"You said 'As tight as you can', remember?", Brett said with a devilish smirk.
"MMMMPH!", Jack said as he stretched and clinched his fingers - the only part of his body he could move.
"Shut up.", Brett smiled as he tapped Jack's cheek with the back of his hand and grabbed a roll of duct tape.
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Jack and Brett had been friends all throughout childhood, both growing up in Durango, Colorado. Even though they went to different colleges, they always met up in Durango over the holidays. They would ski the slopes in the winter and camp deep in the Rockies in the summer. They never took the breathtaking Colorado landscape for granted.
Jack was 21. He was 6'3" and rather slender with black hair and green eyes. Brett was 22. He was 6'1" with brown hair and brown eyes. He was slender as well, but had the bulging muscles of a much stockier person - a function of his almost religious workout routine. Jack had often wondered how someone as skinny as Brett could have so much muscle mass.
It was summer. The cool, clear Colorado air blew softly over the Rockies, calling Brett and Jack back for their annual camping trip. The two of them had gone on this trip since they were in Cub Scouts together. Once Brent was 17, their parents no longer went along, leaving the two of them alone to fend for themselves and develop skills necessary for survival in the unforgiving mountains.
Brett was eagerly packing up his 4Runner when Jack pulled up along the curb in his Corolla, screeching to a halt. "Dude, we'd better hurry up if we want to set up camp before dark!" Jack said anxiously. "Relax.", Brett said calmly, "I've got lanterns this time." Brett held up two butane lanterns. The two of them set off in the 4Runner just as the sun vanished behind the Rocky Mountains.
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It was nine o'clock when the two of them arrived at the campsite - Pine Creek, site #3. It was, incidentally, the most remote campsite at the park. It was surrounded on all sides by at least four miles of dense forest. They pitched the tent, a roomy five-person, as they had done many times before. "Nice. All set up." said Brett.
"Let's get a fire going." said Jack, already grabbing some sticks from nearby. Soon they had a fire blazing nice and hot. The temperature had already fallen to 55 degrees up in the mountains where they were. After a while, they put on their jackets.
All was still and silent around them, save the occasional strong gust of cool air that shook the trees high above.
"So what did you bring?", asked Jack, curiously.
"Just some whiskey and gin.", said Brett.
The two of them, tired and weary from traveling, yet excited and eager to experience the visceral highs of the mountains, began indulging themselves.
"Brett..." said Jack, "Tomorrow, we're going all the way up to the top of that!" he gestured with his drink at a high peak on the horizon.
"Settle down, buddy.", said Brett, "That peak's about twenty miles off, dumbass." His gaze wandered around a bit, then met up with Jack's. The two of them stared at eachother for a few seconds, then off into the woods.
"Man... When I'm out here I just feel so... you know... alive! Real! Like a wild man! I don't need no... credit card or laptop or microwave dinners. I'm here in the wild!" Jack stood up and started walking around the fire and pointing up to the sky and off to the hills to get his message across.
"Sit down, Supertramp." teased Brett, "Stay put." As Jack reluctantly sat down by the fire, Brett got up and went to his 4Runner, grabbing something from the glove box. He sat back down, his face showing subdued eagerness.
"Okay, I'll just sit here. In fact, I'm gonna lay down and look at all of those pretty stars up there! Might even count 'em!" Jack said, clealy under the influence of a bit too much whiskey. "Whoa, dizzy." Jack said as he turned over, facing the ground.
Brett seized the moment. "Hey Jack. Have you ever been tied up?"
It was one of those questions you would only ask if alcohol was a factor in the discussion.
"Uhh... maybe as a kid. My neighbor from down the street tied me to a tree with kite string once."
"No. I mean... really... tied up.", Brett said, his voice dropping slightly in pitch.
"Uh. Nope. I bet I could get out though. I've watched those maguc tricks where the guy is tied up with 200 feet of rope and he just wiggles out after a few minutes. Seems easy." Jack said, becoming more cocky.
Brett sat up slowly and cracked his knuckles, one by one.
"Oh really?", Brett said quietly. Brett, unlike Jack, had completed his Eagle Scout certification and was an expert at tying all kinds of knots. This fact never crossed Jack's mind.
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure I could. No matter how tight the ropes were either." Jack was really egging Brett on at this point. Jack signed and relaxed on the ground. Brett quietly stood up, crept towards Jack and reached for his back pocket. He slowly pulled out a pair of Peerless Model 700 handcuffs.
Brett silently crouched down over Jack, who was too buzzed to be aware of his presence.
Snap! Click..click...click....click. Snap! Click.click...click....click. Brett forcefully grabbed Jack's wrists and locked the cuffs on tight.
"Let's see if you can." Brett said, as he reached for the key to double-lock the cuffs.
"Holy shit, man.", said Jack, "Where did you get those?" There was a tinge of fear in his voice.
Brett didn't answer. Instead, he grinned and walked towards his 4Runner once again. He returned with three 50 foot lengths of white nylon rope and three rolls of duct tape. He threw everything down on the ground, except for a roll of duct tape.
"Let's see if you can talk now..." Brett whisphered as he quickly wrapped Jack's mouth six times with duct tape, pulling tightly for each pass. He grabbed his knife from his jeans pocket and cut the tape, pressing the end down behind his head and giving him a tap on the cheek.
"Much better.", Brett grinned.
Brett wasn't finished. He grabbed the first length of rope and went to work on Jack's ankles. He cut 25 feet of rope off, lashed Jack's ankles together tightly then cinched them, knotting them off four times. He wasn't messing around. He used the remaining 25 feet just above his knees, doing the same thing. The pulled harshly when he was cinching the knots. Brett had an eye for detail in his work.
"Now you're not going anywhere. I still think you're too confident though..." Brett sneered.
Brett began tying Jack's wrists together just above the handcuffs, which were digging into his skin a bit. He wrapped the rope around a full twenty times before cinching it off and tying a complex series of knots to secure his work. He did the same to Jack's elbows.
"MMMMMMMPH!", Jack yelled as Brett roughly yanked his elbows together while cinching the rope.
"Be careful what you wish for." Brett said as he reached for the third length of rope.
He pulled Jack's hopelessly bound hands and legs together, threading the rope through the dense, tight network of knots and pulled Jack into a strict hogtie. He knotted off the rope six times and reached for his back pocket again.
Snap! Click.click.click...click....click....click. Snap! Click..click...click..click...click......click.
"MMMPH!?" Jack couldn't believe it. His friend was a maniac! Brett locked a second pair of Peerless cuffs on his wrists, even tighter than the first.
Brett took some string from his backpack and tightly tied Jacks's toes together. He wasn't moving at all.
"You said 'As tight as you can', remember?", Brett said with a devilish smirk.
"MMMMPH!", Jack said as he stretched and clinched his fingers - the only part of his body he could move.
"Shut up.", Brett smiled as he tapped Jack's cheek with the back of his hand and grabbed a roll of duct tape.
Brett relentlessly wrapped Jack's hands in duct tape, making at least twenty passes, pulling tightly for each one. His hands were useless now.
"Now for the finishing touch." Brett whisphered onto Jack's ear, as he saw the growing panic in his friend's eyes.
Brett returned from his backpack with a Zippo lighter.
"Hold still... hahaha!" Brett laughed as he ignited the flame.
He aimed the flame at the thick knots holding his captive still. The knots melted slightly into a rock-hard, solid mass.
There was no escape for Jack.
"Now, buddy... try to get out." Brett said as he held his hand on the back of Jack's tense neck.
"MMMPH! MMMMMPH!" Jack yelled.
"Whatever." Brett said, calmly, as he reached for the whiskey and took a swig.
"You've got until the morning, buddy." Brett said as he headed off to the tent.
Jack laid there. He couldn't move. The ropes were like forged iron on his limbs. The handcuffs were relentless in their cold steel grip. There was no escape. After a while, Jack fell asleep.
-----
Predictably, Jack hadn't made any progress undoing any of Brett's masterful handiwork. The next morning he was asleep, face down in the dirt, his limbs slightly purple from a reduced blood circulation.
"Fail!" Brett yelled as he stumbled out of the tent, alcohol still impairing his balance a bit.
"I'll let you loose. We've got some prime hiking planned for today."
Brett took his knife and cut off Jack's many layers of ropes. This took a full fifteen minutes. The rope burn left behind was a perfect mirror image of what was removed. Brett unlocked both pairs of handcuffs and carefully removed the duct tape from Jack's hands and mouth.
"Good God!!!" gasped Jack. "What the hell was THAT?! You're a psycho, man!" Jack looked bewildered, yet something in his eyes told Brett he wasn't utterly put off by what had happened to him. "You win, okay?!" Jack said as he stared packing up his backpack for the hike.
-----
The two of them hiked up to a nearby peak where they took a break for lunch.
"You know..." Jack said, clearly hesitant and a bit nervous "I have to make a confession."
"Yeah?", Brett said, as he chewed up his sandwich.
"I've never felt so... good... in my life as I did last night when you were tying me up like that. I know it doesn't make sense, but-"
"Hey. I know. Jack, I've been wanting to do that to you for a while now. I had an idea you'd like it. I don't know why, but I did." Brett said, frankly.
The two of them dealved into a psychological discussion of bondage, friendship and other things. What they both knew was this: Their friendship had been made stronger from this experience.
