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6. Joined
The experience I had on my sixth weekend as the twins' captive, halfway through the summer, was in a lot of ways not all that original or exciting. But on the first night, something happened that would change the stakes of my captivity.
First off, though, I'd like to mention something that I probably should have made clear in my very first story. I'm posting my experiences with being tied up by Keesha and Valerie in the Fictional section of this forum. That's because, even though almost everything that I describe really happened to me, it didn't occur as quickly or dramatically as I've portrayed, and I've change several details of persons for privacy. So these twelve weekends I'm describing in a row are fictional, even though the events I've squeezed into them are not.
I wanted to point this out because I'm intentionally leaving part of this weekend's story as a blank. This is for several reasons, but the main one is that I want to reference the fact that most of my stories were pretty uneventful. I was tied up dozens of times by the twins, but usually I'd just end up in a corner somewhere for a few hours with nothing interesting happening. That's why fictionalized summer of twelve weekends here, to make things more exciting to read. But most of the time was pretty boring, which I'm simulating by only telling the first night of the story in this weekend's tale.
Anyway, on with the story (finally).

The socks with paws on them were the first that my mom questioned me intensely about. She hadn't been too horrified by my dyed hair the week before, surprisingly, because I guess she figured that it was a teenage phase I was going through. The socks, however, were pushing her suspension of disbelief a little bit.
I finally managed to convince her that I was wearing them as a joke to my friends. Even so, the experience made me nervous. I had only been through five weekends of tie up games, and though I was beginning to enjoy them, the girls' conditions were getting more and more extreme. If this kept up, I wouldn't be able to hide my participation from anyone. What would happen if someone found out.
Turns out, someone did, the very next weekend. I mentioned in my last chapter one of my friends, Miguel. He was my age, and Carlos his brother was 14, just a couple years younger. They had been my major friends since my mom and I had moved into the area. They lived just below us in our apartment complex, and I would go around doing normal teenage boy things with them, which was a great relief to me. Most people I knew either patronized me or, well, played crazy tie up games with me, but those brothers were cool, and good friends.
Like I said previously, while tied up in the yard in dog garb, I feared that Miguel had seen me from the sidewalk. I breathed a sigh of relief when the next time I saw him, he didn't mention anything. I thought I had managed to escape an embarrassing revelation until the next Friday evening.
I was walking up the path towards the front door of Keesha and Valerie's house when I heard a "Hey!" behind me. I felt a sinking feeling as I turned around to see Miguel, who had been riding by on his red bicycle.
He quickly rode over to me. "What are you doing here?" he queried, looking behind me at the house.
"Oh, n-nothing much. Just saying hello to some friends," I lied.
"So is this where you've been spending all your time on the weekends?" he asked pointedly. I felt like an idiot. Of course Miguel was going to noticed that I never hung out with him during a certain time period each week. He might've even asked my mom where I had gone.
"Um, yeah," I replied, unable to think of anything else to say.
"Hey, isn't this where those hot girls from our class live?" he said, looking once again past me at the house. Miguel was a well-developed sixteen-year-old, with darker skin and hair. I felt a surge of jealously then at how much more attractive he looked compared to me, but I forced it down.
"Keesha and Valerie, yeah. They live here."
"Well, come on, man, introduce me." Miguel kicked up his bike stand and walked past me towards the door. "There are two of them, after all."
"No, wait!" I said in alarm. He turned around to look at me, and I realized that I didn't have any excuse for telling him to leave. Finally I stuttered, "I'll knock," before walking past him to the door, my mind whirring.
As usual, it was Keesha who answered the door. "Hey, kid," she said pleasantly, then saw Miguel. "Who's this?"
I scratched my head worryingly. "Uh, this is my friend Miguel. He wanted to come and meet you. Miguel, this is Keesha."
A few moments later, we were in her kitchen, getting a drink and sharing about each other. I was constantly trying to find an excuse for Miguel to leave, but it wasn't coming as easily as I hoped. Miguel certainly seemed interested in staying with this beautiful girl, and for her part Keesha wasn't exactly giving him the cold shoulder.
