A Different Game

Postby bigsmile21 » Sun Jul 07, 2013 4:57 pm

Hi all. Starting up a new story. Appreciate any feedback you give. Thank you, and enjoy!

Part 1 - Overwhelmed and Taken Prisoner

This game made Jumanji look tame. The four of us (Johnny, Adam, Brandon, and myself) had been fighting hordes of goblins and zombies in this cave for over ten minutes. Usually, the monsters come in waves and are easy to take apart. This time, however, they keep gushing forth. Johnny has been swinging his great sword since we started. Adam has been alternating between keeping magic shields up and firing lightning bolts at bundles of monsters. Brandon disappears frequently, and I only manage to see him whenever he finishes a cloaked backstab on an enemy, and then moves towards another. I’ve been balancing between sword and shield, but haven’t been much help since I got cursed by the last witch we slew. The whole point of us coming into this dark cavern was to retrieve some mystic potion that would cure me of my affliction. Right now I had negative modifiers to most offensive and defensive statistics.

It’s just too much. Our party falls, and one by one each of us is overwhelmed by enemy goblins. The zombies settle back to their resting positions before we disturbed them. The goblins produce mounds of hemp rope, and proceed to bind our hands behind our backs after removing our weapons and disrobing us of any enchanted armor/clothing. I look over and see Johnny bound with his hands behind his back, making his large chest muscles stick out. He is panting, sweat and goblin blood trickle down his face. When Adam had fallen first, all of his magical support and healing had gone with him. It was only a matter of time before we all joined him on the ground. But why had the goblins not simply killed or eaten us? Adam was still knocked out cold. I guess they don’t call mages “glass cannons” for nothing: can deal plenty of damage, but not so much when taking it. His robes had been removed, leaving him in his undergarment onesies. Brandon was fully visible, but more so than normal. Most of his armor and clothing had been enchanted to help the thief move quietly and invisibly. The goblins had stripped him of his armor, clothing, boots, leather bracers, and hood. He knelt with the rest of us in just his brown and tattered underwear. The goblins did not remove any of my armor, even though some of it was enchanted. They looked at me with aversion, and could probably smell the curse that had been placed upon me; most of them kept their distance, maybe in fear that the curse may spread.

We were forced to stand. Adam was throw over Johnny’s shoulder, and I imagine that it must have been difficult to keep him up with one’s hands bound behind your back. The horde surrounded us, and started to walk deeper into the tunnel. We followed, and I was sure Adam might slide off Johnny’s shoulders at any moment, but then again those were some broad shoulders. After whet felt like an hour of walking through dim-lit tunnels, we found ourselves at the heart of the mountain: the infamous Court of the Goblin King. The tunnel opened up into a massive room, with goblin dwelling huts lining the walls. I looked to see Brandon’s face: he was obviously thinking of the enormous amounts of loot that must have been stashed in all of this space. Priorities, though. Escape, then the loot. Goblins around the walls of the room saw our party and started to holler. We stopped at the center of the room, where a large throne stood. The base around the throne was littered with in armor, weapons, and bones of other men.

By this time, Adam had started to wake up. As he began to realize his situation and location, he began to murmur some chants to burn off his and Johnny’s bindings. A pair of goblins noticed before he could make any progress and knocked him out. They then approached me, tore off part of my clothes, proceeded to gag him. They looked back at me and the rest of my party, but decided not to gag us. I’m not sure if they could sense the lack of magic in us, or if Adam’s knockout and gagging was message that attempting to escape was a bad idea. Some of the goblins branched off from the horde and dispersed throughout the court. They appeared to be searching for something or someone. Brandon leaned over to me and said that they must be looking for the Goblin King. Several minutes later, most of the goblins returned and began chatting and arguing amongst themselves. Brandon said he guessed that since the Goblin King had not been found, that the goblins might be arguing over what to do with our party. Unfortunately, the only one of us who could understand Goblin was Adam: he had a spell to help with translating languages between species into a base language. So whatever the goblins spoke, we would understand and vice versa. The goblin arguing grew more heated until a fight broke out between the two loudest ones. A minute of fighting and the bigger one crushed his opponent. I guess that settles that. The bigger goblin pointed at us, screeching and squawking, and pointed across the court in different directions. They were splitting us up. Johnny and Adam (or rather, Johnny with Adam still on his shoulder) were led to the right of the throne towards a large goblin hut. Brandon was taken behind the throne. As they pushed me towards the right of the room I saw that there was a set of stair behind the throne, and assumed that Brandon must have been led to a dungeon of some sorts. The goblins in charge of me opened a door to a small cell that sat next to a cliff. The cage was large enough for me to fit into, but too small for me to stretch out. I was left sitting with my feet in front and my hands still bound behind. I looked around and could see everything in the Court in front of me. Over my shoulder was a pit so deep and dark that I could only imagine how far down it was.

“And with that”, Philip said, “we conclude our first session. So what do you guys think of the new game?

Re: A Different Game

Postby bigsmile21 » Sun Jul 07, 2013 4:58 pm

Part 2 - The Players and their Decision

“I tried to find something that was similar to our previous D&D campaigns, but less complicated. In this system the players are able to describe most of what they think their character would experience or see, and the Dungeon Master (DM) will override or direct the story if necessary. So for example, Brandon made great work of his thief character’s knowledge of the underground and shady societies. He assumed that the goblins were looking for their king, which was perfectly fine. Remember, if you are unsure of how to react to or describe a situation, just give me the reigns and I’ll take it from there. Just remember that I tend to make things sticky for the characters.”

The five of us had been playing tabletops game like Dungeons & Dragons for about two years now. All of us had been friends in high school, and had managed to get into the same college for all of our different degrees. All of us were starting to branch out into different groups of friends and activities, but we all still enjoyed our tabletop games. Most of us were like our characters in this new game, which kept things consistent and easier to react to. Johnny had been on our football team (Go Jaguars!), Adam was the star intellectual, Brandon had been in almost every afterschool club (and had dire on just about all of the members), and I was a mix of all: played on the basketball team (not the star, but stayed off the bench for most games), had good grades, and was in a few volunteer clubs.

Brandon and I met Philip in a few of those clubs, and eventually he worked his way into our group. He was a great student, but kept away from most sports. He did have a killer dodgeball throw, though, that is until dodgeball was eventually weeded out of most high schools. One day after school, he sent us a Facebook request to hang out at his house. We spent the night playing video games (to which I learned that Brandon was deadly at almost everything from Halo to Super Smash Bros.). Towards 900, Philip brought out a few board games. We played a few rounds of Clue, until Philip asked us if we might be interested in some Dungeons & Dragons. I honestly expected Johnny the football player to scoff at the notion and laugh our loud. While he did look a bit hesitant, he warmed up to the idea when Adam showed an interest. Johnny had a thing for Adam, and maybe Adam knew, but he was still in high school. Kids could be cruel, and he decided it was better to stay friends than to open up to Adam, which would cause quite the stir at school.

Nowadays the two of them are inseparable, and their only regret is that they wish they could have gotten together in high school and ignored what any of the other kids may have said. I thought it was pretty slick that Adam just so happened to end up on Johhny’s shoulders when the goblin’s captured us. They haven’t played any games so far where the two of them are in-game lovers (just in case their real-world relationship didn’t work out). Philip spent the rest of the night giving us some pre-made characters and walking us through a sample battle and session. In it we asked plenty of questions, to which Philip was patient and helpful. Time came around for us to call it and head home. Johnny offered Adam and me a ride home. Brandon said that Philip was cool with him crashing for the rest of the night.

More sessions came along and we enjoyed the game more and more, although different parts of it were more enjoyable for others. Johnny and Adam greatly enjoyed the battle aspects. One just used a sword and the other a staff. Brandon was usually our “Face” or the person with the most skill in social elements. I bounced between different classes, and was usually okay with randomly selecting a class to try out something new. Philip was always our GM. He enjoyed thinking up battles and situations for us. Some of them fair and some of them rather challenging. We changed games, from Space pirates to superheroes, to some down-right crazy settings and systems. While some of the games were more fun than others, we always enjoyed the time we spent together.

As Philip wrapped tonight’s session, each of us left for our own agendas. I didn’t have anything in particular planned, and found myself fixated on the thought of being bound and caged as a prisoner (even if it was a prisoner to goblins). This was not the first game we had been captured, but it was the first to take it this far. I had no idea where the future sessions were headed, but was excited to play the upcoming rounds. In this new world that Philip had created for us, anything could happen. How were we supposed to escape, and what happened to our weapons and gear? Would we find the cure for my character in time, and if not then what would happen? We had thought about making new and cooler names for these characters, but decided to use our names to keep things simpler. Our next session was in a week, due to class schedules.

I pull up Facebook and see that Philip has sent me a message. He says that since the party has been split up, we have two options. First, we could get together in a week and play through each character’s story one-by-one. Or we could meet with Philip individually to play through our character’s individual situation for that scene and work our way back to the throne of the Court of the Goblin King. The first option would be fun to hear everyone’s interesting situations and triumphs, but would take too long for us to meet together, I thought. Our schedules only allowed us to meet once a week for now, and I didn’t want to still be dealing with the goblin cave a month from now. I cast my vote to meet with Philip individually. The next day he sends me a response saying that the rest of the group agreed and that Johnny and Adam would meet Tuesday, Brandon Wednesday, me Thursday, and the whole group together on Friday. I was disappointed that I had to wait the longest, but that’s still a day earlier than we would have had to meet. Philip said he would record the game sessions of each player so that we could watch them Friday before we gamed. That way each player could already have their story shared, and the campaign could continue towards getting out of the goblin cave.

