This story is true, however parts are fiction. Comments are welcome.
Snuggled in the suburb of a moderate sized,"moderate",town in southern Ohio, U.S.A. is a village called New Boston. New Boston has hills on two sides and the Ohio river on the south and ole Portsmouth on the west. We're right near where the Ohio river and Scioto rivers meet.
The hills take some people from 7 to 10 minutes to 15 to 20 minutes to hike to the top depending on fitness and may-be ages. I try now to hike them,it takes me half an hour. That's to give you an idea of how high they are.
The hills have lots of wind torn trees, some man made ponds, great scenic views, some as far as binoculars or telescopes will allow, if used.
Its in these hills where we find 21 yr old Paul, 5 ft. 11in tall,lanky, brown hair,blue eyes, with his hands bound behind and to his waist with quarter inch rope, and his feet in chain and locks hobbling him.
Paul's wearing a blindfold, has a bright red ball gag, and wearing blue P.E. shorts, sneakers, socks, no shirt. Paul's being led with a rope leash tied to his waist by Steve who is 5 feet 11 inches tall, has brown hair, eyes are brown. Steve is 19 years old.
Behind Steve and Paul is Mark; 18 yrs old, brown hair, brn. eyes, around 5 feet 9 inches tall ,small but husky. Paul is tall and lean, and Steve is muscles and grunt, not really someone you wanted to mess with unless you want a good scrap (LOL)...for some bumps and bruises.
Steve, Paul, and Mark have just reached the top of the hill, having cheated a little,using an access fire road, now barely used, to make it easier on Paul in his condition, to make the climb. Steve's already said Paul's taking the foot path going back down. to slip and slide, fall and roll some may-be.
There in the clearing near the overlook to the below view, they untie Paul's feet and strip him to his white cotton briefs, Steve holding Paul so he couldn't resist.
Then they take Paul to a tree and he has to kneel with his back to it, where after un-tieing him, they chain his hands behind him around the tree, and chain his ankles together behind.
Mark flips Paul's tent in his shorts making Paul wince and jerk away causing Paul's face to feel red and burning and Steve laughs and says,"Why's your face red..ahh-ahh..don't lie,I can see it even with your gag and blindfold" laughing more, smacking Paul's cheeks, tormenting him.
Paul's things are put in his backpack inside a plastic bag and then that's tied to a line draped over a tree branch and hoisted way up there; then the rope is rolled up and thrown up in the tree as well
Then Steve and Mark start the grill to fix the hamburgers and hot dogs they brought. Then proceed to set up the tent they brought. Mark was griping that they should make Paul set up the tent chained up in his underwear, so they could sit and shoot him with pebbles and rubber bands to keep him moving.
Mark and Steve were startled when three guys showed up coming up the path, one being led on a leash already in his underwear, his hands chained behind him to his waist, and his feet hobbled in chain and locks, and he was gagged plus had a hood over his head.
Tom 5 feet 9 inches with dark brown hair, always wearing a ball cap, had a hold of the leash of the other boy. whose name was Tim. Tim was 5 ft 8 in, brown hair, never noticed his eyes, you could see his ribs, and he's always on the computer or roll playing D+D with friends.
Tom was a little more filled out but still lean in appearances, a very active sort, and when he's excited, he talks fast and his words run together. Everyone always asks him to put that in English please. (LOL) His dad calls it talking under water.
And holding onto one of Tim's arms is Bobby, a short, lean, strong, blonde curly haired boy who my stepdad called "Shirley" one time when he saw him wearing a dress, saying Bobby reminded him of Shirley Temple, a child star (actor and singer) from the 1940's and 1950's.
Bobby stayed away from our house after that, and would get red in the face and angry when we'd bring it up,..LOL or show him Shirley's picture. In truth, he did look enough like her picture and could have passed as her were he not a boy.
Me? Sorry, that's me already chained to the tree since this story started. I'm Paul, in the story and the writer in the after time it all happened.
My stepdad tended to be a little kinky and hinted occasionally saying something to one of us or the other with sexual tones in it and he'd walk in on us when we were showering, or getting changed or dressed, then say" Ohh uhh excuse me, I'm sorry, I didn't know someone was in here " Things like that which would happen pretty often.
Anyway, Bob sat his backpack down. It had all of out TUGS supplies in it. Steve and Mark brought all the other half which had been tied on the back of Paul to carry.
Timmy is taken to a tree a few yards behind and to my right of me ( Paul) and secured to it just like me. Feet drawn back,around and behind plus his hands then locked in chains and locks. The poor boy's bag over his head still hadn't been taken off and the temperature has risen to a muggy 80 degrees
Steve urged Tom to take it off asking him how he would like it if he were stuck wearing it and gagged too with no water for over an hour and a half?
Tom's face flushed a bit, but he complied and took Timmy's covering off him and his gag, as Bobby brought water and a straw. Mark gave Paul some water removing his gag,but not the blindfold. Paul and Timmy can now join in the conversations. You know, the usual shootin the breeze kinds of things, while Bobby helps Steve put stakes in the ground ( like to tie someone out to) and Mark and Tom finish the tent, and the burgers.
Mark and Tom take Paul and Timmy their burgers they'd fixed for them and feed them while eating their own. Take a bite,chew it, then say,"Thank you Master, can I have another please"...Don't say it right you don't eat" They told us. Plus Tom was putting Timmy's burger up for him to bite and when he'd reach for it, Tom'd pull it away as if to get Tim to stretch his neck out as far as he could.
Of course Mark had to have his fun too so Tim and Paul ended up with hamburger drippings (mustard+ketchup,etc) all up and down their chests and stomachs and the guys just smeared it with their hands wiping them on our faces.
All this fun started about 10:00 this morning, and its now approaching about 1:00 in the afternoon. The sun's hot, there's a haze out over the village below hanging like hilltop level and we're all sweating it; but keeping with games to see who's next to get tied up in their underwear, or some costume drawn from a bag while blindfolded. First game will be five card stud. First two who scores 250 wins over the rest of us and we get owned however they choose.
Boy did that turn out unlucky for me, and Tom who after we had to select our costume from the tent without looking in, had to go in one at a time and put it on. I got rubber incontinent pants which are gummed rubber inside supposed to have a cotton liner but mine were without and pepper was sprinkled in the back of me with water added and you think itching powder is bad, heh, try this one on a hot summer day. My tale end and nuts were on fire starting ten minutes after added and I was chained belly to belly with Tom who was wearing spandex shorts with no underwear, and our hands and fingers were sealed in cardboard and duct tape then taped with his hands around my waist and my hands around his waist, and our feet were taped together also.
We had to free Mark and Tim who were staked out on the ground side by side one of them laying on scissors and the keys to free ourselves with. Neither of them knew which one was laying on them because Steve buried them when everyone was blindfolded or couldn't see. Mark and Tim are gagged, socks rolled in their mouth and duct tape about three times around their heads
Bobby and Steve have Tom and I blindfolded and used a 1" pvc T joint used in plumbing as our gag(s) making us bite on either side then taping us like that and putting a funnel in the open stem remaining which if they poured anything in both Tom and I would get it at the same time, separately.
So we had to get those guys loose and they had to keep us from them by trying to whizz in the funnel when they thought they could. That would end their tie up right there, and they'd be freed. Tom and I and who ever the unfortunate one left was, would be forced to endure longer for failing or taking too long.
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