Captive Hike In The Hills

Postby sarwrductan » Fri Apr 22, 2011 3:05 pm

This story is true, however parts are fiction. Comments are welcome.

Snuggled in the suburb of a moderate sized,"moderate",town in southern Ohio, U.S.A. is a village called New Boston. New Boston has hills on two sides and the Ohio river on the south and ole Portsmouth on the west. We're right near where the Ohio river and Scioto rivers meet.

The hills take some people from 7 to 10 minutes to 15 to 20 minutes to hike to the top depending on fitness and may-be ages. I try now to hike them,it takes me half an hour. That's to give you an idea of how high they are.

The hills have lots of wind torn trees, some man made ponds, great scenic views, some as far as binoculars or telescopes will allow, if used.

Its in these hills where we find 21 yr old Paul, 5 ft. 11in tall,lanky, brown hair,blue eyes, with his hands bound behind and to his waist with quarter inch rope, and his feet in chain and locks hobbling him.
Paul's wearing a blindfold, has a bright red ball gag, and wearing blue P.E. shorts, sneakers, socks, no shirt. Paul's being led with a rope leash tied to his waist by Steve who is 5 feet 11 inches tall, has brown hair, eyes are brown. Steve is 19 years old.

Behind Steve and Paul is Mark; 18 yrs old, brown hair, brn. eyes, around 5 feet 9 inches tall ,small but husky. Paul is tall and lean, and Steve is muscles and grunt, not really someone you wanted to mess with unless you want a good scrap (LOL)...for some bumps and bruises.

Steve, Paul, and Mark have just reached the top of the hill, having cheated a little,using an access fire road, now barely used, to make it easier on Paul in his condition, to make the climb. Steve's already said Paul's taking the foot path going back down. to slip and slide, fall and roll some may-be.

There in the clearing near the overlook to the below view, they untie Paul's feet and strip him to his white cotton briefs, Steve holding Paul so he couldn't resist.
Then they take Paul to a tree and he has to kneel with his back to it, where after un-tieing him, they chain his hands behind him around the tree, and chain his ankles together behind.

Mark flips Paul's tent in his shorts making Paul wince and jerk away causing Paul's face to feel red and burning and Steve laughs and says,"Why's your face red..ahh-ahh..don't lie,I can see it even with your gag and blindfold" laughing more, smacking Paul's cheeks, tormenting him.

Paul's things are put in his backpack inside a plastic bag and then that's tied to a line draped over a tree branch and hoisted way up there; then the rope is rolled up and thrown up in the tree as well

Then Steve and Mark start the grill to fix the hamburgers and hot dogs they brought. Then proceed to set up the tent they brought. Mark was griping that they should make Paul set up the tent chained up in his underwear, so they could sit and shoot him with pebbles and rubber bands to keep him moving.

Mark and Steve were startled when three guys showed up coming up the path, one being led on a leash already in his underwear, his hands chained behind him to his waist, and his feet hobbled in chain and locks, and he was gagged plus had a hood over his head.

Tom 5 feet 9 inches with dark brown hair, always wearing a ball cap, had a hold of the leash of the other boy. whose name was Tim. Tim was 5 ft 8 in, brown hair, never noticed his eyes, you could see his ribs, and he's always on the computer or roll playing D+D with friends.

Tom was a little more filled out but still lean in appearances, a very active sort, and when he's excited, he talks fast and his words run together. Everyone always asks him to put that in English please. (LOL) His dad calls it talking under water.

And holding onto one of Tim's arms is Bobby, a short, lean, strong, blonde curly haired boy who my stepdad called "Shirley" one time when he saw him wearing a dress, saying Bobby reminded him of Shirley Temple, a child star (actor and singer) from the 1940's and 1950's.
Bobby stayed away from our house after that, and would get red in the face and angry when we'd bring it up,..LOL or show him Shirley's picture. In truth, he did look enough like her picture and could have passed as her were he not a boy.

Me? Sorry, that's me already chained to the tree since this story started. I'm Paul, in the story and the writer in the after time it all happened.

My stepdad tended to be a little kinky and hinted occasionally saying something to one of us or the other with sexual tones in it and he'd walk in on us when we were showering, or getting changed or dressed, then say" Ohh uhh excuse me, I'm sorry, I didn't know someone was in here " Things like that which would happen pretty often.

Anyway, Bob sat his backpack down. It had all of out TUGS supplies in it. Steve and Mark brought all the other half which had been tied on the back of Paul to carry.

Timmy is taken to a tree a few yards behind and to my right of me ( Paul) and secured to it just like me. Feet drawn back,around and behind plus his hands then locked in chains and locks. The poor boy's bag over his head still hadn't been taken off and the temperature has risen to a muggy 80 degrees
Steve urged Tom to take it off asking him how he would like it if he were stuck wearing it and gagged too with no water for over an hour and a half?

Tom's face flushed a bit, but he complied and took Timmy's covering off him and his gag, as Bobby brought water and a straw. Mark gave Paul some water removing his gag,but not the blindfold. Paul and Timmy can now join in the conversations. You know, the usual shootin the breeze kinds of things, while Bobby helps Steve put stakes in the ground ( like to tie someone out to) and Mark and Tom finish the tent, and the burgers.