The week went by fast, and before I knew it, it was already Thursday. I had taken some time during the week to think what my character might do to escape. I tried not to plan too far ahead, because to be fair, the other guys had less days than I did to plan. And if I really was trapped in the cage (which part of me wanted to be), I wouldn’t have too long to twiddle with ideas. I thought about how effective the other players had been in their private sessions with Philip. If they weren’t able to escape, then some of Friday’s session could be spent rescuing the still-trapped characters, assuming I made it out at all. Philip sent me a time and place (6:00, his dorm room). He didn’t say anything about how long it would take or if we would eat while gaming. I arrived on time, with some dinner already in me.

“Ready to play?” he asked. I replied “ready when you are, Dungeon Master.”

Re: A Different Game

Postby tiedup24 » Sun Jul 07, 2013 5:29 pm

Nice setting! Hope to see how it goes from here

Re: A Different Game

Postby Veracity » Sun Jul 07, 2013 8:03 pm

Interesting. And well written. I will keep an eye on this.

Re: A Different Game

Postby NemesisPrime » Sun Jul 07, 2013 9:33 pm

Will most definitely keep an eye on this!

Very well written and who hasn't wanted to sneak a little bondage into their RP? lol
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: A Different Game

Postby mikeybound » Thu Jul 11, 2013 10:40 am

You, my friend, are priceless.

Re: A Different Game

Postby bigsmile21 » Sun Jul 14, 2013 7:00 pm

Looking forward to this series. I’ll try to update at least one in-game and one out-of-game chapter each time.



Part 3 – Bound and Caged for the Goblin King

Think. Think. What could I do to escape? My hands were tied behind my back, and I was stuffed into a small cage, perched next to a steep ledge. The goblins in charge of me had locked the cage and walked off, sure I was not going anywhere. When we first were taken captive they had smelled the weakness curse the witch had placed on me from our party’s last adventure. While I could feel most of my major strength gone, they had forgotten to remove my armor. As soon as the goblins were out of sight, I squirmed and moved in the cage until my hands could grab hold of my belt. With enough twisting, I pried off one of its metal studs. I looked around the Court, seeing the massive throne of the Goblin King, and make sure no creatures are watching. I attempt to use the stud to poke enough holes in the leather bindings that I could pull them apart or slip them off. The stud was not long enough simply to use it as a miniature saw. A few holes later and the stud slips from my hands. I move my hands around the cage until I accidentally knock it away. It falls into the pit my cage was perched next to. I anticipate any metal clinking sound as it falls, but nothing. The pit is just too deep to hear it ever it the bottom, if there even was one.

It was then I realized that fidgeting around earlier had scooted the cage closer to the edge. Too much movement and I could quickly find myself falling for a very long time. Deep breath. I pry off another stud from my belt, and move quickly to tear apart my bindings. Soon the ropes are on the ground behind me, and I move my hands to the front of the cage and try picking the lock. I never had much skill in Lock-picking (that was more of Brandon’s specialty). I break through at least five studs before I hear the first click of the tumblers in the lock. I can tell that there are at least three tumblers to this lock. I hear some yelling and sword clashing from behind the throne, where Johnny and Adam had been taken earlier. Not much time left, then, if they were attempting to fight their way out. Another tumbler clicks. I’m starting to get the hang of this. A pair of goblins appear from their huts, confused and anxious, and they make their way towards my cage.

I can attempt to force my way through the last part of this lock, and hope that I have enough time to escape from the cage before they slice me up. Or I can pretend to still be bound, but I’m not sure if the rumors of goblins being stupid are exaggerated. In any case, I don’t want them to have the option of pushing my caged self across the ledge and into the pit, as my friends start to escape. Come on, you old rusted lock. The goblins start to look suspicious. They are still too far away to notice what I am doing, at least too far by human standards. The lock clicks and the cage door swings free. I crawl out, and by now the goblins are running towards me and have drawn their swords. I take another deep breath, trying not to freak out. As they get close, they both jump and swing for my head. I manage to step to the side, and the goblins hit the cage and tumble over the side of the ledge. I never heard a ‘thud’. I look around and by now Johnny and Adam (fully awake) have made their way to the front of the throne. Johnny had regained his weapons and armor, and Adam was now fully-clothed and was holding his large magical staff. By the time I made my way to them, Brandon had also appeared. He always moves so quick and silently, and great talent for any thief. He was ready to leave, had a few cuts and bruises on his face, but produced my sword and shield.

Re: A Different Game

Postby bigsmile21 » Sun Jul 14, 2013 7:00 pm

Part 4 – Escape from Under the Mountain

“That was really cool, Philip,” I said, “And I’m glad everyone was able to work out an escape.”

“Me, too, Warren. Now we can move the story towards you guys making your way out of the cave. Whether you fight your way out is up to your party, and there’s still the option of pursuing the potion to cure your character’s weakness curse. What did you think of the flow of tonight? I tried to respond with how the situation played out when you would ask me stuff like, “Could I use part of my armor to escape?” or “Do I pick the lock?”.

“I thought it went great. It was a little frustrating not getting that lock picked on the first few tries, but it’s understandable since my character doesn’t have training or experience in that situation. That being said, I never felt truly powerless, which is one thing I like about this system we’re playing. In other games, if you didn’t have the specific skill or item, it could be extremely difficult to do things that related to those missing aspects.”

We chatted for a bit longer. He said I was welcome to watch the recordings of the other players from earlier in the week, and how they were able to escape from their respective situations. I was glad to. I didn’t have anything planned for tomorrow other than class and then our gaming session later. He offered a beer, and pulled up Johnny and Adam’s video from Tuesday. In it both of them listened intently as Philip described what they saw as the goblins lead them down the spiral staircase behind the Goblin King’s throne. The stair, Philip had said, were decorated with human and goblin skeletons chained to the walls by their wrists. Adam was still knocked out, but had slowly began waking. He had enough control over his mental state to begin waking mentally, and then physically. This meant that he could wake up without opening his eyes, lifting his head, and then getting knocked out again. He opened his ears and tried to take in as much other their situation as he could. He moved intentionally, but making it still look like it was Johnny who had moved him to adjust the weight on his shoulder. Johnny now knew his friend was awake, and began to monologue their situation so far. He did not know if the goblins could understand him, but they didn’t seem to care. They had him bound and they were armed, they could care less if he started talking, with all of the things they had planned for the two intruders. Adam shifted again, signaling that he had now worked up a plan.

Adam (out-of-game) mentions that he wished he had taken the time to learn the telepathy spell, but it would have cost him a lot of points in character creation, which he used for his gear and staff. Neither of which were helpful right now. He would have to tell Johnny his plan on the fly. The two adventurers reached the bottom of the stairs and found that they were in a wide torture room. There was no ceiling, and so looking up they could see the skeletons lining the stairs, and the top of the back of the throne. The Goblin King must have loved to hear his captives scream. Around the room were torture racks, medieval devices that would make you cringe, and a pile of rotting human corpses. Adam could smell the bodies, and after Johnny had complained out loud about his surroundings, Adam intentionally slipped off of Johnny’s shoulder. Johnny had been waiting for some kind of sign, and this must have been it. That, or he just dropped his friend. Adam landed on his back, but still bound and gagged he could not communicate with Johnny. The two goblins were still at the top of the stairs when Adam had fallen. They snickered and cackled at the human’s clumsiness. Johnny knelt down quick enough to find Adam’s gag and pull it down. At this, the goblin’s grew furious. They moved to draw their swords, but by then Adam was free to chant his spell of confusion, which would leave the goblin’s dazed for several seconds, enough time to get the bonds off of their hands.

Adam sat up, spoke a few magic words, and his hands grew increasingly hot until fire combusted in his palms. This burned through his ropes, and he quickly set out to untie his partner’s hands. The goblins were starting to shake the confusion. The two adventurers looked around the room for weapons of some sort. Johnny made a joke about spending some time on the rack, to which Adam replied ‘later’. As I am watching this video, I ask myself if they were just playing with the scene, or if they had something else going on. Something involving tie-up. The moment passes, and the two go right on with the story. Whether Philip caught onto what had or had not happened, he didn’t show it in the video, or right now. The video goes on to show Johnny and Adam working their way towards the goblins. Johnny manages to disarm one right as he is becoming conscious. The goblin is woken up with a knuckle sandwich from Johnny and a fireball to the face from Adam. The second goblin is now fully aware. It enters into a rage mode, having seen his partner die. Philip describes the situation as the goblin will take less damage, deal more damage, and have other heightened aspects until the battle is over. That’s one thing with goblins (and why we had so much trouble with them earlier), is that killing one only makes the others more aggressive. Johnny uses the first goblin’s sword to battle with the second goblin up the stairs, while Adam searches the first goblin for any keys, maps, treasure, or anything else that Philip may have hidden for them should he look. Johnny is halfway up the stairs when he nails the final blow. He stabs the creature and then tosses him down the staircase. Adam then searches this goblin and finds his clothes. The staff, he remembers, was set at the top of the stairs along with Johnny’s stuff. Since Adam’s clothes had been enchanted, this goblin may have been trying to steal them (not sure how that would go over with the Goblin King). Johnny and Adam make their way to the top of the stairs, and move towards the center of the Court of the Goblin King.

Philip leans back on the sofa and asks me what I thought. He had been taking notes during the video, or details to remember and use later, and ideas for the next session. I said I enjoyed it, and liked the dynamic that the two guys were playing in this game. He then asked me something that caught me off guard. “Would you like to be tied up?”

