Postby alveyman77 » Sat Jul 25, 2009 12:50 am
Wow, its been a while. I kind of left my posts and forgot about them a while back. Well anyway, here's more of what happened to Jordan during his initiating TUG.
He had been tied up on the floor of my bedroom for a few hours after our game that night when I finally went back upstairs. When he heard me walking toward him he called to me through the gag. I figured that he had been tortured enough so I didn't tickle him any more. I released his hogtie and let him stretch his legs a little bit. I took the cleat off of his face and the tape off of his eyes, but I decided to leave the dirty sock taped in his mouth. I untied his legs and took off his other sock. I then grabbed his baseball pants and started to pull them off. He tried to struggle away, but I told him to hold still. I pulled his pants off exposing his sweaty jock strap underneath. I then told him I was going to untie his hands to take off his uniform top. He complied, knowing how much worse it might be if he struggled. He took off his jersey and the white undershirt leaving him almost completely naked, save for the little jock he was wearing. I retied his hands behind his back and led him downstairs.
I pulled a chair to sit in front of the TV and sat him down in it. I grabbed the roll of duct tape to tie him down into it. I secured both of his legs to the legs of the chair, all the way from his ankles up to his knees. I then slowly untied his arms to retie them one at a time to the arms of the chair, from his wrists to his elbows. I then wrapped plenty of duct tape around his chest securing him to the back of the chair. I turned on the TV and popped in one of my mother's sappy chick movies. I set the DVD to play automatically so that it would repeat without my having to restart it. And then I left him there. Jordan protested immediately, but I ignored him and walked upstairs. Thinking that he couldn't get free from his bonds and that the movie was good enough torture, I decided that I would lay down and rest my eyes for a few minutes.
Suddenly, I jolted awake. I knew instantly that I had fallen asleep, and into a very deep sleep at that, because I lay bound tightly on the floor staring at Jordan's bound feet inches from my face. Jordan had managed to free himself from the chair downstairs and snuck up on me while I was asleep. I was completely out of it, because Jordan managed to slowly strip me out of my clothes, taking off my bed shirt and pants, as well as my boxers leaving me completely naked. Even then, I didn't wake up, but continued to sleep soundly as he bound my ankles, knees, thighs, wrists, and elbows with lots of duct tape. He taped my hands to my upper body and then using a piece of rope he brought my ankles up to meet my bound hands, securing me in a tight hogtie. Still, I was asleep, so Jordan laid me on the floor, found one of my own baseball socks from my pile of dirty clothes, and stuffed it in my mouth. He secured it with lots of duct tape. He then added one final touch before he began to prod me awake with his feet. When I came around, I realized that he had taken off his dirty jock strap and tied it around my nose. I furiously tried to shake it off, but it wouldn't move any, and neither would anything else. I was stuck at Jordan's mercy.
I lay down on the floor looking up at Jordan waiting for whatever he was going to pull. He stood there in my room (he was naked too, having taken off his jock. apparently it doesn't bother Jordan.) looking down at me thoughtfully. Finally he reached down for me and began to tickle me. I was laughing hard into my gag for several minutes before he let up. He sat back a little and eyed me curiously. "You really like this, don't you?" he said, motioning downwards. I reddened immediately, but Jordan said, "that's OK, I'm glad you introduced me to the game. I kind of like this too." He smiled at me before picking me up to carry me somewhere. To make me uncomfortable, he carried me upside down with my face pressed up to his exposed crotch. He carried me downstairs, thankfully bypassing the chick movie that was still playing in the living room. He carried me into the garage where there was a pole running up the middle of the floor. I had used it a few times before to tie some other friends of mine. Jordan untied my hogtie and pulled me to my feet. He then untied my arms and quickly retied them above my head. He ran a string from my bound wrists through a ring at the top of the pole and pulled it tight. My body stretched taut as I tried to keep my feet on the floor. He then moved along the length of my body taping me to the pole at my wrists, elbows, shoulders, chest, stomach, waist, thighs, knees, and ankles. He then tied another of our long baseball socks around my eyes, blindfolding me. Jordan was very sure that I was not going to get free from my tie.
Jordan then walked back into the house. He shut the door and turned off the light, plunging me into complete darkness. I struggled against my bonds, but there was no way that I was going to get free. I finally quit resisting and stood there waiting for him to return. I thought that he would return quickly to at least let me go to sleep, even if he didn't untie me, but I found out later that he went upstairs to my room and fell asleep on the bed, completely forgetting about me. He was exhausted, like me, from the baseball game and the TUG that night, so he slept for the whole night and into a good part of the morning. Around 11 on Saturday morning, Jordan finally came back to the garage. But I was still not free yet.