A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m] (October, 2016: chapter 10 out)

Postby PolygonCactus » Mon Jan 12, 2015 12:58 am

I write so many stories in my less appropriate Google Drive, but never finish them :(. I've posted the first part of this one, hopefully I can get a good story written. ... This is based off "The 12 Trials of Harrison" [f/m] ./viewtopic.php?f=37&t=20982&p=147398&hilit=The+12+trials+of+harrison#p147398, which I really liked (even though I'm not a fan of f) thus I'm writing my own ("similar but different") story here (but of course, m/m. I'm not really following the original plot either, at all).

Almost everything, if you're one of those people who doesn't just skip past the character introductions and *insert in current crush*: for me, the main character in this story, Hamish, is modeled of Tatsumi from Night Raid. I like his fashion sense and he’s absolutely adorable :). https://www.google.com/search?q=Tatsumi+Akame&tbm=isch

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“She even offered to pay you $10 a visit Hamish!”

“Mum it’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Embarassing!” I finished rubbing my temples, since the start of the term holidays, a week ago, Mum had been bugging me about looking after these kids.

“What’s so embarrassing about it! All Katherine asked is that you look in on her son while she’s away and make sure he’s ok, he’s your age! You can play video games!”

‘That’s why it’s embarrassing.” despite my complaining she didn’t seem to understand why it was embarrassing to be sent as a proxy-parent to a 15 year old’s house.

“Well, whatever it is, it’s final, you’re going to visit right now in fact. This argument has worn me out, so you’re on your own - take your bike.”

Recognising the finality of Mum’s tone I nodded and headed off to get dressed.

Unlike many guys (and girls) my age, I wasn’t too unhappy with my body. I was slim, with strong brown hair, which kept itself in an unruly but good looking shape, often coming down between my eyebrows. I wasn’t very muscly, but that was my fault, yet abs could still be lightly seen due to my lack of a belly. If there was anything to be annoyed at, I was short, reaching to a little under 160cm (~5”).

Knowing that I’d have to cycle, I pulled on a slim fitting pair of jeans and appropriate shoes. My favorite white T-Shirt had a few light orange stripes, and fit snugly on my chest, finally I put on a thin black hoody, leaving it unzipped.

The kid I was looking after was named Zac, like me he lived in a dense neighbourhood of detached houses. It wasn’t the American dream - large lawns, symmetrical houses and wide, black roads, but I liked living there. The cobble paths that wound through the neighbourhood were often to thin for cars, but great for bicycles, and even though the houses were a tad small, we could all walk to anywhere of note.

Finding the house, I walked through a little vegetable garden and knocked on the door.
“Who’re you?”

A blond had appeared at the door, taller with a larger frame than me.

“I’m Hamish, err, I was sent to check you’re ok.”

He didn’t look happy to see his “babysitter” either.

“Erm, well, you look ok, so I’ll go then?”

Suddenly his demeanor changed, “No, no. Come in Hamish, do you like coffee?” he swept open the door and vanished back into the house.

Following him I came to a kitchen, connected to the living room. Zac was already preparing a coffee at the table.

“Please. Sit.” Zac smiled, waving towards a couch facing the TV.

Perched on the couch, not really wanting to stay, I turned to face him. “So what you do around here, it seems a bit boring?”

“Not much really. I’ve got a part time job on the internet for money.”

“What, like one of those work for home ads?”

He laughed lightly, “Nah, I do graphic design.”

Nodding as if I understood what that entailed, I turned back to idly watch the TV.

A moment later he sat down beside me, setting down two coffees.

“Hey, did my mum happen to mention why you’re ‘checking up on me’?”

“No.” I grimaced, sipping at my coffee. Coffee wasn’t something I enjoyed.

“Ahh.”

“Now I need to know. Why am I looking after you?”

“Should I tell you?” He was grinning, enjoying this.

“Well you see, I was tying myself up.”

I spat out my coffee, laughing.

“You make up weird stories. Anyway, I should be going home.” I’d never been found of people who make things up, it’s just not fun to talk about something you know is false.

“Why don’t you believe my story?”

