One Fun TUG Weekend (mm/mm)

Postby asdf2e » Thu Dec 09, 2010 5:32 pm

This short story is a request from another user who wrote me an outline of the plot and the characters… here's chapter one...

One Fun TUG Weekend (mm/mm) - Chapter 1

Growing up as boys together, was the best of times for Ryan and Connor. The two brothers were tight-knit despite the four year difference.

Ryan, 14, loved basketball and air-soft guns. He was lean and fit. Dusty blonde hair and blue eyes. An energetic, All-American boy full of mischief. He looked up to his brother, Connor.

Connor, 18, was well-behaved but a strong, determined teenager. He had blonde hair like Ryan, although not shaggy like his brother. Connor loved everything military and had buzz tight hair and big brown eyes. His close circle of friends were school jocks but Connor was dedicated to young ROTC and his martial arts training. Seen as a leader, two of his friends followed him into the Jujitsu classes.

Their parents trusted Connor so much, they didn't think twice to leave him in charge when they took a two week cruise to Mexico. Their sprawling home, that slice of the summer, became the main hangout for both their groups of friends. They all knew one another too.

Ryan was an unapologetic hyper-active kid, sometimes a naughty brat who instigated Connor. They grew up playing War Games like paintball in the woods behind their home. Ryan always insisted anyone shot was a prisoner who had to be tied up. When he was tying the ropes, it was always agony for the prisoner. Especially when he caught his older brother. There'd be some form of humiliating element like gagging him with used socks or tickling him till he broke down. Being a good sport though, Ryan always took his punishment like a trooper. He was a tough little man.

One afternoon early into the parent's vacation, events would take place that sparked a week long experience of Ryan's brand of mischief. Ryan's friend Justin was spending the day over. They played video games and shot baskets in the back.

Justin, 14, was a skinny boy like Ryan with thick brown hair and blue eyes. He was coordinated but not muscle toned like Ryan. He was more shy than Ryan as well.

After the round of basketball, Ryan got frisky and broke out his box of ropes. He tied up a reluctant Justin in the basement playroom. He made him play video games and watch TV like that. He also made Justin keep a squishy, foam made Nerf ball in his mouth. It was them just goofing off.

Connor returned from his martial arts class to see his younger brother's latest mischief. He felt sorry for Justin and made Ryan untie him. Connor took off his sneakers to rub his sore feet while he watched them play Mario Brothers. Later the conversation wandered into "revenge" which Connor was eager to help Justin; tying up his little brother. They all agreed it would be a lot of fun. Ryan was a little resistant at first but saw the excitement of it ultimately.

Ryan kicked off his dirty sneakers and assumed the position on the floor, face down. Although Justin wanted to jump right in and do the tying, Connor wisely suggested the fourteen year old watch how its really done. Connor had learned how to properly tie up guys from some of his martial arts and ROTC training. Connor was pretty good. Ryan was tightly subjected to a hogtie. It took them a good ten minutes or more but the rope work was worth the time. Ryan seemed to love the feeling of restraint around his limbs.

"How's that lil' man?" Connor smiled, poking his feet at Ryan's exposed, sensitive areas.

"Ugh… man, ha hah pretty good job. You done though?" Ryan laughed.

Connor leaned into Justin's ear and told him, "That means he wants more. Probably a gag. He loves being pushed and tested!"

Ryan, hearing his brother, gave them a indirect hint joking, "Ya, but no sweaty socks! No sweaty socks!"

"Hush!" Justin chuckled, plowing into Ryan with a flurry of fingers tickling him all over. Ryan rolled around the floor, laughing desperately.

They forgot about the gag for a moment and took turns attacking Ryan playfully. Eventually Connor realized it was getting late for him, the sun was setting. He had plans with his buddies.

Turning to Justin, he told him, "You're in charge. I gotta go upstairs and get ready. Have fun." Connor smiled with a pat on Justin's back. "Oh ya, go ahead and gag him with some socks. The stinkier the better! He can take it."

As Connor walked up the stairs, he nudged Justin a last time to go on with it. Justin nodded and pulled off his own skater sneaks. A warm odor carried in the air. He peeled off his moist, thin white Puma ankle socks. Waving them before Ryan face, he said, "How about these?"

"You wouldn't!" Ryan laughed. "I dare you!"

Justin shoved the rank footies into Ryan's mouth. Ryan pretended to be repealed by this move, displaying protest, but truthfully was enjoying the torture. The foul socks went deep into his mouth. He kept them gagged in his mouth while he had more fun bucking and struggling on the floor. Ryan was role playing, pretending he couldn't spit them out. A normally reserved Justin slowly got more in to the hazing as he saw how pleased Ryan took the abuse. He tickled Ryan like nuts on his sides and on his socked feet. Justin stepped up the torment when he gripped one of his own sneakers and cupped it to Ryan's face. "These stink?" he chuckled. Ryan took deep breaths. The inside of the shoe was overwhelmed with Justin's muggy, sweet smelling foot odor. This went on for good amount of time.

Meanwhile, Connor was changing clothes in his room upstairs. The bedroom had the typical adornments and smell of an active teenage male. Some of his Jujitsu pads littered the floor. He was was standing at his dresser mirror in his underwear. Flexing his biceps. Connor had a soft, tanned smooth body. He was muscular and proud of the hard work he did to achieve it. He draped a blue Polo knit shirt over his chest.

Before he could finish dressing, his close bud Jimmy came over and rushed upstairs to Connor's bedroom. "What up, foo'!" Jimmy shouted, bumping fists with Connor. It was already past eight o'clock and they were late.

Jimmy, 17, was a striking, corn-fed looking teenager. Incredibly well fit. Wearing a tight, sleeveless gray t-shirt that said "Hawks Wrestling" and jammers, he looked like a Ken doll. He was a strawberry-blond with milky white skin, a dash of freckles and a square jawed face with a pug nose. He had cropped hair like Connor's. Most of the younger boys at school and on his team saw Jimmy as menacing. But friends like Connor knew he was a spunky, carefree goof off. He was a dedicated wrestler at school and took Jujitsu classes with Connor.

"Let's bust out, C-Money! " Jimmy playfully jabbed away at Connor.

"I'm still dressing, fag," Connor laughed.