The only reassurance I had was Miguel's size and strength. Unlike me, he was large, large enough that Keesha wouldn't dare make a move to tie me up while he was there. He would put a kink in her plans, so at least for now my secret was safe.
Soon the conversation moved on to sports that the two of them both enjoyed, and Keesha excitedly said that there was something that she'd like to show him in her room. Before I knew it, I was left alone in the kitchen. I nervously glanced about, but there was nothing to fear. Keesha was upstairs with Miguel, so she couldn't ambush me. Could she?
A few moments later I heard a loud thump from upstairs. Had someone tripped or something? I hesitated, not wanting to walk right into one of Keesha's traps, but soon my curiosity overcame my reluctance. I delicately walked up the stairs and down the hall, pushing open the twins' door.
My eyes bugged out. There on the floor was Miguel, straddled by Keesha and Valerie. His wrists were already tied behind his back, and the girls were working on his ankles. Tape had been plastered over his mouth, and he was moaning loudly.
As soon as she saw me, Keesha jumped up and grabbed my wrist, preventing me from leaving. Two seconds later I was on my stomach next to Miguel, being trussed up just the same.
"Good thing I was running late for work," Valerie said, cinching Miguel's ankles together. "It took both of us to bring him down."
"Let him go!" I demanded. "He doesn't have anything to do with this."
"He does now," Keesha shot back, pulling me into a hogtie. "Friends of prisoners are prisoners themselves, I say. Besides, it'll be a nice change to have someone to torture besides you now. You've gotten too used to it."
Miguel began to scream louder into his gag at this comment, but both girls ignored him.
Once we had both been trussed up in rope, Valerie grabbed her bag and bid us all a cheery farewell. Keesha followed her out the door, closing it behind us.
Miguel gave me a look, half of confusion and half of anger. Since the two captors had neglected to gag me, I began to explain apologetically to Miguel what had been happening to me over the last few weeks, trying to edit out the more embarrassing stories.
I was only halfway through my explanation when the window to our left suddenly slid open. A smaller (but still bigger than me) boy with a paler and thinner complexion than his brother crawled into the room.
"Carlos?" I said in surprise.
"What the heck is this?" the younger boy asked, padding over and taking the gag off of Miguel's mouth.
"The crazy sisters her kidnapped us," Miguel remarked as soon as he could speak. "They've been doing it to Harrison for longer. What are you doing here."
"I saw you go into the house," Carlos replied. "I didn't know why you did, and I waited for you to come out, but you never did. Then I heard noises and Harrison's voice up here, so I climbed a tree and looked in." He shrugged. "Couldn't leave my guys here tied up."
If Carlos had decided to untie his brother first, things might have turned out differently, but instead he reached down over me. A couple minutes later, he was able to pick apart my ropes and free me. I stood up, ready to help Miguel out when the door to the room suddenly opened, and Keesha stepped through.
To her credit, she acted quickly. Without a word of confusion she lunged at Carlos, tackling him to the floor. I tried to run around her and escape, but she stuck out a leg, tripping me. Before I could get up, she squatted down on the small of my back, pinning me in place. I blushed, furiously wiggling, but I couldn't do anything but wait as she pinned Carlos' arms behind his back and added him to the roster.
Soon, the three of us were back to where the two of us had started, lying in mutual hogties on the floor. Keesha had left the room again. Thankfully none of us were gagged this time, so the two brothers listened as I restarted and then finished the goings-on of Harrison in the house of his captors.
We didn't say much after that, aside from casual comments about our binding, but I noticed that Miguel was becoming a bit more cheerful about his situation, and his brother was following suit.
"What gives?" I asked.
"Well," he said with a cheeky grin, "these girls don't seem to be too bad. They didn't beat you up or anything, right? And they're not bad looking...."
"Miguel!"
"I'm just saying that there are lots worse ways to be tied up." He shrugged as best he could. "It's not really that bad of a time, when you think about it."
"I don't mind it either," Carlos added.
