked about this." And we have. Multiple times. He hates it so much when I cut.

"Yeah, cause you need to stop." That's Torey, always telling me to stop.

"Let's talk about something else." I pleaded. Torey smirked.

I'll post part two later...
Last edited by JJTauzell on Thu Jun 09, 2011 1:05 pm, edited 1 time in total.
I'm me, can you compete with that?

Re: My Friend Torey

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Jun 06, 2011 9:29 am

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

Re: My Friend Torey

Postby JJTauzell » Thu Jun 09, 2011 1:39 pm

Part Two-

I gave him a look. He put his hand on my shoulder.

"Look JJ, if you don't stop, I'll make you." he said. I grinned.

"Oh, really? If that's what your tell yourself. But, then again, who am I to stand in the way of one man's dream?" I asked sarcastically. He smiled.

"Whatever. I'm hungry." he said, only half serious. So we went into the kitchen-where we have rolls of black electrictal tape in the drawers, which Torey knew. While I was finishing his sandwhich, he was behind me, playing with random objects that he found. He suddenly picks me up,-with obvious ease-and throws me over his shoulder. I screamed, but he covered my mouth with his hand. He went down to my room-which is in the basement.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled when he removed his hand, he threw me on my bed. It turns out he snagged some of the tape when we were upstairs. He rolled me over, and taped my hands behind my back. Then he did my elbows and shoulders. I continued to yell as he proceded to pin my arms to my stomach with the tape. He then did my ankles, knees, and thighs. He ran upstairs, leaving me alone.

"Torey!!" I yelled to him.

He returned shortly after, with a plain white sock-which I presumed to be my older brother's. He shoved it in my mouth, then put on about five layers of tape over that. I squirmed around, as he removed my shoes, revealing my black socks. He took those off, and started tickling me. I was laughing so hard, that I started crying. Torey's phone started blasting. He ran upstairs to talk to however it was. He came running downstairs.

"Sorry, JJ! I have to go, like now! My mom is so pissed that I left!" with that, he ran back upstairs and left. WOW, he would. After about a half an hour,-of me STILL being taped up-there was a knock at my door. My eyes widened.

"John? Are you down there??" I heard Devin, my older brother, call. He opened the door, and gasped when he saw me. He slowly took the tape off my mouth, and pulled out the sock. "John, what the hell happened??" he asked.

"It was Torey." I said quietly. Devin nodded, and untaped me. I made him promise he wouldn't tell mom. So, alls well that ends well, I guess.

And, thankfully, me and Torey are still friends.
I'm me, can you compete with that?

Re: My Friend Torey

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Jun 10, 2011 1:14 pm

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

Re: My Friend Torey

Postby boyscoutjm » Tue Jun 14, 2011 9:05 pm

Really good story