Mark and Tom take Paul and Timmy their burgers they'd fixed for them and feed them while eating their own. Take a bite,chew it, then say,"Thank you Master, can I have another please"...Don't say it right you don't eat" They told us. Plus Tom was putting Timmy's burger up for him to bite and when he'd reach for it, Tom'd pull it away as if to get Tim to stretch his neck out as far as he could.

Of course Mark had to have his fun too so Tim and Paul ended up with hamburger drippings (mustard+ketchup,etc) all up and down their chests and stomachs and the guys just smeared it with their hands wiping them on our faces.

All this fun started about 10:00 this morning, and its now approaching about 1:00 in the afternoon. The sun's hot, there's a haze out over the village below hanging like hilltop level and we're all sweating it; but keeping with games to see who's next to get tied up in their underwear, or some costume drawn from a bag while blindfolded. First game will be five card stud. First two who scores 250 wins over the rest of us and we get owned however they choose.

Boy did that turn out unlucky for me, and Tom who after we had to select our costume from the tent without looking in, had to go in one at a time and put it on. I got rubber incontinent pants which are gummed rubber inside supposed to have a cotton liner but mine were without and pepper was sprinkled in the back of me with water added and you think itching powder is bad, heh, try this one on a hot summer day. My tale end and nuts were on fire starting ten minutes after added and I was chained belly to belly with Tom who was wearing spandex shorts with no underwear, and our hands and fingers were sealed in cardboard and duct tape then taped with his hands around my waist and my hands around his waist, and our feet were taped together also.

We had to free Mark and Tim who were staked out on the ground side by side one of them laying on scissors and the keys to free ourselves with. Neither of them knew which one was laying on them because Steve buried them when everyone was blindfolded or couldn't see. Mark and Tim are gagged, socks rolled in their mouth and duct tape about three times around their heads

Bobby and Steve have Tom and I blindfolded and used a 1" pvc T joint used in plumbing as our gag(s) making us bite on either side then taping us like that and putting a funnel in the open stem remaining which if they poured anything in both Tom and I would get it at the same time, separately.

So we had to get those guys loose and they had to keep us from them by trying to whizz in the funnel when they thought they could. That would end their tie up right there, and they'd be freed. Tom and I and who ever the unfortunate one left was, would be forced to endure longer for failing or taking too long.

If you're into this and want more please say so. Thanks for your views and comments. Please enjoy.
Last edited by sarwrductan on Sun Apr 24, 2011 8:48 am, edited 1 time in total.
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: Captive Hike In The Hills

Postby Jase1010 » Fri Apr 22, 2011 10:41 pm

More more more! You're so inventive!

Re: Captive Hike In The Hills

Postby sarwrductan » Sat Apr 23, 2011 3:54 am

We all know the humility with being tied the way Tom and I were, facing each other, our arms trapped around each other and taped to suck on a one inch pvc T looking like we're kissing, right? Also, there's the rubber pants I'm wearing with the pepper which keeps me squirming trying to scratch myself or rub against something(Tom), to get away from that liquid pepper...right?

The guys staked out ain't having any picnic with two guys chained together wallowing on them trying to maneuver to find the keys and scissors buried under them. Both are staked out ,their privies ready to fire urine at Tom and I, we're helpless in the hot sun, the dust, humidity, The stabbing with duct taped hands awkwardly trying to move bodies to win freedoms.

Well all that struggling and trying to maneuver and dig under those staked out, Tom's hands came free first, then mine. Man were we happy!
Tom got the tape off our heads and mouths, while I went immediately to ease my burning from the pepper against my skin inside those rubber pants. Scratching seemed to make it worse and rubbing seemed to spread it and Steve and Bobby were laughing their selves goofy watching us.

I reached and pulled the stake holding Tim's hand out of the ground so he could sit up and start getting himself loose and Tom freed Mark's legs from the stakes holding him down. Ole Steve and Bob had come upon us to stop us but we succeeded before they could stop us. They got mad and stomped off going down the trail with the keys and our clothes before we could get loose and stop them.
Last edited by sarwrductan on Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:12 am, edited 2 times in total.
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: Captive Hike In The Hills

Postby mike418 » Sat Apr 23, 2011 6:57 am

Good story!

Re: Captive Hike In The Hills

Postby sarwrductan » Sat Apr 23, 2011 7:33 am

Thanks Mike 418 and Jase1010 much oblidged.
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: Captive Hike In The Hills

Postby Jase1010 » Sat Apr 23, 2011 7:57 am

Awesomestory, your rubbered butt must have been bouncing with the itch and having to share a gag! Oh man!

Re: Captive Hike In The Hills

Postby sarwrductan » Sun Apr 24, 2011 11:37 am

Mark was cussing them for taking off with their clothes and went to the tent once he and Tim were free to look through the costumes for something to wear while Tim was trying to get the tape off our feet laughing when we'd cuss about the hair being pulled on our legs.

Tom and I are back to back now, and I'm trying to pick the lock holding us together and he's trying to wiggle himself out of the chain around us claiming he can do it and I'm griping and grouchy he won't hold still. Well he was right, he could slip out like taking a pair of pants off..it hurt leaving scraped skin on both of us but I was so glad.

I went in the tent and got my undershorts and ran to the pond about ten minutes off along the ridge. It dawned on me that Mark somehow missed seeing my undershorts and had put an incontinent diaper on to go look for Steve and Bobby...I smiled to myself :tickle: about that. You'd had to seen that to appreciate seeing Mark in a diaper half way taped on and sagging :P :oops: he having to hold it up and griping about it all the way down the trail :lol: that's all he had on too.

I got washed off in the mosquito infested, green mossy like, half dried up little pond, and put my underwear back on just as Tom and Tim showed up and I showed them the red patches where that pepper ate my skin off and ole Tom pushed me and said ," Man...I don't want to see your bare butt!...You ain't supposed to get dressed anyways, you're still our slave till tonight or tomorrow" That's when they chained my hands behind me, put the red ball gag back on me, then one on each arm ,escorted me back to camp where Steve Bobby and Mark had come back, and were waiting for us

Mark had put his clothes on, and Tim went to get his back on. :lol: He'd been wearing this short sleeved ballet leotard like it were undies.

Mark had met Steve and Bobby coming back up the trail, as they were coming back from Arby's, where they'd bought about 20 roast beef sandwiches,and at a carry-out, 2 two liter bottles of pop, one Pepsi and the other Mountain Dew, and they were eating.

Steve made Tom free me so I could eat, but first, I had to go put that incontinent diaper on that Mark wore earlier, and a T-shirt with the sleeves cut out, then bring the duct tape when I come back. When I did, he taped the t-shirt inside the diaper around my waist and kept wrapping till the tape tabs were all sealed over and I'm trapped in the diaper.Then I had to wear that ballet leotard Tim had on earlier over my outfit. I know my face was red, as I could feel my cheeks burning, and More so, when they gave me my pop in a baby bottle, nipple and all, requiring me to drink it that way.

We ate till we thought we'd bust, and there was a hearty round of burps and laughing at the weirdest sounding ones, and trying to out do the other finishing the sentence,"I'm so full I could..." I won't bore you with that and besides I barely remember.
Tom and Bobby more or less lay back in the heat of the evening finishing off the pop. Steve and Mark tie me and Tim up again and gag us for a walk.

Steve locked a chain around my waist, then tied my hands behind my back. Before cinching off and knotting,he fed the rope through the links of the chain,then secured it. He put the red ball gag back on me and then put a slip noose around my neck for a leash.

Mark tied Timmy's hands to his legs on each side after making him dress in a T-shirt, which I had had Cindy fix for me that's sewed between the legs and zips up in back. Timmy had to wear it over his white briefs. After that Mark, locks a chain to Timmy's feet allowing him about six inches walk space between his
feet, then stuffed a bandanna in his mouth and taped it, going around his head about 3 times. Then he put a leash on Timmy and off we're led.

Man..We must have walked for an hour along the top of that hill. It seemed like the sun would never go down. When it was barely above the horizon, we were heading back, Timmy and I eaten alive with mosquito bites, as well as Mark and Steve. But they had more protection than we did, and they could swat the varmints where we couldn't. And being gagged all we could do was moan and aaraugggh! :twisted: :lol:

When we got back to the others, My leash was used to tie my knees to my chest or neck in a drawl and I was cradled between Bobby and Tom and made to drink the rest of the bottle while Mark took pictures with the computer camera one of them had brought.

By then it was dark and our grill was long burned out. The mosquitoes were worse, and while everyone packed up and loaded me and Timmy up with all of it, we stood there tied and gagged with no choice but to let them; still dressed in our little outfits.

We have to take the trail down this time because if we use the road, we'll be seen and attract some unwanted attention from some school mates from the year before, who're not likely to let us pass without some disturbance of an instigative sort.
Boy was that a pain. Timmy and I got stung more, we got scratched by briars, the lead kept letting go of low branches and catching one of us in the face or across our necks, as we'd try to duck, and we slid several times landing on our load, or on our butts,or on rocks once, we were both hurting when we finally reached bottom.

Bobby and Tom went to get the car while Steve and Mark stayed with Tim and me, just out of sight of the road still in the woods. They unloaded us but we were going to be riding home as we are,sitting in the back seat, or we could ride in the trunk together...our choice. We ended up getting on the floor on our knees with our heads down, in a mini van. Bobby's dad had switched the vehicles while we were on the hill. The mini van had lots of windows and would show too much of us for the guy's comforts...I mean, around here you don't ride around with people tied up and gagged in plain open. Not even in a van.

Finally, we get home. We went to Marks house. His dad's working and there is no mom anymore, so we have the house to ourselves until 7:00 a.m.
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: Captive Hike In The Hills

Postby mikeybound » Wed Apr 24, 2013 7:49 pm

Just how much of this was fictional?

Re: Captive Hike In The Hills

Postby Jase1010 » Fri May 31, 2013 1:16 am

I miss your stories. :(