The consequences at my grandparents house

Postby Jay Feely » Thu Jan 13, 2011 2:31 pm

When I invited several of my friends to play truth and dare, I had no idea the mess it would get me too. Here I am laying face down with my hands tied behind my back. My ankles are also secured with rope. The rope connected my hands to my feet. I am in a strict hogtie because the area in my elbows and thighs is also fully restrained. My eyes are blinded by a mask that does not allow me to see. I am gagged with a dirty sock taped around my mouth.

How did I end up at this mess is the question you may be asking yourself. Well, it was the summer of 2007. I was seventeen years old hanging out with my grandparents cousins in Texas. These people are amazing to me, but it was a game that I decided to play that sealed my fate. Truth and Dare seemed relatively harmless at first, but it was all their ideas of leading me to a trap. In fact, Dustin was the ring leader behind it. I should have known their intentions because a week ago, I put peanut butter and jelly in their shoes. Also, my brother Jackson was fed up with my annoying behaviors from pestering them, interrupting them, and bossing their around, but my sister was also restrained in another room, with her wrists tied above her head to the front bed board and ankles restrained to the bottom bed board, but I had no idea of this.
The dare was simple. Tie up Jay Feely my brother told Dustin. I had tried to run away from this uncomfortable situation, but Jackson tackled me and pinned my arms behind my back and pressed on them hard until I surrendered to the pain. Dustin quickly had my wrists and ankles tied and when they put on the gag and blindfold, I was doomed to be tortured through their devious methods.

Now, they had left the room, and I was fully clothed, but it was all part of their plan. They started to mess with my hair by moving fingers around it which actually made me feel comfortable. After that, they peeled back my socks revealing my soft and tender bare feet. They started to tickle my feet simply by using their tongues and licking my soles. It was a simple tickle, but it did cause me to giggle. Dustin licked slowly creating an effect that was unique to me. After tickling my feet, they took pictures of my feet, and I could hear them completing their next big plan. They warned me to stay quiet about this, or they will post my pictures on the Internet school website for all my fellow classmates to see. I was trapped in the hands of Dustin and Jackson. Their next torture method was horrendous. They stuck thumb tacks in various areas of my feet and hands, and it hurt a lot as I screamed, but the gag muffed the noise. Jackson suggested that they fed me, so they untied me, but warned me not to resist after that because they would send the pictures if I did not let them tie me up again. They fed me baby food, which was disgusting and out of my preferences, but I had no choice but to listen to them.
After feeding me the baby food, they gave me a sip of another disgusting item known as ginger ale. I could have spit it at them, but I kept my composure. I let them hogtie me again, and they would continue with their torture. They then proceeded to rub ice cubes up and down my feet causing me discomfort as it was summer, and the cold cubes was not the condition I expected. They had two dogs come in the room and I could hear them barking in the distance. Not knowing what would happen, I felt tongue strokes from the dogs and it tickled like hell as my laughter grew. When this happened to me, I wanted to rip my friends apart, but knew they were in control of the predicament.

My cousin brought in his friend Abigail, and thoughts raced through my mind. Abigail was very mean to me during the summer I spent there. She slapped my feet with a cane, and I figured that if I had any injury at all, my grandparents and parents would get my cousin and siblings in trouble, but it was no use as they explained to them that I had suffered a fall down a thorn bush, and it would work later. She got out a bottle of red nail polish and I knew that because when I was released later, I found that my toes were bright red, and they would not give me nail polish remover. I felt safe in knowing that my hands were not painted. Finally, she nibbled at my toes, and it was embarrassing because I got hard all of a sudden and my tormentors noticed it.

Suddenly, the torture ended because the door knob turned in the distance, and my cousins and siblings had to untie me before my grandparents walked in, but they forgot one important detail. They had left my sister tied up after they had tortured her, so they were scolded. It was a wild night, in which I wanted to forget because it was clearly no fun to me despite my love of bondage and torture because they had given me no option to escape.

The End
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: The consequences at my grandparents house

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Jan 14, 2011 11:33 am

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