The somewhat contrived sequel to "New Guy in the Cellar."
A TUG Gone Wrong
Overall, things worked out fairly well for Michael following his adventure in the cellar. Despite the abuse he received that day, he ended up with the girl and a new-found curiosity for tie-up games. Though Sarah's passion for bondage was nearly unquenchable, requiring him to spend considerable time in restraints, he didn't really mind. The payoff was obvious!
Unfortunately, Alex, Steve, and Chris didn't see things in quite the same way. They were annoyed by Michael and they became increasingly frustrated with Sarah. Michael's addition to the mix had changed the dynamics of the group. In times past, the tie-ups were innocent, exciting, and fun. Everyone had an equal turn at being captor and captive. Innovation was the norm as the boys explored new ways to restrain and silence Sarah, and each other. Escape was an equal part of the fun and the competition to be best at both tying and escaping was fierce.
But now, everything was predictable. Recent TUG sessions consisted of Michael and Sarah unenthusiastically tying up one or two of the boys. After the few minutes it took to get free, the boys would be required to restrain Michael, mostly to Sarah's stated specifications. He would then be left, bound and gagged, alone with her. Rarely did the boys even get an opportunity to watch him struggle to get free! No more experimentation; no more fun. Put simply, Michael was just plain in the way. So, they plotted.
It was Saturday, and the three boys insisted on meeting at the old cemetery near Chris' house that evening. Afterwards, they would head over to Alex's and hang out in the "dungeon." His folks were away, and they would have the place all to themselves.
The cemetery was a great place for TUGers to go. It was dark and mysterious, and no one ever ventured there at night. Tie ups frequently occurred in the private gloom of that place with its many trees and sturdy fence posts that could be incorporated into creative and challenging tie ups and kidnap plots.
On this night, it was decided that Michael and Sarah would be the first victims. Of course, they protested the plan, but when the boys mentioned how Steve had scored some beer and had it stashed in the hedges behind the big mausoleum, the couple enthusiastically agreed.
It was a clear New England evening in early fall, with a slight chill in the air. Everyone arrived at the rendezvous point at more or less the same time, just as the sun's rays were disappearing behind the trees. The light of the almost full moon cast eerie shadows across the graveyard. It was the perfect setting for the evening's activities.
Michael was the last to arrive. He was wearing the usual; a white heavy mesh polo shirt, this one with thin black stripes, tattered denim jeans with holes in the knees, and black high-top Converse All Stars with white laces. Underneath his shirt he had on a black t-shirt, visible through his open collar. As he approached, he pulled his hands out of the pockets of his Levis jean jacket, repositioned his white ball cap backwards on his head and nervously eyed Sarah waiting for someone to speak.
As always, Sarah looked great! She had recently adopted Michael's style of dress and was wearing a light blue oversized polo shirt, hers over a white t-shirt. Her jeans, too, were ratty, as was her denim jacket. Tonight, she wore no ball cap, but had her blondish hair pulled back into a loose pony tail. White Converse with new red laces were on her feet.
Sarah spoke first. She asked about the beer, but Alex snapped that she would have to wait until she and Michael got free. "Just cool it sister. We've gotta take care of you two first. Besides, you'll need something to wet your whistle later? That gag's gonna be in there for a good long time, you know!"
Before Sarah could reply, Michael muttered indifferently, "Let's just do it, OK?" And, the game began.
The boys produced two rolls of sturdy, grey duct tape out of Steve's backpack. Immediately, Michael started to complain. He hated being tied with tape, never seeming to be able to escape its sticky grip. "Shut up, Mikey!" said Alex. "It's not up to you tonight."
The two victims were ordered to turn around and put their hands behind their backs, which they did.
As their crossed wrists were being taped together, Michael initiated his customary negotiation of the gag. "I'm not going to let you guys stuff rags in my mouth this time. It makes me choke. We never gag you guys like that!" Looking over at Sarah, he continued, "Couldn't you guys just tie bandanas over our mouths and forget about the rags or about gumming our faces up with tape?"
"Dude, shut up," Chris warned. "Yeh, we got bandanas, but I ain't trashin' 'em with your spit? That's what these rags are for." He pulled several strips of old bed sheet out of the backpack. "If you didn't whine so much we probably wouldn't gag you like that. It takes all we got to keep your ass quiet."
Threateningly, Steve interrupted. "When it's time to open your mouth, just freakin’ do it, OK? You're gettin the works tonight, buddy, one way or the other! And this time, you won't have your little Sarah to bail your sorry ass out!"
Michael sensed something malicious in the boy's manner, and began to worry. He well knew what these guys were capable of and how awful things could get, especially if he resisted. Sarah must have sensed the same.
"Michael, just shut up and don't piss them off. We agreed to let 'em tie us up however they want. Let's get going so we can get undone, drink some beer, and get over to Alex's!"
When the time came, they accepted their gags without a fuss. Standing in front, Alex steadied Michael's head with one hand and stuffed a wad of cloth into his open mouth with the other, eliciting a reflexive groan of discontent. From behind, Steve stretched the cleaving strip between Michael's teeth and pulled back forcefully, tying off the ends in a skillfully tight knot. Sarah was next, and received the same treatment.
As the reinforcing layers of tape were being wrapped around their faces, Michael looked over at Sarah who, as usual, appeared to be enjoying the experience. "That chick likes this shit way too much for my own good." he thought to himself.
Next, the captives were directed to kneel down on the ground to have their ankles taped together. Following the careful application of several layers, Chris delivered a playful kick to the small of each of their backs causing them, one by one, to fall helplessly forward onto their bellies. Steve and Alex finished off the binding in a tight and uncomfortable hogtie.
"Good job, guys. Can't wait to see 'em try to get out ‘a that." Alex chided.
Michael and Sarah lie in their bellies motionless for a while, considering their next move. They both recognized that escape would not be easy.
Suddenly, the teens were blinded by a beam of bright light from a vehicle racing toward them. It seemed to have come out of nowhere. Panicked, the three boys fled like a shot, leaving their helplessly bound and gagged companions behind.
Stunned, Michael and Sarah lie still and quiet as statues, staring at the light as it approached. Michael's mind raced. "Was it the police? Perhaps a rescuer believing the two to be victims of a kidnapping? Maybe it was some psycho drug dealer?" He didn't know what to do next.
The car stopped just short of the helplessly hogtied duo, positioned intentionally so that the teens were maximally illuminated. The light shone in their eyes making it nearly impossible to see anything. The doors opened. Heavy footsteps slowly approached. Michael and Sarah strained and squinted, trying to get a look at the trouble they were about to meet.
"What in the hell do we have here?" a male voice queried.
"Not sure, dude. Looks like a couple of kids got themselves in a little trouble." said the other. "But I'll tell you what. I'm not one to pass up on something this good. How often do you get ready-made hostages handed to you pre-bound and gagged? They're practically beggin’ to be taken?"
Yeh. I guess one way to look at it is that we're doin’ ‘em a favor, savin’ ‘em from whatever trouble they were getting’ in. You might say they owe us, right?"
The man kicked at Michael's hogtied legs as one might kick the tires of a used car. He continued, "If we could figure out who they belong to, we might just get a few bucks for 'em in return. And if not, we can just sell ‘em to someone who could use a couple of kids!"
"Kidnapped? Holy shit, I'm being kidnapped for ransom...for real!!" A sudden panic gripped Michael, but the boy remained quiet, paralyzed by fear.