I was shocked. This seemed completely random. He said that during the video the idea of my character fighting his bonds while caged had come to his mind. Even though this was a pretend game, he wanted to make the story’s actions seem as realistic as possible (no sudden spell that grants Adam laser vision or for Johnny to grow twenty stories large). He said that if our characters were to be bound again in the future, he wanted to know more realistically what could or could not happen. I was nervous. One part of me wanted to let him tie me any which way he wanted. “I promise, Warren, that I won’t do anything creepy to you. I don’t even have a cage for you to crouch in. Just some simple rope from the hardware store.” I thought about it, and then said that I would be glad to give it a try. “Great,” he said, “let me run out real quick, grab what we need, and then you can watch Brandon’s video from yesterday while you try to escape”.

Re: A Different Game

Postby Veracity » Sun Jul 14, 2013 9:09 pm

Hmmm. I like where this is heading.

Re: A Different Game

Postby DMC13 » Mon Jul 15, 2013 8:30 pm

I love D&D!
I don't care.

Re: A Different Game

Postby mikeybound » Thu Jul 18, 2013 7:18 pm

Great! Anyone else feel like making a thread like this?

Re: A Different Game

Postby bigsmile21 » Sun Jul 21, 2013 8:53 pm

Chapter 5 – Brandon’s Other Side

In a way, I was glad Philip had tied my hands behind my back. Otherwise I might have been tempted to do naughty things when Philip was more focused on the video than me. Brandon’s video got me hard as I watched the events play out and the story get told. Philip had a way with words, and Brandon had a great way of acting out his part. A few minutes into Brandon’s video, I notice that Philip asks him if he would like to role-play his escape in real-life. He mentions reasons like getting closer to his character and making it a memorable session, but I notice a spark in Brandon’s eye when Philip first mentioned the topic. I had known Brandon since high school, but had never gotten the vibe that he was interested in tie-up games like myself. Brandon, in the video, now sat with his hands bound behind his back like his and all of our character had been when we were first captured. In fact, I was sitting in the exact same spot he had been yesterday. My own hands were wrapped moderately tight (but not uncomfortably) with the rope Philip had brought back. I don’t know why he didn’t just use the rope that he had used for Brandon.

I was wearing a pair of briefs, which helped conceal my growing erection more than a pair of boxers would have done. After tying me up and starting the video, Philip had been moving back and forth between watching the video with me on the couch and going into his bedroom for a few minutes at a time. He might not have needed to re-watch Brandon’s video as thorough since it had happened yesterday for him. From the video, I watched Philip describe how Brandon’s character had been taken into one of the goblin huts on the edge of the Court of the Goblin King. Once inside, Brandon was forced to kneel by the two goblins escorting him. He looked up and saw the massive Goblin King sleeping. Around him were several goblins sleeping, and Philip explained that since goblins lived such a hive and clustered life, that the king would sleep in any of the huts. This provided him with protection, as he could be in any of the huts instead of a royal dwelling place, which made him a target for invaders. One of Brandon’s escorts moved to wake the king. He growled and moaned until he was finally sitting up and awake. The first goblin spoke to his king, and Brandon had to guess at what it was saying.

“My scout here says that you are a treasure hunter,” the Goblin King said. Brandon looked stunned. He asked, “forgive me your grace, but I was not expecting to converse with you in the common tongue.” He was trying to use his character points of a “face” or social character. Influencing and conversing with simple NPCs (non-player characters) like guards and civilians was easier than swaying the minds of bosses like this king.

The Goblin King chuckled deeply (it was cool to hear Philip change his voice for each character that we interacted with). “I must speak in the common tongue in order to ensure that my children and this place is kept safe. I have many friends and enemies, and it helps to communicate when they do not understand our words. But do not attempt to change the subject, treasure hunter. You have trespassed in our mountain, and so you and your friends will be tried in our Court. Should you be found guilty, which would be most pleasant, most pleasant indeed, then you will be subject to the Torture of a Thousand Days. Should you survive til the end, you are of course free to go.”

Brandon responded, “And what if we are not found guilty? What if we are innocent of treasure hunting, as you say, and we were merely passing through your glorious mountain to another destination?”

The Goblin King looked taken aback for a moment, Philip described. “No on has ever been found innocent in our Court. We only try those who are guilty and so far that has been everyone we have tried.” The Goblin King turns to one of Brandon’s escorts. “Spread him across the table over there until I find the time to deal with him and the others.”

Brandon is brought to a table one the side of the hut. One goblin clears the plates of food and other items. At this point, Philip tells Brandon that the goblins will bind him to the table spreadeagle, with each hand and foot tied off to the legs of the table. He asks Brandon if he would like to play out this next part in person by moving to Philip’s bedroom. Brandon thinks for a second, and asks if he could have a moment of freedom to rub his hands. Philip asks if he needs to use the restroom or eat or anything else. Brandon replies ‘no’, and that he had a filling dinner before coming. Philip then replies ‘no’, since his character would not have the same freedom. Brandon thinks again for a moment, and then agrees. Philip smiles a bit, then helps move Brandon to the bedroom, taking the camera with him.

I give Philip an odd look, then look at the bedroom, and then back to him. He smiles. I nearly burst in my briefs right there in front of him. But in our earlier session, all of the characters had escaped. Why would Brandon still be tied up in Philip’s room? At this point, Philip stops the video, and asks if I want to see Brandon. I don’t know what to say. I think long and hard, and then decide to respond, “No, I want to see the rest of the video, first.” His smile fades for a second. But he understands. This is moving a bit fast and without the right context, the next few hours could seriously disrupt our game and our friendships. He starts the video up.

Brandon has been tied to the four corners of the bed. No sign of any growth in his shorts, however. Maybe he enjoys the tie-up experience, but not from the same sexual rush that I get from being tied up. Philip’s room is fairly tidy, with a few movie posters and board games lying around. Once Brandon is settled in, Philip continues the story. The goblins bind the thief to their table, then join the others in resting in the presence of their king. It was an honor to have the king sleep in their hut for the night. Soon all of the goblins and their king were asleep once more. Brandon had nothing but his brown and tattered underwear on. He had none of his special armor or thief tools with him. The second goblin escort had held onto his gear since their capture. The creature had, however, foolishly set the gear on top of Brandon. Goblins may have captured their party, but they were definitely stupid. Brandon fidgeted his body until the armor was almost over his face. He quietly used his teeth and nose to move through the armor until he found his tool belt. He bit onto the belt, and slowly pulled at it until he had removed the belt from the bile of clothes and armor, which was still resting on his chest. The weight was a bit heavy, but it wouldn’t be there for long. Brandon moved his head and tossed the tool belt to his bound left hand. He caught it, but one of the straps hit the table leg and made a light ‘ding’ noise. Not enough to wake any goblins, but enough to make Brandon’s heart race. His hand glided to the pocket containing his small knife, and Brandon soon had his hands and legs free. He placed his armor on, and took a second glance at the other side of the room.

He saw a beefy scepter, covered in gold. It must have been the Goblin King’s. Ever the thief, Brandon thought of stealing the scepter. But it was just too massive to move. He left it, and made his way out of the hut and into the Court.

Philip calls the session to an end, and Brandon looks at him. Philip looks back. Eventually Philip asks if he wants to be released. He says that he does not mind leaving Brandon there for the night, but that if he chooses to remain bound then Philip gets to choose when to release him. Brandon looks at the camera and asks if the camera will stay on all night, and Philip then stands to turn off the camera.

Re: A Different Game

Postby bigsmile21 » Sun Jul 21, 2013 8:56 pm

Chapter 6 – Confused

“That’s it?!” I yell out. “Where’s the rest of it? What happens next?”

Philip looks a bit confused. “The session was over.”

I ask for him to let me see Brandon, and for him to release me.

“No, Warren. I’ll only do one.”

“What? What do you mean you’ll only do one? Untie me so I can see Brandon.”

“You don’t need to be untied to see him. He stayed the night, slept just as you saw him in the video. Though in all honesty, I should have stripped him down to his underwear so he could have been in the same clothing as his character. I have some ratty underpants he could have worn.” Philip had no sexual intent in his speaking, From what I could tell, he only saw the situation as a way to dissect the characters and the world he had created. I saw it as the fact that one of my friends was tied on his bed, and now he talks about stripping him down to his underwear.

Philip shifts the conversation back to me, though. “You can spend the night, just like he did. He didn’t have any classes today, so he’s been alternating between various tied positions. Spoilers: this may not be the first time your characters are captured or bound. If that’s going to be a problem for you, then I suggest you fight really hard against whatever I throw at you.”

“Philip…I want out. Let me out.” He looked a little hurt. Not hurt, emotionally, but as if he had to let one of his lab rats go. He agreed, and removed the ropes holding my hands. I stood from the couch and looked at him hard. This was going too fast. I called out to Brandon, asking if he was okay. There was a long pause. Just as I was getting thoughts of a dead Brandon tied up in Philip’s room, I hear Brandon call back, saying that he was okay. I never take my eyes off of Philip while I have a two minute conversation with Brandon; checking in on him and everything. Once I felt that Brandon was talking of his own free will, and wasn’t on a drugged serum or hooked up to a shock machine if he didn’t read from a queue card that Philip was making him read from, I left the dorm room and headed back to mine. That night, all I could think about was Brandon and Philip: how many tie-up positions they must have alternated through; what other things they had ‘experimented’ with, whether for the characters or not.

And how stupid and paranoid I had been. I could have spent tonight in bondage (or, at least tie-up) paradise. As thorough and methodical as Philip is, I’m not sure if I would be able to escape from whatever position he put me in. I slept okay, and before I knew it, it was time for our next group gaming session.

Re: A Different Game

Postby mikeybound » Mon Jul 22, 2013 6:01 am

Damn. I know that was probably the smart thing to do, but still...damn!

Re: A Different Game

Postby Veracity » Tue Jul 23, 2013 10:37 pm

Oh, Warren. Why you have to be such a buzzkill? I hope he's learned his lesson.

