The TUG Gone Wrong

Postby tie d » Sat May 23, 2009 2:26 am

The somewhat contrived sequel to "New Guy in the Cellar."

A TUG Gone Wrong

Overall, things worked out fairly well for Michael following his adventure in the cellar. Despite the abuse he received that day, he ended up with the girl and a new-found curiosity for tie-up games. Though Sarah's passion for bondage was nearly unquenchable, requiring him to spend considerable time in restraints, he didn't really mind. The payoff was obvious!

Unfortunately, Alex, Steve, and Chris didn't see things in quite the same way. They were annoyed by Michael and they became increasingly frustrated with Sarah. Michael's addition to the mix had changed the dynamics of the group. In times past, the tie-ups were innocent, exciting, and fun. Everyone had an equal turn at being captor and captive. Innovation was the norm as the boys explored new ways to restrain and silence Sarah, and each other. Escape was an equal part of the fun and the competition to be best at both tying and escaping was fierce.

But now, everything was predictable. Recent TUG sessions consisted of Michael and Sarah unenthusiastically tying up one or two of the boys. After the few minutes it took to get free, the boys would be required to restrain Michael, mostly to Sarah's stated specifications. He would then be left, bound and gagged, alone with her. Rarely did the boys even get an opportunity to watch him struggle to get free! No more experimentation; no more fun. Put simply, Michael was just plain in the way. So, they plotted.

It was Saturday, and the three boys insisted on meeting at the old cemetery near Chris' house that evening. Afterwards, they would head over to Alex's and hang out in the "dungeon." His folks were away, and they would have the place all to themselves.

The cemetery was a great place for TUGers to go. It was dark and mysterious, and no one ever ventured there at night. Tie ups frequently occurred in the private gloom of that place with its many trees and sturdy fence posts that could be incorporated into creative and challenging tie ups and kidnap plots.

On this night, it was decided that Michael and Sarah would be the first victims. Of course, they protested the plan, but when the boys mentioned how Steve had scored some beer and had it stashed in the hedges behind the big mausoleum, the couple enthusiastically agreed.

It was a clear New England evening in early fall, with a slight chill in the air. Everyone arrived at the rendezvous point at more or less the same time, just as the sun's rays were disappearing behind the trees. The light of the almost full moon cast eerie shadows across the graveyard. It was the perfect setting for the evening's activities.

Michael was the last to arrive. He was wearing the usual; a white heavy mesh polo shirt, this one with thin black stripes, tattered denim jeans with holes in the knees, and black high-top Converse All Stars with white laces. Underneath his shirt he had on a black t-shirt, visible through his open collar. As he approached, he pulled his hands out of the pockets of his Levis jean jacket, repositioned his white ball cap backwards on his head and nervously eyed Sarah waiting for someone to speak.

As always, Sarah looked great! She had recently adopted Michael's style of dress and was wearing a light blue oversized polo shirt, hers over a white t-shirt. Her jeans, too, were ratty, as was her denim jacket. Tonight, she wore no ball cap, but had her blondish hair pulled back into a loose pony tail. White Converse with new red laces were on her feet.

Sarah spoke first. She asked about the beer, but Alex snapped that she would have to wait until she and Michael got free. "Just cool it sister. We've gotta take care of you two first. Besides, you'll need something to wet your whistle later? That gag's gonna be in there for a good long time, you know!"

Before Sarah could reply, Michael muttered indifferently, "Let's just do it, OK?" And, the game began.

The boys produced two rolls of sturdy, grey duct tape out of Steve's backpack. Immediately, Michael started to complain. He hated being tied with tape, never seeming to be able to escape its sticky grip. "Shut up, Mikey!" said Alex. "It's not up to you tonight."

The two victims were ordered to turn around and put their hands behind their backs, which they did.

As their crossed wrists were being taped together, Michael initiated his customary negotiation of the gag. "I'm not going to let you guys stuff rags in my mouth this time. It makes me choke. We never gag you guys like that!" Looking over at Sarah, he continued, "Couldn't you guys just tie bandanas over our mouths and forget about the rags or about gumming our faces up with tape?"

"Dude, shut up," Chris warned. "Yeh, we got bandanas, but I ain't trashin' 'em with your spit? That's what these rags are for." He pulled several strips of old bed sheet out of the backpack. "If you didn't whine so much we probably wouldn't gag you like that. It takes all we got to keep your ass quiet."

Threateningly, Steve interrupted. "When it's time to open your mouth, just freakin’ do it, OK? You're gettin the works tonight, buddy, one way or the other! And this time, you won't have your little Sarah to bail your sorry ass out!"

Michael sensed something malicious in the boy's manner, and began to worry. He well knew what these guys were capable of and how awful things could get, especially if he resisted. Sarah must have sensed the same.

"Michael, just shut up and don't piss them off. We agreed to let 'em tie us up however they want. Let's get going so we can get undone, drink some beer, and get over to Alex's!"

When the time came, they accepted their gags without a fuss. Standing in front, Alex steadied Michael's head with one hand and stuffed a wad of cloth into his open mouth with the other, eliciting a reflexive groan of discontent. From behind, Steve stretched the cleaving strip between Michael's teeth and pulled back forcefully, tying off the ends in a skillfully tight knot. Sarah was next, and received the same treatment.

As the reinforcing layers of tape were being wrapped around their faces, Michael looked over at Sarah who, as usual, appeared to be enjoying the experience. "That chick likes this shit way too much for my own good." he thought to himself.

Next, the captives were directed to kneel down on the ground to have their ankles taped together. Following the careful application of several layers, Chris delivered a playful kick to the small of each of their backs causing them, one by one, to fall helplessly forward onto their bellies. Steve and Alex finished off the binding in a tight and uncomfortable hogtie.

"Good job, guys. Can't wait to see 'em try to get out ‘a that." Alex chided.

Michael and Sarah lie in their bellies motionless for a while, considering their next move. They both recognized that escape would not be easy.

Suddenly, the teens were blinded by a beam of bright light from a vehicle racing toward them. It seemed to have come out of nowhere. Panicked, the three boys fled like a shot, leaving their helplessly bound and gagged companions behind.

Stunned, Michael and Sarah lie still and quiet as statues, staring at the light as it approached. Michael's mind raced. "Was it the police? Perhaps a rescuer believing the two to be victims of a kidnapping? Maybe it was some psycho drug dealer?" He didn't know what to do next.

The car stopped just short of the helplessly hogtied duo, positioned intentionally so that the teens were maximally illuminated. The light shone in their eyes making it nearly impossible to see anything. The doors opened. Heavy footsteps slowly approached. Michael and Sarah strained and squinted, trying to get a look at the trouble they were about to meet.

"What in the hell do we have here?" a male voice queried.

"Not sure, dude. Looks like a couple of kids got themselves in a little trouble." said the other. "But I'll tell you what. I'm not one to pass up on something this good. How often do you get ready-made hostages handed to you pre-bound and gagged? They're practically beggin’ to be taken?"

Yeh. I guess one way to look at it is that we're doin’ ‘em a favor, savin’ ‘em from whatever trouble they were getting’ in. You might say they owe us, right?"

The man kicked at Michael's hogtied legs as one might kick the tires of a used car. He continued, "If we could figure out who they belong to, we might just get a few bucks for 'em in return. And if not, we can just sell ‘em to someone who could use a couple of kids!"

"Kidnapped? Holy shit, I'm being kidnapped for ransom...for real!!" A sudden panic gripped Michael, but the boy remained quiet, paralyzed by fear.

Re: The TUG Gone Wrong

Postby tie d » Wed May 27, 2009 2:12 pm

Continued.

"Let's pick 'em up and put 'em in the car and get the Hell out-a here before someone sees us."

As the men bent down to retrieve their booty, Michael and Sarah began frantically fighting against their bonds and screaming into their gags. As well tied and gagged as they were, their struggles were in vain.

Grabbing hold of Michael and Sarah's bound arms and legs, the men hoisted them up like duffle bags and tossed them into the back of the car. Michael landed on his belly on the floor with a thud while Sarah fell on her side facing rearward on the seat.

Still franticly struggling and crying out for help, one of the men ordered the young hostages to stay quiet and be still. He gave each of them a firm whack on the legs to get their attention. “Shut up and be quiet, or else!” Michael and Sarah's screams fell off into soft muffled whimpers as the terrorized pair calmed.

The men drove for some time with no words spoken between them. A while later, Michael felt the car slow and make a turn onto what sounded like a gravel road. A short distance later, the car rolled to a halt and the driver spoke.

"Looks like whoever left these two were nice enough to also leave a bag full of supplies. There's enough stuff here to hogtie four or five more. Tape, rope, bandannas. Wha'da'ya say we use some ‘a this to blindfold 'em? We don't want'em to be able to finger us later."

"Let’s do it!" said the other.

Working from the front seat, squares of tape were prepared and applied individually to each of the hostage’s eyes. Then, a folded red bandanna was stretched above the bridge of each of their noses, pulled across their eyes, and secured tightly behind their heads. Once Michael's ball cap was straitened and his bindings checked, they were back on the move.

Soon the car slowed and turned sharply to the right and slowly up a steep hill. Michael could hear a mechanical garage door open, and the car drove in. As the garage door closed behind them, the motor stopped and the men got out. Michael tensed as he heard the rear car door open. He felt a tug on his arms and legs as his painful hogtie was suddenly released. He groaned a sigh of relief through his gag.

Michael was dragged out of the car, flung over one of his captor's shoulders, and carried inside what must have been a house. As he entered, he heard a faint muffled cry from behind him.

"Hawa, aw yoo O-hay?" he yelled. He was immediately threatened and told to shut up.

Michael could hear a door open, and felt himself being carried down some stairs that creaked beneath his captor's feet. “Wood,” he surmised. He smelled a stale musty odor and felt cool moist air stream across his skin. "A cellar!"

Michael was lowered to the floor and propped up against something sturdy and straight. He probed it with his fingers. "A concrete wall." He was soon joined by Sarah, who was positioned right next to him. She grunted as she repositioned herself closer to her companion, resting her head on Michael's shoulder.

During the transfer from the car to the cellar, Michael's jacket had fallen from his shoulders and lie in a heap around his bound wrists, exposing him to the damp chill. More from fear than the cold, he was shivering. Seeing that, one of the kidnappers bent down and fixed his jacket.

“Hank yoo,” grunted Michael through his gag.

“Hey, it’s all about keeping you healthy, dude." The man then straightened Michael's hat and checked his blindfold. "You won’t be worth as much on the open market if you get pneumonia,” chuckled the man insensitively.

"Should we put 'em back on their bellies in a hogtie?" asked the other.

"Na, their good for now. They ain’t goin' nowhere. Just tape up there knees and leave it at that."

As their legs were made even more secure, one of the men asked, "So now we gotta figure out who they belong to, right?"

"Yup. I suppose we should just ask 'em directly, but that means we gotta take off those gags. I really hate to mess with it, though, especially since they are working so well."

One of the men knelt down beside Michael and began, "Look, pal. I'm gonna take that tape off your face now, and it’s probably gonna hurt. If you make one single sound it goes right back on. Understood?"

Michael nodded.

As the tape was unwound from Michael's face, the men noticed the cleaving strip of cloth hidden underneath. "Dude, whoever put this on you really meant business! How’d you keep from choking?" Michael was asked rhetorically as he chewed angrily on the saliva soaked cloth.

Once the knot behind his head was loosened, the strip was removed and Michael reflexively spit out the packing. "That, too? No wonder you guys were so quiet! Is she gagged like that, too?"