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My first story. How was it?
"MMMMPH!", Jack said as he stretched and clinched his fingers - the only part of his body he could move.
"Shut up.", Brett smiled as he tapped Jack's cheek with the back of his hand and grabbed a roll of duct tape.
-----
Jack and Brett had been friends all throughout childhood, both growing up in Durango, Colorado. Even though they went to different colleges, they always met up in Durango over the holidays. They would ski the slopes in the winter and camp deep in the Rockies in the summer. They never took the breathtaking Colorado landscape for granted.
Jack was 21. He was 6'3" and rather slender with black hair and green eyes. Brett was 22. He was 6'1" with brown hair and brown eyes. He was slender as well, but had the bulging muscles of a much stockier person - a function of his almost religious workout routine. Jack had often wondered how someone as skinny as Brett could have so much muscle mass.
It was summer. The cool, clear Colorado air blew softly over the Rockies, calling Brett and Jack back for their annual camping trip. The two of them had gone on this trip since they were in Cub Scouts together. Once Brent was 17, their parents no longer went along, leaving the two of them alone to fend for themselves and develop skills necessary for survival in the unforgiving mountains.
Brett was eagerly packing up his 4Runner when Jack pulled up along the curb in his Corolla, screeching to a halt. "Dude, we'd better hurry up if we want to set up camp before dark!" Jack said anxiously. "Relax.", Brett said calmly, "I've got lanterns this time." Brett held up two butane lanterns. The two of them set off in the 4Runner just as the sun vanished behind the Rocky Mountains.
-----
It was nine o'clock when the two of them arrived at the campsite - Pine Creek, site #3. It was, incidentally, the most remote campsite at the park. It was surrounded on all sides by at least four miles of dense forest. They pitched the tent, a roomy five-person, as they had done many times before. "Nice. All set up." said Brett.
"Let's get a fire going." said Jack, already grabbing some sticks from nearby. Soon they had a fire blazing nice and hot. The temperature had already fallen to 55 degrees up in the mountains where they were. After a while, they put on their jackets.
All was still and silent around them, save the occasional strong gust of cool air that shook the trees high above.
"So what did you bring?", asked Jack, curiously.
"Just some whiskey and gin.", said Brett.
The two of them, tired and weary from traveling, yet excited and eager to experience the visceral highs of the mountains, began indulging themselves.
"Brett..." said Jack, "Tomorrow, we're going all the way up to the top of that!" he gestured with his drink at a high peak on the horizon.
"Settle down, buddy.", said Brett, "That peak's about twenty miles off, dumbass." His gaze wandered around a bit, then met up with Jack's. The two of them stared at eachother for a few seconds, then off into the woods.
"Man... When I'm out here I just feel so... you know... alive! Real! Like a wild man! I don't need no... credit card or laptop or microwave dinners. I'm here in the wild!" Jack stood up and started walking around the fire and pointing up to the sky and off to the hills to get his message across.
"Sit down, Supertramp." teased Brett, "Stay put." As Jack reluctantly sat down by the fire, Brett got up and went to his 4Runner, grabbing something from the glove box. He sat back down, his face showing subdued eagerness.
"Okay, I'll just sit here. In fact, I'm gonna lay down and look at all of those pretty stars up there! Might even count 'em!" Jack said, clealy under the influence of a bit too much whiskey. "Whoa, dizzy." Jack said as he turned over, facing the ground.
Brett seized the moment. "Hey Jack. Have you ever been tied up?"
It was one of those questions you would only ask if alcohol was a factor in the discussion.
"Uhh... maybe as a kid. My neighbor from down the street tied me to a tree with kite string once."
"No. I mean... really... tied up.", Brett said, his voice dropping slightly in pitch.
"Uh. Nope. I bet I could get out though. I've watched those maguc tricks where the guy is tied up with 200 feet of rope and he just wiggles out after a few minutes. Seems easy." Jack said, becoming more cocky.
Brett sat up slowly and cracked his knuckles, one by one.
"Oh really?", Brett said quietly. Brett, unlike Jack, had completed his Eagle Scout certification and was an expert at tying all kinds of knots. This fact never crossed Jack's mind.
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure I could. No matter how tight the ropes were either." Jack was really egging Brett on at this point. Jack signed and relaxed on the ground. Brett quietly stood up, crept towards Jack and reached for his back pocket. He slowly pulled out a pair of Peerless Model 700 handcuffs.
Brett silently crouched down over Jack, who was too buzzed to be aware of his presence.
Snap! Click..click...click....click. Snap! Click.click...click....click. Brett forcefully grabbed Jack's wrists and locked the cuffs on tight.
"Let's see if you can." Brett said, as he reached for the key to double-lock the cuffs.
