## All Work and No Play Is Never a Way to End the Day

Post by Saphira » Fri Oct 14, 2011 2:40 pm

It was a slow night at my part-time job in a movie theatre. One of many that occupied the month of March. It was that time where all of the award-nominated movies had left the theatre, and the summer blockbusters hadnâ€™t been released yet. I was in box office, gazing out into the dreary, cloudy night. Every once in a while, someone would ask a question over the walkie-talkie that we were all required to carry, but it had been quiet for quite some time. I checked my phone. I still had an hour left before I could go home. I sighed, just as a text message popped up. It was him. He was currently one floor above me, working on whatever needed to be done by way of putting reels together.
â€œWhat would you be doing to me right now if it was after hours and we were the only ones here?â€ The question made me raise an eyebrow. There were currently two other people working right now, besides the two of us: the concessionist and a manager. This situation could be quite possible if I waited for the concessionist to leave since the manager would be caught up in her office, counting tonightâ€™s profits. I thought about that for a second.
â€œIâ€™d use some heavy duty duck-tape to hang you by your limbs on the coat rack in the break room. Then, Iâ€™d cover you in some sticky ICEE syrup and place a seed bag on top of you to weigh you down and really stretch out those shoulders.â€ I sent that and waited for a response. It was just then that I heard my manager call my name over the walkie-talkie. I answered, and she said that Iâ€™d be moved inside to work concession as well since the other girl didnâ€™t feel well. I told her Iâ€™d get my things ready. I shut down the box for the night, and went out into the lobby. I waved at the departing girl, and then set up station at a new register. When I was ready, I checked my phone again.
â€œ@_@â€ was all it said. I laughed at his use of that smiley. I had never seen it before I started talking to him. I didnâ€™t reply, and instead went about my business of pre-closing. I was re-filling the seed as I heard someone approach behind me. It was him, of course. I waved the bag at him in a taunting way, and when he narrowed his eyes at me, I giggled and went to replace it. When I returned to the front, he was beginning to pull on some gloves to pull the disgusting, disintegrating black mats to the back room so that I could sweep. I smirked at his sucking up ways. I went up to him and grabbed the gloves. â€œDo it with your bare handsâ€ I demanded, knowing that theyâ€™d be covered in black goo when he was done. â€œOr else.â€ He glared at me.
â€œPshh, no, do it yourself then,â€ and he smiled as he turned away. I went up behind him and grabbed his side, so that he cringed at the tickle. I then smacked his ass, and pointed to the ground. â€œDonâ€™t order me around,â€ I stated. â€œI know exactly where that tape is, so donâ€™t make me put it to good use.â€ He groaned, but then proceeded to drag them as I had said. When he was done, his hands were indeed black, and it took him a long wash to get the majority of it off. He flicked some water drops at me as he passed back by, and I gasped, and swung around to smack his ass again. He yelped, but then disappeared without another word.
Closing time came and went without another word from him, and when I was done, I radioed my manager, telling her that I was heading home for the night. She confirmed that she had gotten the message, and so I climbed the stairs up to the break room. As I rounded the corner, I gazed into a mirror and caught his reflection. He was sitting in a chair waiting for me, and smiling like I couldnâ€™t do anything to him. I ignored him as I put my things in a locker and clocked out. I then walked over to where he was sitting, and placed myself on his lap. I played with his hair for a minute or two, and he leaned his head back in relaxation.
When I was ready, I quickly stood up and yanked him by his arms so that he would rise as well. His eyes widened, but by that time, I had already used his momentum to push him back into the coat rack area. He slammed into some lockers, and I listened intently for any sign that my manager had heard. He struggled to push me back, but I leaned into him and kneed his balls when he wouldnâ€™t cooperate. He cringed and moaned as he fell to the floor, and I lifted his arms up to the metal bar. I grabbed the tape that had been concealed under my apron, and wrapped one wrist around the bar. He tried to pull it out, but even with his weight straining the tape, it didnâ€™t move. I grabbed his other wrist after that, and I slammed it up next to the other one. I reached down to smack his head when he tried to escape, and then when his arms were done, I started with his legs. Pulling one ankle up was a bit of a struggle, and it didnâ€™t help that he was wildly squirming around. But with his crotch right next to my face, it was easy to scare him into submission when I showed my teeth snapping down. He got the message, and started to moan as his ankle was tied to the bar. That only left one other foot, and the bar squeaked as his weight was now dangling from it. When all of his limbs were secure, I stood back, and admired my work. Whenever he swung around, the bar would groan, so he stopped just in case he would fall down on to the hard tile floor with no way to catch himself. I grinned at him as I went back downstairs to get a drink.
"So hereâ€™s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

