I was the shortest of my cousins at 5'8", but I didn't expect them to take this as an advantage over me. Oh, let me explain: This is Nate speaking. During August, my parents went to China, leaving me all alone for the weekend. My parents didn't trust me to live by myself for a whole 3 weeks, or even with Vince or Danny, so they sent me to my cousins' house. My aunt and uncle were on good terms with my parents and hadn't seen me for about a year, so they were willing to take me.
They had two sons, both just a year older than me. Their names were Tristan and Damien. They didn't exactly tower over me, but their noteable features made them large in my eyes. They were both athletically built, with slimming features and crew cut hair. The last time we saw each other, we weren't mortal enemies, but actually the best of friends. I'd have to say that that friendship almost rivaled mine with Danny and Vince... ALMOST.
I'd kept contact with them on AIM and Facebook, and I've told them once or twice about our "escaping games" as I liked to call them to anyone, so as not to deter their thoughts. I respected my cousins as smart individuals, so this visit surprised me.
"Hey shortie!" Damien said as he ruffled my hair when he opened the door. Tristan helped bring my stuff inside. Damien and Tristan both raced to see who could bring the most things into their room, which I would be staying in. I helped them by bringing down my SMALL bag of TUG equipment ( I didn't know that the four rolls of duct tape and long ropes would be depleted a week later). When I came into their room, they were trying to clean up: I saw long jumpropes on the floor, and, with closer inspection of the trashbin, I saw wadded up pieces of duct tape. I acted curious.
"Hey," I said. They both jumped up at the sound of my voice; apparently, they were too wrapped up in cleaning their evident activites that they didn't hear me come in.
"Oh, it's just you," Tristan said. "Could you help us clean these things up?" He held up some used rolls of duct tape and pointed at the jumpropes.
"Here, put them in my bag," I said, and opened the bag. Tristan saw inside and was surprised as he threw in the roll of duct tape.
"No way! You actually brought stuff for those escape games we've heard so much about?" Damien said, peering over his brother's shoulder.
"Yup, but I didn't know that you guys had stuff of your own, already." I replied.
We cleaned up in a instant. I wasn't too surprised, actually, at the discovery that my cousins played TUGs, since I kind of introduced them to it gradually. They always asked me questions on AIM like, what's better, a hogtie, or spread-eagle, or should you put a crew sock in one's mouth or just an ankle sock?. I guessed right away that they were interested.
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My parents left later that afternoon, and my aunt and uncle went to the store to buy groceries, leaving my older cousins in charge of me.
"What's there to do?" I asked. I didn't exactly want to burst out by asking to be tied up or tie them up... they were really good looking for 17 year olds. Their wall was full of pictures of them in sport shots and school outings.
"Well, Damien's been waiting for a good CoD match. Wanna play?" Tristan led the way to the living room. He set up the PS3, and we played for a while. Now, I didn't know how to play Call of Duty, so they thrashed me. I then suggested playing against Danny, so I called him and told him to log on to his PSN network account. Danny was a formidable foe against Tristan, but Damien wiped the floor with him. We had him on that team-speak thingy so we could hear each other curse and swear.
After we played a bit longer, my aunt and uncle came home, we had dinner and fell asleep, no TUGs at all.
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A few days passed and I soon found out that my aunt and uncle were leaving for the weekend for urgent business matters (so much for leaving me in the care of adults) so Tristan and Damien were in charge. They left us with money and Tristan already knew how to cook, so it wasn't that bad. We hadn't played a single TUG since I got there, and they never asked, so I never asked them. I felt depraved and starved for another experience...
It was on the night that my relative left the house that Tristan and Damien came up to me. I had just taken a shower and was only wearing a loose white wifebeater, some long black baggy basketball shorts, and no socks.
I didn't expeect them to ambush me. Tristan, being a bit bigger than Damien, rushed me and tackled me to the ground, forcing my hands behind my back as Damien stuck a black sock that I had been using that day into my mouth. He then duct taped it shut as Tristan continued tying my hands together. Damien moved onto my legs and tied them tight. Tristan tied my arms to my chest, both my forearms and near my tied hands. They used a combination of rope and tape, making it nearly inescapable. I was surprised at this sudden outburst but I couldn't say anything. Then, they used a rope and tied my hands to my legs, putting me in a tight hogtied.
I squirmed around but to no avail. "All right, shortie," Damien was speaking, "we forgot to tell you: we have a date tonight, and, well...."
Tristan was smiling, "We kinda forgot to tell them that our younger cousin was visiting. The thing is, they've seen some of your pictures on Facebook, and well..."
"We're a bit afraid that they're gonna swoon all over you if you're here when they come and not pay attention to us. So we're just gonna lock you in our big chest right here..." He pointed to thier large toy chest that had been emptied long ago. My eyes widened, I didn't want to be put in that thing, locked up and tied up! What if I cramped!? I started mmpphing and wriggling away from them trying to tell them that this could be dangerous, even for my standards, but they couldn't hear me.
Tristan opened up the chest as Damien picked me up and dropped me into the rather spacious chest. There were pillows at the bottom, so it was comfy enough, but I was still anxious. "Wait, Tristan, this'll be rich...." Damien went of of sight and came back with Tristan. They propped me up in the chest so that I was lying on my stomach, and suffed the whole chest with pillows, which held me in that position. Then, while Tristan held my legs, I saw what was coming. I started yelling through my gag, but I was effectively silence under the layers of pillows.
Damines fingers danced around the soles of my feeet and I thrashed about hard, but the pillows cushioned my wild movements. After about ten minutes, they two switched, and Tristan had his turn. His fingers were much lighter, so much more sensitive on my feet. I was braething hard, and I was losing air... I had to stop laughing, maybe that would get their attention.