Re: A Different Game

Postby bigsmile21 » Mon Jul 29, 2013 8:45 pm

Chapter 7 - Out of the Frying Pan, and into the Fire

Our party quickly gathered our weapons and equipped our weapons. All around us, the huts lining the walls were stirring to life, and we could hear screeching and howling from the tent Brandon had just came from.

“Goblin King. Angry, fat, and I guess just waking up,” Brandon said. We got the picture. Our party was now fully equipped, and we had only moments to decide on our next course of action: fight (well, that didn’t work so well last time against the goblins) or flight. Adam pointed up ahead to a trail. After running to the other side of the Court, we noticed that the path was a steep set of narrow stairs carved out of the mountain. A few steps up, and Adam turns around and unleashes a moderately powerful lightning bolt towards to ceiling. Rocks fall, sealing the goblin horde and their large king on the other side.

“Come on,” Brandon said, “they know this mountain better than we do, and that sure as hells isn’t the only pathway out to this side." Our party takes a deep breath, and we dash up the stairs, all the while hearing muffled clawing and snarling echoed from the other side of the rocks.

At the top of the stairs there appears to be daylight. But as we reach the top we are greeted with something other than the warm embrace of the sun. There it was: the potion we had quested for! A bright blue liquid sat in a flask, sitting on top of a pedestal. Part of me wanted to rush straight for it and gulp every last drop. But given our luck so far, it would likely be either bewitched or booby-trapped. I looked to Adam, who held one hand out and another to his forehead. He did not detect any magic in the room other than that pulsing from the flask. I looked to Brandon, who nodded and began searching around the room and the pedestal, checking for traps. All seemed clear around the room. But when he got near the pedestal, the liquid in the flask turned red, a magical shield came up, and the floor between the shield and the pedestal dropped down into a sink hole like the trap of an antlion. He could not penetrate it with his trap-detections, and Adam had no luck in dispelling it. Johnny even tried slamming his sword into it a few times, but no luck. Adan and Johnny seemed keen to determine where to go next. The room we were in had many open arches leading to pathways; some of which may lead straight back to the Court of the Goblin King and could be swarming with goblins now. There appeared to be some markings on the walls, but they seemed to have faded too much to be legible. Brandon kept staring at the flask; he was obviously determined. I’m not sure if he ever was unable to steal something, and this situation didn’t look like one he would turn down. I then got an idea. With the liquid still red and the magical shield still up, I started walking towards the flask. As I did, the liquid turned back to blue and the shield began to fade.

I placed my hands on the flask. I had a strange thought about doing a quick swap for the flask with a bag of coins, but decided against it; the liquid had responded to me I assumed because of my affliction, it would likely give itself to me because that was its purpose. Sure enough, I lifted the flask and not a single trap was sprung. I turned around and Brandon had a mixed reaction: part of him was glad I had cracked the code, while the other was a bit annoyed that the code was rigged for only someone with my affliction to crack it. I drank the entire amount of liquid and set the empty flask back on the pedestal. The flask instantly refilled magically, waiting for the next person with its affliction. I feel a tingling sensation. My body glows blue for a second, and I feel myself regained in strength, a bit better than before actually. I can still feel a bit of the weakness affliction in my system, but it’s quickly working its way out. The others in the party look ecstatic. Johny even walks over to try and give me a high-five or at least pick me up. But as he does, the liquid in the flask glows red. The magical barrier comes up! I try to run towards it, but the floor quickly sinks down, and I am falling down a dark hole. I look up to see my party members banging on the magical barrier. The hole isn’t that deep, and after I land I see the ceiling close shut.

Re: A Different Game

Postby bigsmile21 » Mon Jul 29, 2013 8:52 pm

Chapter 8 – How this Plays out

“Johnny, you jerk,” I jokingly say to him. He still had a shocked face; while we were playing he thought it would be funny and cool if our characters did a high-five. Whether Philip planned for this or not, he did not say. Johnny was not as big or as simple minded as his character, but moments like this showed how much we were beginning to think like them. We spent another few minutes giving Johnny a hard time before Philip continued.

“Warren, since you are separated from your companions, I’ll offer you the choice to either stay and listen to their attempts to rescue you, wait, you guys are going to try and rescue him, right?” The others joked about leaving me, but agreed to quest for my rescue. Philip went on, “or you can leave us until they find you. I’ve got a few Xbox games in my room you could play while you wait.” That was the same room Brandon had been tied up in not long ago. I gave Brandon a quick look, but he didn’t make any funny looks back. I still did not know if Johnny or Adam had seen Brandon’s or my private gaming session with Philip. I smiled and said it was cool, and that I’d be glad to beat Philip’s high scores on his favorite games. The two of us stood, and entered his room. Philip told the other guys that he was going to go ahead and give me a little detail about my story line, and that they were welcome to start making dinner. As soon as Philip mentioned that he was going to do some private role-playing with me, Brandon’s head perked up. Before I could see his reaction, Philip closed the door, and now it was just me and him.

“Look, Warren. I’m sorry if things got a little weird yesterday. I didn’t mean to startle you when I said you could be freed or you could see Brandon. It’s just a game after all.” He seemed sincere. I looked at the bed, where Brandon must have been tied yesterday and then back to him. He read my mind. “You are welcome to act out your next part of the plot.” I smiled, took a deep breath, and responded with ‘definitely’. Philip had a small smirk on his face. I knew he was eager to make this game as fun as possible, but he also knew that it wasn’t worth losing his friends over. If I told him I didn’t want to play tie-up with him, I’m sure he would respect it. We sat down on the bed, and he spent the next few minutes describing my situation.

“You find yourself in a dimly lit dungeon, with what looks like skeletons on the walls hanging by their wrists. Some in steel manacles and others bound by rope. You hear an evil laugh, and two ropes quickly shoot out at your wrists from a darker part of the room. You feel they are being enchanted, and soon your hands are bound together and held over your head. As you begin struggling another pair of ropes ensnares your feet. You hear the voice again, “Foolish company you keep. Had that oaf not sprung the potion’s self-defense mechanism, you still had enough of the weakness affliction in your system to leave the area around the pedestal without springing the trap yourself. Now your companions will have to travel through some rather perilous tasks if they hope to find you. That is, without finding themselves bound next to you.”

At this point, Philip asks me to stand up. He pulls out some rope from his closet and begins wrapping my hands and my feet in it. His rope work is nice. Better than I was ever able to do on myself, at least. Much like my character, my hands and feet are bound in rope. At least my clothes were still on. I was starting to get a little hard, and was glad I had worn briefs under my jeans today. Philip stands with me, and I pretend to hold my hands above my head like they are being held there by the ropes. He changes back into the evil voice, “You will wait here while your friends search for you, or join you. You must be so frustrated having just been cured and now bound in here. Any questions before I leave you”

“Who are you and what are you doing in this mountain?” I ask. He responds, “I am a disgraced wizard of the High Order of this land. My magical practices were considered…unfit for even their low standards of the humane. Fortunately my sister, the witch who cursed you, and I have an agreement. She bewitches young and able travelers and they end up here in my trap if their friends are stupid enough to spring the trap on themselves. Then I have fun picking off their friends one at a time and before you know it I have an entire party to experiment on. The bewitchment and the magical shield ensure no filthy goblins get trapped down here. Gods know I’ve had my fill experimenting on those cretins. In return for her help, I bring my sister all the goblin meat, toes, and other body parts for her unique spells. She makes a simply magical goblin pie.”

I try to make an aggressive move toward where I think the voice is coming from. The ropes tighten. The rope tied to the ceiling is magically moved to connect to my ankles. I am now sitting on my knees with my arms tied behind my head and my elbows bent up. A blade floats into view and cuts a piece of my clothes. The scrap of cloth then wedges between my teeth and ties itself behind my head. I’m beginning to hate magic.

Philip stops talking. He brings out a handkerchief. He first moves my bound hands up above and then behind my head. He ties the rope holding my hands to the rope holding my feet. I’m left on my knees. He holds the handkerchief up to my mouth. He asks if I need anything else, I shake my head ‘no’ and then open my mouth. He ties off the handkerchief tight enough to stay on even if I tried to push it out of my mouth. I’m glad he didn’t out a dirty sock in my mouth; I’d always read so many tie-up stories where that happened and I just wasn’t into it. He helped me onto the bed. He said the room my character was in would be dark when the voice left, and so he took another handkerchief and tied it off around my head as a blindfold. He asked again if I was alright with this, and I nodded my head. I hear him close the door, and find myself in tie-up heaven right now. I can feel the ropes tight against my skin, and since I didn’t tie it myself I have no idea where the knots are. I think all of the knots are actually in the middle of my back where the two rope ends were tied off. If that’s the case then I may not be able to get myself out of it. But if I did, I’m sure Philip would smile and play along with it, saying my character had done a great job of escaping at least last situation.

I can hear the other guys pretty clearly in the living room. Was Brandon able to hear my this clearly last night? And how was he able to spend so long under Philip’s restraint? I guess tied spreadeagle would have been a bit comfortable than my position, but still that’s quite a long time to spend tied up. And with that, I alternate between struggling against my bonds and listening in to what my teammates were in store for.

Re: A Different Game

Postby mikeybound » Tue Jul 30, 2013 4:30 am

What a wonderful story! Just...happy days.

Re: A Different Game

Postby bigsmile21 » Sun Aug 11, 2013 6:41 pm

Chapter 9 – Another one gone

“Let’s go!,” Johnny said. He was determined to make it up to Warren and the party for springing the trap. Johnny started to walk down the middle tunnel, when Adam and Brandon urged him to wait and think. No one had any idea where the tunnels led to, and if any of them were safe. “There could be even more traps ahead,” Brandon said. The three agreed that finding Warren was important, and that the best plan of action was to stick together.

