One thing we had in common since we were just 10 was a love of tie up games. We used to playfully tie each other to chairs and beds in our houses when our parents were away, but now that we had our own residence, we were able to do our games uninterrupted.
During the summer, I decided to try an escape while Kody was away. The bed in my room had metal bedposts, so I decided to try a spread-eagle position with rope and handcuffs. Kody left at about 8 in the morning and wouldn't be back till 10 at night. As soon as I locked the door, I ran to my room and undressed into just my blue boxers and black ankle socks (I wasn't going to be stuck in ropes and metal on a hot summer's day!). I found two of my soccer socks that I used earlier that week on the floor near my bed. I also got the white ankle sock that I kept the key for my handcuffs in.
To start off, I tightly tied my legs to separate posts at the foot of my bed with ropes. I did it in a way that the rope created a comfortable yet inescapable noose around my ankles. I found the duct tape under my pillow and stuffed my white ankle sock into my mouth and wrapped my mouth about four times with the silvery stuff. I then tied my smelly soccer sock (black) around my mouth, cinching it tightly behind my head. I then wrapped the other sock around eyes and did the same.
Feeling my way around, I took my two sets of handcuffs and stretched my joints so that one ring locked around my wrists and the other to the other two separate railings of my bed.
It took me about seven minutes to enact all of this, and I was instantly turned on with that sense of helplessness that all males get. It felt just a bit tighter than I had imagined, but the feeling was awesome! The smell of my socks also had me feeling pretty intoxicated.
However, I was so quick in executing this, I forgot where I left the key for the handcuffs. I tried to remember, trying to move my limbs around in a futile attempt to stretch my muscles. I thought t myself, OH SH!T... The key's in my mouth! Now I was completely helpless. While I enjoyed the feeling that it was giving me, I couldn't help but worry what was going to happen to me for the whole day until Kody came back.
I tried finding some way to felease my legs from the ropes, but I knew it was hopeless: I trapped myself perfectly.
It might have been about five at night when I woke up from my nap (it was so hot, and the bed so comfortable, it was hard to resist). I tried mumbling through my gag, but no one was around to hear. I was getting very hungry and wondered when the last time I ate was... about 7 in the morning: pancakes and bacon...
The smell of the socks was making me feel more helpless now than ever before: it was like torture to my senses!
I wanted to use the bathroom, but I couldn't in this condition unless I... oh, too late. Oh boy, when Kody gets bac, I thought, he's gonna raise hell by laughing his ass off! I felt sleepy again and drifted off again into unconciousness.
I awoke to the sound of knocking on my bedroom door. It took me a while to guess who it could possibly be until I heard: "alright then, Ray; good night!".
I was freaking out! I forgot to scream for help! I tried now, but found it futile when I heard Kody slam his bedroom door shut. I moaned in discomfort as I knew I had just prolonged my escape. Why did I not scream? Was I just absorbed into this feeling of helplessness that I couldn't ask for escape? I dunno... But I was trapped until morning.
I started to fall back into sleep when I heard my door creak open slowly. I moaned and heard someone speak: "Oh my God, Ray! You didn't! Did you do this when I left?!
Yeah, I knew I was dead now. I nodded and was still moving my head up and down when a strange sensation struck my rib area. Kody was ticking me!
"Yeah, you wanted this, I'm giving it to you! Let's see what happens if I try-"
The armpits!! That was my most unprotected and most vulnerable spot right now. I tried arching my back but it was hopeless. I endured the tickling of my armpits, my stomach, amy ribs, my stomach, my socked feet, my neck, and my underarms for about thirty minutes. I was exhausted by the time it was through.
I was beginning to catch my breath when I felt something jump onto my bed. My soccer sock was removed from my eyes and I saw Kody looking over me, in an undershirt and boxers. He was starting to freak me out. I tried to move my body away from the center of the bed, but of course, that was an impossibility.
Kody was moving his hand around my chest, softly tickling it, making my hard-on grow even more.
"No wonder the girls always talked to you; they couldn't resist your boyish hotness".
Kody moved farther down my body, touching the waistband of my boxers... now I was thrashing- I didn't want this. My boxers went down ever so slightly, almost revealing my most private area until-
"HAHAHAHA!!!" Kody fell onto the floor in a fit of laughter, "You should've seen your face! That's pure gold... you really thought you were going to be raped, huh?"
I nodded my head and showed my anger by scowling through my gag and arching my eyes downwards.
"Relax! Here," he replaced my blindfold, to my displeasure, "sleep TIGHT; we got big plans tomorrow".
That didn't alliviete the stress that was placed upon me a while ago...
"Well, if you don't like it, then stay awake all night so you'll know when you gotta fight back!"
END of DAY 1: 11:23 was the time I last saw on my clock...
DAY 2: A look into the next day
I felt horrible, hungry, thirsty... I kinda wished I didn't put a huge sock in my mouth... I woke up grogilly and found myself in a hogtie...
