He's asked me to illustrate these too. Maybe I will someday, if I get the chance and other people make the same request.
These stories are written in an unusual style: third person present tense, which I have used for writing roleplaying novels to aloow the reader to make choices. I did not use this as extensively as I'd planned to for Footyman, and though I have edited out what options there were (taking the path he chose of course) I left the story written in that mode rather than do an extensive rewrite. If you like, imagine this happening to you - if you enjoy this sort of thing.
I do, anyway.

Footyman’s Long Day
You accidentally discover that your friend new Martin is into TUGs one day when you take a quick walk into the woods near your house for a quick self-tie to a tree at a familiar spot. He was already there, tying himself up to the same tree you had already selected – unaware of your approach until it was too late for him to get away and avoid awkward explanations. You show your understanding by tying him more securely to the tree than he had planned on, and leaving him tied up until he agreed that playing TUGs with you would be lots more fun than doing them all by himself.
And it didn’t hurt that Martin is your age, well built, and really hot!
For a few weeks you two take turns tying each other up either at your house when no one else is at home or out in the woods. Martin lives nearby but didn’t want to take you there because his older brother Derek was almost always home, and playing TUGs while HE was around might not be a good idea. You took his word for it and didn’t argue.
About the only real fly in the ointment was that you’d like to play certain torture games with Martin, and he adamantly refused to do so – either giving or receiving. You could of course have done this on your own to him anyway whenever you had him tied up, but feared that the first time would be the last time as well. Reluctant to spoil a good thing, you have gone without playing the kind of torture games with Martin that you really crave playing.
Then, earlier today, Martin called you on the phone and asked you to come straight over. “I have a real surprise waiting for you,†he told you. “I think it’s time we played those games you keep talking about!â€
You did not wait to hear more!!!
You go to his house as fast as you can (you knew where he lived even though you never visited him here before) and ring his doorbell.
Martin opens the door, wearing only a set of bright pink Speedos. When you step inside, he gisve you another set of pink Speedos and tells you that you can do whatever you wish to do to him for the entire day if you will put those on. You do not relish the idea of wearing pink Speedos at first, but after all only Martin (who is wearing an identical set) will see you and there may never be another chance to fulfill all those fantasies of what you would do with Martin if ever given the chance. So without a thought you go into the bathroom to change out of your clothes and into the pink Speedos. Then you hurry out, ready and eager to place martin completely at your mercy!
To your surprise it was not just your friend Martin who awaits you when you step out of the bathroom: with him an older, even more rugged boy with a shaven head and tattoos all over his arms. He is also wearing only a set of Speedos; only his are black with a skull and crossbones motif on them! The Speedos poorly conceal the raging hard-on he has at the first sight of you in yours.
Before you can react, both Martin and the other boy (who must be 19 or 20) grab you, wrestle you down to the floor, and place cuffs on your hand and feet. You struggle, but it is to no avail. You start to yell, and are soon thoroughly and quickly tape-gagged. You would perhaps be a match for Martin in a fair fight one-on-one, but taken by surprise like this and with the second, larger boy along too, you have no hope at all of prevailing. You continue to struggle anyway as the two of them carry you into a nearby bedroom and drop you (not too gently) on the bed.
You continue to struggle as Martin and the other boy sit on top of you and proceed to tie you securely with rolls of duct tape. Within minutes, your lower legs and your arms and shoulders are cocooned with duct tape. Your tape gag is replaced with a ball gag after another pointless effort to resist. For good measure, your feet are secured to the bedpost with the leg cuffs. You are now secure, silent, and helpless.
“I told you I had a surprise for you,†Martin says to you as he sits on your chest and smiles down at you. “We ARE going to play those torture games just as I promised, of course… but not with each other as you figured.
“By the way, this is Derek, my older brother,†Martin continues as the older boy gathers up a bunch of rope. “Turns out he’s into TUGs too, and he’s going to play with the both of us.â€
“Let’s get you comfy, kid,†Derek says to you. “Then I’ll do the same for Martin.â€
You are blindfolded, and ear plugs are taped onto your ears so that you cannot hear a thing. And then a vibrator is attached to you and turned on, keeping you too occupied for a while to wonder what is going to happen to you next.
The vibrator dominates all of your sensations for a long while, and you are close to ‘cumming’ when it is abruptly turned off. A moment later the blindfold is taken from your eyes so that you can see. Martin is now lying on the bed right beside you, taped and gagged in a fashion identical to your own.
“Martin wanted you to join us in our TUGs,†Derek tells you as he straddles your chest again and removes your ear plugs. “And as our guests, we’ve agreed that I’m going to give you my undivided attention all day while he lays there and watches. Maybe later I’ll let him join in and help me play with you. But for now kid, you all mine!â€
Derek proceeds to tickle your ribs, causing you to want to laugh hysterically! You try to avoid his tickling fingers, but you are trapped beneath his muscular body as he holds you down and explores his ticklish spots with his fingers. Martin lays besides you and watches silently; an amused gleam in his eyes.
You have a long day ahead of you.
