The last story I wrote ended up with a massive gap in the middle of the two parts I posted, so this time I'm going to tell one of my shorter tales.
Since the first time, a lot of fairly similar instances of Ryan tying me up happened. There isn't really enough variation to justify posting a lot of them and there are way too many for me to post all of them, which I why I'm picking and choosing. He now tied me up fairly frequently. His father still doesn't know but my brother (my custodial guardian due to the absence of any other family members) discovered it at one point. It wasn't at all interesting and he is entirely accepting of it, occasionally tying me up himself.
This story is just me and Ryan again, exactly like before.
Now to the actual story. It was during this winter, and back far enough in the year that we were still in the Christmas holidays. My brother and his father were working most days, so they decided to take the opportunity to let me stay at Ryan's house for a day or two, as we tried to convince them to let us do as much as possible.
I got there one evening, and as his father was present we didn't even mention anything remotely related to bondage. We did, however, take the opportunity of his father being asleep. Once we wanted to go to sleep, it being incredibly obvious that his father was asleep himself, we went into his room and he fetched the rope from its hiding place. As was reasonably common procedure by this point, I lay face-down on the floor, already only wearing the boxer briefs I slept in, and he forced my limbs into whatever position he wanted. First he tied my ankles together in the typical manner, cinching them, then did the same with my knees and used a different rope to tie my wrists and then elbows together behind me. He then brought my legs up to my back and tied them to my arms, forming a hogtie. The ties binding the limbs together were fairly tight, but the rope pulling my limbs together was fairly loose, to make it more comfortable. With that, he pushed me over onto my side and went to sleep.
When I woke up I was already untied, presumably as his father may not have reacted well if he saw me lying on the floor hogtied. I got dressed and went downstairs, and more irrelevant things happened until his father left. Once his father's car was out of sight Ryan stood up from the sofa and went to fetch some supplies. That day I was wearing grey socks, jeans, and a dark grey zipper hoodie with a similarly coloured polo-shirt underneath. Ryan was wearing essentially the same on the bottom half with a patterned white and blue sweater/jumper.
He came back holding one thing, a large roll of tape. I'm uncertain of the specifics but it was of the stronger silver varieties. You can probably guess what happened next; He told me to stand in the middle of the room and forced my arms to my size, and then started to apply the tape. He started at my ankles, going around and up, covering up all of my body from my ankles to just below my shoulders and then going over all of it again. He then pushed me to the floor and taped over my shoulders and all over my feet, carrying on until everything from the shoulders down had several layers of tape encasing it. When he taped my torso and shoulders he lifted up my hood so it wasn't taped down. When he was done he pulled my hood up, for which the reason would eventually become obvious.
"Are you comfortable there?" He spoke looking down at me as I lay on the floor encased in duct tape.
"You are fully aware that is not-" I started to speak but he cut me off, handgagging me, before taking a sock out of his pocket and forcing it into my mouth. He then took the tape and wrapped it around my head, taping my mouth shut and using the hood to avoid taping hair. I attempted to make a noise, and produced a satisfying "MMPH".
"Well, that's definitely something."
I decided to test the bonds, and to no surprise I discovered that the chance of escape was zero. I could squirm around on the floor, much to Ryan's amusement, but little else. As such, he then pulled me across the room and placed me against the wall, then sat on my tape-covered chest and proceeded to watch television. I tried to struggle and get him off, but his weight managed to keep me down.
After some time of this I resigned, and he continued sitting there for what I believe was several hours. Eventually, and rather suddenly, he got up off me. He walked out of the room briefly before returning holding some things.
"I figured you might be getting tired of that."
I performed an indignant "MMPH" noise in return, feeling obligated to reply.
"Well, anyway, I figured you'd be hungry."
He took off the large amount of tape which made up the gag and slowly fed me a sandwich, then put a bottle of water to my lips allowing me to drink.
Once we were done he replaced the gag, putting the sock back in and adding even more tape this time. He then did exactly as he had before, sitting on me as he watched TV.
This went on for some time more before he looked at the clock and decided it had been enough. By this point I had been taped almost all day, and his father would return soon. He dragged me back into the middle of the room and, slowly, managed to remove all the tape.
The rest of the day was irrelevant, and although he tied me up again that night as he had the night before, that was all else there was in terms of bondage.
That was a fairly singular instance of TUGS, but the point was being able to write it in one sitting. I may well write more another time, but that's it for now.