## The Friend who betrayed me

Post by Jay Feely » Tue Jan 17, 2012 1:01 pm

I was cruising in my car looking for something to do when I turned 18 years old and it was supposed to be a cool birthday for me, but it would turn out to be the opposite. I parked in my friendâ€™s house driveway because I was going to meet him for dinner and I was in charge of picking him up so we could have a little adventure between us. He was 19 years old and was like the most attractive guy in my school because he not only had a six pack, but his entire body was cared for properly. His hands was manicured with a buffing and his feet was not smelly or anything else of the sort. I was dressed in my t-shirt, basketball shorts, and I was barefoot. I stepped out my car, but I was not aware of my surroundings and it would cost me. A hand was put over my mouth and then another person injected me with some kind of liquid on my arm. I struggled to escape, but it was pointless because I soon felt the effects of the drug. My entire group of muscles went dead and I was drifting into unconscious. When I awoke from my slumber, I found myself stripped naked and I was tightly restrained to a bed. The walls of the room were soundproofed and I was crying because I did not know who had captured me and why they did so. I was used to being the bravest kid of all my classmates in high school, but I contradicted myself on this day. There was no one near me and I wondered if I was kidnapped and being held as ransom, or if my friends was playing a scary prank on me. Then, my question was answered when my friend came into the room and told me that I was selected to be his latest victim of his kink games. I had remembered him telling me that he loved to randomly kidnap a friend of his and then put them in his kind of torture.
Now, I knew why he invited me to his house. This was all part of his game and since I was the birthday kid, he was going to have fun with me, and I was checkmated. He pulled out a box from his closet and removed an object from it and showed it to me. It was a set of quail pens with different colors on it symbolizing a ritual that will be done on me. I could not see my entire body, but I felt things like circles and dragons being drawn on me. The entire process took approximately 15 minutes and I was tickled by it so I laughed as each stroke was used on my arms, legs, chest, stomach, and face. There was no escaping it. Then, I felt rope being wrapped around each my toes individually making it not possible for me to flex them. At first, I thought it was because he was going to continue tickling me because of the quail pen drawings on my body, and what he did surprised me. He wasted a entire container of honey and caramel when he poured it all over my body putting me in a sticky trap. When he did this, I told him that he went too far and that he needed to stop because I was also thinking of his stuff being damaged and was attempting to be a good friend to him, but then he said the words that no submissive would like to hear. His bed was disposable since he invented the new product in case people like me were captured. He found me attractive because I was skinny and had no muscles or facial hair. Also, he turned on his kinky lifestyle by putting items on my feet, chest, and stomach like pennies, strawberries, and paper. Due to the excess number of honey on my body, he was going to expose me to a romantic side o his tortures. I did not know that he was gay and I was straight. He was hiding secrets from me and I did not like them. When he revealed this to me, I just wanted to ditch him as my friend when he was finished with me.
He then untied me and I fought with my life to escape from this mess. My friendly relationship with him was over so I lunged at him with my body, and barely managed to get him on his floor as I pinned his arms behind his back and called his parents and put it on speaker so he can hear me expressing my disapproval of the way he was treating me, but he then wrapped his legs around my legs and slammed me down. I did not anticipate that he was on the high school wrestling team and that he was stronger. He kicked me in the balls, and I brawled down in pain. He then body slammed me and I was pinned on my stomach. He then grabbed my legs and dragged me down the hall to his attic entrance. I did not wanted to go up there considering that I was already exposed to his dark reality so I rolled into a ball to prevent him from getting me up there when he released my legs and being flexible, it was not difficult for me to do that and I rolled down the hallway as he was chasing me. He kicked me in the butt that released me from my ball position and I was laying on the ground in spread-eagle style. My ex-friend then pinned my face down with his butt as he sat on me. He was not letting up and it was now beginning to feel like he would do anything to keep me as my hostage. Six hours passed before he finally threw me out in the front yard.
I was determined to get my revenge, but that is another story in the making.
The End
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