After a few more minutes of merciless tickling in areas you never knew before were ticklish. Derek relents for a minute and gets off of you – but only to put the blindfold back upon you. Then the earplugs go back on as well, leaving you blind, deaf, and unable to tell where your captor is or what he is doing.
After a moment he tickles you some more, and now it is worse than before because you cannot see what he is doing or where (or even when) he will tickle you next. Derek is no longer sitting on you so you do not even know where he is. He does not tickle you constantly like before, nor does he use his fingers. Instead it feels like he is brushing you with a large, very soft feather! He strokes one part of you with it, then there is a long, suspenseful pause; and then another brush in a completely different and unexpected place. The bottoms of your helpless feet seem to be the most frequent targets now, but they are far from being the only ones. The tickling is the only sensation you can feel now, which greatly magnifies their effect upon you.
You cannot tell long this goes on… but it feels like forever.
Finally there is a long pause when nothing at all seems to happen. Abruptly you feel a weight on your belly as your captor straddles you there once again, and a moment later your blindfold is gently moved up off your eys so that so can see a little. What you see is Derek as he grasps your nipples and begins to twist and squeeze them. You gasp in pain through your gag as he twists harder and harder. Then, when you think you can take no more of this, he stops – only to take an alligator clip in each hand and place them on your nipples! Pain shoots through your nipples as you see Derek laugh, clap you on the chest between your nipples a couple of times, and then replace your blindfold.
You writhe and thrash in a futile effort to get those horrible clips off of your nipples, but it is to no avail. You feel some motion on the bed beside you, and assume that Derek is now turning his attention to tormenting Martin for a while. However, the pressure and pain in your nipples soon become your entire world, and you are incapable of feeling or caring about anything else in the whole world except for the pressure on your nipples - and for a different pressure that also comes to your attention somewhat lower down!
Those Speedos, reasonably comfortable before, are getting rather too right now!!!
You see nothing. You hear nothing. You feel nothing but your nipples and your groin.
Time seems to stand still!!! And then…
The clips are abruptly removed from your nipples, which at first seems to only increase the agony rather than alleviate it. Then you feel a weight atop your belly again as you are straddled, and soft hands gently massage your nipples and tenderly take the pain away.
You are surprised, as Derek didn’t strike you as being the gentle type. But when the blindfold is lifted off your eyes again a moment later you see it is not Derek at all but Martin who is straddling you and massaging the pain away. He is completely untied, and Derek is nowhere in sight.
Martin finishes his massage and removes the earplugs. “You must be thirsty by now. Do you want a drink of water?†he asks you gently.
You nod eagerly; your mouth feels like cotton!
Martin gets off of you and walks out of the room, leaving you tied up all alone for a few moments. You test your bonds to see if there is any slack at all – any hope of freeing yourself before Martin returns. There is none, and you give up even before Martin returns with a glass of ice-cold water on the rocks, sets it down on a nightstand beside the bed, and removes the gag so you may drink. He holds your head up gently with one hand while holding the glass of liquid refreshment to your lips with the other, and you drink greedily until only a few ice cubes remain.
Then before you can think to ask Martin for anything (to be untied or something else) he quickly places the gag securely back on you.
Then, with a mischievous smile, he takes the ice left in the glass and dumps down the front insides of your Speedos – eliciting a loud *MMPH!* of pure outrage!
“Don’t be mad,†says Martin as he now lies on top of you and holds you in his arms. “I’ll warm you up! And Derek will make sure I keep you warm!â€
As if on cue, Derek enters the room with several more rolls of duct-tape in his hands. He proceeds to wrap Martin in duct-tape just as your friend is: lying on top of you chest to chest – and groin to groin. Once Martin’s upper body is secured reasonably well for the moment (but his legs are still free), Derek cuts off the tape that connects you to the bed and frees you from the now superfluous leg cuffs. With some cooperation from the still loosely-tied Martin, Derek manages to stand you both up facing together and then wraps the both of you securely together with several rolls of duct tape. When he finishes, only your heads and the areas covered by (and immediately adjacent to) your Speedos are left uncovered.
That is when the Speedos are pulled down and the vibrators are put into place! They are set on an automatic timer to start up at a time unknown to you. Once these are secured into place, you and Martin are roughly laid back down on the bed side by side and you are secured to it again by the legcuffs. You are blindfolded and ear-plugged once again, and Derek leaves the two of you alone. As far as you know, he does not even stay in the same room with you two, but you cannot tell for sure. However, he does not touch you and you cannot hear or see or smell anything to indicate he is still nearby.
Martin grabs all of your attention. Whereas you are gagged, he is not. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,†he whispers to you quietly. And then he begins to kiss your face, all around your ball gag. You squirm and mumble into your gag, but nothing you do causes him the least hesitation. And from kissing, he goes to licking your face like a puppy!
Suddenly your vibrator turns on – and so do you!!!
You writhe and thrash around – and so does Martin. But his writhing and thrashing is more rhythmic in nature; steadily and purposefully the bulge behind his Speedos rubs hard up against the growing bulge within your own, and your attempts to elude this only cause you to imitate his rhythm and supplement it. Rather than avoiding his thrusts, you find yourself hitting against them as hard as you can… your body’s senses spurred on by the relentless, merciless insistence of that unceasing vibrator!!!