Adam raised his staff and summoned several balls of light, one for each tunnel. He sent
each orb down its own tunnel, and the three adventurers waited. Only one orb returned, emerging from a tunnel to the left, and the party agreed that this was the safest route.

(Out of game) Adam asks Philip if he could get any hints as to what the orbs experienced and why they did not return. He tells Adam to roll the dice for a certain skill, and after a successful roll Philip tells the others that most of the orbs either ended up in goblin hands, being crushed by booby traps, or worse. When Adam asks what the surviving ball experienced, Philip said the remaining orb had a safe journey through the tunnels for a bit until it turned around.

(In game) The heroes walk cautiously down the long and dark corridor. After several minutes, they begin to notice torches lining the walls. As they walk, Adam notices their shadows created from the torches are growing and moving not in accordance with their own movements. He tells the others to stop. Brandon and Johnny stop and look around, soon noticing that the shadows are now moving on their own. Before Adam can cast a spell, his own shadow leaps off of the wall at him, pinning him to the ground with one of its hand on Adam’s staff hand and the hand across his mouth. The torches begin to fade. Brandon and Johnny have their weapons drawn and are battling their own shadows. Even though they each have only one shadow, they cannot manage to land any hits. Adam tries to shout any kind of spell, but the shadow’s hand forces his yell to sound like a muffled plea. Brandon and Johnny have noticed that Adam and his shadow have begun sinking into the ground. Before the two can reach Adam, the torches go out for a few seconds. When the light returns, all of the shadow monsters are gone, along with Adam. Their own shadows appear to be behaving normally.

(Out of game) Philip says that Adam’s character is separated from the party, but not yet with Warren. He asks if Adam would like to leave the room or stay while Johnny and Brandon attempt to rescue everyone else. My attention jumps up. What if Philip ties Adam in here with me? Would he even be able to get Adam to comply with being bound? Adam responds that he would like to stay with everyone else in the living room. Philip doesn’t offer to let Adam “experience” his character by acting out the part of being bound. I’m not sure if that was something he had planned for all of us, or if just from Brandon and I. Philip says that he will move on with the main story, and asks what Brandon and Johnny do next?

(In game) Brandon and Johnny freak out for a bit. They soon calm down and agree to continue down the path. Brandon would not tell Johnny, but he was concerned about working with him. Johnny had caused Warren to fall into the trap earlier, and now Brandon was sure Johnny was in a frenzy to get back Adam. The two adventurers reached the end of the tunnel, which opened up into another huge room. At first, they thought they may have been back in the Court of the Goblin King. But in this room, they saw twelve pillars along the walls instead of goblin huts. Other than that, the room appeared to be a dead end. When they turned around, they noticed that the entryway to the tunnel had disappeared and in its place stood a pillar. On it, magical words appeared and read, “When does today die?”

At the base of this pillar, the number 1 appeared in glowing magic. Brandon and Johnny looked around and saw that all of the pillars had the same question appear, but a different number appear at each base. Brandon counted up to twelve pillars. He thought for a moment. Then he told Johnny the answer had to be 12, because that was when the current day turned into tomorrow, at midnight. Johnny agreed, and the two began walking towards pillar marked next to them marked with a 12. As they moved closer, the walls began to rotate at the same speed. The two began running for the pillar, but somehow the walls were able to move tat the same speed. Brandon grew tired and had to rest, while Johnny continued chasing the pillar. He chased them all the way around the large room, until Brandon had another idea. He stood and began running in the opposite direction. Soon, the pillar Johnny was chasing was rushing towards Brandon. When the two grew closer, the pillar fidgeted back and forth until eventually it could not move side-to-side any further. They reached the pillar at the same time, and were sure to touch the 12 at the same time from different directions. The pillar began to glow, shake, crumble, and it then fell revealing another pathway.

Almost directly behind the pillar, there was Adam! His hands were bound behind his back, and a magical shadow a few inches wide appeared to be acting as a gag. Johnny rushed for Adam. Before they could meet, Adam’s shadow gag grew and covered him in darkness. When Johnny jumped to grab him, he passed through a puff of empty smoke.

Re: A Different Game

Postby bigsmile21 » Sun Aug 11, 2013 6:42 pm

Chapter 10 – Heroes in peril

Johnny let out a few profanities. Brandon attempted to calm him down. Johnny cooled his head, and the two made their way down the new tunnel. This one was much tighter than the previous tunnels, and so Brandon and Johnny had to walk single file, with Brandon in front. A few meters in, Brandon stepped on a tripwire. He had enough time to react and duck, but Johnny’s reaction time was much slower. He was fast enough to throw his hands up in defense, but not to get down. Chains shot out from ahead of them and they caught on Johnny’s wrists. There was enough force from them to keep moving and they threw Johnny backwards. His head hit the wall, and he was knocked out cold.

Brandon turned around and saw his companion in his current state. He reached for his tool belt and quickly produced his lock picking tools. The locks were magically sealed, as if Johnny’s hands were surrounded by continuous manacles. Johnny may be able to break the chain, but getting the manacles off his wrist would have to wait until they rescued Adam. Until then, they would just have to look cool. Brandon slapped Johnny in the face a few times until he slowly came to. He tried lifting his hands off the wall, but the manacles seemed to be fixed to the stone along with the chain. He put his feet up against the wall and tried pushing off that way, but it was no use. It was like trying to move the mountain with him. Brandon looked around, but there were no riddles to solve. This was just a trap, and a darn good one at that.

When Johnny set his feet down, he accidentally triggered another tripwire. Brandon got out of the way in time for another set of chains to fly towards them, shackling Johnny’s feet to the floor. To make matters worse, all of the traps and chains flying had lured the goblins to them, while slowing down Brandon and Johnny. Behind them, at the entrance to the pillar room, they could hear goblins making their way towards them. Brandon tried at picking the locks again, but there was nothing to pick! Johnny’s hands and feet were encircled by large steel bands, which were affixed to the tunnel walls. Brandon had just one idea. He looked at Johnny in the eyes, and then bolted towards the goblins. He had his swords drawn, sprinting towards the creatures. He guessed there were about three or four of them from the noise. But before he could introduce more of them to his blades, one of the goblins had sprung a tripwire that Brandon and Johnny had missed. Instead of attaching themselves to Johnny, the chains made a slight turn so they could aim straight for Brandon. The magic chains caught on one of his wrists, and then the other, bringing his hands behind his back as he was forced to drop his swords. The chains still had enough force to slam Brandon into the wall. He lay unconscious, and the goblins quickly discovered him. Brandon had made his way down the tunnel far enough so that the goblins did not see Johnny.

The goblin’s grabbed Brandon and drug him back up the tunnel. When they left, the pillar moved back across the entryway, and Johnny was left alone. He tried moving again. He could not budge from the wall. (at this point, Philip tells Brandon to leave the room. He steps outside, but I notice that Philip had asked Adam earlier while he had given more of a command to Brandon just now). Johnny was afraid that setting his body back against the wall or moving his feet any little bit on the floor might spring another set of traps. As he gave up hope, he heard a voice (the same voice I recognized as the one Philip used to sound like the wizard). “Another trophy, and a big one at that. What do you think we should do with him, Adam?” Adam appears behind the wizard.

(Out of game) And just like that Philip wraps the gaming session for the night. Johnny jokingly asks if all of our gaming sessions will end with us bound and in trouble. Philip laughs, but doesn’t respond otherwise. I hear Adam and Johnny stand and say they will head on back to their dorm rooms. Philip said that was fine. It was getting late anyways, but said that since tomorrow was still Saturday, the two of them were welcome to crash here. Adam said no, that he and Johnny had stuff to do, like talk about and plan for the next gaming session. Did that mean they were going to try to reenact some of their game? I got a picture of evil-Adam tying up Johnny and those two having fun at their dorm room. Philip said, “the next gaming session is set for next Friday if everyone is still free. Until you guys rescue Warren, he’ll stay in the dungeon. Next week he is welcome to hang out with us around the couch and listen in.”

Johnny spoke up, “I guess we better say goodbye to him to tonight, then.” I could hear Johnny and Adam moving towards the bedroom. Philip beat them to the door and said, “Let me check on him.” He opened the door and we locked eyes. We both could see that the other did not want Johnny and Adam in here to find me bound and gagged as I was. Philip smiled, close the door, and said, “he’s asleep, guys sorry. Hopefully he’ll be more entertained next week, and entertaining for us. (I didn’t like the sound of that) The two guys said that was fine, and that they looked forward to next week. I heard them leave, where I assume they said their goodbyes to Brandon. But Philip would not come back in the room with me for another hour. What could he have been doing?

Re: A Different Game

Postby mikeybound » Tue Aug 13, 2013 7:58 am

Can't wait to read what happens next in the game and real world!
Stupid Adam. Never trust a wizard.

Re: A Different Game

Postby bigsmile21 » Wed Aug 14, 2013 4:24 pm

Chapter 11 – Journey to the Bottom of the Bed

There I was, still bound and gagged, waiting for Philip to untie me. I’d find out later that would not happen for another hour. Had he forgotten about me? No, he had just checked in on me and told Adam and Johnny I was asleep. Maybe he and Brandon had left with them for more fun. It was Friday night, after all, and we were on a college campus. Johnny had been a member of a fraternity since we joined college. He was still pretty new, but he’d always been able to get us into the best parties in high school. One party we went to this past Halloween was amazing.