Michael nodded yes.

"You kids must 'a pissed somebody off real good for them to do that to you. Hey, I bet you need something to drink." Turning to the other man, he said, "Go get some water for these two while I get her gag undone."

Once Sarah's gag was out, both hostages were given some water to drink.

An agitated Sarah started to babble, "Please, mister. Please let us go. We don't know anything about who you are, what you look like, or where we are right now. Just dump us by the side of the road or back in the graveyard. We’ll never tell anybody!”

"No can do, little lady. We gotta make this little situation pay. Once we got the cash, then we'll see about lettin’ you two go. Till then, you’re stayin’ put. Now shut up or that gag goes right back in that little mouth of yours."

From across the room, Michael could hear one of the men talking quietly on the phone but could not make out what he was saying. The phone conversation ended.

"Now, before we ask who you two are and where you live, we gotta know who tied you up like this and why? You two must have really pissed someone off."

"It's a long story," Michael lamented.

"That's OK, we got time."

Before Michael could explain, the cellar door opened and he heard footsteps on the creaky stairs. He could tell that more than one person was coming. Next, he heard a series of clicks, like a camera clicking off pictures.

"What's that? What's going on?" he asked. Something just didn't seem right.

The camera clicked on. "We're taking photos of you two to give to your parents with a ransom note," a new and strangely familiar voice replied.

"Alex, is that you?" shouted Sarah.

There was a sudden explosion of laughter. Immediately, the hostages had their blindfolds removed and the tape over their eyes pulled off. Alex, Chris, Steve, and the "kidnappers" stood over the pair, beaming with the success of their joke!

Furious at the realization of what had happened, Sarah hurled herself at the boys. She rolled and kicked violently as the boys tormented her, darted in and out of her reach. The boys were careful. Though restrained, they knew she was as dangerous as a just-landed big game fish flopping on the deck of a charter boat.

After a few minutes of fun, Alex boomed, "Chill out, Sarah! It's not like you haven't masterminded schemes like this yourself. Heck, that's how Mikey got into it in the first place. And what about your sister and Alex's younger brother? How many times have you planned a kidnapping of them?"

Sarah understood and relented. She in fact was the mastermind of the majority of the plots in the group, but never one so perfectly devious and well executed as this. She was one-upped for sure and she certainly was not in the habit of being the victim.

It happened that Chris' cousins were in town for the weekend. When asked, they eagerly agreed to play the part of the kidnappers, and did it magnificently! They were accomplished TUGers themselves, having over the years tied and tortured their little cousin many times. In fact, as they pointed out, they had once before bound and gagged Sarah and Chris together in the woods, but that was quite some time ago. Sarah had not forgotten the episode down by the creek, but she certainly would never have recognized these guys as the grown version of the adolescents that hogtied her that warm spring day.

“Cuz, remind me never to let you guys hogtie me. I don't think I could have gotten out of what you put on those two! You guys are dangerous! And those gags!”

Michael and Sarah in the end got over their anger and agreed that it was a brilliant plot. Sarah promise to lay-off Michael a little, at least in the presence of the others and pledged to allow things to be more like they were in the past.

Things in fact did return to be more like they were in the past. However, for whatever reason, Michael continued to be the more frequent victim on whom the others practiced. They just could not help but pick on him. And, so long as Sarah was around, that was OK by him!

Re: The TUG Gone Wrong

Postby sarwrductan » Sun Aug 21, 2011 8:58 am

Oh man! LOL That was rotten!.....But I loved it! Great story with a wonderful ending. Great work! Some day in another youthful life, perhaps I'll have an exhilarating experience like that.

Re: The TUG Gone Wrong

Postby Misquamicut » Fri Dec 09, 2011 8:51 pm

This is a really great story! Not only the theme and continuity are perfect, but the writing is 99.99% pure grammatically and in spelling! Thanks to the author!