The pressure mounts… and the pleasure mounts…
You are confused. You think for a moment that you need to GO. Then you wonder if you are about to CUM.
You don’t know if you’re CUMMING or GOING!!!
And then… AND THEN…
You hold out as long as you can, but Martin’s continuing thrusts make this increasingly difficult. Finally his own weapon fires and covers the insides of his Speedos with spunk. The moment you feel that against your own Speedos, you lose the battle and explode in your own turn… making yourself feel far funkier still.
Martin sighs and tightens his hold upon you as he lays his head down upon you as much as his own bonds allow him to. He rubs his cheeks against yours in evident contentment, and despite yourself you feel a growing sense of contentment of your own.
You and Martin lay together like this for another hour or so when Derek returns, Laughs at what he sees, and proceed to cut you and Martin loose from your duct-tape imprisonment. Martin is completely freed, but the handcuffs and leg cuffs are left on you as Derek and Martin together take you out of the room and into a bathroom nearby.
“I’m going to get the dirty Speedos off you and let you shower, okay?†says Martin. “Do you promise not to kick me or anything?â€
Still being gagged, you silently nod your agreement; you want to get those funky Speedos off and get that shower too much to put up futile resistance now!
Martin removes your leg cuffs and then pulls down your Speedos. You kick them off as Martin turns on the shower. You turn your back toward Martin expecting him to remove your handcuffs. Instead he merely grasps you by the arms, steps into the shower himself, and pulls you in after him. You are then bathed and your hair shampooed by Martin as if you were a pet dog. You do not resist; you find yourself enjoying it – as Martin can see for himself when he washes your own spunk off of you! He washes you leisurely and as gently as a mother washing an infant. You are almost sorry when he finishes and pulls you out of the shower again.
Martin gores to a dresser and pulls out another set of pink Speedos (dashing any thought – hope or fear – that you are about to be set free), and helps you get into them. Once they are around your middle, Martin places the leg cuffs back on you. You do not resist; Derek may be around, and perhaps you would resist even if he were not and you somehow knew this to be the case.
But Derek is around, he comes out of another room as Martin leads you out of the bathroom, and together they escort you to the living room. You are made to sit on the couch, where Derek takes a pair of handcuffs, claps one end around the middle of the set locked around your wrists, pulls your wrists down to the front of your feet, and locks the other end to the legcuffs. You are doubled over into a frontal hogtie as you are roughly yanked off the couch and kneel in front of the couch, facing toward it.
Martin is then handcuffed with his hands behind him, leg-cuffed, and then, after he lays down on the couch, secured in a hogtie with another set of cuffs. Then Derek casually sits on Martin’s belly, places his bare feet on your back where you kneel like you were a footstool, turns on the TV with a remote, and watches a football game. He is just in time to catch the game when it starts, and he watches the game all the way to its end without once giving you or Martin a break. Fortunately for your knees, the floor is covered with very thick shag carpeting.
At the end of the game, Derek gets up, releases your hogtie, uncuffs one wrists, places your wrists behind you, recuffs you, and restores your hogtie so that it is identical with Martin’s. Martin is then lifted off the couch and made to kneel behind you, facing the other way and back to back with you. Another set of handcuffs secures the pair of you together.
Derek steps out and leaves you two alone for a while. He soon returns with a plate filled with small bite-sized Pizza bits. He holds one up close to Martin. “I beg you to feed me, master,†says Martin. Derek obliges by popping a pizza bit into the boy’s mouth. Martin chews this morsel, swallows, and repeats his request word for word. Derek gives him another morsel.
Then Derek sets the plate down on a nightstand, walks up to you, and removes your gag.
Then he takes the plate, picks up a pizza bit, holds it out to you, and looks at you in expectation.
You swore at him? Oooooooooooo…
“Oh, so you want to be a tough guy, do you?†asks Derek with a grim smile, seeming to be more amused than upset by your act of rebellion. “I guess this will be fun than I was planning on. Martin said you’d go along and asked me to take it easy on you. But I guess if you want to talk dirty we’ll have to clean up your act.â€
Derek steps out of the room for a moment and then returns with a ball gag in his hand.
You see that the ball is an unusual blue-green color, but think nothing of this until Derek is stuffing it into your mouth. Then you realize to your horror thast the gag is not made of the usual materials at all – it is made of SOAP!!!
You thrash around and try to get the soapy ball gag out of your mouth, but it is too late! Derek is already strapping it in! Then, while you mumph frantically to beg for the gag to be removed, Derek releases Martin from his own bonds and bids him to come with him. You are left alone in the living room for a few minutes, and then your captor (or captors if your count Martin) return with a six foot long metal pole. To your horror, the pole is threaded between you and your bonds where you are still hog-tied, and lifted up – and you are lifted right up along with it by your bound wrists and ankles!