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Post by xtc » Fri Oct 14, 2011 4:48 pm

How unkind!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

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Post by lonewolfandfriends » Fri Oct 14, 2011 7:39 pm

Yes but great please continue

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Post by Saphira » Sat Oct 15, 2011 3:30 pm

I took my time walking back down the stairs. I wanted to give his shoulders a decent amount of time to strain before I added even more weight to them. Entering our back storage room, I grabbed a bag of seed. A full one was 35 pounds, and I only hoped that the metal bar wouldnâ€™t break under the extra mass. I then went back out to the concession stand and grabbed a 32 ounce cup. Glancing at the ICEE machine, I gagged for a second. I couldnâ€™t stand the taste of that much artificial sugar, and the sickly sweet smell didnâ€™t do anything to help it. But beggars canâ€™t be choosers, and that syrup was by far the stickiest substance that the theatre contained. I filled the cup with a mixture of cherry and blue raspberry, making a dark purple color. I considered the amount of dye in that as well, and I chuckled as I thought about how lucky he was that our uniforms were black. His skin would take more work to conceal, however. I also grabbed a pair of scissors and latex gloves before heading back to the break room.
As I finished hauling my load up to the second floor, I paused on the landing and gazed at him in the mirror for a minute. He kept moving around as he tried to get comfortable. One minute heâ€™d raise his head up, and after his neck muscles got tired, heâ€™d put it back down. He kept repeating this process, and his face soon grew quite red with the changing flow of blood. His wrists were also starting to change colors as the tape stuck to them and held him up above the floor. I entered the room. â€œAre we having fun yet?â€ I smiled at him as he threw his head back and moaned in exasperation. I placed the seed bag down on to the floor for the time being, and I put on the gloves. I snapped them on with a menacing sound, and he looked fearful as he tried to guess what I was going to do with them.
I lifted his shirt up, and rolled it over his head so that he couldnâ€™t see, and so his mouth was a bit muffled as well. I picked up the cup and poured about half of it on to his stomach. He gasped as the cold temperature touched his skin. I started to move the mixture around, and he cringed as he felt the odd combination of liquid and latex. Once a decent layer was spread around, I undid his belt and opened up the button and zipper on his jeans. I shoved my hand down underneath his boxers and spread some of the ICEE around his cock. He moaned as he felt the strange texture again. I grabbed hold of his cock, making a ring shape with my pointer finger and thumb, and firmly swiped up and down a couple of times. His body arched and the bar creaked. I made sure that he got some decent attention down there before moving on to his thighs and making them sticky as well.
Once I was done, I had to work to get his boxers and jeans back into place. The syrup was already drying, and it was a forceful process. I also touched his chest at different points, and I had to rip the glove away, signifying a job well done. I decided to cut open the bag of seed just a tiny bit, and I grabbed a handful. I then spread this over his chest, and I put some down his pants as well. He squirmed as the seeds rolled everywhere, and he winced as they went down into the crotch of his boxers. Once a few were stuck in place, I hefted the bag up and on to his chest. The bar groaned again, and he moaned as he felt the seeds being pressed down into his body. His wrists were straining against the tape, and I could see his shoulders visibly shaking. His breathing increased in speed and volume, and he started working his neck again as well. Satisfied that he would be in pain for a decent amount of time, it was back down the stairs for me to collect my next items.
"So hereâ€™s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

### Re: All Work and No Play Is Never a Way to End the Day

Post by xtc » Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:48 am

How useful to have so many handy supplies.
Thank you for the latest episode.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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Post by Saphira » Mon Oct 17, 2011 6:44 am

