Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 3 Added)

Postby hunter316 » Thu Sep 22, 2016 12:06 am

Hello All,

So I find myself a few years into college, and I haven't had the opportunity to do anything resembling creative writing for a solid 4-5 years now. Therefore, I thought it might be fun/interesting/beneficial to me as a person to write something for this site to try to get back into it. For the past 5-ish years, I've been writing nothing, but technical/research papers, and I knew that I would be rusty, but this was honestly much harder than I expected it to be. I had a lot of difficulty transferring my thoughts to paper, or to a computer screen in this case. In particular, I struggled with making the relationship between Carter and Jake seem playful, rather than sinister. However, I hope that some of it comes through somewhat successfully. Additionally, I have done no proofreading except a quick skim, so please forgive any typos or grammar mistakes.

My tentative plan is to do a series of vignettes featuring these characters, so if there is any interest there, please do let me know. I'm having fun writing this so far, so I'll flesh out at least the first scenario, I think. Anyway, on to the story. Presenting episode 1, part 1....






Carter rolled the ball against his thigh as he felt the sweltering sun beat down on the back of his neck, trying to remove some of the moisture that was quickly building on its surface. He could feel sweat dripping from his golden blonde hair down the back of his neck, causing his jersey to stick to his back. It was hot, too hot in Carter’s opinion, and that was saying something since he’d spent essentially his whole life on the North and South Carolina border, where a summer day that crept over 100 degrees wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Still, there’s no place on earth Carter would rather be right now. For a boy of twelve years of age, he was essentially in nirvana.

Carter’s baseball team had been playing all summer to reach the Little League World Series, and two grueling months later they had finally made it. The group of thirteen boys had been playing on the same all-star team since they were just nine, and at this point they all considered one another brothers. It was a dream come true for the group. And now, in the very first game, things could not be going any better for the boys from the south.

The game was an absolute beat down; Carter’s Carolina team was crushing the team from California, 9-0. California was considered one of the favorites entering the tournament, and most of the California congregation, impartial spectators and even some of the parents on the Carolina side had expected a disappointing result. However, the players on the field had no such plans. Their bats had come alive, hitting three home runs off of California’s ace pitcher, who was supposed to be the best in the tournament. He had been thoroughly outclassed, however, by the pitcher for Carolina, Jake. Jake was perhaps Carter’s best friend on the team, excluding his twin brother Hudson, of course. Although Carter, as well as Hudson, were both excellent athletes and considered to be key players on the team, Jake was the undisputed star. He was the best pitcher, the best hitter; hell, he was even the fastest player on the team too. Even though all the boys were competitive, their personalities still managed to mesh nicely, at least until Jake lost at something. His quick temper was his biggest flaw as a person, and his only real flaw as an athlete. He tended to get rattled quickly when things didn’t go his way.

But there had been no such problems today. Jake had been simply brilliant through 5 innings. In fact, he had been so brilliant that nobody had managed a hit off of him. Three walks were the only blemishes on his near perfect game.

So now Carter had been brought in to finish out the last inning. When Coach Jackson had made the announcement in the dugout, Jake had not been thrilled to say the least. These games were televised, and all the boy’s friends, family, and classmates were watching at home. A no-hitter at such a high level was a rare occurrence, and Jake was practically begging to be allowed to finish the game. Alas, he would be needed in the upcoming games, and with such a large lead, he had no luck persuading Coach Jackson. Rarely did people succeed in persuading Coach Jackson to do anything; a large muscular man who’d spent the last 15 years in the Charlotte police force following a career in the Marines, Darian Jackson was not impressed by the whining 12-year-old.

In the dugout before coming out for the last half inning, Carter had approached a sulking Jake on the bench, and slung an arm around his shoulder.

“Hey man, you did awesome today. Don’t worry about not getting that no-hitter. You’ll probably get two more before this tournament is even over”.

That got a smirk out of Jake. The boys had been friends since they were both in diaper. The two of them, along with Hudson, were nearly inseparable both on and off the team, and Carter always seemed to be able to pull Jake out of his sulky moods. Even in a good mood though, Jake had a penchant to be more than a little bit of a smart-ass.

“Yeah sure, man, whatever. Hey, you better finish out my no-hitter or I’ll have to smack you around a little bit”

Jake’s devilish laugh after he spoke certainly made it sound like he was joking, but there was a certain gleam in his eye that made Carter raise his eyebrows. Jake had certainly made good on threats like this in the past, not that Carter terribly minded. “Smacking him around” was essentially code for a certain type of horseplay with Jake, a type that Carter tended to enjoy.

Now out on the mound, Carter finished up his warm-up pitches, only about half of which were strikes. The heat, which had been predicted to reach well over 100 degrees on the day, was making him sweat so much that the ball was slipping out of his hand. With a nine run cushion it shouldn’t worry him too much- he could afford a mistake or two-but Jake’s threat loomed in the back of his mind.

As the first better strolled up to the plate, Carter stepped off the mound and looked back at his friends in the infield. Jake was manning shortstop for this inning, filling the hole that had been made when Carter moved to pitcher. As he stood there in his baby blue jersey with black trim, his long white pants covered in dirt from a slide earlier in the game, Carter couldn’t help but admire his friend. At approximately 5’6”, Jake was about two inches taller than Carter, and his 130 lb. would make him about 15 lb. heavier than his friend. Like Carter, Jake had blond hair, slightly darker than Carter’s, but in the sunlight it shone a beautiful golden color. He kept it cut a medium length, and although it was currently plastered to his head from sweat and extensive hat wear, it was usually kept in a very handsome wavy style. When combined with a handsome face and the fact that his body was definitely beginning to show the signs of some muscular definition, Jake was about as close as a twelve-year-old could get to being a heartthrob; the girls at the boy’s school certainly noticed him. It didn’t hurt that that a summer of baseball has colored his skin a deep bronze, which made his steel grey eyes contrast sharply with his usually pale face. Jake had a certain physical magnetism and charisma that Carter couldn’t help but admire, but whether it was competitive jealousy among boys, or something a little more than that Carter wasn’t quite sure.

Hudson, meanwhile, was supposed to be playing second base, but he was currently on the other side of the base talking to Jake.

Carter smirked. This was typical of his brother. Despite being the older twin, Hudson in almost every way exemplified the stereotypes of the younger brother. He was less mature, louder, and more energetic. When the boys were young, their parents thought Hudson must have had ADHD; He was a constant ball of energy. More than one person had used the phrase “bull in a china shop” to describe him, and even now he often had difficulty focusing both in school and, well, everywhere else. Hudson was even the smaller physically, though only by around an inch. He had a slightly stockier build that put him a few pounds ahead of his twin, as he liked to point out loudly and often, especially if Carter teased him about his height. Carter, by contrast, was far more reserved. Although both boys were popular in school, Hudson tended to develop more friends, while Carter developed closer friendships. However, the two boys were, despite their differences, as close as two brothers could be.