I couldn't believe my ears. My two best friends had just admitted to enjoying being hogtied by two girls. It was not exactly the reaction I had expected. Of course, I couldn't talk, because I loved the experience myself. Then again, maybe they'd like it less once they had to endure some of the things I'd been through.
I was about to find out. Keesha returned soon after, grinning wickedly. "Time to play," she noted almost casually, holding up a roll of duct tape. She wrapped it around each of our mouths, silencing us quite well.
I was the first subject of torture. Keesha began to mercilessly tickle me in all the spots she knew so well. I writhed on the floor, sweating and jerking, unable to get away. This lasted on and off for about twenty minutes before she moved on to the others. Maybe she was just trying to spook them about their own demise.
To my relief, she finally stopped torturing me and moved on to ticking Miguel. Unfortunately (for her), she didn't get the reaction she had been anticipating. Despite an odd twitch now and then, he was completely resistant to her efforts to make him squirm. After several minutes of this, Keesha stood up, looking miffed, and left the room.
When she returned, she was carrying a cup. By the time I realized that the thing was carrying ice, the contents had been shoved down Miguel's pants. He moaned in protest and began wiggling, trying to get away from the cold.
"That'll teach you not to be tortured when I tell you to," Keesha said with a smirk.
Carlos was last on the bill, and his ticklishness was equal to, or maybe even greater than, my own, so Keesha had no end of fun tormenting him. And Miguel still looked mighty uncomfortable while she did so, regretting the cold soaking in his pants. Once she was done with her fun, Keesha gave me a passing tickle, slyly smiled at Miguel one more time, then left.
It was getting to be late at night at this point. Miguel was still distracted by his ice, but I was beginning to worry. The brothers' mom was used to them staying out late at a moment's notice, but not out overnight. She would get worried about her sons if we didn't escape soon.
With that in mind, I suddenly realized that for the first time since all of this began, I had other people to help me in my escape. Mumbling through my gag, I caught Carlos' attention. He looked confused while I moaned and wiggled my fingers, but eventually he got the message. It took us a long time to inch our way towards each other so we were back to back, and even longer to get our hands in position. I could have sworn that hours passed by as I struggled with Carlos' knots, but finally they fell away. Carlos quickly spun around and finished untying mine, and together we freed his brother with little effort.
Halfway through undoing Miguel's bonds, the door opened one more time, and Keesha walked in, followed by Valerie, who must have just returned from her shift at work.
"Oh good," Keesha remarked. "You saved us from having to untie you."
"Were you going to," Miguel shot back, a gleam in his eye making his contentment obvious.
"Of course," Valerie replied. "Little Harry here is ours for the weekend..." I blushed at that. "...but you two probably ought to be getting home now."
"What, no threat? No conditions?" Miguel said.
"Oh, I didn't say that." From behind her back Valerie revealed a few scraps of paper and three pencils. "Since you were so kind as to take up our hospitality today, we pleasantly request that you come again next weekend with plans to stay the full time through."
"And what if we say no?" Carlos asked.
"Then it won't go so well for you," Keesha said, poking me in the gut. I gulped.
"Oh, relax, we'll go along with it," Miguel said. Carlos didn't say anything to the contrary himself.
"Good," Valerie said with a smile. "Now I want each of you to write down an idea of torture. If the idea is good enough, we'll do it to someone else in the group next week. Don't do something weak or stupid, because we'll just replace it with one of our own ideas."
I had no idea what Miguel and Carlos were writing, but I had a host of previous tortures to choose from. None of them sounded good to me to be used on the brothers, though, so I began glancing around the room. I noticed a vanity mirror the girls used in the corner, and I smiled with an idea. I wrote, "Paint nails" on the piece of paper and handed it to the girls. The others wrote down their own tortures and did the same.
Carlos and Miguel left after that. Like I said before, the rest of my weekend is pretty dull in this entry, so I won't specify it. What wasn't dull, however, was the next time we all got together. The girls took our ideas to heart, and the way they implemented them made for a very...interesting weekend for me, to say the least.