I journeyed back down the stairs, and entered the back room yet again. I walked up to the ice machine and peered inside. There were lots of nicely sized cubes, and it didnâ€™t look like they were sticking together. Excellent. I grabbed one of our huge buckets and a large plastic scoop, and then started to shovel in the ice. When the bucket was full to the brim, I walked over to some supply shelves and also took the saran wrap that was left over from our stock delivery. With those items, it was time to go back upstairs.
He was still struggling against his bonds, and he was also squirming much more than usual. His shirt had come off of his face, but that didnâ€™t seem to help his situation at all. I could tell that the dry stickiness was really starting to bother him, and he moved back and forth in an attempt to loosen it up. He sighed in exasperation upon hearing my footsteps, and turned his head toward the wall so that he didnâ€™t have to look my way. â€œI donâ€™t know why you have such a long face,â€ I said. â€œI brought some water to wash the syrup off of youâ€. No need to mention that the water was frozen, I thought. He still didnâ€™t budge, so I just started with the ice. I set the bucket almost directly underneath him, and when he heard it clunk down, he started to moan and complain. I lifted my hand up and smacked his ass to quiet him down. I then shoveled up a nice amount of ice, and placed the wide part of the scoop at his collarbone. I tipped the end up a tiny bit, and watched the ice slide all the way down his chest, and come to rest near his belly button. He moaned a decent amount as he felt the cold all of the way down. Water streaks were left across his upper torso, and a slow puddle was forming on his stomach. He twisted from side to side, and a few cubes fell on to the floor. I reached down to pick one up, and placed it on his lips. He winced and tried to pucker his lips inside his mouth, but I still held it there for a second. He got the idea that if he moved, his mouth would become a lot dirtier.
I performed the â€œscoop and tipâ€ method again, and formed the ice cubes on his stomach into a nice pile. He moaned as the cold stayed there for a long duration of time, and his breathing became labored as he shivered once. Since his body was in a decent U-shape from hanging below the bar, I decided to collect the ice and slowly let it rise up his chest. Some slid off in the process, but I only held two more up to his lips since it wasnâ€™t his fault. Once the pile was nearly to his nipples, he was shaking all over. His shoulders due to their strained state, and the rest of his body as it tried to warm him up. The bar shrieked a bit, but it still held up. I then took a really long piece of the saran wrap, and starting at his lower back, I began to wind. It went up and around and over his body several times, holding the ice inside, and making him feel nice and enclosed. The ice did melt, but the plastic still held it against his skin, so he would remain wet. When I was done, he was thoroughly surrounded from the waistband of his pants all the way up to his armpits. There were slight mounds where the ice was solid underneath, but I made sure that it was really tight.
He started moaning and crying out at much more frequent intervals, and his eyes closed in an attempt to help him concentrate his thoughts away from the cold temperature. I smiled, and reached up to stroke his hair. He glared at me, and I told him that he should have gone home when he had the chance. But I wasnâ€™t done yet. There was a small amount of ice left, and what better place to put it than down his pants? I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before taking a full scoop and shoving it under the band of his boxers. That really made him cry out, and I had to smack his ass again in case our manager heard the commotion. Some of the ice must have dripped down because he already felt wet when I smacked him. I put another scoop down the same way, and then buttoned his jeans back up. He started to moan so loudly that I had to take off my socks and gag him with those. He choked a bit, but when he was silent again, I took more plastic and began to wrap his crotch. I made the design look like a diaper, and I wrapped it just as tightly before joining it with the plastic on top. I pinched his cheek and joked that the baby must have wet his pants again. He was starting to look miserable. But I made him stay like that as I went to go replace my supplies. As I crossed the doorway, I heard a loud moan even through the socks, and I looked back at him. He was looking at me with pleading eyes, but I blew him a kiss and went on my way.
"So hereâ€™s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

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Post by duct tape12 » Mon Oct 17, 2011 1:00 pm

brilliant!

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Post by lonewolfandfriends » Tue Oct 18, 2011 5:31 am

Oh great please continue

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Post by sarumansauron » Tue Oct 18, 2011 4:25 pm

Great story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

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Post by thegal » Fri Oct 21, 2011 3:25 pm

ohhh so sweet please do continue.
Maybe if you can add ropes into the job description I'll sign up...

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Post by Saphira » Sat Oct 22, 2011 6:35 pm

