Babysitting a Teen

Postby El_Llama » Wed Jul 29, 2015 5:15 pm

Hello fellow TUGgers, I’ve got a bit of time off college for the summer so I thought I’d write a fictions story based on a “what-if” from when I was babysitting a few years back. I’ve put a few stars at the start of the paragraph where the tie-up begins if you want to skip to there. Please be kind!!!

It’s based on one of when I was asked to babysit for a family friend. I’ve known the family for a long time and was aquatinted with some of their friends too and the descriptions of the people involved are as follows:
Me (Anthony):
17, 6ft, stocky slightly athletic build, medium length blond hair pushed to one side and I was wearing a red & white stripy shirt with denim shorts and Union Jack socks.
Jessica:
14, 5ft 6, slim build with black wavy hair. She was wearing a black skirt, black leggings and a red shirt with a lady-bird on the front.
There were 3 other girls involved and they were all looked like typical clone 15/14 year olds apart from one girl who stood about 6ft 2” tall. (I genuinely can’t remember their names)
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It was a warm June evening and I had been asked to babysit a sister of a good friend while they were away. I hadn’t really babysat before but the girl I was babysitting was fairly mature and she had some friends round that night, so I gathered it wasn’t going to be too much work, I’m pretty sure the only reason I was there was to prevent the group of girls from drinking or having a house-party while their parents were away. I knocked on the front door and Jessica opened it without saying a word. “Evening Jess, your parents already gone?” I said.
“Eugh…yes”, She replied
“Have any of your mates come round yet?” I asked
“…no” She replied and slumped off upstairs. It was evident that she was far from pleased to having somebody look after her and I can’t say I blamed her. I sat down at the kitchen table where I could see the TV in the living room, turned on my laptop and put the Lord of the Rings on the TV.

By about 9:30, Jess’ friends had arrived and had migrated upstairs where the occasional laugh and running about could be heard. I then heard them stomping downstairs when Jess came into the kitchen. “Anthony, can we watch Youtube on the TV?” she asked.
“No, I’m watching the Lord of the Rings and you’ve got your laptops upstairs to do that.” I replied
“Yeah, but the screen’s too small on that. Plus you’re on your laptop too, you can’t have both, just let us watch the TV!” she moaned.
“No, piss off.” I said while plugging in my ear phones again.
One of her friends then grabbed a scarf from the coat-rack behind me and pulled it over my eyes. “He’s not watching anything now” she laughed. Seeing this, Jessica’s face lit up and she whispered to one of her friends before all 4 of them ran off upstairs.

***About 15 minutes passed before they descended the stairs again, giggling to themselves. “What you lot up to?” I asked.
Jess trotted over to me and replied, “Anthonyyyyy, you know about the TV, well…” she didn’t finish her question before grabbing my hair and pulling my head back violently. Her 3 friends then sprung into life. One of them stuffed a piece of cloth into my mouth while the other 2 pulled my arms behind the back of the wooden chair I was sat on so that they were parallel, but pointing in different directions. Jessica then clamped both of her hands over my mouth to prevent me from spitting the cloth out while one of the girls wrapped a massive amount of duct tape around my wrists, hands and fingers, pinning my arms behind the chair. I tried to shout out to them but all that came out was “Mmphmmmphhh”, causing the girls to giggle even more profusely and causing Jess to tighten her grip around my mouth.

They then moved onto my legs, taping my ankles to the chair legs before taping my knees to the top of the chair legs. I winced in pain as they did this as it pulled on my leg hair. Working their way up my legs, they then wrapped tape over my lap and the seat of the chair, forcing my legs downward into the seat. Finally they wrapped several loops of tape around my chest, my arms and the back of the chair; fully pinioning me to the chair and ensuring I had as little wiggle room as possible. “Is there enough to tape his mouth shut?” Jess asked.
“Yeah I think so” one of the girls replied.
With that, Jess removed her hands and a strip of tape was plastered over my mouth immediately afterward. “Nah, you need more than that to keep him quiet.” Jess stated before plastering 6 more strips of tape over my mouth, leaving the bottom half of my face covered in tape and making me unable to plead with the girls using only my eyes. The four of them took a step back, still giggling, to admire their handiwork before skipping off into the living room. “Just shout if you want us to keep this DVD on!” Jess sarcastically shouted from in front of the TV. I didn’t dignify her sarcasm with even a muffled response. The girls then set about watching various YouTube vloggers, saying which ones they thought were more attractive and gossiping about anything and everything… like most teenage girls do.

I struggled in my duct tape bonds, I could hear the noise of duct tape crinkling, but nothing would budge. The girls had taped me very securely indeed, I couldn’t budge an inch. My arms felt like they’d been encased in concrete the duct tape was that tight and the only part of my legs I could move more than a few millimetres were my toes.

After what felt like an eternity of struggling, I’d got no-where apart from tiring myself out. I glanced at the kitchen timer and saw I had been struggling for 20 minutes. I wiggled my fingers to try to work any sort of opening in their tape-encasement but found no such luck. It seemed liked I was captive for as long as the girls wanted, all I could do was wait and hope they didn’t leave me tied up all night and listen to the utter garbage they were talking about.

After about 2 hours, I became sick of the drivel they were chatting about so I began to struggle fruitlessly again. This however, got the attention of the girls, who whispered amongst themselves and giggled again. Jess came over and said to me “We’ll let you go if you let us put make-up on you and take some pictures!”
I frowned and shook my head, I’d rather stay tied up all night than that.
“Hmmm, okay then we’ll do your hair while you’re like that and take some pictures.” She then grabbed some hair products from her brother’s room and I felt it being rubbed into my hair before it was all spiked up into a Mohawk. “Nice! Let’s get a picture for Curtis [my friend and her brother]” She grabbed her phone and I heard it click to confirm it had taken a picture while her friends giggled at me again. They restyled it multiple times, each time Jess took a picture.
“How about if it was all slicked back” *click*
“Side parting… yay or nay” *click*
“All spiky like he’s been electrocuted” *click*
“hahaha, he looks like Einstein” *click*
“That one doesn’t actually look too bad” *click*

I grew red with embarrassment of them taking pictures of me in this state. I knew all I could do was sit there and accept it as the bonds would still not budge an inch.

Eventually they grew bored of this game and finally untied me after almost 3 hours of being tied up. My back ached, my fingers were numb and I was bursting for a pee, but I was glad to finally be free. Jessica said to me once I’d removed the tape over my mouth and spat the damp cloth out “You’re not too annoyed at us are you? Thing is, if you really didn’t want to be tied up, you do see that this was just a little practical joke, right?”
I laughed and replied with a wink “Yeah, I’d prefer if you deleted those pictures though. If I really didn’t want to be tied up, I would have fought you 4 off anyway.”
Jessica smiled and said “Yeah, I’m sure you could have.”
As Abraham Lincoln once said: "People are often misquoted on the internet!"

Re: Babysitting a Teen

Postby Nicktie » Mon Aug 03, 2015 11:43 am

I like this story!

Re: Babysitting a Teen

Postby Scottstud94 » Fri Oct 30, 2015 10:48 am

Nice man!