"I can see. Tighty-whiteys?" he chuckled looking at Connor's white briefs.

"Go fix us some sandwiches in the kitchen. I'll be down," Connor suggested.

Jimmy shot downstairs like a stampeding horse. Connor shook his head with a smile as he slid in to his designer jeans. He reached for his same pair of dirty socks and shoes he wore earlier.

In the kitchen, Jimmy made ham and cheese sandwiches with a helping of mayo. He heard the commotion in the basement from the kitchen accessible doorway. Justin was in the middle of tickle assaults on Ryan as Jimmy ventured down to them eating his sandwich.

"Whooaa!" Jimmy gasped, half-stuffed with bread in his mouth. Justin and Ryan looked back and nodded casually at Jimmy.

Connor soon marched down the stairs behind Jimmy and proudly explained his hand in the mischief. Jimmy admired the rope work but still couldn't help bragging how he could do better.

Like Connor, Jimmy knew how to tie someone up. Their sensei, or martial arts instructor, taught the boys Hojojutsu as part of advanced training in Jujitsu. Hojojutsu was the traditional art of restraining a captive with rope or cord. Jimmy had introduced it to his wrestling team. It became a method of demonstrating submission tactics as well as a good natured way to tease teammates who lost a match at practice. Jimmy loved showing off his bondage skills.

"Should we roll now?" Connor said, taking one of the sandwiches into his mouth.

"No dude, I have an idea," Jimmy's face lit up. He whispered into Connor's ear. They laughed a bit at each other.

"Be my guest!" Connor grinned. Jimmy shushed him from speaking more and went back to watching Justin and Ryan.

"So hey… you should keep him company while we're out, dude," Jimmy nudged at Justin. "Why don't you get permission to spend the night and we'll be back later. We'll continue the fun!"

"Really?" Justin smiled eagerly. He was excited to be accepted by the cool, older boys of his school. He couldn't say no. He called his mom who okayed the sleepover.

But this would backfire on Justin. The elder boys jumped on Justin and held him down.

Jimmy was the first to pounce him, pinning him to the floor with little effort. After all he was a champion wrestler. Connor got more rope out of their special box. Justin saw this and let out a fit of resistance. He was scared about being tied up by the older boys, especially Jimmy. By now, Jimmy was sitting on Justin's lower back and holding his wrists down.

"Get off me, ugh! Don't!" Justin grunted, unable to budge. "Not cool!"

Connor already removed his little brother's socks from his tied up feet. While Jimmy kept a grip on Justin, Connor slid over to him with the socks balled up in his fist.

"No no, cut it ou…. mmmmphh!" Justin yelped, quickly being gagged with the socks. Connor crammed them good inside Justin's mouth.

Jimmy held his hand over Justin so he couldn't spit out the gag. Connor grabbed duct tape and raced back. He wrapped Justin's face tightly until it was clear he couldn't do anything but accept the fate. Ryan was laughing at his friend, still keeping his sock gag in place like a trooper. But Connor decided to not take chances and wrapped duct tape around Ryan's face too. This pissed Ryan off, growling angrily up at his brother.

Connor helped Jimmy hold Justin down so Jimmy could get to work. He skillfully used pieces of rope to fasten Justin into a classic Hojojutsu. His wrists were criss crossed and bound. Rope crossed over and around his arms, looping in front of his neck and back down, ultimately tied off at the wrists. This pulled made any struggles uncomfortable. Finally his ankles were crossed and tied firmly together. A last piece of rope was lassoed between his ankles and wrists and pulled taut, placing him in a snug hogtie. Gradually Justin gave up much of his thrashing, forced into submission by the bindings.

It was now 8:30. They were running late so Connor and Jimmy quickly hoisted their tied captives over their shoulders and carried them upstairs. They were settled on Ryan's bed in his room, something they'd soon learn was part of the scheme.

Connor turned on Ryan's web cam and positioned the laptop to face them. The monitor filled with a live screen shot of the two squirming and hogtied.

"Ok boys. You have thirty minutes to get out. That's our personal best. If not, you're owned the rest of the night when we get back. And we'll be watching from your iPhone, Ryan!" Connor snickered taking his brothers cell into his pocket.

"An no helping each other either!" Jimmy added.

Ryan and Justin turned to see the camera LED lit up and the image of themselves bound and gagged. They blushed with humiliation. They could only imagine who they might see them like that. "Mmmmmmmhhh!" Ryan pleaded a final time to his brother.

The teenage captors made last minute preparations. Jimmy turned all the lights on so their captives would be brightly shown on the video feed. Check! Connor made sure he could receive their little video broadcast on the iPhone. Check! Lastly, Connor pulled up a digital countdown on the laptop in big print size so they could see how much time remained. Connor "generously" gave them thirty-two minutes and counting.

They yelled out "Good luck!" as they rushed down the stairs to meet up with the rest of their friends at the movies.

It was close to 9pm now. The timer was clicking down. If they didn't get free before it ran out, Ryan's brother and Jimmy would be back for more around 11:30pm.

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The boys ceased much of their random fighting and focused on reaching for any knots or ropes they could compromise. They panted and gasped through their nostrils. The task frustrated the two and tested their determination. Ryan looked back at the monitor at one point and irritatingly saw the clock was below twenty-four minutes in now time.

The progress was slow and exhausting. Their bodies were in discomfort. Justin had it the worst of all, being the most elaborately hogtied in Hojojutsu fashion. Any distinct movements tightened the ropes around his body.

They wandered if Connor and Jimmy were watching them on Ryan's iPhone, laughing.

Meanwhile, indeed they were correct. The two hazers already caught up with their other friends who were now watching the action with enjoyment. All five in their pack in the movie theatre lobby were more interesting in watching their struggles then going into the film.

More unfolds in Chapter 2...
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Re: One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 1 (mm/mm)

Postby Chase Ricks » Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:32 pm

Whoever sent you this request and outline had an extremely good idea.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 1 (mm/mm)

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Dec 10, 2010 8:04 am

Good begining! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 1 (mm/mm)

Postby fratboydanny » Fri Dec 10, 2010 4:32 pm

wow! this is really fun. thanks Dudebound! now this is why i would have loved to have had a brother....