You are carried out to the backyard, which is surrounded by a fence and tall trees and is completely out of sight of any houses that may be nearby in this rural neighborhood. You are carried out to a hot tub, which you see is filled with hot water that has apparently just had a mixture of bubble bath added to it! There is also a metal stand on either side of the hot tub with a divided on the top of each. And as you are carried toward the tub, it is obvious what these stands are for.
Martin and Derek haul you over the hot tub and place your pole within the stands, leaving you dangling half submerged in the hot, bubbling water. The water is high enough so that you have to lift your head up to keep your face out of the water. It is not difficult… as long as you have the strength to keep your head up!
But then Derek and Martin climb in to the hot tub with you and begin to tickle you mercilessly. The result of trying to laugh with a gag made of soap in your mouth makes you drool – and the more you drool the worse your mouth commences to taste!
Within a half hour you are wishing you had just begged for the treat!
Then Derek and Martin do something with the stands that hold up your pole, and you belatedly realize that the stands have several notches – like the stand that hold up the hurdle of a pole vault – and your pole is NOT being held on the lowest one. If Derek and Martin place you on a lower one…
They do, and now it takes all the effort you can muster to keep your head above water!
And they tickle you some more!!!
You are forced to writhe and thrash so much that you duck your own head in the hot bubbling water in the process. You feel like you are going to drown if this keeps up!
Derek grabs you by the chin to hold your head up above the water for a moment.
“Are you ready for training now?†he asks you not unkindly. “Or do you prefer to have some more punishment first? I warn you that if you choose more punishment, it is going to hurt – a LOT!â€
You decide you’ve had enough punishment (at least for now) and nod your agreement. You’d agree to do anything right now just to get that nasty soap ball gag out of your mouth; it is slowly dissolving and leaving an indescribably nasty taste in your mouth!
Martin and Derek walk you back to the house, where mercifully Martin offers to remove the soap ball gag and let you wash your mouth out and condition you promise not to attempt to call out.
You agree at once, desperate to get rid of that soapy taste! Martin removes the ball gag (the ball is noticeably smaller and smoother now) and gives you a glass of water to rinse your mouth and spit out the soapy water. Once the soap is washed out, you are allowed to drink another glassful before you are aged again (this time with a normal ball gag – which feels heavenly after that last nasty experience).
For the next few hours you trained in obedience just as a dog would be. You are led out into the yard and walked around on a leash, and taught to heel, stay, sit, roll over, play dead, and finally - still hobbled and handcuffed but without leash or ball-gag – to fetch; the same way a dog would; with your mouth! Only after you do all this are you offered the chance to beg again. This time, you beg quite well and willingly; you are famished!!!
“It’s getting late,†Martin tells you. “Do you want to go home now and visit some more later, or would you like to spend the night?â€
You decide to spend the night with Martin.
Martin holds a cell phone to your ear and mouth so that you may call anyone who needs to know that you’ll be out tonight, without ever releasing you from your bonds.
Once that is set, Derek and Martin place a shower cap on you to completely cover your hair and then wrap you from head to toe in duct tape (the shower cap protecting your hair from this), leaving only your nose and the soles of your feet exposed to the air. Martin and Derek then carry you back outside to the hot tub to give you a thrilling new experience. The bubble-bath solution has been washed out and replaced by clean water that is just above body temperature.
For a moment you are actually afraid they are going to drown you - by accident, at least. But they know what they are doing. There is a leather harness built into the side of the hot tub which – when you are strapped into it – keeps your nostrils above water but keeps the rest of floating. Once they have placed a blindfold and ear plugs on you, you realize the special thing they have done for you. Floating in body-warm water, the experience of sensory deprivation is greatly heightened because now you feel nothing either; no texture of whatever surface you would normally lie on, no hot or cold, no pressure of your body weight on even a soft surface… you feel nothing at all!!!
For a long time you wonder if Derek and Martin have stayed with you. Then a gentle touch of a finger on the tip of your nose thrills you almost as much as if it were the tip of some other part of you that had been touched. It is a gentle touch that does nothing at all to hinder your breathing – except that it excites you so much your breath becomes almost asthmatic anyway. A competing sensation catches your attention too as your – other part – suddenly swells and strains within its confines, but is unable to find any release. The pressure within your duct-tape covered Speedos mounts, but there is nothing you can do. Other than your breathing and your heartbeat, you cannot move at all – not even to turn your head!
Time passes and there is no further touch, and you think you have been left alone. But then comes another brief, gentle touch on the soles of your feet with a tip of a finger, and again it is like being jolted by a surge of electricity! And again a period of recovery during which nothing happens, allowing your swelling to subside – slowly.
This goes on for what seems like forever. Then, there is no sensation at all for the longest time, and you fall asleep.
After a long dreamless where you feel like you are floating in the depths of space for an eternity, you are jolted awake by the gentle caress of fingers on the soles of your feet. But this is no mere touch this time.
It is a tickle, and over the next few moments it becomes steadier and m ore relentless.
Oh My God! You think to yourself. The sensation literally jolts like like a surge of electricity through your body! You cannot stand it. You struggle to get free, tro scream, to move away from those delightful but tormenting fingers but it is no avail. They will not stop tickling you!!!