Just as Carter was about to turn around to face the batter, Jake caught his eye. The boys held each other’s gaze for a few seconds, and they’d known each other long enough to be able to read each other very well. Jake’s devious grin said just one thing to Carter-don’t screw up. Carter grinned back defiantly. Jake could play with his head all he wanted, but Carter was no slouch on the mound. He could handle one inning for sure!

Sure enough, the first two batters went down easily. While Jake’s mind game had injected an extra boost of energy into Carter, the California hitters seemed to be broken in spirit. Their swings were slow and lifeless, and they seemed to be trying to get out of the heat and back to their dorms as soon as possible. However, the third batter of the inning was the California pitcher, the star of the team. As soon as he stepped out of the dugout, Carter could see the determination in his eye. He may have been embarrassed on the mound today, but he was looking to get some measure of revenge.

The first pitch Carter through was blasted down the left field line, past the outfield fence, but about 20 feet foul. That perked up everyone in the crowd, and the players on the field as well. Carter looked back at Jake, who was suddenly eying him rather similarly to how a big cat eyes his prey.

“That asshole’s rooting for me to fail!” Carter thought. “I should have figured. He doesn’t get his no hitter to look forward to, so now he has to look forward to getting to mess with me”.

The next thought that entered Carter’s mind was on a different track.

“Maybe I should let this kid hit one. We do have a 9 run lead, so it’s not like it matters, and it’s always fun messing around with Jake.” A quick glance back at Jake changed his mind in a hurry. “God he looks so cocky. Even if I want to, I can’t give him the satisfaction. I can’t look at his smug face all day”. Carter turned away from Jake and shook his head, smiling. Jake drove him crazy, sure, but it was all in good, competitive fun. And Carter didn’t like to lose in his own right.

So Carter leaned in, wound up, and threw the hardest curveball he could, snapping his wrist over to generate the maximum spin on the ball. Except the ball slipped in his hand at the last second. The world seemed to move in slow motion at Carter could only watch his pitch float right over the middle of the plate, not breaking even an inch.

The California batter didn’t miss it. The ball was still flying far past the fence when Carter stopped watching it. Instead, he was watching Jake, who was starring right back at him, with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face Carter had ever seen.

9-1. No hitter over.

No 12 year old kid likes being gotten the better of. No regular person does for that matter, but despite his disappointment, Carter couldn’t help feeling just a little excited.



TBD


Additionally, I've used my incredible google skills to find some photos that I think are a fairly good representation of the characters, so I'll go ahead and attach those for those of you who'd like them.
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Carter, character has less extreme undercut
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Re: Baseball TUG Fun

Postby xtc » Thu Sep 22, 2016 5:03 am

Writing well (Even if whatever game is being played seems to come from Mars!) The scene is well set and I look forward to reading the tie-up element of the story.

PS I don't suppose there's any chance of writing about cricket?

Write on!
Xrc
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but little speedos rule!

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Re: Baseball TUG Fun

Postby hunter316 » Thu Sep 22, 2016 8:27 am

xtc wrote:Writing well (Even if whatever game is being played seems to come from Mars!) The scene is well set and I look forward to reading the tie-up element of the story.

PS I don't suppose there's any chance of writing about cricket?

Write on!
Xrc



Haha, I never really considered it, but I suppose the setting would be baffling to anyone who isn't from America. Maybe I'll add a post with a little background exposition to flush that out a little more. Unfortunately, if you want to talk about a game from Mars,I think you just came up with the perfect description for cricket! Even just reading the description on wikipedia is like another language haha! Anyhow, I appreciate the feedback and the compliment, I hope you enjoy the upcoming parts.

Re: Baseball TUG Fun

Postby chadmc90 » Thu Sep 22, 2016 8:43 am

This is certainly a welcome surprise! This is good storytelling this site has been lacking as of late.

So I find myself a few years into college, and I haven't had the opportunity to do anything resembling creative writing for a solid 4-5 years now. Therefore, I thought it might be fun/interesting/beneficial to me as a person to write something for this site to try to get back into it. For the past 5-ish years, I've been writing nothing, but technical/research papers, and I knew that I would be rusty, but this was honestly much harder than I expected it to be. I had a lot of difficulty transferring my thoughts to paper, or to a computer screen in this case. In particular, I struggled with making the relationship between Carter and Jake seem playful, rather than sinister. However, I hope that some of it comes through somewhat successfully. Additionally, I have done no proofreading except a quick skim, so please forgive any typos or grammar mistakes.


Trust me, I know the feeling. I myself am working towards a Masters in Computer Science, and the research papers keep piling on! I have little time to write stories myself because of the load, so my current story is slowly updated. You did well though, so give yourself some credit.
Check out my latest story A Cowboy's Dream!

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Re: Baseball TUG Fun

Postby drawscore » Thu Sep 22, 2016 6:13 pm

Writing is an acquired skill. Write about the things you know best, and you will do well.

Drawscore

Re: Baseball TUG Fun

Postby hunter316 » Fri Sep 23, 2016 1:02 am

Part 2

The boys were gathered in a circle on one knee as Coach Jackson offered words of praise and encouragement following the game. Carter however, wasn’t paying the slightest attention. Ever since he had successfully finished off the final batter to end the game, he had been thinking about just what it was that Jake might try to do to him later. It concerned him slightly that Jake hadn’t spoken to him since the game had ended. Normally he would be the first to come over and tell him good game, and they would be scolded by Coach Jackson for messing around during his traditional post-game speech. Today, however, Jake had walked straight to the dugout after the game, and had taken up a position in the postgame huddle several feet away from Carter. “Is he trying to play more mind games?” Carter thought.

Lost deep within the retreats of his own mind, Carter didn’t immediately notice that Coach Jackson had ended his speech, or that most of his teammates were halfway over towards the stands to go see their families. It was only when Hudson gave him a soft kick in the side with the toe of his cleat that he came back to reality. “Come on Carter, everyone’s waiting for us”. Over in the stands, the boy’s parents were patiently sitting in the second row, waiting for them to come over. Scattered around them were the twin’s four older siblings, three brothers and two sisters, as well as three of the four grandparents, a number of uncles, aunts, and cousins. The boys were not lacking in familial support.

Carter shook his head to clear it, and managed to slowly stand up and sling his baseball bag over his shoulder. “Sorry, I’m ready”.

Hudson, however, was looking at Carter with a somewhat puzzled look on his face. “Are you okay, man? You can’t be upset about that home run. Listen, you had three hits today. We killed them. You can’t worry about the one mistake. We’re going to need you to win this tournament. Forget about it.”