It took a lot of effort, but I did it, and they instantly saw something wrong and took out all the pillows, except the ones at the bottom, and pulled me out. They decide to just lay the pillows on the floor and leave me there. "Bye, Nate!" Tristan said.... well, not really. Their dates stayed in the house for most of the night.
I heard them laughing and talking around while I listened: it was quite entertaining. Boy, could those girls talk a helluca lot about the "bitches" at school that they hated.
"Let's get some thing to eat, please, Tristan!" one of them said.
"Sure Charice," Tristan said, "let''s go get some japanese food."
I was pissed. They wer gonna leave me, tied and gagged... while they went out for Japanese food!! I tried getting their attention, but they were already out the door.
I wanted from 8:10 (They tied me up at 7:01) until 9:26, I had nothing better to do, so I watched the clock. Interesting enough, I found the TV remote and turned on the TV to watch George Lopez. I heard them coming in, but I couldn't find the remote at all! Hopefully, they would go this way.
"Damien, why'd you buy another Chicken Teriyaki dinner? Re you THAT hungry?" Damien's girlfriend, Isabel, said.
"Nah, it's for Tristan, when he wakes up later tonight, looking for food." Damien said, laughing.
"HAhaha," Tristan pretended to laugh, "Here, I'll put on a movie. What do you guys wanna see?"
I was soo happy that they didn't forget to feed me, but I was getting sore from this tie. I REALLY hoped the movie wouldn't last long.They decided to watch Mean Girls (ugh) so I sucked it up and waited. During the first quarter of the movie, both girls decided to go to the bathroom, which was convenientaly just across the boys' bedroom. I was listening to the movie, so I didn't know and was shocked when the door creeked open. The girl at the door was really pretty, I'm pretty sure she was Korean, with long borown hair and large eyes. She stared at me, and I stared back, nervous and embarrased. She closed the door without saying anything, with just widened eyes, and a few minutes later, another asian chick came in with her, and they both came in and laughed.
"Hi, I'm Charice, " the Filipino-looking girl said, "oh my God, did your cousins do this to you?" I was embarrased as I nodded my head.
"Haha, I'm Isabel," she said, " wow, that's soo cute."
Then, both of them did something unexpected and hoisted me up and carried me into the living room. My cousins were too into the movie to notice the girls coming up behind them.
"Ahem," Isabel said. "This belong to you?"
Both of them turned around, and their faces sank. "Aw shit," Damien said.
"I went to see why the TV in your room was on, and I found the poor guy wrapped on the floor." Isabel said this with sympathy in her voice.
"Well... uh... you see..." Tristan was babbling so he stopped talking.
"Don't just shut him away from society!" Charice said, "that's not fair to him. Or to us! He's super cute!" They dropped me on the couch and sat on either side of me.
"Wait, let me untie him first!" Tristan said, "Then I can explain."
"No, don't!" Charice said. I was confused now too.
"I think he's a lot cuter all wrapped up, don't you?" Isabel pinched my cheek. I tried yelling through my gag. "Shh..." she petted my hair. I tried to move away from these hot girls, but they held me still.
"Hold on," Charice said, "we just wanna cuddle~"
My cheeks reddned, but all I could do was suck it up. Tristan and Damien looked sort of peeved the whole night, and when the movie finally ended, they were on opposite side of the couch. The girls talked to me throuhghout the whole movie, but I couldn't answer back, since they liked having the gag on me.
"Tristan~" Charice said.
"(sigh), yeah, babe?"
"Can I tie you up?" Charice said.
"Can I tie you up, Damien?" Isabel said.
Both of my cousins turned red and I could see that theywere trying not to say "yes". Charice took my bag of TUG equipment from behind the couch. She stood up and so did Tristan, involuntarily. She caressed his body and worked her way to his hands, which she took behind him. Isabel tied his hands together and worked on his legs. Damien just watched in enjoyment as his brother was being captivated by the vixens. Tristan was soon hogtied on the floor, duct taped around his head a couple of times. The girls moved onto Damien, where he instantly was seduced and bound and gagged the same way. I laughed at their predictability and the ease of how they fell. They regained composure and struggled, but couldn't get free.
"Alright boys, it's been fun! We're just gonna go!" We all shook our heads and begged them to release us. They headed towards me.
"It's just a little game," Charice said.
"Plus," Isabel added, "Consider it your payback on them for having them keep you hostage the whole night." Then, both of them kissed me on both of my cheeks.
"Awww!~" They both swooned. They said goodbye again and left through the door. My cousins were freaking out on the floor while I was on an elevated couch. Little to their knowledge, Isabel had slipped me a pair of scissors before leaving, so I was already on my way to untying myself. As soon as I was free, my cousins looked up at me as I ungagged myself. As soon as I spit out my soaked sock, I looked at both of them.
"Well, you guys," I said, "I hate to be the party pooper, but I wanna go to bed. I'm tired," I said as I walked over to the bedroom. Both of them looked at me spiteful but I ignored their pleas and fell asleep on Tristan's bed. I really was exhausted.
It wasn't until 10 in the morning that I learned a very important lesson: If you untie yourself using scissors and have vengful cousins lying around, don't leave the scissors on the floor. I contemplated that as my cousins woke me up by pinching my exposed nipples with clothespins. They put me in a spread eagle position on Tristan's bed and kept me in my basketball shorts and regagged me with another sock, and a lot more tape. They continued to give me pink bellies and tickling me as their own payback. Little did I know that the weekend was just starting...
PART 2 to be released soon!!