"Holy shit, man.", said Jack, "Where did you get those?" There was a tinge of fear in his voice.
Brett didn't answer. Instead, he grinned and walked towards his 4Runner once again. He returned with three 50 foot lengths of white nylon rope and three rolls of duct tape. He threw everything down on the ground, except for a roll of duct tape.
"Let's see if you can talk now..." Brett whisphered as he quickly wrapped Jack's mouth six times with duct tape, pulling tightly for each pass. He grabbed his knife from his jeans pocket and cut the tape, pressing the end down behind his head and giving him a tap on the cheek.
"Much better.", Brett grinned.
Brett wasn't finished. He grabbed the first length of rope and went to work on Jack's ankles. He cut 25 feet of rope off, lashed Jack's ankles together tightly then cinched them, knotting them off four times. He wasn't messing around. He used the remaining 25 feet just above his knees, doing the same thing. The pulled harshly when he was cinching the knots. Brett had an eye for detail in his work.
"Now you're not going anywhere. I still think you're too confident though..." Brett sneered.
Brett began tying Jack's wrists together just above the handcuffs, which were digging into his skin a bit. He wrapped the rope around a full twenty times before cinching it off and tying a complex series of knots to secure his work. He did the same to Jack's elbows.
"MMMMMMMPH!", Jack yelled as Brett roughly yanked his elbows together while cinching the rope.
"Be careful what you wish for." Brett said as he reached for the third length of rope.
He pulled Jack's hopelessly bound hands and legs together, threading the rope through the dense, tight network of knots and pulled Jack into a strict hogtie. He knotted off the rope six times and reached for his back pocket again.
Snap! Click.click.click...click....click....click. Snap! Click..click...click..click...click......click.
"MMMPH!?" Jack couldn't believe it. His friend was a maniac! Brett locked a second pair of Peerless cuffs on his wrists, even tighter than the first.
Brett took some string from his backpack and tightly tied Jacks's toes together. He wasn't moving at all.
"You said 'As tight as you can', remember?", Brett said with a devilish smirk.
"MMMMPH!", Jack said as he stretched and clinched his fingers - the only part of his body he could move.
"Shut up.", Brett smiled as he tapped Jack's cheek with the back of his hand and grabbed a roll of duct tape.
Brett relentlessly wrapped Jack's hands in duct tape, making at least twenty passes, pulling tightly for each one. His hands were useless now.
"Now for the finishing touch." Brett whisphered onto Jack's ear, as he saw the growing panic in his friend's eyes.
Brett returned from his backpack with a Zippo lighter.
"Hold still... hahaha!" Brett laughed as he ignited the flame.
He aimed the flame at the thick knots holding his captive still. The knots melted slightly into a rock-hard, solid mass.
There was no escape for Jack.
"Now, buddy... try to get out." Brett said as he held his hand on the back of Jack's tense neck.
"MMMPH! MMMMMPH!" Jack yelled.
"Whatever." Brett said, calmly, as he reached for the whiskey and took a swig.
"You've got until the morning, buddy." Brett said as he headed off to the tent.
Jack laid there. He couldn't move. The ropes were like forged iron on his limbs. The handcuffs were relentless in their cold steel grip. There was no escape. After a while, Jack fell asleep.
-----
Predictably, Jack hadn't made any progress undoing any of Brett's masterful handiwork. The next morning he was asleep, face down in the dirt, his limbs slightly purple from a reduced blood circulation.
"Fail!" Brett yelled as he stumbled out of the tent, alcohol still impairing his balance a bit.
"I'll let you loose. We've got some prime hiking planned for today."
Brett took his knife and cut off Jack's many layers of ropes. This took a full fifteen minutes. The rope burn left behind was a perfect mirror image of what was removed. Brett unlocked both pairs of handcuffs and carefully removed the duct tape from Jack's hands and mouth.
"Good God!!!" gasped Jack. "What the hell was THAT?! You're a psycho, man!" Jack looked bewildered, yet something in his eyes told Brett he wasn't utterly put off by what had happened to him. "You win, okay?!" Jack said as he stared packing up his backpack for the hike.
-----
The two of them hiked up to a nearby peak where they took a break for lunch.
"You know..." Jack said, clearly hesitant and a bit nervous "I have to make a confession."
"Yeah?", Brett said, as he chewed up his sandwich.
"I've never felt so... good... in my life as I did last night when you were tying me up like that. I know it doesn't make sense, but-"
"Hey. I know. Jack, I've been wanting to do that to you for a while now. I had an idea you'd like it. I don't know why, but I did." Brett said, frankly.
The two of them dealved into a psychological discussion of bondage, friendship and other things. What they both knew was this: Their friendship had been made stronger from this experience.
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My first story. How was it?