The ropes holding my hands behind my head were still as secure as when Philip had originally tied them. Granted, I had not put up much of a struggle to get them off, but something about the way he tied them told me I’d have little success in freeing myself. I had been able to knock off the blindfold while moving about on the bed, and listening to the game play out in the other room. Maybe that was it. Maybe Philip had seen that the blindfold was off when he checked in on me, and he was ignoring. Did he think I was disrespecting him? If I had wanted out, all I had to do was yell loud enough through the gag and bang against the head of the bed. I’m sure Adam and Johnny would have noticed something was wrong. But as sly as Philip is with his words, he likely would have explained it away with some story about the jerky freshman upstairs. And then I would certainly be in trouble when it was just me and him.

Despite my position, there was enough slack in the rope for my muscles not to get sore. I hadn’t felt any discomfort while tied up all of this time. But I’m not sure I could last the rest of the night like this. I’m still on my back, and I start trying to wiggle the rope around a bit. No luck in getting free, but after several minutes I was able to widen the rope circling my hands. If my wrist were just a bit smaller, I could slip right out. The rope was now low enough on my wrists that I was able to separate my elbows wider, with one now on each side of my head. I looked towards the door. The bed I was on was not too high off the ground. I wiggled to the side of the bed. I grabbed a pillow with my hands and tossed it to the ground beneath me. With a single nudge to the left, my body fell off the bed and safely onto the pillow. I had expected some amount of impact or pain, but the fall could not have gone smoother. I landed on my side, and turned to have my stomach towards the carpet. I brought my elbows up past my ears and braced my knees. There wasn’t much room between my face and the floor (maybe a few inches). The line of rope between my hands and bound feet was now taut, but I slowly made my way towards the door, braced up on y elbows and knees. It was a slow, steady pace. I could only go a few moves before having to take my breath. The rope would not give any more than it already had.

By the time I reached the door, I realized the knob was at waist level. Standing-waste level, that is. Not crawling-on-the-ground-like-a-dog waste level. I slowly sat up, having to curl myself into a ball to do so. My nose was now a foot away from the door knob. I leaned in closer, and knew I’d have to turn around to reach it with my hands. But as I’m turning around, I hear commotion… Philip’s voice. He’s walking closer to the door! Perfect, just perfect. I look around. No where to go, not while tied up like this. I have enough time to scoot back from the door as it opens. The door just barely misses my face. And there he is.

His expression is full of joy. I must look like a Christmas present, or better yet, a dog eagerly awaiting his owner to come home. I’m sitting on my feet, my hands are help up close to my head. There is a handkerchief acting as a gag across my face. I’m still in the t-shirt and jeans I arrived in, but between the crawling and the ropes, I’ve worked up quite a sweat. I’m practically panting through the gag. I look out and see the living room. No sign of anyone else. I look back to Philip, who has changed clothes. Nothing special, just gym shorts and a black t-shirt, but not the jeans and collar shirt he wore earlier. He smells like he just finished with a shower; his hair is still a bit damp and matted down. I notice his brown hair is a bit longer than mine, but still considered short. He has his glasses on now, and I know he’s been in the shower now because when I look at him in the eyes I see steam behind the lenses.

“So you really want to do this? You made your way all the way over here just so you could wait for me for when I came back for you?” he asked. I’m not sure I’m reading him right. “But how did you know when I’d be back for you? How long have you been waiting?” For someone asking so many questions, he still had not removed my gag. I tried to make some kind of noise to bring his attention to the gag. “Oh, you do want to do this. Excellent. Let me grab the duct tape.” THE WHAT!

Re: A Different Game

Postby bigsmile21 » Wed Aug 14, 2013 5:12 pm

Chapter 12 – Miscommunication

The phase ‘let me grab the duct tape’ could never end well, not with your friend tied up and gagged sitting in your bedroom. I tried to yell and resist, but my attempts to communicate my discomfort seemed to only register as turn-ons for Philip. I know he’s smart, and would never do anything to me without my permission, but why could he not get it? I was certainly not ready to do ‘this’, whatever that was. He spent a minute shuffling through things in his room, mumbling to himself about grabbing this and that. As he disturbed his neat room, I started to see things I hadn’t thought Philip might have: leather harnesses under a dirty clothes pile, Bound & Gagged magazines between his school books, even a few ball gags here and there. He made his way back to me with a book-bag full of these and other things I couldn’t quite see.

“So, what do you want to play at first? My friend Andrew lent me his baseball outfit, so we could play some ‘hardball’? No? Okay, let’s see.” He thought some more. ‘Hardball? What did he mean? Surely not… “Oh, since you’re already bound up we could always do some cops and robbers. Johnny’s frat brothers have some cool prisoner jumpsuits and cop gear for their hazings. Still no?... Oh, this is perfect. You’re already trussed up on all fours, so we can continue with some pup play. Yes, you’ll love it.” Philip was now much more excited than I’d hope he’d be. He soon pulled out a roll of duct tape, what looked like a shock collar, and… was that a butt plug with a dog tail at the end?! Seriously, this is getting way too freaky way too fast. Yet, I look down, and my dick is rock hard. There’s a thin layer of pre-cum trying to seep through my jeans. Somewhere in the back of my mind, this situation has got me completely horny. Philip continues, “it will be great to take a break from our adventures in table top and try something different to role-play. After all, we have a week for us to test out how we want the story to go. Well, to be clear, all weekend if you don’t want to spend the week here with me until next Friday. But that’s a decision for Sunday. Until then, let’s have fun.” Sunday? No, I want out now. But nothing comes out clear, and I’m sure I’m only making him more excited.

“First things first. Let’s get your collar on.” He takes out the shock collar, flicks a switch on the side to what looks like a low setting, and buckles it across my neck. The metal shock nodes are touching the side of my neck. I want to tell him to release me, but I really don’t want to get shocked. “Now let’s get your paws ready.” Philip unrolled several strips of silver duct tape and began wrapping them around my hands. When one of the strips caught my hair, I yelped as it tugged at my hair. Right on cue, the shock collar released a quick but sharp pain. And even more on cue, Philip grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and sternly said, “No. Bad dog. Quiet.” He continued wrapping my new ‘paws’, with me still trying to grasp what happened, until my firsts were completely encased in duct tape. My fingers on the inside of the balls would not budge. I could feel a little bit of sweat already forming on my palms, but there was no way I was getting out of this without my teeth. Speaking of which, Philip pulled out a menacing collection of leather straps and buckles, which formed a muzzle head harness.

I waited for him to remove the gag, or at least change it into a ball gag. I just needed one second to yell at him, bear through the shock collar, and tell him how I really felt. But he didn’t change the gag. He laced my head in all of the straps over the current gag of a handkerchief. My head was surrounded by leather, and I took in that very distinct smell as he buckled each of the straps. He stood up and took in the view, which lead his eyes from the harness to the paws to my sweaty pits and soon to my bulge. His smile grew wider, and he leaned over to whisper into my ear. “We can do this the fun way, or the hard way. We can play for fun, or we can play out what your bulge is responding to. That would mean you bound up more, with less clothes for the both of us, and maybe something to top it all off at the end.” I tried not to. I really did. But… I came right there on the spot. The smell filled the room, and you could see the cum stain against my jeans zipper. “Okay then. Option 2 it is.” He went behind me, spent a minute untying the ropes around my feet, and stood me up. My knees were so weak after being bent for most of tonight that I wobbled a bit. He steadied me. The rope around my hands was still tied, and the string pulling them behind my head was released. My hands naturally lifted up over my head and in front of me, exhausted. Still behind me, Philip reached around my waist and undid the belt for my jeans. Soon, my jeans were unzipped and sitting at the bottom of the floor. “I’m so glad you want to do this,” Philip said. He then lowered my underwear and tossed it across the room towards his dirty clothes pile. Still soaking with cum, it made a squishy sound when it hit the pile. My cock was caked in cum, having been compressed in the jeans from when I came. Philip moved in front of me, took a look at my cheap t-shirt, and cut it off with a pair of scissors from his book-bag.

I was now completely naked, standing in front of my friend with just a gag and muzzle, shock collar, and duct tape paws. I was in such a high state from having just came. So long as he didn’t touch my now sensitive member, I could stay in that state for a few minutes and have no willpower to fight back, although now may be the only time I could have any chance at escape. Sure, I’d be naked and gagged running across campus, but the campus police would catch me fairly soon and then I could tell them everything. I looked at my cum-stained underwear. Well, almost everything.

It did not take Philip long to have my feet converted to duct tape paws. The butt plug actually went in and stayed in pretty smoothly since he had used a good amount of lube. He had me kneel on my hands and knees. One limb at a time, he bent it and tied my forearms to my biceps or calves to thighs. I was quickly converted to a dog, sitting on my elbows and knees, but in a completely different situation from when I was bound in just rope, and still clothed.

“I know dogs get horny, but I don’t want you humping my leg just yet,” Philip said. He got down on the floor beside me and started working a clear chastity device onto my now flaccid member. I started to come down from my high. He had the last of the pieces in place, clicked a small metal lock, and moved in front of me to show me the key. The key was on a rubber necklace, which he looped over my head. Rubber, I guessed, so the shock collar would not be a factor. From what I had read online, I would not be getting fully hard until I got the key in that padlock. He also wrapped a small rubber band around the base of the padlock so it would not clack when I moved about. He patted me on the butt, right next to the butt plug, and told me to start crawling towards the bed.

Re: A Different Game

Postby mikeybound » Wed Aug 14, 2013 6:57 pm

As hot as this is, I really hope Philip doesn't do anything he'll regret because if this misunderstanding. Not sure how I feel about this.

Re: A Different Game

Postby Veracity » Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:44 pm

That last chapter was amazingly hot. Kudos.

Re: A Different Game

Postby bigsmile21 » Sat Aug 17, 2013 4:21 pm

Thank you so much for reading, and for the comments. Mikey, I promise Phillip won’t be doing anything he would regret with Warren. On another note, my first chastity device came in, and I now have the pleasure of being locked while writing this story. Going to try for at least a few hours locked, and build up to hopefully longer terms. Up until now, anything I’ve written having to do with chastity has been through word-of-mouth or through other stories from this site, and I look forward to providing some personal experiences in this story line or in the next series I have planned.

Chapter 13 – One Key at a Time

My mind was racing faster and faster. I wasn’t afraid of what Phillip may do to me. Despite his anxious behavior and flirting, I knew he was mostly fixated on the bondage of this situation. Had he wanted to do things to me, he would not have locked me in a chastity device or plugged me with a rubber dog tail. Sure, those things could easily be taken out, but the way he was looking at how I moved under the rope and leather told me he was primarily thinking about what positions to try next.

I had reached the foot of his bed. I waited, as there was no possible way for me to get up there on my own, bound as I was. Would he lift me? Would he set pillows and boxes on floor next to the side of the bed for me to attempt to climb up, probably with him laughing the entire time? All of a sudden I heard struggling behind me, Phillip’s struggling. I slowly pivoted myself around on my elbows and knees, and saw Phillip being dragged out of the room. It looked like he had just been knocked out by chloroform based on how limb his body was and the fact that the stereotypical white handkerchief was lying on the ground. It was fairly close to my cum-drenched underwear. I looked back to see that Phillip had been completely removed from the room. He was splayed out across the couch in the living room. The door started to close, and before it closed completely I saw someone step out from behind the door. It was Brandon! He was completely naked except for the same clear chastity device Phillip had placed on me. Brandon was sweaty, I guess from his tussle to render Phillip unconscious. He had the same short light blonde hair as me, had a similar slim but toned build. Although, Brandon had a fire in his eyes now. He had leather cuffs around his wrists and feet, though I didn’t see any rope or chains connected to each one’s ring. Each one did, however, have a small padlock identical to the ones on our chastity devices. Around his mouth were obvious marks from a duct tape gag. I know, because I’ve fallen asleep with one on before, woke up the next morning, and had to massage my face to make sure no marks were visible before meeting the guys for class.

Brandon looked into the room for just a second as he closed the door. I don’t think he saw me. Had he seen me, I would imagine that door would have swung open and I’d hope he would come to my rescue. No luck. The door closed as if he hadn’t seen me. From the bedroom, I heard him lifting Phillip and taking him to what I guessed was the bathroom. There was only this bedroom, the living room, and one bathroom for Phillip’s apartment. No wait. There was a closet too, right next to the bathroom. Sure enough, I heard the closet door open. There was a clunk as Brandon dropped Phillip lightly on the floor in front of the closest. I heard Brandon curse and murmur to himself about ‘where is it? Come on, come on, where are… gotcha’. I heard a set of keys jingle. I guess Philip had an extra set in case something happened to the one for my padlock on my chastity device. I soon heard the sound of leather cuffs dropping to the floor. No sooner did Brandon have his cuffs, he started locking them on Phillip. I heard four ‘click’s. Wait. What about the chastity device. If Brandon had been locked up before me (maybe that’s what Phillip had spent the hour before I got to me), then I’m sure Brandon was much hornier than I was and would want that thing off. But that was it, just the four locks clicking. Phillip must have still been knocked out. I heard some huffing and puffing and Brandon lifted Phillip up and set him against the wall in the closet. A few minutes later, and several odd sounds later, the closet door slammed shut. This must have helped Phillip, because I started to hear some moaning and grumbling from behind the closed closet door. I wondered if Phillip would be loud enough to disturb the apartments next to him. But since this was a college dorm and a Friday, there were two issues with that: first, most people on campus would be out at this time on a Friday; second, it was a college campus, and on-campus students were no strangers to hearing grunts and noises from their next-door dorm rooms. I had no idea how Brandon had managed to secure Phillip in the closet, whether with rope, duct tape, or something else.

Half an hour passes by, and Brandon opens the bedroom door. He has changed into something more normal. He had jeans and a blue polo shirt on, though you could still make out the bulge from his chastity device. When he saw me, he almost didn’t recognize me. He had a slight moment of confusion, but not the complete shock I had expected. “Wondered what happened to you, Warren. Don’t you look like a good dog. Sorry, I guess I kind of interrupted whatever you and Phillip had planned.” He honestly sounded apologetic. “Phillip and I have been trying some tie-up activities with each other for about a week. I guess you saw the video from my last session. Anyways,” he entered further into the room and closed the door behind him. He continued to stand and look down at me, “Phillip has been taking things a bit too far recently. You wouldn’t happen to have seen a small key, have you?” Was he talking about the key to our chastity devices? Maybe the keys for the leather cuffs were just for the cuffs. Did this mean that Phillip only had one key for the locks for our chastity devices? The key suddenly felt much more valuable. “Oh, I see you’ve been holding onto it.” He pointed at the key around my neck and reached to grab it. I yelled and backed away from him. The collar shocked me, as well as his hand when he had it stretched out. He cursed and drew his hand back. He tried again. I yelled and we both got shocked. I could see the frustration building in his eyes. I wasn’t trying to annoy him, but I didn’t know what he may do once his dick was free, especially with me helpless as I was.

He grabbed leather-bound jaw sternly. He pulled his face close in next to mine. “Listen, Warren. I’m tired. I’m horny. And I just want that key. Now, let me borrow it. And maybe I’ll let you free, too.” At those words, I submitted. He released his hand, and I dropped my head down to the floor. He slipped the rubber strand with the key off from around my neck. He turned around and unzipped his jeans. I heard the click for the lock, and a few seconds later he had removed the device and zipped his pants back up. He turned around and I started squirming. I tried to roll onto my back so he could remove my own device, but Brandon had other plans.

Re: A Different Game

Postby bigsmile21 » Sat Aug 17, 2013 5:32 pm

Chapter 14 – Who’s Running this Show?

Brandon’s smile wasn’t necessarily evil, but it certainly wasn’t benign. “Since it was so difficult to get this key from you in the first place, I’m going to hang onto it.” He put it around his own neck. The rubber strap went around the base of his polo collar, while he tucked the key into the shirt. He reached down and slowly picked me up. He gently set me down on the bed, laying me on my side. He looked around the bedroom, found some extra rope. He secured one of my wrists with a rope and tied the other end to the head of the bed. He took another rope and tied one end to my foot, and the other under the bed, I guessed to one of the legs. I could roll from side to side a bit, but not enough give in the rope to roll off the bed. With the shock collar still engaged, I had no way to verbally communicate with Brandon, but he continued to talk.

“I’m going out on the town for a few hours. Don’t worry,” he patted his chest where the key was, “I’ll keep this safe until I get back. Philip is tied up in the closet right now. I’ll check on him one more time before I leave. He does have another shock collar here somewhere, and I might use it on him in case he gets too noisy.” He started looking around the room for the shock collar, all the while still talking out loud to me, or maybe himself. “Sorry again for getting in the way of whatever you two had planned for tonight. But if it’s alright with you, I’m going to take over for a while. At least until one of you escapes and takes control of the situation.” He found the collar. He also picked up the chastity device. He mad his way back to me. “While I’m out, you enjoy your time to yourself. When I get back, I’ll change up your position before you go to sleep, one that’s more comfortable. Oh, and there’s one more thing.” He reached back towards the dog tail butt plug and flicked a switch that I didn’t know about. The plug started vibrating steadily. “That will start slowly and work its way up a little more vigorous by the hour. I don’t intend to be out for more than a few hours, and seeing as how you’re locked up, this shouldn’t get too bad.”

Brandon moved towards the door, looked back to wink, and closed the door. The plug was emitting a very mild vibration, though this was the first time I’d had a plug vibrate in me. My cock was leaking pre-cum, and I realized that this was the closest I’d get to cumming again for the next few hours. Heck, based on how manipulative everyone in this hour is, I didn’t expect to cum until tomorrow.

I heard Brandon open the closet door, and Philip grunt and yell at him from behind whatever gag he had on. Brandon lowered his voice. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but whatever it was Philip did not take it well. Brandon raised his voice to tell him to calm down. I heard Philip yelp as he received a shock form the collar I guess Brandon had just forced onto him. Philip stopped yelling, knowing his device all too well. Speaking of device, I wondered if Brandon had planned to put the chastity device on Philip. I guess not, because soon I heard the front door open and close, and Brandon’s car starting. That’s it then. I settled in to my new situation, knowing I would be here for a while. I don’t know if Philip struggled silently any, or if he had accepted his fate as well.

Hours passed. The butt plug certainly had revved up its vibrations. Thankfully, I heard Brandon’s car (I assumed it was his) drive up and him enter the apartment. He walked to the closet and open the door. Brandon talked with Philip for a bit, after turning off or removing the shock collar. It was really interesting to hear them talk. They walked through what they liked and what they didn’t like about the power exchange, chloroform, and the bondage. They shared a few pointers with each other about how this scene was better or worse than a few other role-plays they had done and why. Brandon said he would still be running the show tonight. Philip said that was fair. Brandon said he’d put the shock collar back on and check on me next. The closet door shut again, and soon Brandon was in the bedroom with me. He first moved to turn off (but not remove) the butt plug. He asked me if I was okay, and I nodded my head, ‘yes’. I moved my neck up to show him I was still wearing the shock collar. “I know,” he said, “Philip said you two were going to start some puppy play tonight. He made me promise that you not be taken out of that role until he gets back in control, which could be awhile based on my ropework. It would be rude of me to mess with someone else’s work, so the collar stays on, the mitts stay on, the chastity stays on, the gag and straps stay on, and the plug stays in.” I gave him a pleading look. “Just because you’re playing a puppy doesn’t mean that the ‘puppy eyes’ will work on me. He did okay me to change your ropes and position, thought.” At least some relief.

Within minutes, Brandon had moved me into a spreadeagle position, almost exactly like how I saw him in his gaming session. “Time for bed, pup,” Brandon said playfully. He got up from the bed and ruffled my short hair. He picked up the handkerchief Philip had used for a blindfold and replaced it across my eyes, tying it off behind my head. I heard him leave, and soon I was asleep. I didn’t bother with fighting the ropes. The vibrating plug had drained a lot of my energy, and I just wanted to rest.

A few times throughout the night, I’d wake up to pain in my cock. It couldn’t get hard, but my body didn’t know that. I yelped out in pain a few times and received the shock on cue. I’d get back to sleep soon enough, though. I dreamt the usual weird dreams I had. When I woke up completely Saturday morning, I was a little disappointed I didn’t remember having any tie-up dreams. Oh well. Fully awake, I had an issue. I needed to use the bathroom. I wasn’t sure how soon Brandon would be back, or Philip if he had broken free during the night. I thought about what to do. I certainly was not about to wet myself, especially in Philip’s bed. Would I even be able to pee in this device? I looked down and there was a small slit at the tip of the device, so I could pee if I really had to. About ten minutes later, Brandon AND Philip came into the bedroom.

“You’re awake,” Brandon said, “Well, we were going to wake you at 9 anyway. How’d you sleep?” I gave no physical response.

Philip spoke, “I slept surprising well in the closet. Sorry, Warren, but Brandon is still running the show. He did agree to let us continue our puppy play session. But you have to be extra good for me. Brandon’s given me until noon to train you in the basics. If you can put on a good puppy display of your talents by lunch, then he’ll let you go and we can change the scene. I checked your phone’s calendar while you were out, and your schedule seems clear for today and tomorrow. I even made a post using your Facebook app that you were hanging with your friends all weekend.” I started to get it now. I wasn’t a prisoner, but I wasn’t free either. I’d have plenty of time to think about my situation last night. What the hell. I want to do this. These two were some of my closest friends, and now I know we share a common interest in tie-up.

“Is this okay with you, Warren?” Brandon asked. “If you can’t prove to me you can be a decent dog, after all of this time of getting into your character, then I would have to give you more time in costume, and more time training with Philip. We’ve got all weekend, after all.” He grinned, but again, more playfully than maliciously. I nodded my head ‘yes’, and they looked at each other and then back to me.

Re: A Different Game

Postby mikeybound » Sat Aug 17, 2013 6:56 pm

This seems to be getting farther and farther away from the game they were playing.

Re: A Different Game

Postby tiednw » Mon Aug 26, 2013 3:22 pm

I didn't like the beginning so much, but the last chapters the story is getting better and better and better!

Re: A Different Game

Postby bigsmile21 » Mon Sep 02, 2013 8:47 pm

I apologize for not posting in weeks. I have always been consistent with my updates. This weekend was Dragon*Con, a big comic and geek-culture convention in Atlanta, and I have spent most of my free time these past weeks preparing costumes and decisions on which panels to attend. That being said, here are the next two installments for this series.

Chapter 15 – Back to (Un)Reality

The rest of the weekend was a rollercoaster. I found out many things. One of which was that Brandon was more strict than I had anticipated. Despite a crash course in Puppy 101 with Philip, I was still not up to Brandon’s standards by noon. Apparently, he thought I was holding back. An hour later, and he told Philip to show me what I had learned. By then, I was in the right mindset. I barked when I was told to speak. They set the shock collar to remote-only mode, so I could bark all I want but they could shock any words I attempted to form. I begged when commanded to. I rolled over (the best I could), and a few other tricks. By 2:00, Brandon had okay’ed my release. All restraints, plugs, etc. were removed from my body, leaving me completely naked in front of them. Brandon said I could shower.
The rest of the day consisted of Round-robin rotations of myself, Brandon, and Philip getting dressed up in certain roles and then bound. One person would be the judge, who determined when the bound person would clear that role. Another person would be the trainer/coach, who would assist the bound person in getting into their role. Puppy play, cops and robbers, baseball player and coach, the list of roles went on for a few more. I noticed each person reacted differently when bound. Brandon would not struggle for a second while being tied up, but would put all of his energy into working the knots holding him. He never resulted to brute force, but would think about how to escape and then attack the weakest point in the tie-up system for that role. Philip would fight the ropes of cuffs as they were being applied, but soon settled down into submission. You could see his face go from struggling defiance to acceptance. Of the three of us, he would settle into each role the quickest.
Despite having all of Sunday to still play with them, I left Saturday night to head back to my room. Playing with them was fun, but I wanted to sleep in my own bed. I never slept so well. I dreamed about potatoes attacking Tokyo, instead of anything tie-up related. Disappointing, I know. When I woke up Sunday, I almost wanted to go back to sleep to see if I could change the channel. Philip sent me a text around breakfast, asking if I wanted to hang out. I thought about asking him where. I had tie-up’ped out for this weekend, but wouldn’t mind meeting them outside their place for a movie or something. I sent him back a reply saying I was going to catch up on some homework and studying for a test Friday. I felt kind of bad having to turn him (and maybe Brandon) down. But I wasn’t about to let this new aspect of my life completely consume the rest of me. One step at a time.
The school week flew by. Classes were the same. Homework was the same. School events were the same. Friday evening rolled around, and my favorite gaming group gathered in Philip’s living room. Philip spent a few minutes reviewing everyone’s situation: I was still missing (captured by the wizard, but their characters did not know that yet). Brandon had been snared in some of the pathways booby traps, leaving him magically manacled an unconscious in the arms of the goblins. Also, Johnny had been bolted to the tunnel wall, and had discovered an evil wizard had appeared in front of him, with Adam next to him.
Every player looked around the room at each other. We all had the same face: we’re screwed. How did we keep getting ourselves caught? We had healed me, and now just had to escape the mountain. But between the goblins and evil wizard, that would be easier said than done. Philip told us that Adam and Johnny would play out their character first. Adam had been put under a spell by the wizard, and every out-of-game hour Adam would be able to roll dice to see if he could break the spell.
Johnny’s character, still pinned to the wall, began throwing insults at the wizard, demanding he and Johnny be released. The wizard laughed, “You cannot leave, young warrior. Not now and not ever. You and your companions are mine to experiment with. Fortunately, I believe Adam here is exactly the caliber of person whom I have been searching for.” Adam’s eyes looked dazed. Johnny tried telling him to snap out of it, and to blast the wizard unconscious, but nothing phased him. “Try all you like, but my will is stronger. His magical talents are impressive, and having a younger body would be nice, too.”
Johnny replied, “What are you talking about? What do you intend to do with Adam? And with the rest of us?” The wizard grew more serious. He responded, “You foolish barbarian. Can you not see the facts laid out in front of you? This body of mine has grown too old for my tastes. While Adam’s skills are nowhere nearly as powerful as mine, he has plenty of potential. Once the ritual is complete, I will be walking around in your friend’s body. As for the rest of you, I will show you.” He made a flick of the wrist, and Johnny’s metal manacles holding him to the wall were joined together. He quickly went from a standing spreadeagle to a balled up position on the pathway floor. Johnny was barley holding himself up on his feet. He looked like a child squatting down ready to leap like a frog. The wizard moved his hands again, and Adam moved to raise his own. Together, they lifted Johnny and brought him down the corridor. Several twists and turns, stepping over booby traps and choosing one of several paths, they stood before a large iron door. Johnny tried to remember the way they came, but lost the path after about five minutes. If this was where Warren was being held, it could have taken their party days to find the correct path.
The iron doors opened with a wave of the wizard’s hands. Johnny soon found himself in a cold and dark room. He makes out skeletons hanging on the walls by their chains wrist bones. The wizard and Adam stopped their levitation spells, and the wizard manipulated Johnny’s metal cuffs to force him into a stockade position on his elbows and knees. The metal was acting like it was fused to the floor, and he could not budge his wrists or ankles. The wizard sneered, and beckoned Adam to follow him out of the closing iron doors. Once the doors shut, the room lit up with a few magical candles, but not enough to make out clear details. Yet laying in the middle of the floor, it was Warren! He looked like hell. Johnny called out to him, and eventually Warren (or I) responded. I told Johnny that the wizard’s ropes had this room had been hexed to move on their own.
At this point, Johnny (out of game) asked if Philip could describe the room and the layout again. I was not sure if he was confused, or if he was working a plan of escape. Almost too perfectly in his timing and reaction, Philip asked Johnny and me to find a spot on the floor behind the couch. Johnny stood and so did I (reluctantly, knowing Philip). “You are here,” Philip pointed to where Johnny was, “and Warren would be there.” He pointed to a spot on the opposite end of the couch. “Now Johnny, you are stuck to the floor on your elbows and knees. Go ahead, do it.” Johnny had a small moment of hesitation, but went along with it. “And Warren is bound in a different position. Warren, since you said the wizard’s ropes had been working you over, what position does Johnny find you in?” Instincts kick in and, I reply ‘hogtie’. Philip tells me to lay on my stomach and pretend to be hogtied. Once we are both in position, Philip goes to his room. Oh no. Please tell me he’s not going to break out the toys in front of Adam and Johnny. A minute later, Philip brings out a handful of black strips. But instead of leather strips or zip ties, these appear to be Velcro strips. Sure enough, Philip begins by removing the plastic from the adhesive of both sides and separating the Velcro. For Johnny, he places one of each strip half around his wrists and ankles. The other halves go underneath and are stuck to the carpet. Philip moves to me and wraps a rough half around my left wrist and right ankle, and a soft half for my right wrist and my left ankle. The adhesive itself is not very strong, and it doesn’t even pull my hair that much. The Velcro is moderately strong, but can be separated with a decent tug.
“Now then,” Philip said, “let’s continue”.