Hi there, The boy who gets tied up in the story, Peter (not my real name), is me at age 17. I'm a few years older now. Apart from that the story is almost entirely fictional. Let me know if you enjoy reading it...
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I was a very young looking 17 year old in sixth form. Physically I was quite small and thin. I was about 5'6" in height with brown hair and green eyes, and a really young face. And I had soft and extremely ticklish skin all over. As I was often reminded, I only looked about 13. I could still get child fare on the bus!
One day a nice, pretty girl called Holly in my class who I was friendly with invited me round to her house after school. She said I could help her out with some homework we had. With long brown hair, she was about my height but stronger than me, quite athletic, and far more sophisticated. I had fancied her for ages, so I was quite delighted she wanted me to come round. She seemed really pleased when I agreed to come.
At the end of school, she told me she had something to do before she went home, but told me where her house was and to meet her there in half an hour.
Holly was a sweet, nice girl but she hung around with some tougher girls who she'd known since she was younger, and they weren't always that nice to me. Donna was one of them. She was taller and stronger than I was and she wasn't very pretty. Not well built but wiry. You wouldn't mess with her, she had a mean stare when she wanted to.
Natalie, another of Holly's friends, was a nice girl mostly, but could be unpredictable. You were never quite sure where you stood with her, but I got on alright with her. She was quite small - shorter than me actually - and a pretty face. But she was fairly stockily built, so she could have me in a fight. Shortish dark hair.
So at around 4pm I turned up at Holly's house, which was only a short walk from school, and knocked on the door. Holly answered, standing there with her lovely long brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a cute red skirt with black tights. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me to go through to the kitchen, which I did.
I was wearing slim fitting black jeans, a plain red t shirt, a black coat with a hood and black trainers.
I opened the door to Holly's large kitchen and Natalie and Donna were standing there, as if they had been waiting for me. I sort of wondered why they were there, but innocently, I just casually said 'hi' to them. 'Hi Peter,' Donna said back.
I turned round to see Holly standing in the doorway. No one was smiling. This felt strange, and I wondered why we were all standing there awkwardly, with nobody saying anything. Then suddenly out of the silence, Donna shouted 'Now!'
All three girls simultaneously jumped on me. Donna pulled my coat hood down over my head to confuse me and then they pulled me on the ground. Although they were stronger than me, I was very good at escaping these situations, so I managed to get free of them and make a dash towards the door.
But Donna got ahead of me and blocked the door. They then all pushed me on the tiled kitchen floor again, only this time they pinned me to the ground by my wrists and legs to make sure I couldn't escape. Holly had my wrists, while Donna sat on my little legs, but I was still putting up a good fight.
'Where's the cuffs?' Natalie asked.
'In my back pocket,' Holly said, still holding my wrists.
Natalie took a sturdy pair of silver handcuffs out of Holly's pocket, and locked each of my wrists into the cuffs.
'Oh my god, your wrists are SO tiny,' Holly said, ringing the cuffs in tightly so as my small wrists wouldn't slip out.
'Get his shoes off', Donna instructed Natalie. Nat removed each of my shoes and kicked them away, and then Donna, who was still sitting on my legs, started undoing my jeans belt. I felt quite scared and started trying to escape again.
'Do it quickly or he'll get away again,' Natalie said. 'He's quite the little houdini we have here.'
Having undone the top of my trousers Donna quickly jumped off me, and before I could do anything she had pulled my jeans down to my knees and re-fastened my belt, so that I couldn't move my legs.
They all relaxed for a few minutes and watched me struggle. I must have looked pretty afraid.
Holly said to me, 'Just relax Peter, we're not going to hurt you or anything. You might even enjoy this. But I've decided that as you're so cute there, I can't resist gagging you, and I have just the thing.' She then produced quite a big red ball gag with black leather straps and went to put it straight in my mouth, but I stopped her by keeping my mouth firmly closed.
'Just pinch his nose,' Donna instructed. Holly hesitated, but then, cruelly, pinched my nose till I was forced to open my mouth, and then she just popped it in my mouth. 'If you could see your face now,' Holly teased.
I was used to being bullied at school, but that was mostly by boys. Mean stuff like taking my shoes. But I had no idea what to make of this at first.
I now felt very vulnerable and scared, especially with my trousers down, exposing the small red pair of underpants I was wearing. But after a while I started to feel quite excited. I had enjoyed the idea of being tied up ever since I was a young kid, and although this wasn't exactly the ideal circumstances for it, I was beginning to get to like the idea, feeling reassured by what Holly had said about not hurting me.
Holly dragged two chairs from the kitchen table across the room towards me. Mmmm, to be tied to a chair was definitely one of my fantasises, I thought to myself. They were big wooden chairs with big legs and bars on them, and therefore ideal for their purposes. Holly positioned the two chairs with their backs to each other and then they dragged me across the floor so I was positioned in between the two chairs - one in front of me and one behind me.
Holly had said they wouldn't hurt me and I believed them, so I decided to try to enjoy this. My jeans were still trapped around my legs, so Donna undid the belt buckle and pulled them all the way off, exposing my small feet, in small black cotton socks.
I knew they were all watching me closely now and it was so embarrassing, I felt very exposed to their mercies.
Instinctively I recoiled my feet into my bum, but the girls just pulled my slender ankles back up in the air in front of me and held them in place in between the vertical bars on the back of the chair seat. Holly took my belt from my jeans and used it to securely tie one of my ankles to the bars.
With that ankle secure, Natalie promptly undid her belt from her combat trousers and gleefully used it to tightly tie my other ankle in place. I couldn't move either ankle an inch now, however much I tried.
I still had my coat on, with only a smallish red t-shirt on underneath it. My comfortable coat was the only thing that gave me any remaining feeling of protection. So, right enough, Donna now unlocked my handcuffs and pulled my coat off, throwing it across the floor. I immediately went 'Mmphh!' in loud protest through my ball gag.
'Sorry sweetie,' she said, very unsympathetically. I was now very embarrassed, although when Holly asked me if I was OK, I nodded.
She then produced a second pair of handcuffs identical to the first. She and Donna each took one of my wrists and handcuffed them to the bars on the chair behind me. I wasn't trying to resist much at this stage.
But I was blushing bright red. I was on the floor of the kitchen of a pretty girl I fancied like mad, now in only a t-shirt, underpants and socks. Tied with no chance of escape to two chairs, and gagged so I couldn't even squeal, with my clothes and shoes strewn around the floor... This was cruel, but it felt exciting at the same time.
I had not even thought about what they might do once they had me restrained. For a while they all just stood and watched me, making jokes about how vulnerable I looked.
TO BE CONTINUED...