One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 2 (mmm/mm)

Postby asdf2e » Sat Dec 11, 2010 11:47 pm

CHAPTER 2

TICK… TICK… TICK…

Ryan and Justin tried to get untied. The countdown on the laptop showed less than six minutes. Justin made little progress, tied up in hojojutsu. Ryan, having an advantage with less rope and skill, made headway loosening knots around his wrists.

Meanwhile, Connor and Jimmy were watching it live on iPhone in the theatre. Their friends Brody, Chase and Seth were huddled behind them. They loved seeing the boys fight as the clock ticked.

TICK… TICK… TICK…

The timer dwindled to less than two minutes. Ryan was close to freeing his wrists. Justin gave up, accepting the fact he was screwed. Ryan untied a couple of critical knots. He freed his hands and moved to his ankles. Connor proudly watched it unfold with his his friends. Some of them cheering on the little guy.

With less than five seconds, Ryan triumphantly untied himself and removed his gag. Disheveled and flushed, he managed to draw a big grin. He gave the web cam the middle finger in defiance. His brother Connor and the others laughed at their seats. Connor was impressed with his feisty little brother. They turned off the phone in time for the movie to start. The older boys made bets on whether Ryan would release his friend or leave Justin to his struggles.

BUZZZZZZ! The clock zeroed out.

"Ugh, that was fun," Ryan sighed, stretching out his limbs. He removed Justin's gag.

"I guess. Help me out," Justin gushed.

Instead Ryan straddled his friend, unmercifully assaulting him with tickle attacks. "Oh yea? Should I? Should I let you go? Huh!" Ryan teased.

"Ha hah ha! Heh heh! Stop ha hah!" Justin begged. "Please!"

"You're a punk, you and my brother!" Ryan scolded. "You're gonna stay hogtied."

Ryan was tightening up the loosened knots now on Justin. Ryan found another pair of his shoes from the closet and straightened up.

"Come on dude! I gotta pee too! Please!" Justin gasped, angrily.

"I'm hungry after all that. I'm gonna fix a pizza. I think I'll just ponder a bit on what to with you after I fill my belly," Ryan gleamed. "But you can much on these. Open up, slave!"

Ryan grabbed a pair of boxers from his pile of dirty clothes he used to plug up Justin. He cleave gagged him with a couple of tube socks tied together. He pulled tight and double knotted the tube socks behind his head. Justin bucked and yanked like a helpless calf hogtied at the rodeo.

"Not enough for ya?" Ryan snickered.

Justin nervously watched Ryan clutch a protective cup from his baseball bag. "Uhmmm mmmmhh!" Justin whimpered as Ryan wrapped duct tape so the used banana cup sealed to his face.

Justin's warm breath quickly intensified the smell into his nose. He vainly shouted back in a muffled yelp as Ryan waved goodbye, heading for the kitchen to microwave his frozen pizza.

Two hours later, Connor and the gang were leaving the theater for home. They eagerly turned on the phone. The live feed was now dead. They debated on whether or not Ryan let his friend free. They couldn't wait to find out who won the bet. While Seth was interested in coming over, he had a curfew. Connor, Jimmy, Chase and Brody headed for Connor's house. On the way they smoked some weed and downed a few beers.

Ryan's older brother returned with his buddies -- Jimmy and the two new guests, Chase and Brody. They loudly filed down the stairs into the basement. Buzzed and rowdy.

Chase, 17, was Jimmy's teammate on the wresting team. He was well built like Jimmy with long black hair and a mean looking face. Brody, 18, was a resident bad boy who lived on the poor side of town. He was something of a stud on campus though and hung out with the cool crowd. That included Connor and Jimmy.

Ryan and Justin were in the middle of Mario Brothers, playing is if nothing had happened. It was barely minutes before that Ryan decided to release Justin. But barely didn't matter to the older boys. Ryan foolishly assumed the roughhousing would cease, being close to midnight. No such chance!

"You little fellas look too relaxed. Ryan, you untied Justin didn't you?" Jimmy cracked.

"I had too… BUT I got him really good. You didn't see?" Ryan bargained.

Jimmy looked particularly ominous, throwing his arm around Brody's shoulder and cocked his head back. Brody and Chase, newly introduced to the scene, seemed pumped up to pick up where Jimmy and Connor left off. "Maybe we want to play too," Chase grinned Ryan's direction.

Ryan looked at his older brother and pleaded, "Connor? Come on."

Connor seemed bought into his friends' anticipation. And he was tired. "I'm going to bed. I have ROTC at 0700."

Ryan looked disappointingly at his brother and insisted he stay. Connor just brushed him off and said, "Jimmy… you're in charge. Just don't injure them or anything that will get me busted!" he laughed.

Ryan gulped as he saw his brother, depart for upstairs. Jimmy waited till Connor was upstairs. Then, hollering out in a playful, hick accent, Jimmy said, "We gonna have some fun tonight with these piggly wigglies! Right cowboys?"

Chase and Brody were grinning ear to ear devilishly looking down at the young boys as they cackled. Brody grabbed some nearby rope eager to do some tying up. Ryan and Justin nervously trembled. Making a run for it was futile. Just looking at the mischievous faces, the young boys knew they'd be better off staying put for now.

Thirty minutes later, half past midnight…

Ryan and Justin were standing side by side at attention in their underwear. Justin had plaid boxers. Ryan got teased by the older boys for wearing white department store briefs. The hazers had gathered several rolls of duct tape, Ryan's baseball bag, several pairs of long socks from his dresser and other, puzzling items. The room was stuffy and hovered with a mixed aroma of boy odor, weed and beer. The older boys were drinking more cans of Budweiser, leaving a close huddle after making plans for the helpless boys.

They pulled out some Under Armour clothing -- two long sleeve stretch shirts and two pair of long leggings. "Put these on!" Jimmy ordered. Ryan and Justin slipped into the lycra material.

They started on Ryan. Immediately the plan was revealed as all three began wrapping Ryan with duct tape. His ankles, chest with both arms at the side and his upper legs were first. The mad sound of the sticky side clearing away from the roll was defining. Ryan looked irritated and scared as, over time, he was more and more tightly bound like a mummy.

Justin however didn't seem to have any interest in being next. He made a run for it but the boys quickly tackled him. He was temporarily subdued with rope tying his wrists and a fresh tube sock tied between his lips. He growled but remained seated on the floor while the boys finished with Ryan. They took special care in taping up Justin. Extra rolls were used from his ankles to his waist. They removed the rope and held his arms, hands flat to his waist and wrapped the top half of him like a delivery package.

The two younger boys, placed side by side on their backs, were never so restrained like now. That's when Jimmy began explaining the game. He nodded at Chase and Brody who walked over to the boys and crouched down. They had their dirty t-shirts stretched out ready to shut them up if they yelled or complained.

"You boys gonna be brave and not yell for big bro upstairs?" Jimmy glared.

"Yes sir," they sighed.

"Oh one last thing," Jimmy laughed. He took out his pocket knife and cut away the tape to expose their nipples and the crotch of their underwear.

"What the hell! MMmmmmmphh," Justin protested before a t-shirt was pressed over his mouth. He continued to grovel.

"Its okay… chill.. chi… mmmmph!" Ryan tried to assure his friend and found himself silenced as well.

Brody and Chase were a couple of overly eager misfits with too much testosterone. "We should just gag them both right now Jimbo!" Chase beamed.

Jimmy ignored his friends and started again while the boys remained muzzled.

"The game is this. One of you will be gagged. The other will be blindfolded. You'll have till 1:30 to get out. If you do, you're in the club. No more hazing. You'll be one of us. Chase and I went through this as rookies. Understand?"

"Mmmesss mmmier," the boys nodded.

"The bad news, if you don't… heh heh," Jimmy snickered, holding a plastic container in his hands. "We put some of this down your jockeys and under your chest."

Ryan and Justin looked closely and saw two words, "Itching Powder!"

"MMMMMMmmmhh Mmmmhhm!" they cried out, shaking their heads. Cold beads of sweat went past their enlarged eyes.

Eventually they calmed down long enough for Jimmy to offer them one choice. "One of you gagged, one blindfolded. Any requests?" Their gags were pulled up.

The boys stayed silent though. Being gagged was likely the worse one of all. Jimmy then added, "Justin, I saw the video on the laptop. Looks like you know how to take gag. I brought the cup with me too. Once more?"

"Oh please.. not again. Please Jimmy!" Justin pleaded.

As it looked like he was the chosen one, Ryan bravely injected, "No. I'll do it. Let him have a break."

Ryan smiled at his friend as Justin thanked him. "Oh, look boys… what a true buddy!" Jimmy laughed.

Chase wanted to do the honors so Ryan was subjected to a mouthful of Chase's sweaty ankle socks. Happily they weren't as gross as expected and tasted pleasant to Ryan. He got a little excited below his waist. But that wasn't the bad part. After heaps of duct tape was securely holding his gag inside, the real cruelty was revealed. Ryan's own protective cup was pulled from Jimmy's pants. He had been keeping it warmed up. They taped the awful thing over his face.

"Man I'm sorry," Justin told Ryan. "You guys are fags! Please take that off his face."

In the middle of downing more beer, Chase and Brody ridiculously wrestled one another wanting to shut up Justin. "My turn!" Brody finally won. He began stuffing his t-shirt down Justin's mouth. "Mmmmmh!"

Jimmy scolded them for being too hasty. But he let Brody keep Justin in his place so they could blindfold him. Each of his eye sockets were buffered by an ankle sock. His head was wrapped with duct tape that solidly sealed any sight from his eyes. It was impossible to rub it off or manage the slightest peek.

Justin calmed down and once again allowed to have use of his mouth. However he couldn't see what Jimmy did next.

Jimmy displayed a pair of EMT or medical scissors from a bag. They were the kind that cut bandages and athletic tape safely away from athletes without fear of cutting their skin. Taking his finger to his lips he reminded his cohorts not to let Justin know what he held. However Ryan immediately took notice, yet unable to communicate. Jimmy carefully placed the scissors into the hole over Ryan's crotch and underneath his briefs! A humiliated Ryan squirmed uncomfortably. The sensation made his excited privates even harder. He blushed with embarrassment as the older boys quietly laughed at him. Jimmy gave a degrading pat on his nut sack and said, "Figure it out!"

He stood up and loudly proclaimed, "Don't waste time boys! Go to it! You barely have twenty minutes!"

End of Chapter 2….

Comments or suggestions please.

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 1 (mm/mm)

Postby Mr.B » Sun Dec 12, 2010 2:46 am

OH MY GOODNESS!! This is just a masterpiece in my opinion! :big: The TUG situation near the end of chapter one [++beginning of chapter two] as well as the remaining parts of the second chapter after the older boys got back from the movie is just breathtaking!

--> Suggestions: It might be nice if you could write a sentence or two on what Ryan and Justin are thinking inside their mind every time they're unable to communicate with one another [but keep'em gagged anyway!! :big: ] ‒ in this way the story could tell us what their take on their TUG situation is and possibly give this story even more depth.

All in all, the AWESOME "game" that you've put into place in chapter two is my favorite part of this story so far! And guess what? I think you could also develop this story a bit further by including some more toys ‒ like zip ties [just imagine another "game" in which Ryan and Justin need to find or get a scissor that could cut them free..!], bark collars and padlocks [maybe another "game" where the older boys put a bark collar on Ryan and Justin and lock it in place with padlocks ‒ and put the keys of the padlocks out of their reach..! :big: ] ‒ or a section or two about one of the captive boy refusing to cooperate and gets punished [like, putting some "itching powder" [a fabulous idea from chapter two!] or ice cubes into the boy's panty? or have the boy getting tickled non-stop for a loooong time! or make him wear a bark collar]!

Please keep it up. I hope this story continues for a long time...!!! Thank you dudebound!

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Re: One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 1 (mm/mm)

Postby Mr.B » Sun Dec 12, 2010 2:54 am

"What the hell! MMmmmmmphh," Justin protested before a t-shirt was pressed over his mouth. He continued to grovel.

"Its okay… chill.. chi… mmmmph!" Ryan tried to assure his friend and found himself silenced as well.

"Man I'm sorry," Justin told Ryan. "You guys are fags! Please take that off his face."