That got a soft smile out of Carter. With his erratic and energetic nature, Hudson rarely had the social wherewithal to engage in a conversation about anyone’s feelings, but he really was a sweet kid, and he cared deeply about his brother. Even at the not so emotionally-sensitive age of twelve, Carter was mature enough to understand and appreciate how special his brother was in moments like these, even if they didn’t last long. Little did Hudson know that the home run wasn’t what was on Carter’s mind anymore.

The two boys made their way off the field through a gate into the stands where their family was waiting, Hudson practically bounding ahead, eager to talk about today’s conquest on the field. Carter hung back and let his brother take the lead, standing somewhat awkwardly in front of the group of family members as his brother received countless high fives, pats on the back, and cries of “atta boy!” (This family was from the Carolinas after all). It was his father who first broke from the group and came over to Carter.

Most boys think of their father as a sort of superman at some point in their lives, but in Carter and Hudson’s case, they weren’t all that far off. The boy’s dad had been a star athlete his whole life, making All-American in two different sports in college and eventually going on to star in the National Football League, winning two championships in an illustrious eight-year career. He still had the look of an athlete, with a muscular body that would put most younger gym rats to shame, not to mention a certain rugged handsomeness. If that wasn’t enough, he’d followed up his athletic career by becoming a sort of business tycoon, developing the presence of several west-coast restaurant chains in the south and southeast, as well as having a number of other investments pay off. All Carter knew was that whenever anybody talked about his father, they were talking about another outstanding success. Personally, professionally, it didn’t matter; everything his dad touched seemed to turn to gold. His dad wasn’t the type of father to put a lot of pressure on his kids, but he cast a large shadow nevertheless.

Carter’s father approached him and pulled him into a large bear hug, making Carter feel like his ribs were about to crack. This was one of his dad’s signature moves, and at 115 lb. Carter was still too small to do much about it. He had to admit he enjoyed the affection though.

“You did great today buddy, I’m so proud of you.” Carter’s dad beamed down at him.

“Thanks dad” was all a beaming Carter managed to get out before his mom engulfed him in a hug. He hadn’t noticed her break away from the rest of the pack of relatives, but she must have done so with great velocity, because Carter was nearly knocked over from the force of her impact.

The boy’s mom was a beautiful woman, some might say a knockout beauty. She had long blonde hair that flowed effortlessly over her shoulders, and a beautiful face highlighted by brilliant aqua blue eyes. In fact, everyone in the boy’s family had blue eyes except the twins, whose eyes were both a rich brown. In her late 40’s and following six kids, her body was about as perfect as it could possibly be, slim but robust in all the right places. Of course, the twins didn’t think about any of that; to them, she was just mom.

It took several minutes for Carter’s mother to finish doting on him, and after that he had to wait through the parade of relatives who all wanted to get a word in with the stars of the day. Finally, after what must have been nearly half an hour, the assault subsided. The clan drifted away to their cars to go find a spot for food, or simply head back to the hotel. Eventually, it was just the twins and their parents.

“Well, you boys better get back to the dorms. I’m sure you’d rather be hanging out with your friends than sitting here with us” their father said. Although he kept silent, it couldn’t be any clearer that Hudson agreed wholeheartedly. Half an hour was an awfully long time for him to remain in one place, and the boy was so fidgety that he seemed to have an electric current running through him. How he had so much energy, Carter could never understand. It was still nearly 100 degrees, and Carter simply felt hot, sweaty, and drained.

“Thanks dad, we’ll see you tomorrow. You too mom. We love you guys.” Carter bade farewell to his parents.

“Yeah, me too, I love you too.” quipped Hudson, who had already slung his bag over his shoulder and was half turned away from the conversation. His impatience prompted an exaggerated eye roll from his father, who threw his arm around his wife’s shoulder and strode off towards the parking lot. By the fifth and sixth child, both parents knew not to take the lack of attention to heart.

Meanwhile, Carter and Hudson headed the opposite way down a concrete path that went to the player dorms. At the Little League World Series, the players and their coaches stayed in specially built dorm buildings, where each team had a wing to themselves. The buildings also featured common areas to watch television, play games like table tennis and pool, and a large cafeteria that served a buffet-style meal thrice a day. The families and friends of players stayed in regular hotels around town. The independence and the amenities combined were a very exciting prospect for several baseball teams’ worth of young boys. As far as they were concerned, this was heaven.

As the twins made their way to the dorms, Carter noticed that they were the last ones out on the fields. All their teammates must already be back in their rooms, including Jake. “Oh shit, Jake.” Thought Carter with a start. The meeting with his family had served as an effective distraction, but in an instant Jake was once again front and center in Carter’s mind.

As Carter trudged along, Hudson, who had been clearly trying to coax Carter to speed his pace by walking a few steps ahead of him, began to pelt him with a steady stream of whining.

“Hurry up Carter, I want to get back to the dorms.”

“Why, we’re not missing anything?”

“I just do, alright. Can’t you walk faster? It’s like you’re trying to walk as slow as you possibly can.”

“Well I’m tired Hudson. Sorry I’m not the god damn energizer bunny like you are. You know, you can walk faster by yourself. There’s no law that says we have to walk together.” Carter snapped with a roll of his eyes.

This proposition caused Hudson to stop dead in his tracks for a moment, his eyes wide, as though Carter had proposed the most revolutionary idea the world had ever seen. For a moment, Carter was worried he had hurt Hudson’s feelings, but apparently Hudson was rather fond of Carter’s idea. With a grin and a quick, “Well alright then!” Hudson took off at a pace that was just short of a sprint. Carter couldn’t help but laugh at his older brother. He could be such a dork sometimes, but Carter loved him for it.

………..


Twenty minutes later, Carter finally was finishing the trek up the stairs to the Carolina team’s wing of the dorms. The walk had seemed much shorter going the opposite way this morning, but that’s what a day playing baseball in the hot sun could do. All Carter could think about was jumping in a cool shower to finally wash his sweat soaked body. It was so bad, if he squeezed the fabric on his jersey, drops of sweat would drip out like it was a soaked washcloth. Only by drinking several liters of water throughout the day had he and his teammates avoided severe dehydration.

Carter headed for the door at the end of the hall that led to the room he shared with Hudson and Jake, ecstatic to finally be nearing the end of his journey. Each wing of the dorm featured a number of rooms for players, and two rooms for the head and assistant coaches. The player rooms were either double or triple beds, and since Jake and the twins were all so close they had decided to share a triple. Sleeping together was nothing new; the boys had experienced dozens of sleepovers at each other’s houses over the years.

Carter turned the doorknob the opened the door to the room, unveiling a spacious 20 foot by 15 foot space. Bunk beds were set up against the far wall, and lying perpendicular to that against the wall to the right was a single bed, which Jake had claimed. In the middle of the room was a large blue carpet, and right behind where the door opened there was a desk with a computer, which the boys had heavily used in the few days they’d been there. Nature paintings decorated the walls, and to the left was a doorway that led to the fairly luxurious bathroom. The door was cracked open, but Carter could hear the shower running inside, presumably with Hudson inside. That presumption became a certainty when he dropped his bag against the near wall and looked up at the bottom bunk, his bed. The only problem was that it was occupied.

Carter found himself staring at Jake, who was sitting upright on his bed, looking right back at him with the same predatory gleam in his eye that Carter had previously seen during the game. Despite the fact that the sun outside had managed to heat the dorm room quite nicely, Carter couldn’t help but shiver a little. He didn’t quite understand it. Jake was his friend, somebody he felt comfortable around, somebody he would share his deepest secrets with. However, the way Jake was eyeing him made Carter feel so small and vulnerable; it was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Jake’s had clearly already showered; his hair was still damp and messily tousled, which somehow served to make him appear even more handsome. He had changed into shorts and a tank top, which showed off wiry arms that Carter knew were plenty powerful. Whether it was intentional or not, it was raising the intimidation factor in Carter’s opinion. Then Carter noticed the two baseball belts and two sets of long baseball socks on the bed next to Jake. Upon seeing the socks and belts, Carter let out an audible sigh of relief. He had been concerned that Jake was legitimately angry with him, but tie ups had always been a game between them, a sort of rambunctious way to sort out their differences. Or more realistically, a way for Jake to assert his dominance during any disagreements. Even still, it was an outlet that both boys enjoyed, and the terror Carter had been feeling gave way to a sort nervous energy that he always felt before these games. He loved that feeling. He loved feeling like things were out of his control. He loved feeling like he was at Jake’s mercy.

Of course, being a red-blooded American boy, Carter never let any of these feelings be known, at least explicitly. What others took as a laid-back and reserved personality was really a cover for his extremely submissive nature, but whenever these games were played, Carter made sure to put on a front of resistance.

“Hey Carter, I’ve been waiting for you for a while now. You shouldn’t leave your friends waiting.” The corny line was delivered in voice that would probably sound convincingly innocent if the expression on Jake’s face weren’t so telling.

“Not now Jake, I just want to take a shower and get some food, man. I’m not in the mood for this shit.” This was an outright lie. Carter had forgotten all about the shower. He had forgotten all about his hunger. All that existed in his mind right now was this game with Jake.

And Jake knew it. Despite the fact that Carter always protested, and despite the fact that he resisted, Jake knew that Carter loved the games. Jake may not have been the most humble boy, but he did have enough self-awareness to realize that it was always suspiciously easy to tie up Carter. He had tried these games with his other friends, including Hudson, and he had learned that tying up a resisting victim is nearly impossible by oneself. Besides, Jake knew Carter well enough to be able to read his body language almost perfectly, and he was able to detect the longing look in Carter’s eye whenever he began talking about a tie up game. He had a feeling that Carter could detect Jake’s own look of longing whenever he got to talking about tying up his favorite victim.

“I don’t care about your shower Carter, and I sure as hell don’t care about your stomach! I had a no-hitter in the damn Little League World Series, and you ruined it! For that, you need to be punished. You know you deserve it!” Jake adopted a rough tone as he addressed Carter, but the harshness of his words were belied by the smirk on his face. He was really starting to enjoy himself.

“Jake, you were already out of the game, it doesn’t mat-HEY!” Carter yelped as Jake stood up and closed the distance between them in one swift step, grabbing onto Carter’s bicep with an iron grip. “Get off me you asshole!” Carter cried as he, somewhat halfheartedly in Jake’s opinion, attempted to wrestle free.

Jake was having none of it. Just because both boys knew the game was in good fun did not make Jake afraid to play rough. He hauled Carter over to the bottom bunk bed and threw him over the mattress, belly down. With his other hand, he grabbed Carter’s wrist, so he know had both hands on one of Carter’s arms, and twisted that arm behind his back, ending up in a position rather similar to a police officer arresting a perp. “Shut up! You know you can’t do anything to stop me, so quit fighting back. You’re going to get yours Carter.” The last sentence was delivered in a whisper just inches from Carter’s ear, which elicited a sharp moan of outrage and a renewed effort to break free in response. Carter was starting to match Jake’s energy, but Jake would have none of that.

Jake removed the hand from Carter’s bicep, keeping a hold of his wrist to control his arm, and therefore his body. With his other hand he grabbed Carter by the long golden hair on the top of his head and forced his face down into the mattress, forcing him to struggle for breath. Finally, after being held in this position for maybe 20 seconds, Carter went limp.

That was always one of Carter’s favorite parts of the games, the moment of submission. At his young age, he didn’t really understand the psychology behind it. All he knew was that somewhere deep down inside him, giving in, giving up control, it felt amazing. From this point onward, even if he was struggling in bondage, he always felt more relaxed than he could ever achieve in any other activity. The feeling was pure bliss.

“That’s what I thought boy, I’ve got you now. Pathetic.” Jake gloated. “I bet you’d do anything I say, huh? Say “Jake is the best person ever and I don’t even deserve to be in the same room as him”.” With his face shoved in the mattress, Carter’s response of “MMMMPPPHHHHH YOOOOUUUUUUU” wasn’t very clear, but Jake managed to decipher the message.

“Wow, that's really what you want to go with Carter? I’ll tell you right now that’s a bad choice.” Jake ended the statement by cranking on Carter’s wrist, causing the smaller boy to whimper into the bed. “I’ll give you one more chance. Say it, and I might go easy on you.”

Carter paused for a full 10 seconds to think about it, but another twist of his wrist brought a fresh wave of pain shooting down his arm and made his decision for him. His face still mashed into the mattress, he repeated the humiliating phrase back to Jake.

“Ah Carter, that’s so nice of you to say!” quipped Jake in a mock sweet voice. “Unfortunately, you still messed up my game, so I’m going to tie you up anyway.”

This betrayal brought on more squeals of protest from the submissive boy, but they were quickly silenced by another twist of his arm.

Jake’s mocking laugh rang through Carter’s ears. “Now be a good boy, and put your hands behind your back.” Carter made no move to comply, so Jake removed the hand holding Carter’s head and used it to pry his other wrist behind his back.

Carter used this opportunity to pop his head up out of the sheets it had been buried in, and beg “Jake, please don’t, stop, I don’t want-”

“Carter, if you don’t shut your mouth this second, I’m going to make this a thousand times worse on you than it already will be.” Hyperbole aside, Carter believed him. He lay his cheek down on the mattress and accepted his fate.