Long before the time they do stop, you need to change clothes again for the exact same reason as you did before!
Finally, the tickling stops, and soon you find yourself being lifted out of the hot tub and carried away again – still blindfolded, ear-plugged, and gagged. Eventually you feel yourself set gently down on a bed, where your earplugs and blindfold are removed.
“Good morning,†Martin says top you happily as he climbs onto your chest still wearing only a set of pink Speedos. “Have a good sleep?â€
“Yes,†you reply, “though your wake-up call made me spunk myself.â€
“Really?†replies Martin, not acting at all contrite. “That’s a shame. Want to get even?â€
So saying, he pulls off his Speedos and offers you a piece of him.
Whether or not you accept, Martin then serves you breakfast in bed - still bound precisely as you are. He straddles your chest and feeds you by hand in a leisurely manner. Only then does he and Derek remove the duct tape that imprisons your body and allow you to shower – with your hands and feet still cuffed and with Martin assisting you as before.
“Derek and I are going camping today and staying out overnight,†Martin tells you as you shower. “We’re bringing over a couple of friends of mine. They would love to meet you and show you a good time. Want to come with us?â€
“Sure!†you tell him.
“Great!†replies Martin as he helps you put on a fresh set of pink Speedos, re-cuffs your hands and feet, and escorts you back to the bedroom. “We’ll be leaving in a couple of hours. Why don’t you relax in the meantime?â€
Then he hogties you, gags you, sticks you inside the closet, blindfolds and earplugs you, and locks you in.
You rest as comfortably as you can; you can hardly wait to meet Martin’s friends.
To Be Continued in the next story...
Footyman Goes Camping
You manage to fall asleep again despite your restful night’s sleep, as the sensation of sensory deprivation even while lying in Martin’s closet is soothing and relaxing.
You awaken to feel the touch of Martin’s hands as he releases you from your hogtie, then removes your blindfold and earplugs so you can hear and see him squatting down beside you – still wearing only his Speedos. He does not remove your gag though, as verbal responses are apparently unnecessary.
“Derek has brought my other friends,†Martin tells you as he helps you stand up. “They’re all waiting in the van. Let’s go.â€
You are still cuffed and hobbled as Martin locks your arm in his and escorts you through the kitchen to the entrance to their private garage. The garage door is closed, and inside you see a large van with translucent windows. The garage doors are closed and the van’s motors are off. The rear doors are closed, and Derek remains in the driver’s seat as Martin leads you to the back of the van and opens the door.
The van is unfurnished except for a bare metal bench on each side and a padded, more comfortable looking one at the far end. You see four boys your age sitting inside the van; two on your left and two others on your right. All three are wearing only Speedos – each a different color from your own or Martin’s. All four are also shackled by their feet to a metal railing that runs along the floor and the walls of the van behind them, and their wrists handcuffed and suspended over their heads by a second set of cuffs to another metal railing suspended from the ceiling. Both railings run along the interior in large U-shapes and look very sturdy. All three boys are gagged, blindfolded, ear-plugged, and apparently completely oblivious to your presence.
“Let me introduce you, since they can’t introduce themselves,†says Martin with a gentle laugh. The boy to your nearer left is 'Alex'; a white boy about 5’ 8†with fairly short, black, spikey hair and a muscular and tanned physique; he is wearing yellow Speedos. The boy on your further left is 'Ryan', also white but a lot smaller (around 5’ 4â€) and not as tanned or as muscular as Alex; his Speedos are green. To your right is ‘Tom’, an Asian boy about 5’ 11†with a trim, slender but very pleasing swimmer’s build and long black hair; his Speedos are blue. And to your further right is John, a black boy about 6’ 3†and with as pleasing a swimmer’s build as Tom; his Speedos are purple.
You have met Ryan and Alex before and are surprised top see them here; you have never met Tom or John until now.
Martin helps you into the van (you have to sit down on the bed and lift your feet in with aid because your hobbles prevent you from stepping up high enough) and seats you between Alex and Ryan. He then uncuffs your right wrists, pulls your hands around in front, recuffs your wrist, pulls your wrists up close to the bar above your head, and locks your cuffs in place with a second set dangling from the bar – just as the other boys are secured. Then Martin kneels in front of you to secure your ankles in a similar manner.
Once this is done, Martin closes the rear van door, walks over the far end again, and bangs on the wall. “We’re ready to go,†he calls to Derek.
As you gear the motor start up (and, distantly, the sound of automatic garage doors opening), Martin walks back to you and replaces your blindfold. Instead of mere earplugs, he tapes microphones connected to a small I-Pod onto your ears. You do not hear music but a low, steady, hissing static. This white noise is far more effective at drowning out outside sounds than mere earplugs could, and soon the only sensations you feel are your bonds and the slight motion of the van as it sets out for its destination.
You spend an unknown time in virtual Limbo as you await the end of your journey.
Eventually you feel a difference in the motion of the van you are in, and realize that it has stopped. You wonder what will happen next.
Abruptly you feel hands detach your handcuffs and leg-cuffs from their restraints, but they are still left on you. In fact, as you let your cuffed wrists fall to your lap, you feel a new set of restraints connect your handcuffs and leg-cuffs in front of you by a short length of chain. Another chain is wrapped around your waist and your handcuffs secured to them; preventing you from moving your wrists more than an inch away from your front.
Another set of hands on your shoulders compel you to stand up, and you feel a collar and leash being placed around your neck. A gentle tug on the leash urges you to walk slowly along to the back of the van. This worries you, because you are still blindfolded and ear-plugged, and have no idea where you are or where you going. All you can do is trust whoever is guiding you not to let you fall or be hurt in any way.
You reach the point where you are sure the van door must be, and discover that a metal ramp with a reasonably gentle slope has been placed there. You feel yourself being led along down the ramp and onto a flat, grass covered area beyond. You walk slowly and carefully, and whoever is leading you along is apparently patient and does not urge you along faster than you dare go while blind and deaf.
You do not walk very far when you are abruptly stopped, and two sets of hands (on your shoulders and waist) urge you to turn around and then to slowly back up. You back into what feels like a smooth metal post about the thickness of your leg and at least as high as your head (because the back of your head gently hits it). The hands on your shoulders make you stay in place while you feel a tugging at the chains around your waist. They are loosened momentarily, and your hands uncuffed, placed behind your back, and cuffed once again around the pole. The chains around your waist are also fastened around the pole. Your leg cuffs are momentarily unfastened and then refastened so that your ankles are also secured to the pole. Then you feel yet more chains around your knees, elbows, and neck further securing you in place.
You now cannot move, see, or hear.
You can feel though. Shortly after you are fastened to the pole, you feel many sets of hands begin to rub along your skin almost everywhere from your head to your toes – even along the part of you that your Speedos still cover. There must be at least a dozen pairs of hands caressing your body at any one time for the next hour or two. It feels good, but it is maddening because you do not know where you ate nor do you know who is touching you in these ways. Some touches tickle, some caress; some are rather less than gentle, but all arouse you. And the touches to your Speedo-covered areas increase in frequency and duration until you feel almost ready to burst.
Suddenly a set of hands pull down your Speedos and you feel a mouth gently enclose what was hidden down there. You do not have any idea who it is, but they are obviously after something, and are very insistent on finding it. And before long they get it too!
You feel a towel cleaning you off, and for a short time afterward you feel nothing at all. Then, gradually, you feel hands upon your helpless and naked body once again. They gradually but steadily increase in number, and the same things happen to you all over again. Each time a hungry mouth finds its milk and the hands withdraw for a time, and then return after another period of Limbo.
You lose track of your number of orgasms after five.
Afterward, you feel something else placed against you rather than a mouth; it feels like the opening of as plastic bottle. A gentle hand pulls away the speaker in your ear, you hear Martin’s voice say “Pee!†and the speaker is replaced. You obey Martin’s command willingly, and feel a sensation as pleasurable as an orgasm as you relieve yourself.
At some unknown point later, you feel yourself being released from the pole, walked slowly a short distance, stopped, turned around, and made to slowly back up again. This time you feel a hard object against the back of your knees, and you find yourself compelled to first sit upon and then lie down upon what feels like a wooden bench. You are soon tied in a lying down position on top of the bench.
You feel the now familiar sensation of someone sitting down on your chest. Then, to your surprise, your blindfold is removed. Your eyes need no time to adjust to the glare because there is none; it is now night time and the only light comes from the moon and a few distant lanterns. You look around, and see the same four boys you saw in the van tied to benches as well; two on either side of you. You see other people walking around; all males between the ages of 14 and 25, as far as you can tell – all wearing Speedos.
You look up, to see that it is Martin who is sitting on your chest. He holds a plate with a sandwich and some chips in one hand, and a glass containing fruit punch in the other. He removes your gag and hand-feeds you, and you eat and drink greedily. You have no time to talk before he finishes, re-gags you, and replaces your blindfold; he never removed your earphones anyway so you could not have heard anything he said over the static hiss anyway. As soon as your blindfold is secured, your feel Martin’s body weight vanish; perhaps he has gone on to feed one of the others.
After another period of sensory deprivation, your feel another person sit on your chest; followed by another on your belly and two more on your legs. Each one feels like a person similar to Martin in size and build. Your gag is removed but not your blindfold. You feel a hand on the back of your head left your head up gently and another hand gently urging your mouth to open. You do not resist but open your mouth, knowing ahead of time what is going to be put in there.
You suck on your warm pacifier and soon receive milk.
The first pacifier is immediately replaced by another, and you feed on more milk.
You lose track of your feedings after about a dozen or so. Some pacifiers are larger (and hairier) than others, but all eventually yield plenty of milk.
Eventually, you cease to feel the weight of other bodies atop your own and you are allowed to fall into a deep, peaceful sleep for the rest of the night still tied securely to the wooden bench.
You awaken to the sensation of someone sitting atop you again. A moment later your blindfold is removed – slowly and carefully enough to give your eyes time to adjust to the light. As you look around you notice that two of the benches beside you are now vacant – their occupants are now seated on the occupants of the other two benches and waking them up as Martin is with you. Martin removes your headphones and radio (the battery is dead by now and the comforting hiss is gone anyway) and your gag, and offers you breakfast, which you accept eagerly.
Martin hurries off and brings back a plate with pancakes in maple syrup, sausages, eggs, and a glass of orange juice. He feeds you carefully so that none of the mess gets on you.
“Any chance for a wash?†you ask. “I feel a little grubby!â€
“Want to go for a swim in the lake?†Martin asks. He points to your right. You are not at all far from a beautiful lake shore. There are many teenagers there clad in Speedos. The scene looks very inviting.
“Okay,†you reply.
“Swell,†replies Martin. “I’ll take you out there right after breakfast.â€
Martin finishes feeding you and then frees you from the bench. However, your wrists are still handcuffed behind you and your feet still hobbled as you stand up. Martin places a lead on the collar you still wear and gently pulls you into a walk toward the lake.
“Wait a minute!†you protest. “I can’t go swimming like this!â€
“Sure you can,†replies Martin. “We’ll help you. Trust usâ€
You suddenly notice that Alex and Ryan are walking along right beside you, only – like Martin – their arms and legs are completely free. The other two boys you saw are still tied securely to their benches, where a group of younger boys now begin laughingly to sit on them. You now decide you prefer to trust Martin and the other two rather than go back to your bench and possibly be at the mercy of younger boys for any length of time!
The three boys lead you to the water’s edge. Martin continues walking into the water and pulls on your leash. At the same time Alex and Ryan stand beside you, one on each side, grip you by your bound arms, and walk forward with into after Martin. “Trust us,†Ryan says to you with a deep but gentle voice. “We won’t let anything bad happen to you. At least, unless it’s the FUN kind of bad!â€
You believe them, and offer no resistance as the three of you wade out in to the water after Martin. Sure enough, they manage to keep your head safely above water while they swim into deeper water with you. Martin stays close by in case his help is needed by anyone, but the other two boys have you safely under control as they swim with you.
After a half hour, you find yourself taken to the underside of a small boat dock.
“Do you still trust us?†asks Martin.
“Yes,†you reply without a shred of voice in your voice.
You are taken to the top of the dock. Martin gets a snorkel. Its tube rise six feet over your head. It is fitted onto you, the mouth tube securely in place, and then the whole thing is duct-taped onto you. A skin-diver’s mask is then fitted onto your face; it is opaque and you cannot see out of it. Your head is covered with heavy padding that blocks off all sound. Then diver’s weights are attached to your feet. A long thick rope is then tied around your waist. You are taken to the edge of the dock, where the water is over ten feet deep.
Then you are gently pushed from behind and fall into the water; where you sink like a stone to the bottom! But the top of the snorkel is above water, and you can still breathe easily – though it takes a while for your breathing to settle down from the sudden shock of what has just happened to you.
Then you realize that this is just like the hot tub… only now you are floating free (more or less, with the weights keeping you anchored to the bottom you can still float upward and around for a foot or two) in fresh lake water. You are now far more isolated and deprived of the use of your senses than ever. You are entirely underwater.
You feel free!
You lose track of time while floating in your underwater prison. Perhaps you even sleep during part of it; you cannot tell.
Suddenly you feel a pair of hands begin to softly caress your chest, and another pair on your legs. Then fingers begin to tickle you, and you begin to squirm and thrash about but of course you cannot move well enough to avoid the tickling fingers. Then, after only a minute, the fingers stop and you are left in peace again.
A few moments later the fingers are back; this time there must be at least five different people tickling you in at least as many ticklish areas. You writhe and thrash like one demented, but it is no use. Luckily for you that neither your thrashings nor your hysterical laughter disrupts your air flow in any way; the snorkel tip stays well above the water level and your air piece stays firmly taped to your mouth. If fact, you realize only now that something is preventing you from turning your head downward – and therefore turning your snorkel top into the water and letting the water in. Until this moment, you had not realized how carefully your captors set this trap up to keep you imprisoned but perfectly safe!
The fingers tickle for a moment, cease for another moment (apparently while their owners go up for air), and then resume tickling again for another moment. At first they all tickle together, but eventually they become more random as different tormentors come up and down at different times at different intervals. Soon there is no relief from the relentless tickle torture of at least one set of fingers!
But eventually it all comes to an end. You feel a hand of hands at your ankles, but rather than a tickle they remove the weights that keep you down below the surface of the lake. A moment later you feel a tug along the almost forgotten rope looped around your waist and under your arms, and you feel yourself begin to rise. A set of arms grabs each of yours and propel you upward faster. Within seconds your head pops to the surface; although under the circumstances this makes no difference to you at the moment – you are still essentially forced to breathe through the snorkel. But the rope around you pulls you clear of the water and into the air, where at least two more arms of arms pull you safely onto the (to you) unseen dock again.
The snorkel, mask, and head towel are removed from you. You can now see Martin, Ryan, and Alex standing all around you. You look down into the water you were pulled out of, to see Tom, John, and Derek swimming lazily and contentedly around the boat dock. You look into the sky and see that it is late afternoon. You must have been floating in sensory deprivation heaven for at least six hours!!!
“Have fun?†Martin asks you cheerfully as he offers you a snack and something to drink.
“That was a blast!†you tell him. “I’d like to do that all night.â€
“Well, that wouldn’t be quite safe,†Martin tells you with a smile. “It’d be hard to keep an eye on you and make sure you weren’t in trouble like we’ve been doing all this time. But we have a different set-up back at camp that I think you’ll enjoy tonight.â€
A leash is placed on you and - still hobbled and cuffed – you are led back to camp on foot like a pet dog. You are even allowed a rest break in the woods to relieve yourself in the same way a dog does – using leaves to clean yourself if need be.
When you are taken back to the camp, you see a large, luxurious RV trailer set up beside the van that brought you here. But this is not what grabs your immediate attention. Instead, you see what looks like a trampoline in the shape of the largest spider web in the world spread out horizontally on an octagonal frame about eight feet in diameter and standing almost four feet off the ground. The strands are about two inches in thickness and no more than several inches apart – forming a deceptively comfortable and secure place on which to lie.
Your cuffs and hobbles are removed, and you are bid to climb onto the trampoline via a small ladder set on one side for the purpose, crawl out to the center of the shaky structure, and lie on your back with your arms and legs spread as wide apart as you can.
You comply at once, while Martin, Ryan, Alex, and Derek crawl underneath the trampoline web with rolls of duct tape in their hands. From beneath the web, the four of them tie your limbs (from wrists to shoulders and from ankle to hips) onto the strands of the web. Then your torso is likewise secured to the web. Then a hood (with one hole only for your nose and mouth; blinding you) is placed on your head. Your mouth is packed with a pair of socks and then gagged with tape, and the tape is wound around the back of your head and the web strands on which it lies – rendering your head immobile.
Then, when you are completely ensnared, you feel the web begin to tilt. You feel the blood rush to your feet as the web and its frame are slowly tilted to the vertical – and then on over halfway back to the horizontal again before it stops. The web is now inclined 45 degrees from the horizontal, with you dangling helplessly beneath it like a fly caught in a real spider’s web.
You now find that this arrangement leaves you within easy reach of the tickling fingers of your captors – and anyone else who happens to pass by. And you are tickled relentlessly for hours.
At one point your hood and gag are removed so allow you to have a drink. You notice at this time that Tom and John are tied to the wooden benches again, with several younger boys (average age about 14 or 15) sitting on top of each and merrily tormenting them. Meanwhile, Alex and Ryan have been tied to the posts again, where several other boys your own age or older are stroking and fondling them the same way you were when tied to them before. Then your gag and hood are replaced, and your own tickle torture continues well into the night.
Finally, the fingers leave you to rest quietly. The hood is lifted briefly by unseen hands, which place a set of speakers and a radio playing restful white noise static into your ears before replacing the hood. An unseen hand gently caresses your face through its hood, and then you feel nothing at all once again.
You soon fall asleep while tied to the giant web – dangling helplessly but happily the entire night as you are held securely but oh-so-comfortably within your bonds…
An unknown amount of time later you feel another set of hands at your waist.
Then you feel your Speedos gently being pulled down and Waking One-eyed Willy poking its head out to see who woke it up… only to get engulfed by someone’s mouth.
Someone tongue-wrestles Willy into submission and gets some morning milk for a reward.
The hood blindfolding you is removed, and of course it is Martin who you see in front of you when your eyes adjust to the growing light of early morning.
“Had a good sleep?†Martin asks you with a cheerful smile.
You nod your head for an answer; you are still gagged.
“Want to get up and walk around, or do you want to just hang around some more?†asks Martin.
You manage to signal to Martin that you’d be more than happy to stretch your legs.
Martin manages to cut the tape off of you without damaging the web fabric or nicking you, and you are free of restraints for the first time in days.
You remain at camp with Martin for another few days, but most of your waking time is now spent free as Tom, John, Alex, Ryan, and Martin all take their turns spending a day or more being kept tied up and subjected to long periods of sensory deprivation. You even get to tie up and play with Martin in most of the same ways as he has played with you, and your ‘ties’ of friendship grow even stronger during this time. You watch over Martin as he spends several hours submerged underneath the lake or hanging from the web to ensure his continued safety as he has done for you. You are not bored though; the other boys you came to the camp with keep you company and the five of you play various interesting games together to spend the time.
Finally the time comes for all six of you to return home, with Derek driving the van. You help Martin secure the other four boys as they were before for the trip home for one last sensory deprivation experience. But instead of securing you as well, Martin asks you to do it to him instead and play with him any way you wish to on the ride home. And so you handcuff Martin, secure his wrists to the ceiling rail, secure his feet, and place the blinders and earplugs on him before Derek begins the homeward drive.
You manage to make the homeward trip a very interesting one for Martin - and for the other four boys as well.
Once you’ve arrived at your destination and everyone climbs out of the van, Martin asks if you would like to spend another week at the camp with him later in the summer. You look forward to it.
And you and Martin visit each other very frequently after this, and the days and nights are always interesting.
THE END (until the next sequel)