HaHaHa!! :big: These are indeed the type of conversations boys have when they are at that age!

Plz write some more conversations[including the likes of MMmmph]..!! :big: I really love'em! And try to be as detail as you possibly can when it comes to TUG ‒ because that's the :big: :big: part afterall!

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 1 (mm/mm)

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Dec 12, 2010 4:49 pm

Cool story. :D Do please continue.
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Re: One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 1 (mm/mm)

Postby jessica615 » Sun Dec 12, 2010 5:52 pm

This story is so HOTTT!! Your narrative style and background details are great! If you had posted this story a week earlier this would have been a nice birthday present for me. As for comments or suggestions, perhaps you can also try tying Ryan & Justin up in different positions - e.g. get Ryan & Justin face to face and tell them to hug each other -- then tie them up! :lol:

I can't wait for the continuation!!

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 1 (mm/mm)

Postby Scottstud94 » Sun Dec 12, 2010 9:14 pm

Awesome story please continue...

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 1 (mm/mm)

Postby jessica615 » Sun Dec 12, 2010 10:12 pm

dingbatman wrote:like zip ties [just imagine another "game" in which Ryan and Justin need to find or get a scissor that could cut them free..!], bark collars and padlocks [maybe another "game" where the older boys put a bark collar on Ryan and Justin and lock it in place with padlocks ‒ and put the keys of the padlocks out of their reach..! :big: ]


Great ideas! Especially the suggestion about the bark collar! :tickle:

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 1 (mm/mm)

Postby Mike111 » Sun Dec 12, 2010 11:09 pm

What a great story!! Every piece of it sounds like a damn good time—it's so good that I'm sure most of us would be more than happy to accommodate the roles that Ryan/Justin plays! And THANK YOU for presenting this story in a daily routine fashion—in this way everyone is able to get a better grasp on each TUG events, and how this will shape the rest of the story .

Here's two quick feedback/suggestions:
* Maybe..have Ryan's brother Connor stay out of the picture for a short period of time—so there wouldn't be a sense of sympathy for playing too many TUGs on Ryan

I really can't wait for chapter 3!!!
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Re: One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 1 (mm/mm)

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Dec 13, 2010 7:38 am

dingbatman wrote:OH MY GOODNESS!! This is just a masterpiece in my opinion! :big: The TUG situation near the end of chapter one [++beginning of chapter two] as well as the remaining parts of the second chapter after the older boys got back from the movie is just breathtaking!

--> Suggestions: It might be nice if you could write a sentence or two on what Ryan and Justin are thinking inside their mind every time they're unable to communicate with one another [but keep'em gagged anyway!! :big: ] ‒ in this way the story could tell us what their take on their TUG situation is and possibly give this story even more depth.

All in all, the AWESOME "game" that you've put into place in chapter two is my favorite part of this story so far! And guess what? I think you could also develop this story a bit further by including some more toys ‒ like zip ties [just imagine another "game" in which Ryan and Justin need to find or get a scissor that could cut them free..!], bark collars and padlocks [maybe another "game" where the older boys put a bark collar on Ryan and Justin and lock it in place with padlocks ‒ and put the keys of the padlocks out of their reach..! :big: ] ‒ or a section or two about one of the captive boy refusing to cooperate and gets punished [like, putting some "itching powder" [a fabulous idea from chapter two!] or ice cubes into the boy's panty? or have the boy getting tickled non-stop for a loooong time! or make him wear a bark collar]!

Please keep it up. I hope this story continues for a long time...!!! Thank you dudebound!



I agree! (or have the boy getting tickled non-stop for a loooong time!) Very good continuation! I badly wait to read the rest. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 1 (mm/mm)

Postby asdf2e » Mon Dec 13, 2010 2:27 pm

"Just when I thought I was out... they pull me back in."
-Michael Corleone

Geez... I'm overwhelmed. I was going to take a break from writing but now I feel obligated - in a good way - to continue. Chapter 3 coming today I think. I wrote most of it but gonna add a couple of your suggestions.

Other suggestions will make it in chapter 4. all of them.

btw.... good thinking mike111. great minds think alike. in chapter 3 i already set it up so connor left the scene for the very seem reason you pointed out! nice!

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 1 (mm/mm)

Postby jessica615 » Mon Dec 13, 2010 5:42 pm

From Chapter Two: "The bad news, if you don't… heh heh," Jimmy snickered, holding a plastic container in his hands.


Guess what..my first reaction to this sentence was "WOW, so Jimmy is about to put Ryan+J into one of those plastic container for storage..? :wink:

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dudebound wrote:"Just when I thought I was out... they pull me back in."
-Michael Corleone

Geez... I'm overwhelmed. I was going to take a break from writing but now I feel obligated - in a good way - to continue. Chapter 3 coming today I think. I wrote most of it but gonna add a couple of your suggestions.


I can't thank you enough for being such a passionate writer!!

One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 3 (mmm/mm)

Postby asdf2e » Mon Dec 13, 2010 6:39 pm

One Fun TUG Weekend -- Chapter 3 (mmm/mm)

Ryan and Justin had been coerced into bondage feats since six o’clock. Now it was past one in the morning at the start of the most intense challenge. They rolled into each other like jammed logs on a riverbank. The teenage mummies neatly bound by miles of duct tape. Only their bare feet were spared of the body taping.

What went through their minds? Exhausted, frustrated and humiliated were among many emotions. Ryan loved the sensation of being restricted and put to a test, but not this intensely. In the back of their minds, they were terrified by the thought of being doused with itching powder. They had to succeed at any cost with one exception. Ryan didn’t dare consider having a friend reach into his crotch to pull out the scissors. Off the table! For now…

Ryan whimpered meekly under his gag. He didn’t mind tasting dirty socks in his mouth. He hated having to take breaths through his nostrils. The more he drew in air, the more it forced him to inhale the warm, stinky cup taped over his nose. Hearing his displeasure, Justin put his mouth to Ryan's face to find the source. "Chill bro, keep your head still, I’ll help you man," he promised Ryan. Justin awkwardly pulled on the outer tape that secured the nasty cup.

"Justy helping his BFF, ahhhhhh!" teased Chase.

Their devilish tormentors kicked it on a nearby couch to watch the fun. They turned on ESPN in the background and drank more beer.

Meanwhile Justin focused on helping his friend. Some of the tape was compromised at last. It wasn't easy being blindfolded. "My bad," he said bumping into Ryan's head. Anytime he gripped the cup with his teeth, he got his own taste of how smelly that thing was. After a few minutes, Ryan remained gagged but finally free of the grody "air mask."

Back on the couch, the boys found a Tivo'ed UFC fight and got more comfortable. Jimmy and Chase progressively got annoyed with Brody however. He was wasted and annoying them with belches in their face.

"Dude that cup is worse than a Dutch oven. Jimmy has one disgusting nut sack," Justin repealed. He started breaking Ryan's tape gag with his teeth. Ryan looked at a nearby clock and saw five minutes already passed! There was little time. He could the gag for fifteen more minutes, but not that itching powder later. Useless to tell Justin, he shook his head and moaned. He buckled against Justin's body. He wanted to tell him to work on his left hand. He couldn't. How could he translate what he saw? "My bad, my bad… you're right. Let's just try to work ourselves free I guess," replied Justin.

"Mmmm uhmmm mmm hum!" Ryan grunted. He was so mad at Justin for not figuring out that he should use his teeth to work on Ryan's hand.

"Ryan being a hater?" laughed Jimmy from across the room at Justin.

Justin ignored the taunts. He wasted another precious two minutes on himself while Ryan hopelessly tried to redirect his efforts. He bucked and bumped against Justin's body.

"Legit, Jimmy," praised Chase. "They don't have a clue what to do!"

Finally Ryan couldn't take the stupidity longer. He let out a continuous grunt and strongly shoved up against Justin a last time to get his attention.

"Hardcore," Jimmy and Chase smiled. They lost interest in the UFC match to watch their brave victims. Meanwhile Brody was being a dumb ass. Drunk and pissed off they were distracted from the fight. His boy Kendall Grove was sparring. Clumsily Brody tried to dog pile his buds, accidently pulling Chase’s hair. “You ho’s! <Burp>” he slurred.

"Let's just get his drunk ass in the chair," Chase frowned. Although Brody was a tough dude, he was too far-gone to stop them. Jimmy and Chase handedly did light rope work and tied him to a chair. They ceremoniously gagged their pal with one simple application of a bandana. Nothing fancy like the younger boys endured. They gave him the remote to DirecTV and said, "Their big guy." Brody didn't seem bothered left bound and gagged. He watched his UFC fight, hiccupping through the bandana.

Back to the helpless mummies…

After a few more awkward minutes, Jimmy finally got the hint, working with Ryan as a team effort. He told him to grunt once for yes, two for no, when he asked a question. "Mmmm!" a relieved Ryan confirmed.

However Ryan was faced with a dilemma. They had less than eight minutes. Working his hand free with Justin's choppers assisting would probably not give enough time. That left the option he swore he'd avoid. The scissors.

They were well fortified down his crotch. The only way to get them was for Justin to reach inside and take them! The thought of his best friend digging down past his sweaty balls was impossible to imagine.

"Is there something you see that we could use?" "Mmmm!" Ryan signaled as a yes. "Uhh huh…. can I reach it??" "Mmmmmm!"

"Man, off the hook! No way Justin will go there!" an excited Chase watched by Jimmy's side. "Twenty bucks says he will," Jimmy challenged. Chase replied, "You're on!"

Justin narrowed it down to something attached to Ryan. By now though, Ryan saw a mere three minutes left! It would be useless. He was ready to give in and spare himself the unnecessary humiliating ordeal of being fondled while the other guys would just ridicule him.

However Jimmy stepped in, telling them, "Okay! Ha hah. This is too good. We're giving you an extra ten minutes! Its tool time!"

Oblivious to the precise location, a blindfolded Justin eagerly replied, "Tight! Thank you!" Ryan was just bracing himself now, the poor kid.

Justin shimmied his body positioning perpendicular to Ryan. He lifted his head and inched up Ryan’s body until his face planted top of his chest. "Ugh, on your front side somewhere I hope?" Justin panted. "Mmmm!" Ryan grunted yes. "Lower?" -- "Mmmm!" Ryan grunted. Justin strolled his chin downward stopping at the stomach. Unfortunate for Ryan, this body contact was getting him hard once more. "Lower still?" quizzed Justin. Ryan hesitated a moment, swallowed his pride and let out the familiar single grunt. Here it goes.

Justin continued downward, brushing over Ryan's crotch, encountering his sweaty underwear beneath the torn opening. He pretended to ignore the obvious boner. It happens. He continued on. “Mmmm! Mmmm!" Ryan indicated no. "Oh man! Really? Stop here?" Justin gasped. "Mmmm!" poor Ryan affirmed.

Jimmy and Chase were fixated. "Will he go for the key to their freedom or is it gonna be the itching powder? Moment of truth," Jimmy called out like a sports broadcaster.

Justin rested his chin just below Ryan's bulge. He pressed down gently and felt the solid surface of the scissor handles. "This is wacked! Down here? Letting out his last affirmative grunt, Ryan dropped his head to the floor. It was out of his hands now. Justin reluctantly surveyed how to get inside and the obvious route was through the cutout. This required going past Ryan's crotch.

“Sorry… I got to do it!” Justin sheepishly told his friend. Ryan responded “ok” with a muffled sound. They were going for the shortcut. Happily Justin realized he didn’t have to bury his face down there. He could use his left hand to do the job. It was left with enough mobility. Justin moved to Ryan’s side, rolled over and lapsed his body partially over Ryan. As he was pressing against him, Ryan could feel Justin excited too! Thank god he wasn’t the only weirdo.

“Fork it over chump,” Jimmy smiled as Chase handed him twenty dollars.

The first moment he reached in awkwardly with his hand, Ryan jerked from the sensation of his fingers touching his privates. He made some remarks of disgust but kept reaching. It was stimulating Ryan as well as Justin. He moaned with his head back collapsed back and let the ordeal progress. Justin could not prevent indirectly fondling Ryan as he reached under the briefs and pushed past his nuts! It was difficult to get a firm grip for a couple of embarrassing reasons.

“How’s the ball butter, Justin? Making things… uh… hard?” roared Jimmy as he bumped fists with Chase.