### Re: The Friend who betrayed me

Post by sarumansauron » Tue Jan 17, 2012 9:29 pm

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

### Re: The Friend who betrayed me

Post by Jay Feely » Wed Jan 18, 2012 1:37 pm

My ex-friend shocked me the last time we had met because he took advantage of my security, and had poured honey and caramel all over my body, had wrestled me down and sat on my face, and then had drawn pictures on my body prior to all of this, so naturally, I wanted my revenge so I staked out his new home in the heart of the city where the previous incident took place. He was going to pay dearly for his mistake and I was going to let him endure what I had to deal with earlier. I hid behind the bushes until it was almost dark. He pulled into his driveway and entered his home. He normally lays on his couch and plops his feet up and then he flicks on the television and wastes time watching crime shows so I sneaked into his home using a window and I wore slippers in order to make sure my entrance would not be heard. I carefully sneaked down and only moved on my hands and feet until I reached his couch that he was sitting on. I rose my body up and grabbed his ankles. He turned around and saw me and immediately got free of my grip when he kicked and thrashed about and I fell down with a jolt in my body. He came after me and used his legs to pin my chest. I was feeling like it would be the end of me if I did not respond to his skills at wrestling. I flipped over and his legs fell off my chest very easily. He then grabbed my wrists and pulled them up high so I reacted by kicking him square in the nuts and he fell down on his carpet floor brawling in pain as he said I was being cheap. He surrendered to me when he raised his hands in the air. I did not take him very seriously knowing full well that it could be a trick so I moved slowly towards him in case he attempted something. But, he did not resist when I pulled his wrists behind his back and making sure his palms faced up and was close together. I used my dadâ€™s police handcuffs and it would create an extra challenge provided that he wanted to escape. Next, I restrained his feet with a belt I had borrowed from a friend for this moment.
Part 2:
I called my friend and requested him to come and help me torture my captive and I got an affirmative response. Before he arrived, I finished tying up my ex-friend by using another rope to bind his wrists to his ankles. Since he bound my toes in our 1st meeting, I did the same to his toes. Next, I sucked on his toes with furious nature and he did not respond except to say, â€œWhen I get out of hereâ€, but I cut him off mid-sentence because I was tired of him messing with me. After sucking his toes, and hearing my friend moan with dissatisfaction because he did not want his feet to be wet. That gave me an idea on how to proceed further on my torture by licking his feet making sure not to miss a square inch and when I found his most sensitive areas, he was cursing at me and telling me that he would haunt me down and put me at my place. At these exact words, the doorbell rang, and standing in front of the door was my friend whom I had called earlier. I was going to show my friend my rope work and he was going to be proud of me because the same bully had worked on him as well, but when we entered the room, we both gasped when my captive was standing up. The items I had used to restrain him was on the floor. This was not going to be good for us as he was the strongest boy in my school and whenever someone got their revenge, he would fight back twice as powerful and this day was no different.
He tackled me and wrenched me around in the presence of my friend and my newest friend was seeing me in a vulnerable position that he was not exposed to in the past. He just sat there and watched the bully torment me. My ex-friend hurled me and I crashed into a tower of bottles and was pinned down under the weight. I was unable to shift my legs. I could only hear as my friend was given a similar treatment except he was bound to a chair with his wrists behind his back, and legs restrained to the legs of the chair. For me, however, it was a different kind of story. He bound my legs with a coil of rope and then lifted my hands up to a metal bar and tied it to it. Finally, he told me, â€œThis is what happens to people who break into my house and puts me under their controlâ€.
Part 3
He put nipple clamps on my friend as I could hear him screaming in the background. Then, he used a sharpie to write â€œIâ€™m a slaveâ€ before he returned his attention to me. He removed all the bottles that had fallen on me, and my body was exposed. He was determined to put me through hell again like he did last time. He coated my feet with a weird substance that I could not identify. I soon discover that it was melted chocolate and I did not know why he would smear it on my feet. He then proceeded to put it all over my body until even my face was covered with the chocolate. Then, he used a hose and put on the full power and blasted my entire body with it to wash off the chocolate and I was feeling a sensation unlike any other because it was only water but it was combined with being hit directly making it very uncomfortable for me. When the jet stream hit my eyes, it made it harder for me to see due to after effects. Then, he picked me up and straightened me out so I had a direct line of sight to my partner. My ex-friend walked over and slapped my friend hard in his checks. He endured 10-15 slaps and he cried like a baby and that is where I drew the line.
I wanted to get myself free so I can save my friend, but for now, it was not possible. My hands could not be undone easily since the bar made it difficult for me to move them. My ex-friend swiftly came back to me and pinched my nipples and the slight pain was enough for me to shed a tear. He claimed that he would never let me leave again. After he said that, I was questioning my plan to infiltrate his home because he crushed me before and I now it was starting to dawn on me that it was foolish to attempt to outsmart him. If only I had stayed home and not acted on him. If I had not called my friend, he would not have been captured. My heart sank lower when my ex-friend called my parents and explained that I would be spending the night at his home and that I would not be calling them because of that, and to my awe, they believed him.
Part 4- Conclusion
My ex-friend slowly walked up to my friend and shaved off his arm and leg hair and the sound of the razor took my friend by storm as he lost any chances of dating any girls which made him madder then he was before. He uttered the 1st ever curse word I ever heard from him and my ex-friend said, â€œThis is only going to make you guys stay here even longerâ€. He dashed to me, and shaved my arm and leg hair, but he also removed my hair and underarm pubic hair. I knew he was treating me worse than my friend because my friend did not break into his house. My ex-friend wrapped tape around my toes and fingers and then used his ruler from his school to beat my feet, but it was not enough to cause bruises, welts, or cuts. He did it softly, but it was still painful.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside that startled him to see what is up. As he opened the door, my best friend rushed him because he was strolling around in the neighborhood when he noticed that my shoes was outside the house, and the window is open, so he assumed that I was seeking revenge against my bully, so he hid in front yard and heard us screaming and indicating to him that we are not having fun. My ex-friend moved to him and used his wrists to wrap it around his waist, but my best friend was able to throw him off him and my bully fell on his stomach. My best friend bound his wrists and ankles and hogtied him. Then, he released us, and we got into our vehicles and escaped. Now, it was clear that my best friend could be a target of my ex-friend and it would be a disaster if he is captured.
The End
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

### Re: The Friend who betrayed me

Post by sarumansauron » Fri Jan 20, 2012 3:09 pm

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