A Sleepover TUG Experience - Part 2
Disclaimer: As previously mentioned, all people and places are real but the actual TUG is not.
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"I might as well get on with it, then." Chris said. He looked inside the box. There was;
A ball gag;
A bit gag;
Some socks (for a gag);
Blue duct tape;
Green duct tape;
Black duct tape;
Blue rope;
Green rope;
Black rope;
Two pairs of handcuffs;
Two pairs of legcuffs;
Two blindfolds.
"Okay..." Chris said. "Right." He pulled out of the grey box a blindfold and wrapped it around my head. I was blinded and couldn't see Chris. Then out of the box I heard a rustle and the next thing I knew he was pulling a ball gag around my mouth and securing it. Then I heard him run downstairs and get my trainers (sneakers). He put them on my feet and then lay me face down on the floor. I struggled against my gag but couldn't make out anything comprehensible. He then pulled my legs together and tightly wrapped the green rope around my legs. I tried to kick them out but they were stuck together. Then he got some more and wrapped it around my wrists then lower arms and back down again. He was very good for somebody who had never done it before. Then he pulled them together and started securing them together putting me into a rather effective hogtie. Normally these were just for fun and the person tied up would always escape. But today that might not happen.
I was lying on the floor in my polo shirt, shorts, trainers and socks struggling against my bonds. I rolled around but couldn't get anywhere. I was very stuck.
"Enjoying that, are you?" Chris smirked.
"Mmmmmph! Mmmmph!" I protested but I was actually secretly deriving some sort of weird pleasure from this.
"Well, I never said I wouldn't do something to you!"
"Mmmmmmmph!!!" This was never part of the deal!
And then he was carrying me, carrying me down the stairs. I tried everything - thrashing, trying to shout, trying to wiggle out - but no, I was hopeless. I heard the garage door open and shut. I suddenly felt cold. I knew what he was going to do to me next...
"You're going to spend the night in here. See you later. If ever." And he walked away and shut the garage door. Just as if I wasn't helpless enough, he locked the door.
My garage didn't have any cars in it. It just had a load of...rubbish. Not the stinky type of rubbish, but just useless junk we had. I seemed to be lying on a canopy thing with a texture similar to a tent which would normally have been comfortable enough, but not so much right now.
It took a while, obviously, but I eventually fell asleep, still tightly hogtied up.
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I was awoken next morning by a noise. I tried to look over at (presumably) Chris but remembered I had a blindfold on. He closed the door again.
"I might need to untie you now." Chris laughed. Then he came closer and untied me. I took off my blindfold and gag. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust and my jaw to work properly.
"I think it's my turn to tie you up next time." I said.
"Yeah..." Chris said but his face told me he was thinking about something else.
"What?"
"The box...where did you get that from?"
"Oh, you thought this was my first time?" I smiled. "Oh no. I've done this before."
And Chris just grinned.
THE END
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Hope you enjoyed the story. Excuse my writing technique - I'm only 12 years old (at least my spelling is fairly good). I do real TUGs but I prefer writing fictional ones when I want. I know there is a section for this but since you read this do you want more? And if so do you have any ideas? All feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks,
Owen

P.S. Can anybody be my friend? I'm new here and want to start to get to know some people on here.
