The Bonds of Friendship

Postby Scottstud94 » Sat Mar 05, 2011 5:58 pm

Alright, so after looking back on the TUGs Ive had over my life Ive realized my memory is beginning to fade, so I will tell some of them in story form. Throughout these re-tellings I am mostly the same physically, Brown hair, 5 foot 5, 130 pounds.

Story #1
At the time I was 14, and like many of my TUGs it started with me inviting a friend over. I decided to have my friend Aaron over. Aaron was short for his age, his hair was blonde, fairly thin as he was involved in soccer and baseball. He entered through my basement door wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and he kicked off his shoes to reveal white no brand ankle socks. I greeted him in a t-shirt, underarmour athletic shorts, and black Adidas ankle socks.

It was mid-summer 2008 so it was warm outside, but it was rainy and dreary so throughout the night we stayed inside. Around 11 we wounded down video games and began to watch a movie. It was then an idea sprung into my head.

"Hey, Aaron, remember that game we played?" I asked, we had previously had an escape contest a month before.

"Uhhh... which one?" he replied.

"The escape one, you know with the ropes." I mentioned.

"Oh yeh, what about it?" He asked.

"Want to do it again? Loser gets tied to a chair all night."

"Deal!" He said, "Your going down."

TBC

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby Scottstud94 » Sat Mar 05, 2011 8:55 pm

I pulled out the supplies I always kept in store in case an event like this came up: One thick 40 foot long rope, one small 20 foot long rope, silver-grey duct tape, some shoestrings, and electric tape.

"Alright," I said as I tossed him the ropes and tape. " Your turn in round 1."

He thought long and hard over how he was going to tie me. He knew I was a great escaper and he didn't want to be tied all night. He brought over a chair, and told me to sit down. I had put on some black Nike crew socks to keep tape off my skin if it was used.

Aaron tied my hands behind my back using the 20 foot rope. It was obvious he was a beginner at tying but he was smart about his work. Once he finished tying my hands he used two shoelaces and tied my feet to seperate legs of the chair. I tried to kick my socked feet or slip them out but to no avail. He then proceeded to wrap the 40 foot rope all the way around my torso and arms.

Once he knotted that off, he pulled out the timer on his iPod. I realized I was not gagged nor blindfold to my surprise, I thought when I tie him that'll be the first thing I do.

He started the timer and I struggled and wriggled in my bonds a bit before slipping a hand out, by then it was all over. Using my hand I quickly released myself in under 2 minutes so I was doing well.

"Man you forgot to put socks on my hands, gag me, and blindfold me." I said

"Wow, aight guess it's your turn." Aaron said.

I went to work tying him. First I taped to socks over his hands to ensure he wouldn't pick at my knots. Pulling out the 20 foot rope, I crossed his wrists and soon had his hands secured behind his back. It was only the first round so I went easy on him. I wrapped some duct tape over the jeans around his ankles to hold his feet together. Soon he had tape over his eyes and a piece of tape over his mouth.

"Wait...." I said, and I pulled a sock from my drawer and pulled off the tape. I jammed the sock in his unsuspecting mouth and put a piece of duct tape over his mouth to keep it in.

"Ready, Set, Go!" I said, he was impressively quick against my mediocre lazily tied bonds, he yanked one hand free, sock going with it. He was speedy at untying himself matching my earlier score nearly.

"Was the sock really necessary?" he asked semi surprised.

"Not really."

We took a quick break and soon he was itching to tie me up, he pulled out the chair again and this time put it in the Living Room.

"Woah what are you doing?" I asked him.

"Putting the chair out here so you can watch tv." he said.

"No, let's just do it in my room. What if my mom or sister sees? That'd look weird." I said.

"Then we'd say try to get out of this!" He answered jokingly.

"I just don't want one of them to get suspicious." I admitted.

"Suspicious of what?" He asked.

I grimmaced at my mistake. Aaron was a conversational wizard and once I said that I was done. I hadn't told anyone before about my secret, my little fetish. I could barely describe it, but he got the picture. All I hoped was he wouldn't tell anybody, which I made sure of then we dropped it.

"Alright we can do it in here," and he pulled out the rope... In the back of my mind I wondered what had I done?

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby hafnermg » Sun Mar 06, 2011 1:40 am

ok i am officially hooked. ogg want more now!!!

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby samstud95 » Sun Mar 06, 2011 7:14 pm

Yeh dude keep going!! Great story so far!!!!!

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby Scottstud94 » Sun Mar 06, 2011 9:34 pm

Inside the comforts of my room, Aaron sat thinking. I wasn't sure what about, my mind drifting in deep thought, eyes scanning the sports memorobilia around my room. My mind wasn't on sports though. I had just relenquished a secret I held dear to me for years, and I didn't even trust Aaron that much.

"Okay, lay down on your stomach," Aaron told me as he pointed to my bunkbed, "hands behind your back."

I did as I was told and allowed Aaron to tie my hands. He crossed my hands and used the 20 foot rope to secure my hands tightly behind me, everytime he lashed my hands together he pulled the rope taut... Very taut. I couldn't imagine what he was thinking, I mean he just learned his friend got turned on by this, and he continued to tie me?

He finished up tying my hands, "Alright, open up," he told me as he pulled his sock off.

"Nooo... Mmpppphhh!" I shouted as he shoved his sock in my mouth and grabbed the black soccer sock I used to blindfold him and cleave-gagged me. I couldn't push the sock out as he double knotted the sock behind my head. He tossed his other white ankle sock aside. He used a shoestring to tie my ankles together, then lashed my ankles to my previously bound hands effectively hog-tying me.

"Alright, go!" He said. I began to work at my knots that bound me, my eyes gazing what Aaron was doing, wondering what he was thinking.

"So like how long have you had this, a long time?" He asked as he pulled off his jeans to reveal athletic shorts underneath. I nodded, then quickly managed to push Aarons sock out of my mouth, pushing the cleavegag down.

"Yeh, long as I can remember, just don't tell anyone ok?" I readded.

"Ok, I don't have any reason too." He said. This response worried me, but not as much as it would in the future. "Can I borrow some socks?" Aaron added.

"Uhhh, sure, just borrow one of the long pair I don't wear as much."

"I kinda like ankle socks more." He said.

"Oh, alright, just grab a pair of those." I responded, and he found a pair of white Hanes socks and threw them on.

I managed to use my hand to untie the knot binding one of my hands and managed to get free. After untying
all of the knots binding my feet, I had escaped.

"4:48, not bad." He told me.

"Ok, stand in the closet." I commanded.

My closet was small but fairly empty, a metal pole ran sideways 6 feet overhead that was used to hang clothes. I threw him some crew socks, and he put them over his hands. I tied his hands over his head and tied them tightly to the poll overhead. It was simple yet brilliant.

"Shoot, I knew you were gonna do that." He said, and I couldn't help but notice the worry. What did he think of me now. I blindfolded him with a sock to add to the tie then told he to go.

He quickly pushed the blindfold down, and we conversed as he struggled to untie the knots using his hands, getting a mouthful of sock and rope everytime. I tried to figure out what he was thinking to no avail. He took the max time of 15 minutes so I led by 9 minutes, but he did untie himself.

"Alright, I'm not getting tied all night." he claimed, so he told me to get into the closet. Soon I found myself tied as he was only worse. The socks on my hands were taped down to my arm, the rope binding my hands was tight and the knots covered in tape. I was nearly suspended upside down in mid-air. My feet tied to the pole above me, arms tied to my sides, and my head was touching the floor but barely.

My mouth had a sock stuffed in it and tape was wrapped around my head. Eyes weren't blindfolded by a sock, but were taped shut, then a sock tied over.

I realized he really wanted to win but I couldn't tell if he was going to do something while I was nearly suspended. He either thought I was crazy and just playing along, worried what might happen if he were bound all night, or seriously wanting to win, not thinking I was crazy. I could feel the cool midnight Illinois air creeping through the window.

"Go!" He said... My questions would not be questions much longer, but answers.

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Mar 06, 2011 9:51 pm

I hav a few questions to which I soon hope to see the answers too. :D Hoped it worked out for you.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Gone!

Postby MattyH » Mon Mar 07, 2011 12:30 pm

Gone!
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Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby Scottstud94 » Mon Mar 07, 2011 6:22 pm

Well I hope I answer them :)

Needless to say I was in a tricky situation. I wriggled upside down, blood rushing to my head as I like upside down like a sleeping bat. With my eyes taped shut, I had no idea what Aaron was doing. Taking a picture? Leaving? I knew I had to calm down, it was Aaron he would understand.

"Mmmpphhh!" I muffled under my gag.

"You forfeit?" Aaron asked.

I shook my head, glad I got a response, as I heard my Xbox being played on the tv.

"Alright then quit yelling or I put another sock in your mouth." He retorted.

I worked agressively, pulling on my socked hands to rip them out of my bonds. Success, I pulled one arm free and the rope slackened and the other arm came with it.

Using my hands I pulled the sock off my eyes but soon realized with socks taped to my hands the duct tape would be near impossible to rip off.

Upside down, I heard the words 5 minutes left and struggled even more. I couldn't bite the tape off my forearms that held the socks over my hands because my mouth was taped shut, ankle sock jammed inside. Nor could I rip the tape off my eyes or mouth because of the socks on my hands. I was stuck.

I hung but kept looking for the end finally grabbing the end of the tape and somehow pulling it from my face. I spat out the sock, and began to gnaw at the tape on my wrists still hold... "Times up!" Aaron shouted, shoot max time.

Now what would he do? I was relieved as he released my feet and my body collapsed on the carpeted floor.
He pulled the tape off my eyes.

"Nice one..." I said.

"Yeh, so your winning by about 4 minutes?"

"Yup, If I get out in less than 4 minutes, your getting tied up all night, so you wanna get tied first or tie me again?"

"Uhh... You can tie me next after a break." Aaron said.

After a 30 minute food break it was 12:00, the house was quiet upstairs, the crickets chirped outside, along
with the frogs and other animals that roamed the countryside.

"Alright... put these on, I said as I threw him my Red Adidas Soccer socks and the black pair of Nike soccer socks we had blindfolded eachother with. (I have a ton of socks if you haven't noticed). "Pull them up all the way on your arms and legs.

"Why?" He asked inquisitively.

I held up the duct tape and a roll of saran wrap I found. "You ain't getting out!" By that time I had almost forgotten I had told him I enjoyed this kinda stuff... Looking back I can't imagine what he was thinking. Good
thoughts? Bad thoughts? He seemed like he was having a good time.

He pulled the black soccer socks up over his arms, they went up to his shoulder where the t-shirt arm sleeve stopped... Perfect! He had the red soccer socks also pulled up all the way. They went over his knees, also perfect, not much skin showing.

He looked slightly nervous as he sat on my bed and held his red socked feet out for me to tape them together. I wrapped from his ankles to his knees in duct tape. I was running low on duct tape, so after taping his feet I had him stay still to which hr complied, eyes engorged in the movie I am Legend (Love that movie.)

I returned with a fat roll of black electric tape, very stretchy, and I wrapped his hands to his sides several times. I had him stand and wrapped him neck to toe in Saran wrap. Then wrapped some rope around the clingwrap to secure him. I decided to lay off the gags, but I did tape his eyes shut.

"Ready go!" I said.

He squirmed in an effort to quickly escape. I glanced back and forth between Will Smith trying to save his
dog, and my friend wrapped up, squirming on the carpeted floor. I playfully tickled his feet to which he squirmed even more.

"Ha knock... Haha it ha out!" Aaron said.

"Alright, 2 minutes left." I said.

With 1 minute left he ripped out of the Saran wrap but as soon as he was free, time had expired.

"Looks like ya lose!" I said.., then fessed up... "You don't have to be tied all night if ya don't want."

"Its alright," Aaron said as he pulled the remaining tape from his ankles. "Im kinda tired anyway," he mentioned as he pulled off the black soccer socks over his hands.

"You aren't taping my feet before I sleep right?" He asked.

"Im going to tie them but not with tape, just rope." I said.

"So I can take these off?" Aaron said pointing to the red socks.

"Yeh."

In an hour after some video games, we went to bed. I had bound his hands in front of him with rope, and tied his bare feet together also with rope. It was interesting seeing my friend I had just told something to so near to me, sleeping like that. Hands up by his face as he slept on them.

Maybe my mistake wouldn't turn out to be so bad.... Maybe I had found a new TUG buddy?

End of retelling #1, will give epilogue to this story at the beginning of my next retelling on this page.

Gone!

Postby MattyH » Mon Mar 07, 2011 6:33 pm

Gone!
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Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Mar 07, 2011 10:48 pm

Finding a new TUGs friend was always among my favorite adolescent memories. :D
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby Scottstud94 » Tue Mar 08, 2011 1:40 pm

Jason Toddman wrote:Finding a new TUGs friend was always among my favorite adolescent memories. :D


Unfortunately that was not the case here, we slowly moved apart as friends.

Story #2: Unbrotherly love

Many of my TUGS are pre-planned by me, and I am prepared for them. This one was not the case however. This is one I remember quite vividly.

Fall 2007, I was 13. My parents elected to go away for the weekend with my sister, telling me and my 17 year old brother the house was ours, and my brother Jason was to look after me. With very clear rules, no friends over, house stayed clean.

On Friday afternoon as the car left the driveway, we waved them off and my brother shut the door. He towered above me, 5'9, black hair, sideburns rolling down his cheeks. He wasn't quite a troublemaker but he wasn't an angel.

"Well bro," I said, "house is ours!" He ignored me and stormed back to his room unapologetically... How rude I thought.

Around 7, I had heard quite a bit of noise coming from Jasons room. I walked to his room and heard the sounds of crazy teenagers inside, rocking out to Guitar Hero.

"Hey Jase!" I yelled, "Since you got peeps over, Im inviting Derek over!"

"Uhhh, how bout no?" He responded.

"Well than Im telling Mom!" I yelled back.

"OOOHHHHHHHH!!!" A mixture of sarcastic and serious voices yelled. His door opened revealing a room filled with car and rock n roll posters.

"Haha what?" Jason said.

"Well if I can't have anyone over nobody can."

Jason sneered, and told his friend Jeremy to come by him. They exited the room telling his other friends they'd be right back. Jeremy stood as tall as Jason did, his blond hair and toned muscles were the only difference.

"Alright, I see, let's negotiate downstairs, I need to get some laundry anyway." He said. I foolishly went along, ignoring them whispering in front of me. When we got downstairs, I was told to wait in the Utility room, filled with storage stuff, some tools, and the water heater. The door could be unlocked from the inside so I didn't feel threatened of being locked in.

I waited and finally I saw the two come into the door. Jason and Jeremy each holding a roll of duct tape.

"So ya wanna tell Mom huh? Well maybe you want to change your mind?" Jason said as he stretched the tape out making that wonderful ripping noise.

I saw a wonderful oppurtunity in this, but I didn't think my brother would seriously tape me even though it had occured before. I attempted to run past the two but I was quickly caught and taken down to the cement floor. Jeremy in his jeans, green sweatshirt with a shamrock on it and white ankle socks, went to work taping my arms behind me. My brother in his Guns N Roses T-Shirt, jeans, and bare feet firstly put a piece of tape over my mouth, and wrapped my feet in duct tape.

After binding me the two high-fived standing over my bound body. My jeans had duct tape wrapped all the way around them securing my feet together, and hands were taped together behind me.

I licked the tape off my mouth, surprised I was actually taped. I took advantage of this situation.

"Youll never get away with th... Mmppphhh....," a hand covered my mouth.

"Dude this kid won't shut up!" Jeremy said. "Wanted me to put a sock in his mouth?"

"Nah," my brother said, "but if he keeps it up maybe." He added and added a few more strips. I was lifted and tossed into a dog kennel down at the foot of the stairs. My brother told Jeremy to go on he'd be up in a minute, then found a combination lock in the storage room and returned to the kennel where I was attempting to open the cage.

I watched as he put the combination lock through the bars and clicked it shut, locking the cage door shut.

"Thats what ya get for not listening bro." He said patting the cage, " Ill check on ya later, enjoy the party," he said. I groaned struggling in awe of what my brother had cruely done yet enjoyed it at the same time.

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Mar 08, 2011 2:09 pm

Scottstud94 wrote:
Jason Toddman wrote:Finding a new TUGs friend was always among my favorite adolescent memories. :D


Unfortunately that was not the case here, we slowly moved apart as friends.


I can relate to that as well. I eventually drifted away from my friends as well, or they me, as we moved on with our own lives - usually though only after they or I left high school. I still maintained touch wth some of my friends even while I was in cllege though, since I was frequently home. I was in my 20s and entering the military before the drifting apart became too great and irreversble.
Beginning of a nice new story here too. Dog kennel, huh? That brings back some memories too... oh yes indeed it does! :D
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Mar 09, 2011 12:35 pm

Thanks, and haha yes it was quite the experiance

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby fratboydanny » Thu Mar 10, 2011 6:05 am

thanks for sharing these memories. it is fun to read them. i love all the attention on socks...xd

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby Scottstud94 » Thu Mar 10, 2011 2:07 pm

fratboydanny wrote:thanks for sharing these memories. it is fun to read them. i love all the attention on socks...xd


Your welcome, I will share more tonight. And what can I say, it's good to be detailed!

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby Scottstud94 » Thu Mar 10, 2011 5:23 pm

I lay in the small cage enjoying myself, I sat up and leaned against the back of the cage, knowing even if I wasn't tied up I wouldn't guess the combination to the lock in months! So I just sat back in the small cage having fun being duct taped.

Soon I heard the the pounding of feet coming down the stairs, and Jason appeared before me looking down at me like a pet that I practically was.

"Ok bro, you change your mind about telling Mom?" I shook my head no and kicked trying to get out.

"Alright, looks like me, Jeremy, Alec, and Steve are gonna have some fun with you tonight." He smiled before telling me, "Alec went to the store to get some supplies, so you gonna rat me out?"

I shrugged, and he looked at me questionably, "Well most people would want to get tied up, but alright let's negotiate. You let us tie you up, and don't tell Mom anyone came over, and you can have your little friend over."

I shook my head in agreement. "Alright, sounds good." Soon I heard a car in our driveway and again the pounding of feet thudding down the stairs. This time there were 4, and Jeremy had a roll of duct tape in his hand, my brother a roll of Saran wrap.

I was taken from my cage and didn't even struggle as I was bound ankle to shoulder in duct tape and saran wrap. The boys laughed the entire time as they continued to wrap and wrap until all the Saran wrap was gone and little tape remained. My feet had even been included in the mummification. My mouth a sock stuffed in and tape over my mouth covering from my chin to my nose.

Soon the boys bored of me hopping around like a mummy. My brother came back to me on the couch pulling the tape from my mouth.

"Back to the cage, but I can't gag you overnight so just keep quiet alright?"

I agreed crawling back to my cage, lock latched but it was sort of escapable if I had too. Enjoying my little cacoon for the night.

End of story 2.

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby samstud95 » Thu Mar 10, 2011 7:29 pm

Yeh i ain't been wrapped up like that before but seems like it mite be kinda fun! I don't know about spending the nite in a dig cage though!!!! Please keep writing your stories are great!!!!

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Mar 10, 2011 10:09 pm

I'd spent a few nights in dog cages at the kennel Ron's family owned when I was a teenager. Perversely, I enjoyed it... but I think it helped that I liked Ron and his brothers a lot in the first place.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby Scottstud94 » Thu Mar 17, 2011 5:59 pm

To be honest this one is sort of short, but I will go into heavy detail to make up. It again involves my blond haired, short friend named Aaron.

What can I say? 8th grade history class is... Ok boring. While the teacher rambled on about Mesopatamia, I felt like time was going slower than the aging process of a Galapagos Turtle. However one day something interesting happened in that class.

We were divided into different groups representing different countries. I was in a group with Aaron from my previous stories, Jake, Tyler, and Jim. Now each group was handed a different colored roll of duct tape for a specific country. We got the orange duct tape for the country if Bangladesh. The objective was to put a piece of the tape onto the resources our country needed, which for Bangladesh was essentially all of them.

Our group asked the teacher, Mr. Parker if we could talk about it in the back room before making our decision. We entered and turned on the light, shutting the door behind us. The room had blue carpet and white brick walls, and was 8 by 10 with a table and some drawers. We joked around for a while until I saw the medium sized, brown haired, Tyler hold the roll of orange tape to Aaron's mouth.

Aaron in his Tennis shoes, white ankle socks, jeans, and blue t-shirt jokingly went down to the ground holding his small hands together and feet together as if wanting to be tied up. Tyler went along with it and I watched as he wrapped the orange tape around his ankles to up around his shins with several wraps. Meanwhile Jim and Jake managed to hold Aarons hands together in front of him as the smaller 8th grader playfully struggle.

Tyler then wrapped the tape around his wrists a number of times as Aaron weakened his struggles. Me and the guys just laughed as Tyler put a small piece of tape over Aarons mouth. Aaron got up and hopped around a bit pulling the tape off his mouth. Then the door swung open and it was the greying haired older Mr. Parker.

"You boys ready for the.... wow I shouldve known. Boys untie him and get on with the presentation." He said.

He shut the door behind him. We went to work untying him jokingly as we realized he couldn't escape. We laughed as Aaron hopped out of the room still bound in the tape.

"Mr. Parker, I need scissors."

The whole class laugh as Mr. Parker shook his head and gave me the scissors to cut him loose. Which I did. What amazes me still is how cool Mr. Parker was about it.

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Mar 17, 2011 8:57 pm

Scottstud94 wrote:What amazes me still is how cool Mr. Parker was about it.

Maybe he was a secret former Tugger in his own youth. :D
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The Bonds of Friendship

Postby sarwrductan » Mon May 16, 2011 11:38 am

Man I don't know which I enjoyed more here....the stories or the comments. Yeah...a cool teacher like that is great!..Did he have a son perhaps he caught playing one time ? I wonder.
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble