## An old posting from this site

Post by Jack Roper » Fri Mar 11, 2011 3:43 pm

here's a great true (?) story by a guy named Frank from June 23, 2003.
Thought some of you might enjoy reading it again (or for the first time).
Aloha from tsunami-land,
Jack
Reliving History
This is a great page, and some of the stories have brought back many memories.
To start off, when I was twelve and my younger brother was ten, our parents were killed in a car accident. So Jeff and I went to live with our older half-brother. He was our father's son by a previous marriage, and he was a little older than we were at the time. He was in his twenties, and had finished college and was married. So Jeff and I went to live with Rob and his wife. They were good to us, and became like our parents.
When Rob was in college, he belonged to a fraternity. Sometimes some of his college friends would come around to visit, have a beer, and "shoot the bull" Jeff and I loved listening, especially when the stories were raunchy, which they often were. I was just sorry we couldn't go with Rob when he went out with his friends, but of course, we were too young.
Anyway, one evening Rob and two of his friends were talking, and one of them asked, "Do you remember our initiation?"
"I sure do," said Rob. "I didn't think they would ever untie us."
"I didn't either," laughed the third man. It seemed to go on forever."
At this my ears picked up. I was especially interested in watching TV programs and movies where people were tied up. I fanaticized about how it would be to be all bound up, but never thought it would ever actually happen. So I butted into the conversation and asked, "Did they really tie you guys up?"
"They sure did," said Rob's friend. "Eight of us I think - it was the finale of our initiation. They said it would 'bind us' to the fraternity."
They all laughed, and I let it drop. But a few weeks later some of Rob's friends were sitting in the living room talking during a football game. I was talking more privately with one of the men, and I asked, "Did your and Rob's fraternity really tie you guys up for initiation?"
"You bet they did," he laughed. "And kept us tied up too."
"Oh, for how long?"
"All weekend. They tied us up Friday afternoon, and didn't let us go until time for classes Monday morning."
"Did you like it?" I asked naively.
"Well, I wouldn't say that," he confessed. "But it was something we'll never forget. That's a long time to stay bound and gagged."
"They gagged you too!" I blurted out.
"Oh yes, we were tied and gagged and kept that way."
Then someone asked a question, and the conversation shifted, so I dropped it.
A few times I tried to question Rob about his initiation, but he usually brushed me off with short answers, moving on to something else.
Again, it was a while before I managed to bring up the initiation with any of Rob's friends. But one Sunday afternoon, again during some sports event that they were watching, I asked one of the men, "When the fraternity tied you guys up for initiation, what happened when you needed to go to the bathroom, or eat?"
"Well," he said, "We were naked, so going to the bathroom was no problem, and two or three times a day they would just untie your legs and let us go to the bathroom. Every evening they removed our gags, and let us squirm around to dog dishes where there was food and water. Then they replaced the gags."
"You let them replace the gags?" I asked.
"Didn't have much choice," he laughed. "They had painful ways to make us open our mouths, and then in went the spongy balls, and on went the duct tape. Not much we could say after that. Hey, Rob," the man shouted suddenly, "Your kid brother here is all interested in what it's like to be tied up. You should tie him up some time so he'll know."
As my heart started beating rapidly, I wondered what would happen, but Rob just laughed and said, "Not likely." And that was that. Oh, I asked questions whenever there was an opportunity, but they didn't say much more. All of this went on over a period of more than a year.
I was fourteen when it happened. I came home from school one Friday afternoon. It was the start of a three-day weekend as Monday was a holiday. I dropped my backpack, and headed for my bedroom. Jeff had gone to do something with a friend, so I was alone. As I walked down the hall, suddenly someone grabbed me, and slapped something - turned out to be tape -- over my eyes. There was a hand on my mouth, and a whisper said, "Be quiet."
The hands pulled me back into the main room, patting down the tape over my eyes so I couldn't see who it was. I was terrified to say the least. There was more than one person - I was sure of that. They held me, and said they were going to undress me, and I shouldn't resist. Overpowered, I let them take off my jacket, my shirt, my undershirt, and then unfasten my belt, drop my pants, remove my shoes, and sox, then my pants came off and finally my jockey shorts. I was naked.
Someone pulled my hands behind my back, and I felt rope on my wrists. Someone else tied my legs in three places. Rope surrounded my upper body holding my arms in place, and then they laid me down on the floor and pulled my legs up in back and tied them to my arms making a hog-tie. Someone whispered that I should open my mouth, but I refused, so suddenly someone pinched my right tit and I yelled, and in went a soft ball of some sort. They said I should close my mouth, and I did. I heart tape being torn, and my mouth was sealed with multiple wraps of tape. And there I was - bound, hog-tied, gagged, and blindfolded. I couldn't believe it. Terrifying, yet my fantasy come true. But who?
I lay there on the floor for a while, squirming around not hearing anything. Finally, I heard laughter, and then, "Should we let him see us?"
"Sure."
Hands began pulling at the tape over my eyes, and when it was gone, and when I could focus and adjust to the light, there was Rob and one of his friends.
"How you doin?" Rob asked.
I made sounds into the gag.
"Well, we decided to let you relive our fraternity initiation. How about that?"
I moved around as much as the rope and tape would allow. Rob and his friend watched me, and then the friend said, "Have a great weekend kid. You've been asking for it for a long time."
Well, I couldn't believe that they would keep me tied up all weekend. So I would just wait until they decided I'd had enough and they would let me go. Later Jeff came home and found me in the living room still bound and gagged. He thought it was wonderful. "Can we keep him that way?" He laughed. "I like it when he's tied up."
"Well," said Rob, "We'll keep him tied up until Monday morning. But we can't just leave him that way forever."
I protested in the gag. Not the whole weekend. This was more than I had wanted. Rob's wife came home and started making dinner, and everyone went about their activities as if there was nothing abnormal about having someone tied up in the living room. And I began to realize just was it was like to find myself restrained, unable to move much, unable to communicate. And nobody showed any inclination to untie me no matter how much I protested. They watched television, walked around me, and generally ignored me.
Dinner was late, and they ate without me. Then Rob came into the living room and released the hog-tie, and helped me stand. He told me if I needed the bathroom, to hop in and go, which I did. Then he guided me into the kitchen, and laid me on the floor, re-hog-tied me, and removed the gag. There was food in a dish, and I was to squirm around and eat if I was hungry. I had fifteen minutes.
I protested, saying I wanted to be untied. I begged, and Rob said I had better hurry and eat as the time was going fast. So I managed to get my mouth over by the food, and I positioned myself, and I ate what I could. Rob then took a damp cloth and washed off my mouth, and then told me to open my mouth again. I refused. Again, the punch on my tit, I screamed, and shortly I was gagged all over again. And I spent that evening, until bedtime, hog-tied and gagged in the living room.
At bedtime, Rob released the hog-tie, let me go to the bathroom, and then took me to my room and put me in my bed where he tied me in place. He removed the gag after making me promise not to make any noise. He said that while at the fraternity they had remained gagged the entire time, there was always someone with them, and that he thought it a bad idea to leave me both tied and gagged while alone. So he took off the tape, and then he left me, and I was tied that way all night.
The next morning I went to the bathroom, then to the kitchen (still hopping as I was still tied) and had breakfast on the floor. Then Rob guided me to the living room where I was again hog-tied and gagged - and I stayed that way all day with only one bathroom break. That evening they again ate dinner, and then let me eat. I spent Saturday night again tied, but not gagged. Sunday they repeated the program with only one change. That afternoon about four of Rob's friends arrived. They were delighted to find me all tied and gagged. And they all agreed that I had indeed asked for it. Of course, nobody paid any attention to my protests - they just laughed at me.
Sunday night, for some reason, Rob left me hog-tied as usual, but also gagged. I don't know why - he didn't explain. Monday morning he freed me completely.
At breakfast my "experience" was the main topic of conversation. What had I thought about it? Did I enjoy it? I did I said. Was I ever in pain? No. Did I feel stiff or sore after being tied up for so long? I sure did. Did I want to do it again ever? I didn't know. Maybe. Jeff said he never wanted to be tied up. I was less certain.
Well, to finish the story, a few years later I went to the same university that Rob had attended, and I pledged his fraternity. Sure enough, as part of the initiation, seven of us spent a weekend bound and gagged in the recreation room in the fraternity basement. And to my surprise, there to tie me up was Rob. He said he wouldn't miss it for the world. I survived. And two years later, I was there when Jeff pledged. And I got my opportunity to tie him up.
It was a great experience so many years ago. I wonder if that fraternity still does the same initiation?
Frank

### Re: An old posting from this site

Post by BoundTight1 » Mon Apr 18, 2011 6:14 am

awseome... It was my first time reading it...

### Re: An old posting from this site

Post by Gagged Guy » Wed Jun 15, 2011 11:11 pm

Thats a great story, sounds like people have a lot of fun in frats.
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### Re: An old posting from this site

Post by fratboydanny » Thu Jun 16, 2011 11:19 am

Oh most fraternity stories are just that. But, there can be some fun especially with ropes....

### Re: An old posting from this site

Post by Gagged Guy » Fri Jun 17, 2011 5:16 am

Your name seems to imply you have some first hand experience!
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### Re: An old posting from this site

Post by mikeybound » Fri Mar 15, 2013 12:29 pm

Where is this school?!