“No sane person would tell someone they’d just met that. Anyway even if it is true, I’d rather not walk in on it.”

“You won’t.”

“Don’t get so cocky, I might come at different times.”

“So you want to catch me like that then.”

I blushed. I’ve never blushed before. I do not blush. “No. Stop twisting my words. I’m leaving.”

“Anyway, I wasn’t being so cocky, I plan to stop.”

“Regretting your lies now?”

“No, I’ve just found something better to do.”

“I honestly don’t care.” I said, getting up from the couch and heading back towards the front door. Zac climbed off the couch, as if to see me go.

“You really should.” Smartly, he stepped forward, leading his right foot in front of me, then with he reached out and shoved me. I fell forward into the rug.

I tried to push myself up with my arms, or even turn over, but then he was onto me. I collapsed back onto my chest, my hands trapped underneath me and unable to get up with Zac straddling me from behind.

“How about I tie you up, if you get out you can leave, if not then I must have experience, thus am not lying - and I win.”

“Gah -- get off me.” I tried to pull myself out from underneath him or at east free my arms.

“Nope.” he pushed his finger around my shoulders and under my neck, tracing it along the front of my chest.

“Fu- let me-” breaking down in hysterics I begged for him to stop.
“Tie up game?”

To this day I still don’t know what made me open my mouth and gasp “Ye- Yes!”
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Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby mitchelaiden » Fri Jan 16, 2015 4:35 pm

Great start :). Would love to see a next installment in the future.
Sock gags, underwear gags;
I don't care as long as they are well worn and sweaty

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby canuck100 » Fri Jan 16, 2015 5:48 pm

^ Same here!

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby PolygonCactus » Sat Jan 17, 2015 12:53 am

Chapter 2

Zachary’s legs were clamped firmly around my back, he’d stopped tickling me and I’d stopped struggling but I’d spent the last ten minutes lying here quietly, stuck like this.

“Um Zac?”

“Mmmm… be quiet… I’m thinking.”

“About what?”

“Well what to do with you” he paused “that should work. Will you keep up your end of the bargain and wait here?”

“Bargain implies I get something in return, but alright.”

He got up off me, keeping a hand on the small of my back. “Wait here. Don’t move an inch.”

Complying I lied with my face down, hearing him walk around the room, his footsteps faded a bit, then the sound of a tap running, before he returned. A coldness appeared on the top of my back.

“It’s a cup of water, don’t move.” He padded off again.

Still lying with my face against the floor, I realized that with my hands trapped underneath me the way they were there would be now way to get the glass off me without knocking it over.

I lied very still, listening to Zach rummaging around in the neighbouring rooms.

My arms began to ache. Hurry up Zac. A slight tickling began in my left shoulder. I resisted the urge to itch it. Hurry up

My arm felt like it was going to cramp. I haven’t been lying here that long have I?

Ever so slightly I moved my arm. With a crash the glass cup fell off me, bouncing around, cold water spraying across my back and the top of my trousers.

Laughter filled the room as Zac took that exact moment to reappear.

“I’m impressed you lasted that long. Come on.” He walked over to me. “You might want to get that jacket off first, it could get cold.”

Now sitting on the floor I nodded and pulled it off, but the water had already spread to the shirt underneath.

“Here, let me help.” He kneeled down in front of me and grabbed the shirt pulling it off.

“Hey!” I tried to stop him, allowing the shirt to get tangled in my arms.

“Oi! Sit still.” Zac pushed his knees forward into my lap, stopping my attempt to stand backup.

Finally he ripped off the T-Shirt. “Alright, lets go.” He threw the shirts over a windsill and led me out of the room.

A blast of heat hit me as I entered the dim bedroom, presumably Zac’s.

Sensing my discomfort Zac began “Ahh, sorry, I forgot to open the window this morning and haven’t been back in.” as he opened the window a crack, still leaving the blinds closed.

“Lie down there” Zac indicated to the bed.

I did so, noticing that he’d tied ropes in various patterns across the bed. It was a double bed and I realized that he’d tied an X across it, except it had been cut across the horizontal middle so there was about a torso worth of space there, with a vertical rope running between the two halves - clearly meant for my back. This seems pretty clever, maybe he wasn’t lying? I considered it…

Zach meanwhile began to nudge me into position, before stretching my arms out along the top half of the X. Here he tied the wrists down.

Then he athletically leaped back onto my crotch and began to straddle my - now half naked - form again.

I closed my eyes to save myself the embarrassment as he continued working. A rope came from either side of my upper torso, they wrapped around each other once in the middle and then tied over my shoulders. Another went across my chest and two more on each of my arms.

He tugged at the ropes, and, satisfied that my upper body was secure, moved to my lower body.

“Hmmm, it appears you got your trousers wet as well.” He began to fumble with the zip.

Realizing what was about to happen my face turned red “Hey don’t!” I began to struggle, feeling the ropes as they bit into my skin from all sides.

I tried to kick my legs, but he was already pulling the trousers down, resulting in my legs becoming tangled. “Gah”

“Not so fast” Zac teased, he sat down on one leg and disentangled the other, from where he was sitting he could easily tie the other into it’s position. Then he forced the other away and tied it to, completing the X position.

Zac towered over me as I continued to squirm in my bonds, wearing nothing more than a pair of socks and boxers. Slowly he reached his hand towards my sock, gently rubbing the underside of my foot.

Every rope grabbed me as I tried to kick out, bursting into a fit of badly suppressed giggles.

As I recovered, he softly climbed onto the bed, kneeling over me. With his knees straddling my sides he placed his hands beside my head and leaned down to bring his face to mine.

“You’ve got 30 minutes to get out. You’re not going to make any fuss are you?” he whispered.

Acutely aware of his hot breath hitting my face, I shook my head “N-no.”

Zac vanished from the room without a sound. I collapsed back into my bonds, suddenly exhausted. I didn’t even try to struggle, I knew I wasn’t getting out. I was completely at Zachary’s mercy.

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby tony2 » Sat Jan 17, 2015 2:16 am

Great start -- well written and interesting plot. Looking to see more. Thanks for posting.
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Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby tony2 » Sat Jan 17, 2015 2:19 am

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Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby Ossassin » Tue Jan 20, 2015 12:18 am

So enjoying this
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby HumHumming » Wed Jan 21, 2015 11:52 pm

I agree, a fantastic plot and I'm very excited to see more.

You've really fixed a hot atmopshere between the two of them :quirk:

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby theonerope » Thu Mar 12, 2015 11:02 am

Nice! Keep it up!

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby TUfriend » Sun Apr 26, 2015 6:40 pm

Fantastic
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Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby PolygonCactus » Thu May 21, 2015 1:03 am

Wow! Thanks for the positive response guys :). Each and everyone of you are great. Sorry so much about the several month hiatus, I had an unfortunate incident with a piece of chicken.

Regardless here it is. My apologies if mistakes are glaring, I'll fix them later. Right now I want to go and err.... Anyway, think of this as a prototype :).

The room was dimly lit by the afternoon sun and smelt slightly of Zac, it was warm - but not overly so with the window open. Wearing only my socks and boxers I lay sunken into Zachary’s plain white duvet, hair spread across the pillow.

My earlier conviction to struggle and escape was gone, now I simply waited for Zach’s inevitable victory. Eventually I fell asleep.

I woke up to Zach pushing me gently.

Instinctively I tried to sit up, only to be pulled back down by the ropes, burning into my skin.

“Good morning sleepyhead.”

“Wha- what!?!” My face flushed in embarrassment as I felt the coldness down my cheek, realizing I’d drooled slightly in my sleep. Sure enough I noticed that the room was lit by artificial light now.

Zac laughed quietly, poking me in the chest.

“Kidding. It’s only 7, still quite light out.”

Zach climbed up between my legs and lied down prone, chest stretching over my boxers. Lying with his face on my chest he looked up to me.

“Had fun?” he winked at some unknown joke.

“Erm, not really.” I resisted the urge to squirm underneath Zach’s awkward position.

“So, did I win?”

“Yes.” I nodded, hoping I could get untied before I cramped further.

“I’ve got some bad news for you I’m afraid.” he looked at me seriously.

I shivered, wondering what could be so wrong. “What’s happened? Tell me.”

“I got a phone call. You need to be back for dinner.”

I gave a resigned sigh “Don’t scare me like that. Will you untie me so I can go?”

“Will you come back tomorrow morning.”

He had guts, I’ll admit that, “After this?” I moved my arm as if to indicate my predicament.

I looked up at Zach, suddenly he seemed a bit sad.

“Uh, Zach?”

“Yes?”


“Sorry if that was a bit harsh, but…”

“Don’t worry,” he broke me off with a cheerful smile, “we can fix that.”

He climbed off me and began to dig through the closet, before pulling something out.

The object made a relatively loud folding sound as it hit the ground out of sight beside the bed, like a heavy duty pair of jeans.

“What are you doing?” I struggled to sit up.

Zach began to untie my legs, placating me. Once he was finished he grabbed the object back up and tackled my legs down.

“Hey!” I struggled against the ropes across my torso and arms.

Then he eyed my boxers. I stopped moving, a tension appearing in the air.

“I’m sorry, those’ll have to go.”

“Wha!” I started, suddenly feeling hopelessly confused.

“Maa.” he complained, “how attached are you to those?”

“I don’t care! But I’m not stripping naked you pervert.”

“Ok then.”

He tackled the object onto my legs. As he pulled it up I realized it was a wetsuit, which wasn’t really a comforting realization at all.

“Zach, what are you up to?”

“You do seem to have something to say about everything don’t you?”

I collapsed back onto the bed, moaning with frustration.

For his part, sitting on my legs again, Zach pulled the wetsuit up to my torso, over my boxers. Then suddenly I felt his hand sliding back down my front.

“Hahh!” I gasped, as the wetsuit pulled his hand into my body.

Zach grabbed my boxers and ripped them off, pulling them out of the wetsuit.

“He hhh ha he ha aa” I panted on the pillow, feeling incredibly embarrassed, yet…

exhilarated. Deepening my breathing, I willed myself to relax a little.

By the time I came to, Zach had tied my legs back down, released my torso and left arm which he was now bending into the wetsuit. I watched him, memorised. He was disturbingly skilled, leaving no room for escape while managing to move the arm naturally into position.

I was drowsy from my nap and still heaving, despite my more relaxed state. So I watched, exhausted, as he retied the arm and did the same for the other.

I snapped back in as he placed his body over mine, reaching around to pull up the zip on the wetsuit.

“Ha.. Za” I started “What are you… ha”

Suddenly he was loosening the ropes and leaving me alone. I turned onto my side, pulling various limbs from their loops of rope.

An indeterminable amount of time later I sat up, reaching around the back of my wetsuit I tried to pull off the hot garment.

It was padlocked.

Zach looked up as I stormed into the main room. “Get this off me!”

“Tomorrow, when you come back.”

I stared at him, realization dawning. Zach was stronger than me, and clearly more intelligent (or at least experienced). My situation was embarrassing to say the least, and he had said he’d take it off tomorrow.

The ride back was, horrible, to say the least. The wetsuit didn’t have much of a collar, so my clothes hid it, but everytime I moved I felt the suit tighten in another area. Despite the cooler evening air the suit quickly grew hot, and increasingly each movement had the feeling of a slimy suit running along my skin.

I climbed the stairs to find our decent little second floor flat had dark windows. Mum had left a note on the kitchen counter. I ignored it and headed to my room. Realizing I couldn’t shower, I pulled off my clothes and flopped onto the bed, running my face against the cold pillows. Only to feel my body slide within its steamy wetsuit.

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HumHumming wrote:I agree, a fantastic plot and I'm very excited to see more.

You've really fixed a hot atmopshere between the two of them :quirk:


Well, I hope you will have like the latest installment :p.

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby barefoot99 » Thu May 21, 2015 12:19 pm

that was great continue please
BAREFOOT AND CUFFED, THAT'S THE ONLY WAY TO GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby mikeybound » Thu May 21, 2015 12:21 pm

Wonderful. I've missed people like you posting stories. Hope we get to see tomorrow's tale!

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby Ossassin » Thu May 21, 2015 11:48 pm

Oh thank god this continued and you even went in the direction of one of my bigger kinks thank you so much you magnificent darling
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Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby Scottstud94 » Fri May 22, 2015 12:56 am

Nice

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby HumHumming » Sat May 23, 2015 10:59 pm

Well, I hope you will have like the latest installment :p.



I sure did, it's just as good as the previous ones ;)

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby tony2 » Sun May 24, 2015 9:03 am

for anyone who has been stuck too long in a wetsuit and no water --- you description is right on!
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Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby TUfriend » Thu May 28, 2015 12:50 pm

This is great! More please!
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Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby johnsmith100248 » Sat May 30, 2015 1:27 pm

I love the story so far and hope you continue.

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Jun 24, 2015 4:15 pm

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

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby PolygonCactus » Thu Jul 16, 2015 2:03 am

Happy to be of service sarumansauron. I've just got a new laptop, and while the keyboards a bit weird not having a loud fan (or a charger wrapped around me) is lovely for my bedtime writing. Sorry for the wait guys, here it is:

Chapter 4

Mum slammed the door shut as she headed out for work, a mild hangover leaving her unaware of the gentle sun and warm breeze. Hearing her leave I numbly climbed out from under the covers, it was hot, sweaty and horrible. Grabbing at my skin I tried to pull off the tight bedcovers, only to feel hot neoprene under my hands.

As my situation came flashing back to me, I sat back down on the bed and ran my face over the cooler pillows.

After a few minutes of unproductively nuzzling my pillows I began to feel the pressure to urinate that had built up overnight, and realized that I’d have to visit Zachary must sooner that I’d like.

With some loose clothes covering the wetsuit I began to cycle back towards Zach’s house.

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“It’s very early, you do realize?” Zach glared down at me from the door, wearing nothing but pyjamas.

“I need to piss, it’s not my fault.” I waved down at my attire, panting slightly. By the time I’d arrived at Zach’s the sun had truly risen, the wetsuit kept heat in so my face was soaked in sweat, and excess liquid was dripping from my wetsuit’s wrists and ankles.

I was quite hungry as well.

Zach gave a hyperbolic sigh, “You know, if you hadn’t distracted me so well yesterday, I wouldn’t be so tired. Well, come in.”

My heart rate, which had been dropping since I got off my bike, was now climbing again, a sense of trepidation as I entered Zachary’s house. I took a deep breath, I didn’t intend to stay for long - and hopefully it would be fine.

I followed Zach into the bathroom off the living room, which was adorned with a cubicle shower.

“So you want this off?”

“Yes!” I almost begged, but not quite.

“Very well, turn around.”

Remembering I was naked underneath the wetsuit, I gaped at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m only going to take it off a bit.”

He led me into the shower cubicle, and then pulled darkness over my face.

“Hey!” I moved my wetsuited arms to take off the blind fold.

Zach slapped me on the arse, wetsuited, but still my arse.

I froze, unsure.

“Do you want the wetsuit off?” he teased.

Huffing I let him secure the black scarf, cutting off my vision. Then I felt him undo the lock and drop it to the floor, finally he began to unzip the wetsuit. I noticed a slight blush growing on my face, and immediately it spread.

“I can do this myself.”

“But you wouldn’t.”

Zach slid the wetsuit off my upper body, and disentangled my left arm. Then I felt something close around it.

“Hey!” I pushed blindy at him, but only found myself slammed against the shower wall, Zach’s hot pyjama top pushing against my sweaty torso. At the same time my left wrist was yanked up to the ceiling, secured there.

“Alright, you’ve got 5 minutes in here to shower and piss.” With a flourish he removed the blindfold and closed the door.

Eyes adjusting to the light I began to survey my position. A leather cuff was secured around my left wrist, which in turn was chained and padlocked to the (rather tough looking) shower head.

“Throw the wetsuit over first”. Zach spoke from behind the cubicle door.

With no choice but to obey, I pulled my hand out of the wetsuit and kicked it off, a bit of maneuvering later and Zach was able to pull the wetsuit out of the cubicle.

As the first warm water from the shower head hit my body I began to relax. Feeling the hot water run the sweat off my skin I started to lean against the wall, only to find my arm painfully stretched by the binding.

At the same time a painful urge in my bladder reminded me of my other predicament.

“Zach, can I go to the toilet?” perhaps politeness would win out.

“Do you need to take a shit?”

“No?”

“Then do it in there.” Zach 1, Politeness 0.

Feeling the urge build up through my pelvis I let go. Trying not to cringe as the distinguishably warm piss joined the hot shower water I emptied my bladder down my leg.

Finally done with washing myself clean I turned off the shower. Leaving the bathroom empty with only the sounds of dripping water.

“Zach?” I asked cautiously.

“Here” he passed a white fluffy towel over the shower cubicle. Unable to hold it with just one hand I managed to drop one end, soaking it in water.

“Fuck, Zach I can’t do this with one hand.” And then, starting to whine “Just let me go you prick.”

Outside the cubicle Zack smiled. He began to fumble with the cubicle door, beginning to open it.

Ever sporting, he tried to hide his disappointment as the open door revealed Harrison, who’d managed to push the towel against his privates.

“Here” Zach put on a mockingly motherly tone as he leaned into my steaming body, neatly tying the towel around my ass and front.

Angrily I tried to push him away, but he only grabbed my arm and knocked me off balance. My feet slipped on the wet cubicle floor and I found myself falling, one hand suspended painfully in the air.

Tying my free hand above my head as well, he picked up another towel and began to dry off my body. Unable to escape I closed my eyes and tried to slow down my heart rate, feeling exposed as he dried off my stretched armpits, legs and even my face and hair.

“Happy now?”

I was surprised to find myself nodding meekly. I heard him exit the room as I almost hung there, breathing.

He re-entered a few times before speaking “You know you can open your eyes?”

Wearily I opened them to find myself presented with Zach, still in pyjamas, and an array of clothes.

“You choose.” He added.

My temporary enthusiasm was dashed as I realized what was presented.

A pair of speedos.

A girl’s swimsuit.

A straight jacket.

What looked like a full body wetsuit, but was far too shiny.

A cycling lycra suit.

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You choose! What he chooses. You have to provide reasoning though (bonus if you yourself follow through :3). Polls or boring, so whoever convinces me wins (or bribes me :P).

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby fratboydanny » Thu Jul 16, 2015 3:03 am

Fun story. I look forward to more summer job adventures.

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby Ossassin » Thu Jul 16, 2015 12:43 pm

As awesome as ever ;)
Maybe he could wear one of the full body ones so my vote is for any but the speedos or girl swimsuit
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
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Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby fahrenkopf » Mon Jul 20, 2015 4:41 pm

I would actually like the speedo. Leave him more exposed to things such as tickling

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby HumHumming » Tue Jul 21, 2015 12:28 am

I'd say either the shiny full body swimming suit because it looks so hot! And because we know the discomfort he will feel when he wears it :twisted:

OR the straightjacket because there's something incredibly arousing with a person stuck in it, unable to move his arms or wriggle free. Especially if that person is getting strapped down to a bed and tickled :big:

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby NemesisPrime » Tue Jul 21, 2015 12:51 am

I vote for straightjacket, it's FAR more easier to control someone that way and honestly alot more fun but if Zach prefers a little humiliation then I say the girl's swimsuit! Provides ample teasing opportunity or better yet, COMBINE THEM! HAve him wear the swimsuit THEN add the jacket! Two for the price of one!
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Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Jul 28, 2015 4:01 pm

Cool continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby TUfriend » Wed Jul 29, 2015 11:25 am

I would think that he would pick the cycling suit. It's the most comfortable of the ones that cover him pretty well.
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Re: A Highschooler's Summer Job [m/m]

Postby fratboydanny » Sun Aug 23, 2015 6:48 pm

Summer is already over for some of us...I hope you have not given up continuing this really good story.