After an agonizing four minutes of slip-ups and uncomfortable contact, Justin grabbed the scissors and triumphantly removed them. The boys sighed, collapsing side by side as sweat poured down their blushing faces. But, Ryan saw it was already 1:40AM! No more time!

Jimmy and Chase, beaming with satisfaction stood directly over their humiliated victims. “Tsk, tsk. Ha hah. You failed to beat the clock!!” Jimmy snickered.

“You know what that means boys!” Chase followed up showing Ryan the infamous bottle of itching powder.

“Mmmmhhh uhmmm! Mmmm uhmmm…” Ryan pleaded, with big watery eyes. “Fuck you guys! Don’t put that on us please!” Justin protested, more terrified, as he couldn’t see if they were already spraying them. They continued there pleading.

Chase was kneeling down, first towards Ryan’s exposed underwear. Jimmy stopped him and interrupted, “Well… boys. Tell you what. You did a heroic thing. I’ll give you a break… IF you answer correctly to this question.”

Ryan and Justin quieted down to listen to the bargain.

“If you stay good sports and don’t’ tell Connor about this, we’ll let you go. Deal?”

Without hesitation the boys feverishly nodded. Ryan grunted and Justin said, “We promise.”

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By the time it was past 2AM, most of the tape was cut off. Their gag and blindfold removed. The older boys even helped them out. Ryan and Justin peeled off their soaked Under Armour protection. Though their boners were gone, they remained in their drenched underwear. Their bodies were covered in sweat and beet red.

Meanwhile, Brody was in the background still tied to the chair, happy as a clam watching Kendall dominate his UFC opponent.

Jimmy told the younger friends to sit up on their butts with their backs in front of him and Chase. They reluctantly complied. Then pleasantly surprised as the older duo gave them a sports rub down to settle them and relax their tensed muscles.

“You boys are legit. Impressed for sure,” Jimmy told them. Chase chimed in with how they had a similar rite of passage their first year on the wrestling squad.

This admittedly flattered Ryan and Justin, who were earned some kind of acceptance from the older teenagers. To some degree at least. After they wrapped up the massage, they all said goodnight. Ryan and Justin headed for Ryan’s bedroom upstairs. Jimmy and Chase were crashing in the basement on the couch. And the useless Brody was nodding off in his chair, comfortably restrained.

Ryan and Justin grabbed a huge one-gallon jug of bottled water. They were dehydrated. They shared it, chugging the entire container in a New York minute. Ryan gave his buddy a pair of fresh underwear and they changed. Settling down for bed. Ryan enjoyed some of the moments tied up and gagged with his friend. When he hinted at the fact, Justin shyly admitted in round about ways he did as well.

“Hey Ryan, what’s ‘ball butter’ anyway?” Justin asked referring to Jimmy’s remark during the degrading last moments.

Ryan chuckled, “I’ll give you a hint,” as he reached into his underwear with one hand and rubbed it on Justin’s face.

“Hella funny, ha hah,” Justin pushed him away. “Ya it was pretty gross.”

Ryan awkwardly added, “I was sporting so much wood. Kind of weird but kinda cool.”

They switched the subject to the very thing in the backs of their minds. Getting even. In a strange sort of way, they saw it as something the older boys might admire. They’d have to keep their word not to tell Connor however. But they agreed it certainly would help them go about revenge if Connor “accidently” discovered what happened on his own.

The schemed into half the night before falling asleep.

Revenge was coming.


END OF CHAPTER 3


CHAPTER 4 – Revenge
Coming later…

(Suggestions you’ve all made so far if not in chapter 3 will be in chapter 4… any new ones; please don’t be shy to post a reply)

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Re: One Fun TUG Weekend - Chapter 1 (mm/mm)

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Dec 13, 2010 7:46 pm

fratboydanny wrote:wow! this is really fun. thanks Dudebound! now this is why i would have loved to have had a brother....

I DID have an older brother, and this IS pretty much what he and HIS friends did to me when *I* was a kid too - well, except for the 'grosser' stuff anyway! :P
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend (mm/mm)

Postby Mr.B » Mon Dec 13, 2010 9:24 pm

Man, Ryan and Justin are indeed really brave in your latest installment! :big: Because it takes a lot of courage to ask your friend to get near that "location"...!! :big: Too bad Jimmy wanted to be a nice guy and interrupted the start of the "itching powder" process!!

--> Suggestions: The mysterious "next chapter hint" makes me think that the younger boys will be getting a revenge on the older boys pretty soon. But, let's not make it too long because if Jimmy didn't feel bad for Ryan and Justin at the time then they'd possibly be enjoying the power of the itching powder right now. :big: Thus, I think we should make Ryan and Justin feel sorry after their "plan" has been implemented! :big:

By the way, thank you for telling their "mind stories" as well!! Notably the TUG situation when Ryan and Justin couldn't talk to one another but badly needed to pull together and work as a team. I've definitely enjoyed that part!! :big:

Thank you dudebound!

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend (mm/mm)

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Dec 14, 2010 7:23 am

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

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend (mm/mm)

Postby Mike111 » Tue Dec 14, 2010 4:57 pm

Great update!! The crotch region was certainly an interesting place to put your escape tools!

And whoops..! It looks like Connor/Jimmy/Chase are in some kind of danger right now..

Cheers!!
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Re: One Fun TUG Weekend (mm/mm)

Postby fratboydanny » Tue Dec 14, 2010 5:36 pm

Dudebound, this just gets better and better. loved Chapter 3 and all of its intensity, especially the Underarmour and the use of socks for gags and blindfolds, etc. this is one fan very much looking forward to Chapter 4 and wishing his name was Ryan....

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend (mm/mm)

Postby asdf2e » Tue Dec 14, 2010 7:07 pm

okay guys and gals... :) got several personal notes asking i continue with ryan and justin.... so... perhaps i'll figure that out for next chapter.. let's see

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend (mm/mm)

Postby asdf2e » Tue Dec 14, 2010 7:37 pm

bark collar question. I like the idea but can't figure out how to make sense of it... any advice base on the below?
-one type sprays a chemical. too dangerous to portray i think, cause if they're gagged (or not).. idea of causing allergic reaction or something that makes it hard to breathe. not fun
-the other has the high pitched noise. only dogs hear. so no use for that
-the "zapping" kind might work... is that the thought from some of you asking for it? zaps to the neck?

again i like it as a type of imposed "gag" if they make noise... thought of a scenario where that plays in to the fact the prisoners are left free of a gag but if htye shout for help, zap... etc.

or you guys thinking of another type?

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend (mm/mm)

Postby Mr.B » Tue Dec 14, 2010 7:57 pm

dudebound wrote:bark collar question. I like the idea but can't figure out how to make sense of it... any advice base on the below?
-one type sprays a chemical. too dangerous to portray i think, cause if they're gagged (or not).. idea of causing allergic reaction or something that makes it hard to breathe. not fun
-the other has the high pitched noise. only dogs hear. so no use for that
-the "zapping" kind might work... is that the thought from some of you asking for it? zaps to the neck?

again i like it as a type of imposed "gag" if they make noise... thought of a scenario where that plays in to the fact the prisoners are left free of a gag but if htye shout for help, zap... etc.

or you guys thinking of another type?


Choice C [the third one; which it's more like a shock collar that detects both sound + vibration in the throat]!

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend (mm/mm)

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Dec 14, 2010 9:58 pm

dingbatman wrote: Choice C [the third one; which it's more like a shock collar that detects both sound + vibration in the throat]!


Having to wear that type must really suck if you happen to have to cough or sneeze or get the hiccups at the time!!! :shock:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend (mm/mm)

Postby Mr.B » Tue Dec 14, 2010 10:19 pm

Jason Toddman wrote:
dingbatman wrote: Choice C [the third one; which it's more like a shock collar that detects both sound + vibration in the throat]!


Having to wear that type must really suck if you happen to have to cough or sneeze or get the hiccups at the time!!! :shock:


Ooooo, come on! This is just a story of TUG..no one will be harmed or injured in real life! :big:

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend (mm/mm)

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Dec 14, 2010 10:40 pm

No, but I thought it might make for an interesting plot complication! :twisted:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend (mm/mm)

Postby jessica615 » Wed Dec 15, 2010 5:16 pm

A friend of mine has a bark collar (she is a dog owner) and its vibration sensor is adjustable. Plus, don't you think it's important to have a brief spell of peace and quiet around when you have a person tied up in your house..? :tickle:

I can't wait for the continuation!!

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend (mm/mm)

Postby asdf2e » Wed Dec 15, 2010 8:56 pm

Some also requested a refresher on some of the characters, here ya go:

Ryan, 14, shaggy dusty-blonde hair, blue eyes. Skinny but energetic and full of mischief. Typical boy. Loves basketball and air-soft guns. Loves even more TUGs with his older brother, Connor, who he worships. In general, friends notice how excited he gets when he plays TUGs.

Connor, 18, buzz cut blonde hair, brown eyes. A physically developed, disciplined version of his little brother. Loves all things military, wants to join the marines. Hangs with popular, jock crowd but focuses on Young ROTC and martial arts (jujitsu) as his goals. Loves tying up his little brother in TUG games because Ryan enjoys the attention. But protective of him.

Justin, 14, thick brown hair, blue eyes. Ryan’s best friend. Skinny, shy boy. Not as passionate about TUGs but Ryan gets him into it when he’s bored. Like Ryan, dreams of being one of the older boys at school and no longer teased. However not as brave as Ryan at taking it.

Jimmy, 17, strawberry-blonde crew-cut hair, light blue eyes, pug nose, milky white skin with dash of freckles. Member of the wrestling team evidenced by his perfect body. A wholesome, corn fed goof-off but a rowdy, intimidating figure to many of the younger boys at school. Taken interest in martial arts through Connor.

Chase, 17, long black hair, dark eyes. Wrestles with Jimmy, his mentor. Has a menacing face and overly macho air. Like Jimmy, enjoys hazing younger teammates. Likes to wear socks or gear for days on end as a way of tormenting cornered rookies in the locker room.

Brody, 18, long blonde hair, light eyes. Local bad boy, punk than jock but hangs with the cool crowd and part of Jimmy and Connor’s circle. Although a ladies man in high school because of his born good looks, he’s a bit dumb and would rather skip school to smoke weed.

Re: One Fun TUG Weekend (mm/mm)

Postby jessica615 » Wed Dec 15, 2010 9:29 pm

dudebound wrote:Some also requested a refresher on some of the characters, here ya go:

Ryan, 14, shaggy dusty-blonde hair, blue eyes. Skinny but energetic and full of mischief. Typical boy. Loves basketball and air-soft guns. Loves even more TUGs with his older brother, Connor, who he worships. In general, friends notice how excited he gets when he plays TUGs.

Connor, 18, buzz cut blonde hair, brown eyes. A physically developed, disciplined version of his little brother. Loves all things military, wants to join the marines. Hangs with popular, jock crowd but focuses on Young ROTC and martial arts (jujitsu) as his goals. Loves tying up his little brother in TUG games because Ryan enjoys the attention. But protective of him.

Justin, 14, thick brown hair, blue eyes. Ryan’s best friend. Skinny, shy boy. Not as passionate about TUGs but Ryan gets him into it when he’s bored. Like Ryan, dreams of being one of the older boys at school and no longer teased. However not as brave as Ryan at taking it.

Jimmy, 17, strawberry-blonde crew-cut hair, light blue eyes, pug nose, milky white skin with dash of freckles. Member of the wrestling team evidenced by his perfect body. A wholesome, corn fed goof-off but a rowdy, intimidating figure to many of the younger boys at school. Taken interest in martial arts through Connor.

Chase, 17, long black hair, dark eyes. Wrestles with Jimmy, his mentor. Has a menacing face and overly macho air. Like Jimmy, enjoys hazing younger teammates. Likes to wear socks or gear for days on end as a way of tormenting cornered rookies in the locker room.

Brody, 18, long blonde hair, light eyes. Local bad boy, punk than jock but hangs with the cool crowd and part of Jimmy and Connor’s circle. Although a ladies man in high school because of his born good looks, he’s a bit dumb and would rather skip school to smoke weed.


Good overview! But to be honest, I only care about Ryan & Justin! :tickle: