What I wish happened in my childhood.

Postby ReluctantWraith » Sat Feb 25, 2012 8:44 pm

There are many times in my childhood where I have wished to be tied up but never got to be. As such, I have decided to take the opportunity to write fictionalized versions of the TUGs that I unfortunately never got to experience, changing some aspects for the sake of story.

1. Bored and experimental
Characters:
Anthony: Nine years old, taller than average, jet black hair. Blue t-shirt and dark green shorts, with grey socks.
Frederick: Ten years old, normal height for age, curly ginger hair. Dark green t-shirt and brown trousers. Wearing unnecessary belt and barefoot.

Anthony and Frederick sat in Frederick's living room, bored. They had the house to themselves for a few hours while Frederick's father was at work, but they could think of little to do except stare at the TV. Frederick lay on the couch, endlessly toying with his belt purely for something to do, when he noticed something. Anthony was sitting with his hands behind his back. An odd idea occurred to him. While he had never considered it before, it would be something to do. He slowly crept off the couch and towards him, then seized his hands and then put the belt around them, securing it and binding Anthony's wrists together. Anthony turned his head and looked at him, somewhat confused. "Um..." Frederick spoke rapidly, merely stating his intention and giving no chance to oppose it as normal. "I'm bored. I'm tying you up. Wait there." Anthony struggled against the belt as his friend rushed out of the room. Truthfully, he had been hoping that he could get tied up for a while, self-bondage not having occurred to him, but Frederick probably wasn't expecting that.
Frederick walked back into the room carrying several items. He stood behind Anthony and jovially declared "Open up. Knowing the alternative, Anthony opened his mouth and allowed one cloth to be stuffed into his mouth and another to be tied round, creating a weak gag. He could force it off if he wished, but he let off a satisfying "Mmph!" out and accepted that it was better if he thought differently. Frederick pushed Anthony down onto the floor and took out two coils of rope. First he tied his wrists and elbows together, then tied his arms to his torso, then with the other piece of rope he tied his legs from his knees to his ankles. He removed both of his socks then walked over to Anthony's head. Both of them were smiling ecstatically, enjoying it more than they would admit. He flicked Anthony on the cheek to get his attention before speaking. "Just a minute." He rushed out of the room again, quickly returning with a cup full of ice and a feather. He lifted the edge of Anthony's t-shirt up and poured the ice in, then walked back up to his feet and took the feather to the bare soles of his feet.
After enough tickle-torture, ending with Anthony lying on the floor covered in sweat, laughing uncontrollably, Frederick realised the other effect of tickle-torture, and dragged his captive towards the bathroom. He opened the door and the flies on Anthony's shorts then casually pushed him in and lookedn away. After he finished his buisness and shuffled out, Frederick cautiously zipped his flies back up, then kicked at his feet, causing him to fall over, catching him and dragging him back into the living room.

Frederick looked at the clock and untied Anthony, then put everything back where it came from. They both sat down on the couch and put the TV back on, agreeing to act as if nothing had happened, despite what all the sweat, suspicious smiling, and cold wet patches on Anthony's shirt implied. "I saw your face. You actually liked that crazy bondage torture." "I'll admit that, but you were enjoying giving it as much as I receiving it." "Well, if I get bored again..." "Ask next time." Frederick was about to reply when they heard his father at the door. He walked into the house and came to check on them. "You two do anything today?" Frederick replied in a flat monotone, sounding just as bored as before. "Not really, dad." His father didn't suspect anything, and walked out of the room and further into the house, leaving them alone.

Re: What I wish happened in my childhood.

Postby sarumansauron » Sun Feb 26, 2012 11:51 pm

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

Re: What I wish happened in my childhood.

Postby ReluctantWraith » Tue Mar 06, 2012 7:31 am

Rare that I get a chance to come on these forums, but I think I might be able to get something here.

2. Rain and pseudo-tents

Characters: Notably the same as 1, albeit a little older and (obviously) dressed differently.
Anthony: Ten years old, same as before albeit grown somewhat. Grey zip-hoodie, black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, dark grey socks.
Frederick: Eleven years old, same as before albeit grown somewhat. Black [for the sake of multi-national English, I'll call it a sweater], red t-shirt, dark brown trousers, white socks.

Anthony and Frederick, as had been the case on many occasions, were bored. They were on a residential school trip (one where the students stay somewhere over multiple days), and as such were in a small structure that could be called a tent, or at least a pseudo-tent, in a field full of similar structures containing their fellow students, all of whom were sheltering from the rain. It wasn't that bad, but relative to the norm it was considerable and everything outside was just mud and slippery rocks, neither of which boded well in the rain. The structure had a stone floor about two meters square, attached to which was a metal frame holding a material structure similar to a tent, but tall enough that it was easily possible to stand up in. There were three metal bed-frames pushed against three of the walls, leaving a space on the floor. There were meant to be four people per pseudo-tent, but of the other two, one got angry and moved, taking his bed-frame with him, and the other was only using it for sleeping and pretending to sleep. Anthony and Frederick lay on their respective bed-frames, shoddily set up with their sleeping bags which they lay on top of, bored. "I'm bored." Frederick commented, as obvious as the comment seemed. "I was aware of the fact. Did you bring anything which has the potential to counter-act this common and unpleasant phenomena?" Frederick shrugged and sat up, then started rummaging through his bag and commenting on each thing he noticed. "Pointless. You can't play chess. Already read it. Eating is not a recreational activity. No idea what that thing is. Destroyed beyond use. Ah." A malevolent smile spread across his face and he chuckled quietly. "This will do nicely." "I presume it is indeed the obvious thing you are considering?" Frederick pulled out a large roll of duct tape. "Yep." Anthony sighed. "If you must." He got off the bed-frame and stood in the middle of the floor, arms together behind him. Frederick crouched down and started taping, coating his legs from ankles to waist. He then took Anthony's arms and taped the wrists and lower arms together, then taped that thoroughly to his torso. He forced Anthony's hood over his head and tightened it, then took what was left of the tape and wrapped it round Anthony's mouth and hood. He carefully lowered Anthony onto the cold stone floor, who responded with a small "MPH". He nudged him with his foot then knelt down and started taking off Anthony's socks and tickling his feet. He rolled around on the floor, attempting to resist, as Frederick submitted him to the usual tickle-torture, until eventually getting bored of it. "Hmm...There has to be something else I can do with you..." "MPH!!!" Frederick looked around before figuring something out. He pulled Anthony's suitcase out from under the bed-frame and took out the few things in there. He opened it fully, considered the best way to go about what he was planning on. "MPH!" "Calm down and submit. We both know you like this, I'm just getting original with a rare chance to do so. He put the suitcase on its side and roughly shoved Anthony into it, then righted it again and stuffed Anthony's limbs in so they'd fit. The thing had enough holes that there was no hazard of suffocation, so Frederick jovially shut the suitcase and placed it vertically. He heard some groans from inside and laughed, then knocked the suitcase over and rolled it under Anthony's bed-frame. He left it for an hour before deciding to free him. He rolled the suitcase back out into the middle of the floor, positioned it vertically and opened it. Anthony fell out onto the floor, and Frederick carefully took off the tape. Anthony lay on the floor panting before getting up and hiding the evidence. "You enjoyed that." Anthony nodded weakly.

Re: What I wish happened in my childhood.

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Mar 09, 2012 11:00 pm

Great part 2!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!