I took my time walking down the stairs yet again. I wasnâ€™t quite sure how to proceed from this point on, but I knew that it would have to be worth it. As I opened the door, I looked up, gasped, and quickly closed it. Shit, I thought. I had forgotten about the janitors. I cracked the door open and peered out. One of them had heard my reaction and was looking at me, so I had no choice but to emerge. He questioned why I was here so late, and I had fibbed that it had been a crazy night. It wasnâ€™t entirely a lie, I thought as I smiled to myself. He shook his head in an understanding way, and then went about his work. I walked in the opposite direction, trying to figure out what I should do. I thought of the mess that the ice would make on the floor as it melted, and since they didnâ€™t clean up there, I knew that it had to be properly cleared away. I passed the usherâ€™s closet, but then stopped and stepped back. The closet, what did we have in there, I wondered. And then it came to me. A mop would do just fine for sucking up excess water. Our mop was also nice and smooth from years of hands wearing down on it, so it was perfect for shoving up certain orifices in the human body. I giggled to myself, but then grimaced as I imagined the next person to use it. Iâ€™d make him clean it off when we were all done, I finalized.
I opened the closet, and sure enough, it was leaning up against the wall. There was also an assortment of rags and other brooms as well as various cleaning chemicals. I pondered for a second or two, and then grabbed the mop and its container. I placed a few more rags and a hand broom in the bottom, and then walked back out. I was lucky that no one was in the hall as I walked back to the upstairs door. I opened it, and sighed as I began to heave my load up. He heard some of my clanging as I approached, and he lifted his head up to see me. He looked curiously at what I now carried, but didnâ€™t say anything. Some more seed had fallen on to the ground from the bag on his chest, and had scattered across the floor. I lifted the bag up and off of him, and I heard him sigh in relief as the bar groaned along with him. He was very visibly shivering at this point, and I decided that he had had enough of that torture for one night. I unwound the saran wrap, and water droplets ran down the side as I pushed it away. I swept the remaining chunks off of his chest, and saw that it was now bright red. I pressed my hand against his stomach, and winced at how cold it had been. I rubbed him a bit, and he kept sighing and throwing his head back, happy to be approaching a normal temperature again.
I worked my way down his body, and undid his jeans. I slid them down his legs, so that they were now actually above the level of his head, and looked at how that area had done. His boxers were soaked to his skin, and I could already see some more redness peeking around the edges. His cock was very nicely outlined, and he shivered once as I grabbed it, but then moaned as I moved my hand up and down, warming it up for the next round as well. I stripped him of his boxers, and some more ice fell on to the ground. We now had a decently sized puddle, so I was glad to see that the mop would be of extra good use. I lifted the rags out of the bucket, and wrapped his jaw more securely this time, enclosing the socks more. Another went from his chin to the top of his head so that his mouth was virtually immobile. It better be for what Iâ€™m about to do, I thought. I didnâ€™t want my manager to come running in when she heard some screams. After that, it was time to begin.
I lifted the hand broom out first, and I began to slowly scrape it up and down the inside of his thighs. He winced and squirmed, and the bar above him squeaked a bit, but still didnâ€™t fall. I then placed the brush inside of his ass, and swiped it forward in a quick motion. I heard him give out a muffled scream, and then he began to moan. I placed it there again, but this time, I moved it slowly. I went up and around his balls, and then down along the underside of his cock. He attempted to close his legs at that point, but I gave another fierce scrub, and he quickly stopped doing that. I told him that such a dirty boy needed a good cleaning, and he moaned at that. I brushed all over his ass, legs and cock until the entire area was bright red. He kept moaning the entire time as the bristles touched his sensitive areas, and his body arched up a bit, but he couldnâ€™t escape. It was time for the mop.
I placed the end of it right at the tip of his anus, and as he realized what he was about to do, he screamed and arched up and away. At that resistance, the bar gave a sharp crack at the end with his head, and he stopped as we both looked up at it. The bar was shaking a bit, and I laughed out loud as I thought of what would happen if he fell down with the mop inside of him. It would be a highly uncomfortable situation to say the least. He looked at me, and glared, but then began to plead with his eyes. I smiled and ignored him. I pushed the tip of the mop up and in, and he arched and screamed. Even with the added rags, it was still pretty audible. I glanced over my shoulder, but there was no other disturbance. I then began to move the mop back and forth in a swiping motion, so as to get some water up off the floor. Killing two birds with one stone: torture and cleaning. He screamed again as he felt the mop twist and turn up inside of him, and he moaned as I pushed it in further to get a spot directly underneath him. I glanced up to see tears streaming down his face, and said that I might have to mop his face as well. He choked something back, but was otherwise silent as I continued to swipe the floor. I kept moving it around to different angles, and up and down to different heights in order to give him a nice variety. He whimpered a few times, and screamed once or twice again, but toughed it out otherwise. When most of the water was gone, I pushed the mop up one final time, and then took it out. He visibly sighed with his entire body and then began to shake again. The bar rattled a bit, but stayed put. I placed the mop back in the bucket along with the other items, and smiled as I thought of how I was going to make him clean up the rest of the water. Cleaning Round Two would begin shortly.
"So hereâ€™s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

### Re: All Work and No Play Is Never a Way to End the Day

Post by lonewolfandfriends » Sun Oct 23, 2011 6:35 am

It's violent in a way

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Post by Foryourpleasure13 » Tue Nov 08, 2011 4:30 am

Very erotic story, cant wait to hear what happens next

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Post by sarumansauron » Tue Nov 08, 2011 3:31 pm

Cool continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!