Jake, meanwhile, had taken one of the baseball belts and wrapped it tightly around Carter’s crossed wrists. Despite previous tie up game experience, Jake was no expert with knots, so he usually made up for it with brutally tight ties. As he slid the elastic band through the buckle again and again, he yanked back on the band after each loop, tightening it as much as he could, finally cinching it off when there was no excess band sticking out. Despite the stretchiness of the material, Jake had taken all the slack out, and Carter’s hands were now completely immobile.

He followed this up by hoisting Carter’s legs up on the bed so he was now laying on his stomach. He repeated the process of tightening the second baseball belt around Carter’s crossed ankles, to the same effect. Carter was now effectively trussed, his crossed ankles forcing his knees out to keep his legs somewhat open. Carter tested the strength of his bonds, gently pulling on them, and groaning in frustration when he realized they had no give. The groan was mostly for show. On the inside, he was feeling phenomenal.

That is, until Jake decided to kick things up a notch.

“You know Carter, I’m really upset with you for messing up my no hitter. I think a crime as severe as that deserves a special kind of punishment.”

“What do you mea-”

“I told you not to talk Carter! Why don’t you listen to me? I guess a need to shut your mouth for you, since you’re incapable of doing it yourself.”

“Wait, I’m sorry, don’t do-”

But Carter’s protest was interrupted once again, for Jake had grabbed one of the baseball socks on the bed and shoved it deep into Carter’s mouth; so deep in fact, that Jake’s actual fingers were past Carter’s lips. The knee-length sock presented a lot of material to fit in a twelve-year-old boy’s mouth, and Carter initially gagged slightly on the cotton, before Jake eased the pressure on it and let it settle more comfortably into his mouth. His mouth was still stretched to its limit. Jake quickly grabbed the bright blue sock’s twin and used it as a cleave gag to hold the first wadded-up sock in Carter’s mouth.

As Jake tied off the second sock at the back of Carter’s head, Carter’s saliva began to seep into the first sock, and he made a startling and unwelcome discovery. Carter had known better than to protest as Jake had gagged, but when the salty taste of sweaty feet began to come out of the sock, he bleated out some muffled protests.

“Why yes, Carter, those are the socks I wore during the game today. I don’t know what you’re complaining about though, I’m sure they taste delicious!” Jake teased. The shit-eating grin that Jake was so famous for was making a return.

This was too much for Carter. Sure, he enjoyed being tied up, but he most certainly did not enjoy the taste of sweaty feet, and he glared daggers at Jake as Jake leered back down at him. But Jake wasn’t finished yet. He rolled Carter on his side and unbuckled his belt, which thankfully wasn’t necessary to keep his pants up. After Jake had worked the belt off of all the loops, he rolled Carter back onto his stomach and bent his legs at the knee, bringing his ankles toward his butt. Carter immediately recognized what he was doing. He knew resistance was futile, but he gave a whimper through his gag, and gave his friend the most wide-eyed pleading look he could muster.

“Ah Carter, it’s okay, it’ll only be for a little while. Well, maybe. Either way, just remember, you deserve to be punished.” Jake’ devious grin mocked Carter as he cinched the hogtie, arching the smaller boys back and causing him to let out a soft groan.

Jake stepped back to admire his handiwork. Carter lay on the bed on his stomach, his golden blond hair a sweaty, wild mess. His cheeks were red from the heat and the struggling, and they bulged outward from the pressure of the gag. The tightness of the hogtie had caused his muscles to go taunt, revealing a certain litheness that might otherwise go unnoticed. He was still dressed in his tight, white, knee-length baseball pants with light blue socks covering his small feet, matching the blue of the socks in his gag. His jersey, which he had untucked after the game, was riding up, revealing an abdomen that was currently laboring just a little bit extra to breath normally. Jake smiled down at his friend; although he might be considered the handsome one, when Carter was all trussed up like that he was so undeniably cute.

Just then, the shower in the bathroom turned off, and Jake was startled out of his admiration. Hudson had no idea what had transpired in the room outside, and now he’d be coming out any second.
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Re: Baseball TUG Fun

Postby hunter316 » Fri Sep 23, 2016 11:39 am

chadmc90 wrote:This is certainly a welcome surprise! This is good storytelling this site has been lacking as of late.



Thank you, honestly. A quick compliment like this can be extremely motivating, not that I'm losing steam for this story yet. I appreciate you taking the time.


chadmc90 wrote:Trust me, I know the feeling. I myself am working towards a Masters in Computer Science, and the research papers keep piling on! I have little time to write stories myself because of the load, so my current story is slowly updated. You did well though, so give yourself some credit.


Haha Aerospace engineer here! Although I find the work interesting enough, the technical research and project proposals are slowly killing my soul. I would not consider myself a detail oriented person, so it becomes quite a struggle at times!

Re: Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 2 Added)

Postby Tiedupsub » Sat Sep 24, 2016 2:41 am

Really great story, I'm curious to see what Jake will do about Hudson. I look forward to reading more.

Re: Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 2 Added)

Postby mikeybound » Sat Sep 24, 2016 8:40 am

You have no idea how much of a relief this story is! This forum used to be so lively, and now it's just like...

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Anyway, I hope to see a lot more from you! Oh, and you forgot to post a pic of the coach!

Re: Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 2 Added)

Postby hunter316 » Sat Sep 24, 2016 9:03 pm

Tiedupsub wrote:Really great story, I'm curious to see what Jake will do about Hudson. I look forward to reading more.


Thanks for the feedback Tiedupsub! Unfortunately it could be a few days until part 3 can be finished, as I have a couple things coming up with school. I'm going to try to get in some writing time tomorrow, but I don't anticipate finishing a full chapter. Hopefully it'll be worth the wait though!


mikeybound wrote:You have no idea how much of a relief this story is! This forum used to be so lively, and now it's just like...


Anyway, I hope to see a lot more from you! Oh, and you forgot to post a pic of the coach!


I appreciate the feedback Mikey.

As I stated above I have tentative plans to write several stories with these characters, so hopefully there's much more to come.

As far as the coach, to be perfectly honest, I hadn't put a terrible amount of thought into his physical appearance beyond the vague description I gave. He's definitely not a character I've fully fleshed out as I wasn't planning on featuring him anymore in this particular story, which is not to say he won't make future appearances. I'll put something in if I come up with a character portrait that I'm satisfied with. If you'd like to, let me know how you picture him based on the little you know about him, it could give me some ideas. Thanks for the support!

Re: Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 2 Added)

Postby xtc » Sun Sep 25, 2016 5:58 am

Don't rush things. Take your time to write, read, re-write, etc. That way you will keep up the standard.
Personally, I'd be happier if the plot revolved around the youngsters. We've got too much boundary pushing at the minute.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 2 Added)

Postby chadmc90 » Sun Sep 25, 2016 9:10 am

So far, so good. I am really enjoying the dynamic between Carter and Jake. As XTC said, don't rush this. It'll show if you do.
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Re: Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 3 Added)

Postby hunter316 » Tue Sep 27, 2016 1:12 am

Hey everybody, I'm back for part 3. This part ends a little sooner than I was planning for it to as far plot, but the part was starting to get rather long. In fact, this whole story is turning out to be much longer than I originally thought it was going to be. It looked so much shorter when it was just a list of 4-5 basic plot points. Unfortunately for some of you, there's not much additional bondage in this section, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway.

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The door to the bathroom swung open lazily, the hinges squeaking slightly as it swung along its track. A full thirty seconds had passed since the shower had turned off, warning both Jake and Carter of Hudson’s impending emergence, but neither boy had moved in the meantime, not that Carter was in any position to do so. Jake, on the other hand, seemed to have frozen. Although his mind was going a mile a minute, it didn’t seem to be heading anywhere in particular. Although it should have seemed obvious that Hudson would be rejoining the situation in the dorm room soon enough, the thought had never crossed Jake’s mind. Like many boys of his age, his ability to think ahead wasn’t exactly his strongest suit. Now he was growing slightly panicked while wondering how Hudson might react to the scene he was about to walk into.

Jake wasn’t exactly afraid of Hudson, and he certainly wasn’t intimidated by the smaller boy, but Jake considered Hudson a friend, a brother even. And tying up and tormenting Hudson’s actual brother may not be an action that his friend would find particularly endearing. Despite his often rough exterior attitude, Jake did care deeply about his friends, and certainly didn’t want to do anything to hurt his relationship with them.

Carter, meanwhile, had a markedly different set of thoughts running through his own head. First and foremost, he was not looking forward to the embarrassment of his brother finding him in this position. Although the boys were very supportive of each other and comfortable with one another, they stilled loathed to be seen as weak or vulnerable in front of one another, as is only natural among adolescents. Jake was not the only boy in the room with a touch of pride. More importantly to Carter, however, was that he was having decidedly less fun with this tie up game as he had during previous experiences. He and Jake had played these games many times before, and although they always contained quite a bit of roughhousing, which he generally enjoyed, Jake had never before been quite so harsh either. The sock in his mouth, aside from being both humiliating and foul-tasting, was starting to cause his jaw considerable discomfort. Additionally, the hogtie, which was a position Jake had used in the past, was much tighter than usual. He’d only been trussed for a few minutes and already his low back was starting to ache from the pressure, and he was having to focus on keeping his muscles taunt against the strain of the rope to prevent additional discomfort. He was becoming increasingly frustrated that Jake was not able to interpret his increasingly upset reactions as genuine, and was beginning to seriously wonder how much farther Jake would go.

So it was a strange scene that Hudson encountered as he strolled out of the bathroom, followed by a not-so-welcome cloud of steam. In fact, he didn’t see anything for a number of seconds, for his head was facing the floor as he tousled his hair with both hands, using the extra fluffy white towels that had been provided to the boy’s room. He was clad in nothing but a pair of black soccer shorts, not the longer style that is preferred by most of America’s youth, but a rather thin pair that ended a good two inches above his knee, and hugged his thighs rather tightly. This was typical of Hudson. Although he was often teased at school for his rather European fashion choices, Hudson was willing to take it to enact his preference of wearing as little clothing as possible, for it could be said that he was something of a budding exhibitionist. In fact, if anyone were to ask Carter, he would only all too gladly tell them that Hudson would prefer not to be wearing anything at all. Their parents had fought all through toddlerhood to get Hudson to keep his clothes on, and the whole family had more than one embarrassing story involving a certain untimely and inappropriately nude boy.

When Hudson did surface from under the towel, however, the sight that greeted him caused his eyes to immediately widen to a comic diameter. His expression, combined with the fact that his hair tousled about every which way by the towel, might have made a casual passerby believe that he had just experienced a nasty electrical shock.

“What…what…what the hell are you guys doing out here?” Hudson finally managed to demand.

He received no immediate answer. Jake, who would normally project an aura of confidence that more than approached cocky, seemed to be at a loss for words. He had to settle for dropping his gaze to the floor and shuffling his feet. His cheeks were noticeably flush, which was rather impressive given the deep tan he had. Seeing Jake so subdued was perhaps even stranger to Hudson than seeing his brother neatly hogtied on the bed, looking extremely disheveled.

Finally, Jake managed to utter a soft, “We were just messing around, Hudson.” His eyes were still fixed upon a spot of carpet about halfway between him and Hudson.

Despite having spent the seconds between being tied and gagged and Hudson entering the room alternating between angry cries into his gag and pleading whining sounds, Carter had drawn silent, although he himself wasn’t quite sure why. If he continued signaling his distress, he knew his brother would stand up for him and get Jake to release him, but he couldn’t bring himself to continue his protest. Did he not want to appear weak in front of his brother? Did he not want to give Jake the satisfaction of knowing that his prank was getting to him? Carter may not have possessed the most machismo of any 12 year old, but he had more than enough pride to cause him to throw rational to the side. So he remained silent.

Hudson, meanwhile, appeared to be a mixture of amused and bewildered, rather than angry. Throwing the towel aside, he strode up to his bound brother and squatted down, so his was level with Carter’s. Carter managed to contort his face into an emotionless expression as he peered back into his brother’s eyes, a considerable feat considering the mixture of pain and frustration currently coursing through him. After a moment of contemplation, Hudson’s face split into a smile so wide, he bore a striking resemblance to a certain clown-like comic-book villain.

“He really got you good, huh buddy?” Hudson threw back his head and cackled with laughter so intense, he had to lean forward on his hands to keep to from tipping over in his squat. Jake, beginning to realize the reprieve he was being granted, managed only a nervous smile, but he did cease staring down into the carpet and finally looked up at the room again.

While Jake may have been feeling a sense of relief, Carter was feeling rather less positively about Hudson’s taunt, and those feelings were magnified when Hudson managed to finally regain his composure, and rather than simply stand back up, chose to tousle Carter’s already wild hair, causing a few of the longer strands to flip down and come to a rest over his eyebrows. That act, while seemingly innocent enough, flipped a switch in Carter.

Although he had plenty of practice in taking a little teasing from his brother, the nonchalant manner in which Hudson had laid his hands upon him made his blood boil. The simple action had made Carter feel so small, so helpless, and so powerless that his frustration with the situation was increased several times over. Jake going too far with the game was bad enough. At least Carter, while certainly not happy about it, knew Jake well enough to know that deep down Jake wasn’t trying to hurt him, he was just overly rambunctious. Hudson, on the other hand, was supposed to support him, to be there for him. Carter felt betrayed, and he felt ganged up on. Just having Jake in the room to partake in his humiliation was one thing, but adding his brother had taken his feelings to the next level of intensity. The rush of emotion was causing a familiar stinging in the young boy’s eyes, and his vision was starting to blur around forming tears.

“Who the hell does Hudson think he is to do that to me?” thought Carter bitterly. “He’s supposed to be my brother and he pulls that shit! When I get out of this…”

Carter never did get to think of all the terrible acts he would like to do to Hudson, for his mind was pulled back to reality by the conversation between Hudson and Jake, who for some reason seemed not to notice that their victim was on the verge off crying. Boys of that age can be wildly oblivious, but this was an impressively poor display of awareness by the captors even by low standards. Still, Carter wasn’t complaining; his situation was humiliating enough without his friends seeing him crying. He discreetly rubbed his face on the bed to wipe away the moisture that was escaping his eyes.

“So what did you tie him up for? Just for fun? Was he giving you shit?” For being the member of the friend group who had never before taken an interest in tie up games, Carter thought that Hudson sounded very eager with his questions. He and Jake, in addition to some more private tie ups, had been playing games such as Cops and Robbers and Cowboys and Indians since a very early age until roughly a year and half ago, and Hudson was regularly a part of the games. Carter had always attempted to set up the games in such a way that he would end up being tied up, preferably by Jake, always with as much subtlety as possible, of course. Well, as subtle as a small boy can be; for his part, Carter had always thought himself rather sly. Jake, however, had generally seen right through it, and had been only too happy to oblige in Carter’s “secret” plans. Hudson, on the other hand, had never taken much interest in these games. Although he certainly wasn’t lacking in imagination, he tending to lose focus, and just wasn’t terribly interested in the long bondage sequences that Jake and Carter always worked into the games, very rarely consenting to be tied up himself. So it was surprising to Carter that Hudson suddenly appeared to be very interested in the situation at hand.

“Nah, I figured since he ruined my no-hitter today I needed to punish him a little.” replied Jake with a slick grin. His confidence was returning rapidly at this point.

“Punish him? What are you, our mom? You guys were always so weird with this tying each other up shit.” Despite his teasing, Hudson was surveying his bound brother with an interesting look in his eye that both Carter and Jake noticed, but neither could quite place. It almost appeared to be a sort of hunger or longing, but that would have made little sense given Hudson’s history with bondage.

“Don’t even start with me, Hudson, you’re like the weirdest kid I’ve ever met! Hell, you’re walking around a room you’re sharing with two other dudes wearing a pair of booty shorts, do you want to talk to me about that, huh?”

Hudson didn’t bother to reply, instead lazily flipping up his right middle finger at Jake and poking his tongue out at him before turning to stride over to Carter.

Carter, who had regained his composure at least externally, watched Hudson approach the bed on which he lay, the sheets becoming increasingly damp with his own sweat, as well as a small amount of drool. The bound boy was refusing to swallow given the rather putrid tastes that were seeping out of his gag into his saliva. His brother walked with a saunter to his step that he certainly didn’t normally carry, and for some reason it irritated Carter greatly. Since emerging from the bathroom less than two minutes ago, his wacky, sweet-natured, somewhat dorky twin had somehow developed into a miniature Jake, complete with a cocky, toothy grin showing off bright white teeth. Carter would have rather enjoyed putting his fist through those teeth at that moment.

When Hudson reached Carter, who had been laying on his stomach, he grabbed his brother by the belt that was securing his hands and feet together and rolled him so that the bonds were angled towards Hudson, treating his twin like an oddly shaped package rather than a person. He then proceeded to examine the belts, picking slightly at the spots where the buckle fastened them tight and pulling at the elastic material, although it didn’t give a millimeter. Nonetheless, Hudson was unimpressed.

“You didn’t tie him up very tight. Don’t you think he could get out of this pretty easy? He probably doesn’t even want to get out. He always loved it when you tied him up Jake.” As he said this he rolled Carter back the opposite direction, far enough that Carter’s momentum carried him over to plop down on his side. As he looked up he caught a glimpse of Hudson leering down at him as Jake began his answer. Carter’s eyebrows lowered into a furrow so deep they nearly met in the middle as he glared back at his brother. Keeping his composure was getting harder and harder.

“I made sure the buckles were where he couldn’t reach them with his fingers. There’s no way he gets out of that until I let him out” responded Jake, rather proudly.

“Whatever, I bet I could get out of that easily. Even if I couldn’t pick the buckles I could just stretch the belts and slip out”

“Okay superman, if you say so” Jake responded while rolling his eyes, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm.

“What, you don’t believe me? I bet even Carter could pull it off if he wanted too, and I’m much stronger than that weakling.” Hudson gave an exaggerated look over at Carter as he drew out the final two words of the sentence, smirking down at his helpless twin while flexing his arms. At least he seemed to be amusing himself with his little comedy routine, because Carter was anything but entertained.

“Oh I don’t know about that Hudson. I’ve seen you guys wrestle more times than I can count and you’ve lost as much as you’ve won.”

“Yeah, well, that’s in the past, isn’t it? These days I can kick his ass whenever I want.”

“That’s big talk, considering the guy you’re talking shit about currently can’t move, and I’m the one who did that to him, not you. You sure you can back up what you’re saying, bud?” Jake eyes were sparkling, as he could clearly see where this conversation was headed. Hudson had set it up almost too perfectly, whether it was purposeful or not Jake wasn’t sure. Carter was also realizing what Jake was angling towards, and while his frustration toward his friend did not disappear, it was starting to reduce greatly. If he could get his hand on Hudson…

“Yeah, I can back it up” replied Hudson defiantly. “What, you want me to prove it right now? Is that where this is going? Fine, let’s do it!”

Both Carter and Jake were now growing extremely suspicious of Hudson’s complacency in this bet, for Jake was not even having to cajole him into the end scenario. However, Jake didn’t much care. If Hudson suddenly wanted to participate in these tie up games that was fine with him. Carter didn’t care either. He was far too excited to be getting the chance to toss his brother around to even consider Hudson’s motivations.

“Alright fine, how about this? You guys will wrestle, just one round, win by submission or pin. And if you win, you get to tie up the loser, however you want.”

Hudson’ eyes lit up upon hearing Jake’s last words, but he managed to play it cool. “Sure, sounds good to me” he said as he engaged in a series of exaggerated stretches, his cocky smile still on his face. Clearly, this was all just good-natured fun to him, now with the added bonus of an opportunity to tie up his brother.

“Carter, does that sound good to you?” Jake directed the query at motionless boy on the bed, who nodded back eagerly, half due to his desire to get at Hudson, and half due to his desire to be released from his bonds.

Jake rolled Carter back onto his belly and undid the buckle holding the hogtie together, allowing sweet relief to flood through Carter’s body as his legs straightened out onto the bed behind him. However, before undoing the rest of his bonds, Jake had one more trick up his sleeve.

“You know Carter, I believe in you. I believe in you so much, that I think we need to give you a handicap just to make this a fair fight. So I think the gag should stay in. What do you think Hudson?” Jake grinned cockily down at Carter, whose eyes had gone wide in protest. The good will he had been feeling towards Jake moments earlier all but vanished.

I think that’s a great idea, Jake!” Hudson’s smiled extra wide, impressed by the deviousness of Jake’s mind. He thought having an advantage in this contest, now that there were stakes, was an excellent idea. Of course, he still had no idea that the gag in his brother’s mouth were the same Jake had worn in the game that day, or else he might have taken mercy. Might have.

“But Hudson,” Jake gave an exaggerated gasp, as though he had just made a great discovery, “you said you were way stronger than Carter. You shouldn’t need a handicap.”

“Well sure Jake,” Hudson replied, mimicking Jake’s exaggerated voice, “but his breath usually smells like a horse’s ass, and if he keeps the gag in, it’ll keep him from breathing on me”

That taunt got a giggle out of Jake. Little did he know that his little brother’s breath currently smelled more like putrid feet.

“Well then, we better make sure it doesn’t fall out while you guys are wrestling. You wouldn’t want to have to suffer through that atrocity” said Jake as he strolled over to his baseball bag, which was slung against the wall near the door. From it, he removed a roll of white athletic tape, roughly an inch and a half thick, that he sometimes used to tape his ankles before games. Using his fingernail to pick off the start of the tape, he strolled over to Carter, stopped in front of his face, and placed the start of the tape on the sock that was tied around his head. Grabbing Carter’s hair with one hand, he lifted his head so he had a clear path to wind the tape around, and wind the tape he did. Jake made a full ten passes around Carter’s head, making sure the tape overlapped the sock and went down onto Carter’s chin and upper lip, encasing the entire lower half of his face. Carter moaned in displeasure and stared daggers up at Jake, but did not otherwise resist.

Hudson was nearly doubled over laughing from his brother’s obvious displeasure, and Jake was plenty amused himself. “Don’t worry buddy” he chuckled while patting Carter on the shoulder, “after you kick Hudson’s ass you can get it off. But if you try to take it off before then, me and Hudson will leave you tied up all night. Understand?”

Carter glared into Jake’s eyes for a full ten seconds before he finally nodded. He would play their game for now. He didn’t have much of a choice, considering Jake could overpower him by himself fairly easily. If it was going to be two on one, Carter would have no chance at all to escape.

“Good boy” Jake grinned mockingly, but he bent down and unbuckled first the belt holding Carter’s ankles together, then the one securing his wrists. Although he had been bound for less than ten minutes, the restraints had been tight and Carter took a moment to rub the red marks on his limbs. However, his mind quickly turned to the wrestling match he was about to partake in. Hudson had ended his showy warm up, and was now facing off with him in the middle of the room. Carter couldn’t get up to meet him fast enough, but Jake placed himself in between them.

“Alright boys, I want a good, clean fight. You’ve heard the rules in your dressing room. Do we have any questions?” Jake’s boxing referee impression was spot on.

Carter shook his head no, his eyes never leaving his brother, his face furrowed in an intense expression.

“Nope” said Hudson, drawing out the word to highlight the fact that he could speak, while Carter was rendered silent. He still possessed his cocky smile, and he seemed relaxed. He was not aware of the intensity Carter was about to bring to this fight.

“Alright then,” said Jake, his toothsome grin betraying his excitement for the entertainment about to take place. “Ding-ding.”

...............


Tell me who you think should win the wrestling match! I originally had a plan for who was going to win, but I thought of a revised plot should it turn out the other way, and now I'm not sure which way I'm going to go.
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Re: Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 3 Added)

Postby xtc » Tue Sep 27, 2016 6:22 am

It might have worked out so differently. "Might Have."
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 3 Added)

Postby hunter316 » Tue Sep 27, 2016 7:34 am

xtc wrote:It might have worked out so differently. "Might Have."


What do you mean, xtc?

Re: Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 3 Added)

Postby xtc » Tue Sep 27, 2016 7:51 am

It's a direct quote from the story.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 3 Added)

Postby hunter316 » Tue Sep 27, 2016 8:02 am

xtc wrote:It's a direct quote from the story.


Yeah I figured that part out, but I don't get it. Is there something wrong with that part of the story? Or are you just using a quote from the story to comment on the plot and it went way over my head?

Re: Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 3 Added)

Postby xtc » Tue Sep 27, 2016 8:21 am

That's the one!
Nothing wrong at all.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 3 Added)

Postby chadmc90 » Tue Sep 27, 2016 9:01 am

Interesting development.....

As far as who should win, hmm. I say just go with what you originally planned. I personally favor 'switching' in tug stories myself, and hope to see all (including Jake) bound at some point. I've seen too many stories that typically only have one, or a certain few, characters getting tied. I like stories where the tables can turn.
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Re: Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 3 Added)

Postby alex967 » Tue Sep 27, 2016 4:27 pm

chadmc90 wrote:As far as who should win, hmm. I say just go with what you originally planned. I personally favor 'switching' in tug stories myself, and hope to see all (including Jake) bound at some point. I've seen too many stories that typically only have one, or a certain few, characters getting tied. I like stories where the tables can turn.


Have to agree with him, cool story

Re: Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 3 Added)

Postby mikeybound » Wed Sep 28, 2016 8:39 am

I say Carter should win. Plus, winning with that gag would be kinda badass.

Re: Baseball TUG Fun (UPDATED, Part 3 Added)

Postby hunter316 » Thu Sep 29, 2016 11:12 pm

chadmc90 wrote:Interesting development.....

As far as who should win, hmm. I say just go with what you originally planned. I personally favor 'switching' in tug stories myself, and hope to see all (including Jake) bound at some point. I've seen too many stories that typically only have one, or a certain few, characters getting tied. I like stories where the tables can turn.



That's something we share in common Chad, and I do plan for all of the characters (and perhaps some new ones) to be tied up, maybe not in this story, but certainly in future adventures. Thanks for the feedback!

alex967 wrote:
Have to agree with him, cool story


Thanks for the feedback Alex, I hope you enjoy the upcoming chapters as well!

mikeybound wrote:I say Carter should win. Plus, winning with that gag would be kinda badass.


Thanks for the input Mikey. Carter having the gag on is definitely going to play a factor in the wrestling match, win or lose.


As far as the next part goes, I'm not 100% sure when I'll be able to get it out, as parts 2 and 3 both took me multiple writing sessions to finish. It is coming though, and I hope you will all enjoy it when it does arrive!