Awaken to Where?

Postby Three » Fri Feb 19, 2010 6:33 am

A user, on another TUG site, referred me to this one and asked if I could rewrite them onto here. So, enjoy and feedback, please!
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I started to whimper.

The roll of tape that had wrapped around my hands was tight and the circulation had, what it felt like, cut off.
My wrists ached from the continuous rubbing and struggle of the bounds. My elbows, also tied together – but with rope – felt numb and loose, leaving amounts of pain in my shoulders from knocking on the floor.

I tried kicking off the rope tied on my legs. The strings of rope had been wrapped around five times, below and above my knees. Movement was poor and required energy, which I had none of.

The annoyance of fluff from a hanky, in my mouth, made the situation even more frustrating. I’d of pushed it out but my mouth was concealed with rolls of tape wrapped around my head. Also silencing my ever screaming cries of help, or at least some attention.

My body was hot, and my skin was getting clammy. The repeated drip of sweat from my forehead made me feel insane! Drip, drip...

After minutes of silence, I began moving. Firstly, onto my side this gave me a wider view of my surroundings.

All there was were cardboard boxes full of, what appeared to be, books and old records. The floor was hollow – I worked out from knocking my feet on the floor – so it must be an attic of some sort. Also a wooden chair, which had my blue school blazer and tie placed upon. My school shoes also were placed underneath the chair, but there was no sight of any school bags.

How long have I been passed out, I wondered. I just remember th-…A floorboard creak. Someone? Could this finally be help? Or is it…

The footsteps followed towards the door. A shadow casted under the door frame and door knob began to turn…

I didn’t know whether to look, or to close my eyes.
A squeamish feeling fell into my body and the door began to open.

“Luke…” came a whisper. The door opened slightly, creaking, and a cold breeze followed in.
A white trainer stepped into the room, followed by black trousers, a blue blazer then finally the face of a freckled boy. Ben.

I mumbled into my gag, shuffling my body across the floor.
He giggled, like a girl, and his full body emerged from behind the door – which he shut after entering.

Dropping his school bag by the door, he power-walked over to me. Kneeling down to my face, he took his hand to the end of the tape. Then slowly, bringing it across my face removed it and patted it to the floor. I immediately spat the hanky – full of dribbled spit - from my mouth, turned to him and yelled, “You idiot!” then frowned angrily.

“Ssh, my mum’s downstairs…” he said, his finger on his lips. That’s where he brought me, to his house.
“You weren’t meant to leave me for a night!” I groaned, trying to sit up - with whatever energy remained.

He continued to giggle, “Didn’t get out then?” and sat with his knees to his chin. He was a complete idiot, all he had to do was look at me and he’d answer his own question. “Ben, my hands are killing, please…” I sighed, struggling against them.
He paused and grinned at me… “What?” I asked.

“The deal was I take you somewhere blindfolded, leave you there and you get free…” He explained. I rubbed my face on my shoulder, scratching at an annoying itch. He continued, “The only way to get out is to get out by your self…” then gave a look of evilness.
He must be joking? I thought.

I started to whimper, “Ben, I’ve been tied, gagged and left in a boiling attic all night… you don’t seriou-” before I could finish he raised his finger to my lip, his finger was cold but soft.

I groaned, ever since we started new tie-up games Ben started to get more mean and harsh. My body hated it, but my mind loved it.

“I’ll get you some water, crisps… then I’ll see you after school. Ok?” he whispered, as though someone was listening in. I didn’t want to say anything more, in case he changed his mind about the refreshments.

He didn’t seriously plan on leaving me tied up during school, though... did he?

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I will be writing more parts if it's enjoyable to some. Thanks for reading!

Re: Awaken to Where?

Postby Misquamicut » Fri Feb 19, 2010 10:13 am

Luke is in a heap of trouble. I can't wait to read what happens next.

Re: Awaken to Where?

Postby Three » Sat Feb 20, 2010 12:04 pm

Part 3 of Awaken to Where. Enjoy, feedback.
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Once Ben had given me the much needed dose of water and snack food to keep me going he began packing his bag for school.
But, of course, before he left he stuffed a newer and cleaner hanky into my mouth – before concealing my mouth with a strip of duct-tape.

I had no way of telling the time, just the numbness spreading through my body.

Clumsy was Ben, seeming he only placed one strip of duct tape across my mouth and little it was. After, what seemed hours, of pushing my tongue – passed the hanky – against the sticky back of the tape it had unstuck and was now hanging awkwardly down my left cheek. I pushed the hanky out of my mouth and was now settled in front of my face.

From moving off my back, onto my front then finally onto my side I still couldn’t find a comfortable position to settle into. Each new position came with new struggles against my bounds. Though, however hard I tried against them it just became tighter and more painful for my body.

I gave up struggling when suddenly footsteps were coming from behind the door.

“Ben, is that you…?” I whispered, thank god he was back, he might finally untie me. As I began to sit up a sense of worry overcame me. What if-…
The door opened.

“Yeah, mum, I’ll just put this box up here…” shouted a voice. Not Ben’s…

The door flung open and in came Ben’s bigger brother… Jared.
He came through the door with his back facing it, carrying a box of what seemed like more books. He placed the box down then turning around, he paused. His eyes glared at me… tied up on his attic floor with a piece of duct-tape hanging from my cheek. And, not to forget, a spat-soaked hanky laid next to me.

I had to say something, before he does something I’ll regret. “Jared, it’s not what it looks like…” But he just continued glaring at me.

The room stopped into an awkward silence.
Jared closed the attic door then sat on the wooden chair that had my blazer and tie placed on it. He stroked his chin then sighed, “So, Ben did this to you…?” He asked.
I nodded. Suddenly, he grinned…

“Jared, I know it’s asking a lot… but, could you untie me, mate, please?” I asked, trying my best to sweet talk my way out of this stupid moment. But, from the look on his face he had other plans…

Jared eased himself off of the chair and kneeled down to my foot, he began to remove my right sock. “Jared… what are you doing?” I asked. He didn’t reply, he just kept on smiling.

Moving along the floor, on his knees, he placed his hand onto my jaw. “Open up, Lukey…” he laughed as he placed my sock – the one I had worn for a day and a half, through heat and sweat – to my mouth. I kept my mouth shut, grinding my teeth together.
I wasn’t about to give in so easily when suddenly Jared spoke, “If you open your mouth, and stop being a baby, I’ll let you get your own back on Ben, eh?” he chuckled.
My own back, on Ben? His offer was tempting… but, moving my head from side to side I nodded no.

He sighed. Putting the sock down, he then pushed me onto my back and sat on my belly. “I’ll give you one more chance” he said.

Suddenly, he wriggled his fingers against my armpits, causing my body to tense and shake like mad. “No, no, please” I cried, screaming with laughter. He laughed with me, moving his fingers to the side of my belly then moving to my toes.
Whenever my laugh rose too loud he’d place his hand to my mouth, telling me to be quiet or else his mum would come up and I’d be in even more trouble.

Through what seemed thirty minutes of tickle torture I reluctantly gave in, “Ok, I’ll open my mouth!” I giggled. He stopped and laughed as I rolled between his legs, struggling to get away from the tedious fingers of his.

Picking up the sock he placed it against my lips, once again. This time I slowly opened my mouth as he slipped it through my teeth. I knew either way Jared was going to somehow get me to open my mouth. After all, he was sixteen years old; I and Ben were only fourteen.

The taste of sweat was horrible and soon filled my mouth. I wanted to cough it out but Jared’s hand kept it in. “Stop being a baby!” he laughed, trying to bite a strip of duct tape from the roll Ben had left earlier.
Through many biting and sighs of frustration, Jared tore a piece of tape off then swiftly placed it across my mouth.

Standing up he took a look at me. I wriggled about, like a worm, before I could sit myself up. He noticed my discomfort – “If I untie your arms will you be a good boy while I retie them back up on the chair?” he asked. I immediately nodded.
The hard floor was hell to sit on.

Standing me onto my feet, he untied the rope from my elbows then bit the tape from my wrists. Though, it took him some time.

I wanted to spare my chances and fight him off, but he was stronger and with my feet still tied together I’d be better off doing as I was told.

Pushing my blazer and tie onto the floor and kicking my shoes from under the chair, he placed me onto the seat. Moving my arms about he experimented many ways of how he could tie my hands up. He could tie them behind then string them to my feet or he could tie them to the hand rests.

“Put your arms behind the chair” he said, playing with the ropes. I did as I was told and placed my hands together behind my back, in a sort of X shaped way. He began putting the rope around my hands, going in all ways – tightening them every now and then which really hurt when it pinched my skin.

I groaned through my gag but it only came out as “Mmph!” which made him laugh.

When he finished my hands he followed the rope to the ones binding my legs, below the knees. Wrapping it around that rope I soon came hogtied on a chair.

“Now we wait for Ben, ok” he said and looked around the room with a puzzled look. While he did so, I wriggled my hands in the new bounds… it seemed less tight then Ben’s, but surely being older he’d have more experience from tying knots?

“Right, when Ben gets here you keep quiet, I’ll jump on him then I’ll tie him to that beam over there…” he explained, pointing to a quite thick beam in the corner of the small attic. It was about 6 foot away from me and looked like it was made of hard wood.

Jared fetched some more rope from his shed and more duct tape – mine and Ben’s was running short from the countless times we’ve used it – and patiently waited by the door.
By the time it appeared Jared was going to give up, footsteps were coming up to the door.

Poor Ben, if only he knew what he was going to walk into. That is… if it was Ben.

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Watch out for a next parts!

Re: Awaken to Where?

Postby mikeybound » Wed May 12, 2010 1:42 pm

this is a great story! how come i never heard of you before!

Re: Awaken to Where?

Postby Three » Sun May 16, 2010 1:36 pm

Jared grinded his teeth as he moved farther from the door. His eyes tensed as he waited to pounce - it even sounded like he was panting from all the excitement.

The footsteps came to a halt again and the shadow casted under the door frame. Please let it be Ben, I thought.
This situation has already gotten out of hand…

That moment the door flung open, hitting hard against the wall and there stood Ben - what appeared to be at least – carrying a tray of crisp packets and bottles of water.
“Sorry, Luke! The caretaker kept me behin-…” he stood there and frowned at me, glancing to the chair then to the floor. All the mean time Jared kept quiet behind Ben, luckily he wasn’t seen.

“Luke… how did you…” he stuttered, placing the tray onto the floor he reached his hand out to pull the duct tape from my mouth when Jared took action.

The door slammed and Ben swivelled round with the look of great confusion on his face. Jared immediately ran to Ben, gripped his hands and pulled them behind his back, then forced Ben to his knees. “Argh, Jared! Stop! Mum!” he yelled, trying to pull his hands to the front of his body.
“Be quiet, numpty! If mum finds out about this you’ll be in deep trouble!” hissed Jared. Ben sobbed but his struggling knew no mercy.

Pushing Ben onto his belly, Jared sat on top of him and pulled one of Ben’s arms under his legs so only one arm was free. With that he created a loop around the arms wrist, he tugged at it making sure it was tight and Ben just grunted. “What do you think you were doing, leaving Luke in our attic?” asked Jared as he pulled Ben to his feet. “Me and Luke we…” he paused… “We do tie-up games…” He muttered. Embarrassed having to say it to his brother.

Meanwhile I was watching with great anticipation, Jared had complete control over Ben’s body. Let’s just be hopeful he lets me go after?

Jared placed Ben’s back against the beam and pushed him to his knees. With each hand he took hold of Ben’s and bent behind the beam. He began tying the other end of the rope to Ben’s untied wrist. “Ouch, Jared! Not too tight?” Ben said, he had gave up struggling… perhaps he finally came to realise he would never win against Jared, no matter how hard he tried.

“There we go!” laughed Jared, taking a step back from Ben whose hands were wrapped around the beam and tied on the other side. Jared looked at his work but soon saw a flaw.

Taking hold of Ben’s feet he pulled them to the sides of the beam then began tying them the same way he did with Ben’s wrists.
From Ben’s face he was completely petrified; his legs were now 20 inchs apart, leaving much space to glance at.

“This isn’t fair!” whined Ben, “Luke’s on a chair and I’m tied to a beam?” He carried on whining as Jared took the roll of duct tape from his jumper pocket. Ben then suddenly noticed as Jared ripped a piece of.

“Jared, you dare!” He yelled, “I’ll ge-… mphh!” Soon the piece of tape was covering his mouth, thankfully. Jared just laughed as he watched his little brother squirm against the beam, pulling angry faces.

Then, Jared turned and glared at me…

As Jared moved towards me a voice came from downstairs, “Ben? Jared? What are you doing up there?” the voice sounded like Ben’s mum. Was she going to save me?

Jared grunted, “Ben went out and, uh… some boxes fell over in the attic! Don’t worry!” he yelled back. All the while Ben was groaning through his gag, but it was only silenced murmurs – I remained silent.

“Jared, can you come here, please…” a manly voice called back, it was probably Ben’s dad – though, Jared didn’t have the same father. Apparently he left when his mum was pregnant.

“You better keep it quiet, ok? If I find out any of you make a sound you’ll be dead meat!” hissed Jared, closing the attic door as he left the room. Soon followed by footsteps as he went downstairs, leaving me with Ben.

“Mmmph!” Ben cried, wriggling his hands and body. I glared at him and frowned confused. Although he didn’t have a sock in his mouth the tape was still quite effective so communication was very poor. He rolled his eyes and started nodding his head at the floor, near me.
Looking to wear he was nodding I saw a shiny reflection catch my eye. There on the floor was the pair of scissors Jared had bought up with him.

“Mmph?” I muttered to Ben who started rolling his eyes and groaning, still nodding. “Mmmph! Mmmph!” he replied, nodding harder. I sighed and started testing the bounds again; maybe there was a chance to get out.

After a few minutes it seemed Jared was never going to come back. I was still fiddling with ropes and Ben hadn’t really received any attention from me.

“Luke!” a voice hissed.

My head immediately scanned the room, someone had found us? Then, when all the thrill brew up I turned to Ben who had managed to rid the tape from his mouth. “Knock the chair down and get the scissors, plonker!” he whispered.
Did he really expect me to do that? What would happen if Jared came in as I was trying to get them?
“Mmph!” I moaned back, meaning no.

“Jez! If you don’t we’ll be stuck here and Jared will start punishing us!” he said, raising his voice. He was right.

The scissors weren’t too far from reach, perhaps if I knocked the chair over I’d be able to reach them… just maybe.

I gripped my hands onto the back of the chair and started to rock the chair from side to side. The rope was hurting my wrists but I had no other way out. “That’s it!” squealed Ben, thriving with excitement.
Just a little more swing…

Suddenly, the chair toppled and before I knew it I was lying on the floor - still attached to the chair. “Yes!” giggled Ben, grinning at me.

I had no time to moan about the pain on my shoulder, I had to get to the scissors quick before…

“Well, well, well…” a voice laughed. My back was to the door but from Ben’s face it wasn't good.

I heard something being placed down then feet appeared before my eyes. Looking up, I sighed…

Re: Awaken to Where?

Postby Three » Wed May 19, 2010 2:21 pm

Enjoy the next part - I already have the story all written out but I'll load it up bit by bit. Also, if you do want more please tell me. (:

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To much disappointment the person was… Jared.
I began to whimper behind my gag as, from obvious view, Jared was amused at my toppled situation.

He knelt down and pushed the chair to its four legs – though, he did struggle seeming as it included my weight.
He reached his arm out and without slowly peeling the tape off he grabbed one end and ripped it from my cheeks. The burning sensation now on my cheeks made me whimper even more than I was originally.
I spat the odorous sock from my mouth and began to wriggle my jaw.

“What were you playing at?” Jared asked as he began unscrewing the lid off a water bottle that Ben had previously bought up with him. “Please, I’m in so much pain, Jared” I cried, “It’s been two days… two long, tiring days of being tied and gagged and kept in a boiling attic…” he sighed with sympathy.

“Well, I, uh… guess” he replied and with that he pulled a pocket knife from his jumper and walked behind the chair. “Thank you! Thank you!” I wept as the ropes became loose as he cut through them. Soon my hands were free and I immediately brought them to my eyes.

Red rings were circled around my wrists and it felt as though my wrists had no life at all. What was I going to tell my parents when they saw this? I thought.

Jared moved onto my feet and before you could say “abracadabra” I was on my feet, though struggling. It’s amazing how strange it feels standing on your legs after two days of legs like mermaids!

I honestly wanted to cry as I experimented with my reflexes. Besides the few red marks and numbness in certain areas everything was tip-top. Now, my attention could be given to Ben who looked mortified…

“The tables have turned, Ben!” I laughed as I walked up towards him. He moved his back closer to the pillar with every step I took before knocking his head on it. Jared broke the weird moment by asking me, “What do you want to do with him?” a grin was plastered to my face. Revenge was going to taste sweet.

“Listen, Luke… it was a game, right?” wept Ben as he appeared even more uncomfortable.

I knelt down to Ben’s feet and began removing his sock; he squirmed as I did so. Crying he was shaking like a doll. He knew what was to come but just as I was about to commence my revenge Jared stopped me.

“I think it’d be best if you went home first… I mean, it’s been two days and you kind of… smell…” he told me as he took Ben’s sock from my hand.
As much as I did want to enforce justice on Ben, Jared was right. My parents knew I was sleeping at Ben’s for a night and knowing my mum she’d probably have suspected I’ve been kidnapped!

Groaning, I reluctantly began to pick my bag from the floor, my tie, my blazer and slipped my feet into my shoes.

Just as I opened the door Jared called out to me, “Come back tomorrow…” the words widened my smile.
When I arrived home my mum started to yell at me, asking why I was in my uniform and why I looked so sweaty and tired. Thankfully, she hadn’t noticed the red marks from the rope or else she’d start an even louder row and the luck that my dad wasn’t yet home from work.

That whole night I couldn’t stop thinking of Ben. Finally the tables had turned and it was his night of uncomfortable positions and frightful thoughts. In my mind I was cooking up plans of how I would take out my revenge, how should I punish Ben? He did leave me tied in his attic for two days. Two days.

Fortunately, it was a Saturday seeming as on Thursday Ben tied me up then on Friday I missed school – which made my mum question me even more about the school ringing on my absence – then with Luke coming to my rescue.
I woke early and dressed in jeans, green top with a grey hooded jumper on top then putting my black Van shoes on I walked to Ben and Jared’s house.

What if when I left on Friday Jared had already started torturing Ben… what if Ben had gotten out?

Walking up to their door I rang the bell with the door being opened by Ben’s mum who seemed surprised. “Oh, hello Jared, can I help you?” she asked, frowning. What did she mean, can I help you? “Is Jared in…?” I replied, her face seemed to frown more with my reply. “He’s upstairs, in his bedroom. I thought Ben would have came with you?” she peered passed me into her garden as if looking to find him.
It came clear. Jared must have said that Ben was staying over at my house so his parents wouldn’t be suspicious on his where abouts.

His mum called up the stairs for Jared who soon came halfway down the stairs before noticing it was me. “Uh, Luke, come upstairs” he said, then made his way back up and with his mum’s consent I soon followed him.

Taking my shoes off at the door I walked up the stairs, turning left along the side of the hallway that passed Jared’s room and the bathroom then walked up another set of small stairs that went left leading to the attic. The house was a maze really…

“Did you do anything to him?” I asked, scratching my head awkwardly but Jared just shrugged his shoulders and nodded no. His hand reached to the attic’s doorknob and my insides suddenly lifted. What state was Ben going to be in? My question was answered when the door slowly opened.

Inside the small room Ben no longer was tied to the pillar but now he had been moved to the side of the room and was, what appeared, to be cuffed to the radiator. He was awake, with tape stripped along his eyes and another strip across his mouth. He immediately started to mumble under the tape, what he was saying I had no clue.

Jared walked beside his brother then kneed down to quickly rip the tape from Ben’s eyes. It looked painful and by Ben’s reaction it appeared it was.

He blinked and squinted as his eyes adjusted to the daylight, and then looking around the room his eyes set on me. His eyes widened and his jaw up and down as he tried to say something. “Is there something in his mouth? I mean, I can hardly hear him” I said to Jared who was just leaning against the wall with his mobile in his hand – he ignored his brother’s moaning. “I put a hanky in there, I mean it is quite effective right?” he went to pat his brother’s head, “Didn’t want him waking up mum and dad now…” he chuckled before returning to his phone.

Taking a seat on the wooden chair I examined Ben who seemed a bit panicky as he kept nodding up trying to say to remove his gag. I just continued to stroke my hair and bite my lip. Was I feeling sorry for Ben?

“So” Jared sighed, “What do you want to do with him?” then slid his phone into his pocket. I just tilted my head to the side, as I usually do when I think and suddenly all the ideas I had from the previous night slipped away. “How about some tickle torture?” I suggested and Jared nodded in agreement. A smirk placed on his face and a small one on mine.

Jared thought it’d be best if Ben wasn’t cuffed to the radiator, for safety reason, and it’d be just best to place him in the middle of the room. Away from knocking his head or anything else that would cause disruption to the tickling torture session. So after recuffing Ben he pulled him from his feet into the middle of the room – Ben started to wriggle to the walls already. Maybe now he’d understand how it felt for me.

“Should we take the gag off?” I asked but Jared swiftly answered with a no. Why? Surely Jared would take into consideration that his brother could choke? “He’s going to choke if we don’t take the gag off” I explained but Jared just groaned and turned to his brother who had already stopped moving and widened his eyes with pleads. “Ok…” he said, then bending down to his brother’s face he ripped the tape from his cheeks and from around the back of his head. It had been wrapped two times around his head, if only a piece across the cheeks wasn’t enough.

“Luke, please, don’t! You know I only did what I did for fun, please!” Ben wept after spitting what was actually a sock (rather than a hanky!) from his mouth. I thought about what he had said, I guess it was true. It was all the fun but then a thought came into my head. Jared was the one who tickled me, not Ben. And I know that Ben would have untied me when he’d of got back from school anyway, he wasn’t one to ignore a person’s moans. Maybe Jared was the actual one I should we getting tickle torture revenge on?

“Tickle him then!” Jared groaned, by the look in his face he was dying to see his brother squeal with laughter. If I don’t tickle Ben now he’d suspect something was up, I had to get him out before I could help Ben.

Moving to Ben, I knelt down and positioned my hands ready to wriggle against Ben’s sides. He started to plead and move away but I sat on top of his legs so his efforts were useless. Staring at Ben then at Jared my hands drew closer to Ben. Then, finally reaching his sides I started to wiggle them.
Ben shot out with laughter as he struggled to get away, he was still pleading but at the same time screaming with laughter.

It seemed no problem he was too loud but I took breaks when Ben’s face got too red. Wiggling my fingers from his sides up to his armpits he really started to scream and his laughter took over his pleads as he turned bright red and started to kick at the floor with his bound feet.

“What the hell is going on up there!” cried a voice, suddenly, from downstairs and soon footsteps came up the stairs.
I robotically slammed my hand against Ben’s mouth, silencing his laughter a bit as Jared moaned. “They’re coming!” I squealed, but Jared just paced up and down in the room. The footsteps got louder on the wooded floorboards in the hallway. “I’ll talk to her, you keep him quiet!” he hissed, pointing to Ben.

Shutting the door behind him, Jared left the room and conversation was soon heard between him and his mum. Ben was a good boy and remained silent so I removed my hand and he took deep breaths of air. “I’ll get you out of this soon…” I whispered to him and his face suddenly seemed to light up. “Then we’ll get our revenge on Jared!” I silently giggled and so did Ben.

A minute had passed before Jared returned; his charm had worked on his mum who said she was going to go out food shopping. Lucky for us, I thought.

He opened the door and stood into the room.
“Now, where were we?” he laughed. He locked the door behind him.

Re: Awaken to Where?

Postby Three » Thu Aug 26, 2010 5:54 pm

“You don’t need to lock the door…” I explained to Jared, I stood up from sitting on Ben and faced Jared who slipped the key into his front jean pocket. “Oh, but I do…” he laughed. His hand moved behind his back and he soon brought a pair of the same handcuffs on Ben to his front. “The store had an offer, I couldn’t resist a two for one…” he laughed.

He moved forward. I stepped back.

“Please, don’t make this hard for me” he said, then displayed a roll of tape from his other back pocket. “You, you said I could get my revenge on Ben…” I stuttered as he drew closer. He rolled his eyes, “I know you’re going to stab me in the back, Luke, I’m not stupid!” he sighed. Were my facial expressions that obvious?

He pounced his body towards me but I soon dodged and ran to the door before pulling at the doorknob – totally forgetting it was locked. Before I had chance to turn around my body crashed into the door as Jared slammed against me. He drew one of my wrists to the cuffs then shut it, cuffing one of my wrists. I lifted my arm in front of me as Jared tried to yank it behind with one hand and his other hand holding the end of the cuffs. “Jez, Jared!” I yelped as he pulled my cuffed wrist rather far up behind my back soon he was now in reach of my other wrist. Crap.

Soon yanking it behind my back with his stronger strength, both my hands were soon cuffed and I felt completely helpless…

He turned me around and lowered me to the floor beside Ben who had remained silent throughout the whole scene. Following his commands, seeming as there was no point in trying to escape – yet – I allowed him to wrap tape above my knees then around my ankles. He stood up and started to laugh.

“Comical!” he chuckled, then took his phone from his pocket. He started to turn it around, up and down, and the sound of photo snaps worried both me and Ben. We both tried to turn our heads away and hide them between our laps but it only made Jared zoom in. After what sounded a gallery of photos he stopped and placed his phone into his pocket. Then he looked at us both, confused.

“Are you more ticklish on your feet or your sides, Luke?” he asked and he lowered himself onto his knees beside me. I suddenly felt panic, “What?” I replied but he seemed to just look me up and down. I continued to glare at him and he continued to glare at me – but, the moment was broken when his fingers started to wriggle on my socks.
I choked with laughter as he held my feet to the floor with his body weight and no matter how hard my kicks he still seemed to hold them in place.

“Don’t, please! I can’t breathe!” I screamed, but he still kept going and ignored the brightness upon my face. “Jared, that’s enough!” Ben shouted as he started to rattle his wrists in his cuffs. Jared, thankfully, stopped and I puffed in as much air as I could. Already I was exhausted and as Jared spoke it seemed as though things could get worse. “Let’s make you girls a bit more comfortable?” he said.

He unlocked the attic door and left the room, his running footsteps could be heard from downstairs. “What does he mean by more comfortable?” Ben asked, turning to me. I didn’t know what Jared meant by more comfortable but it sure didn’t sound good. And it didn’t look good either when Jared returned with lengths of rope.

“I need you back to back, girls!” he explained, and lifted my feet up then swivelled me on my bum before pushing me along the floor to Ben’s back. Then with his rope he started to tie mine and Ben’s cuffs together, tightly and close. “I don’t think you’ll have any luck getting out of your cuffs so might as well rope you together, right?” he said, then soon took another piece of long rope and wrapped it around mine and Ben’s stomachs before knotting it tightly in front of Ben. “There!” he smiled.

“You know this is uncomfortable, right?” Ben said, moving from side to side. It made the situation even more uncomfortable, “Stop moving, Ben!” I yelled. He stopped then hit his head back against mine causing even more pain in my body – alongside the tightness of the ropes, the hunger in my belly and now the headache in my head. What next? I thought.

“I need to pop out to see a pal about something” Jared said, “I don’t expect you to get out, ok? I’ll be an hour tops. Then I guess I’ll give you some food or whatever…” then he placed his hand onto the doorknob.

“Be good” he whispered. Then closing the door behind him the sound of the lock clicked. Now what?


“Can you stop moving your hands around?” I hissed as Ben continued to fiddle with his handcuffs, causing the rope connected to mine to pull cause discomfort to my wrists. He sighed and his body relaxed against my back, “Do you really want to not get out?” he replied. I guess he was right but we had handcuffs on us and even if we did get the rope off we’d then have to untie each others feet and ankles.

“What do you think? Of course I do!” I replied, also relaxing my body against his. I felt the turn of his head and the slight twist of his body as his face turned towards the window. “If we can untie ourselves, put our hands to our fronts then we can climb out of the window… stupid!” he explained then began moving his wrists about even more frantically before.

Ben and Jared’s house was three floors high. He had his kitchen and lounge and diner downstairs, the bedrooms and bathroom upstairs. Then on the top floor, not taking up much of the space was a small attic. The window of the attic went out onto a flat roof, easily able to walk on. Then, as me and Ben had sometimes already done, you could jump onto the garage roof that came out from the overall house. Then jumping from there was easy.

Mind, although I’d had experience before I haven’t done it with my hands handcuffed.

“Well then?” he said as he stopped his movements. The possibilities of what could go right and what could go wrong flashed through my mind before I came to my final answer.

“Ok then…” I replied.

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I figured I'd try and finish this story, that is if people want me to.

Re: Awaken to Where?

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Thu Aug 26, 2010 9:55 pm

This is a very well crafted tale. I'm really enjoying it. Please do continue.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

Re: Awaken to Where?

Postby Three » Thu Aug 26, 2010 11:07 pm

It's good to know it's still appreciated - I'll be posting a new part up every night. I don't want to give too much out.

Re: Awaken to Where?

Postby Three » Sat Aug 28, 2010 1:07 pm

“Ouch!” I wept as Ben’s finger nails, however blunt, clawed into my wrists. He just sighed and carried on pulling at the rope. “Shouldn’t we look at this properly and not just randomly yank at the rope?” I asked, straightening my hands onto the floor to stable my body. “Well, what would you suggest?” he replied, pausing his clawing and turning his head to the side. I thought for a moment, and then began to search for the knot.

It took a while before I had finally untied our linking wrists. Throughout the time every bang from outside made me paranoid of Jared’s return. Especially as he was visiting a friend with photos of me and Ben on his phone! The very thought of what eyes were to be set upon them worried me.

As I pulled the last string it felt like I was lighter, even if I was still tied. Ben swivelled on his bottom so he could face me and his face displayed an enormous grin. “Now the feet!” he said as he shuffled closer to me. Turning so his back was against my feet, he began to pull at my knots. Eventually he had untied both ropes from my feet and my body felt an overwhelming feeling of flexibility and freedom.

I immediately rose from the floor onto my feet and laughed, quietly. Ben glared up to me as if to ask for me to untie his feet now. I told him it would be better and quicker if I brought my hands to my front – and so I tried. It was hard, especially with my body shape. I brought one leg through – which left me in an awkward stance – then I somehow got the over through. Now my hands were in front of me!

“Luke, me now!” Ben squealed, as if he was a child asking for an ice cream. Just as I went to kneel down, the surge of revenge flared inside of me. Was now the right time to get my own back on Ben…?

Re: Awaken to Where?

Postby Scottstud94 » Sat Aug 28, 2010 1:41 pm

Great story!

Re: Awaken to Where?

Postby black tape » Sat Aug 28, 2010 5:55 pm

Pretty good, but please finish it! :3 :bondage:

Re: Awaken to Where?

Postby Three » Mon Oct 04, 2010 1:20 pm

“Well… Luke…” Ben stuttered, his eyes pouncing around the room.

I had frozen; the debate of revenge now or later was playing on my mind. I rubbed my nose, numbering the reasons to and to not. I knew Jared was going to be back any minute but maybe if I used those minutes to my advantage… should I?
Sighing and stroking my hair back the answer soon popped into my mind: later.

It killed me. I wanted my revenge but I didn’t want it to be a quick few minutes – that was nothing compared to my two days.

Kneeling down, I began to unknot Ben, his body began to relax. He must have known what was jumbling about in my mind; I just hoped he didn’t know that I was playing a revenge… that would ruin the surprise. Untying the first piece of rope from above his knee I set onto the bottom. The chink of the cuffs followed every movement.

“Stop!” hissed Ben, thumping his foot silently. I paused and like a dog my ears flicked up (or so it felt). Foot steps were being heard from downstairs…
I dashed to the window and looked through the cars on the streets as I tried to glance out any of Ben’s parents. None… Jared.

Sliding back to Ben, my hands shook as I tried to untie the last knot. I glanced at Ben’s face that seemed to be petrified – I knew I would be in his situation. Then taking the last piece of rope out his feet was loosened and he jumped to his feet. “Let’s get out onto the roof!” he said, panicking. I wasn’t sure if he was aware that his hands were still behind his back. But, he continued to run to the window and turning his back to the wall he started to lift his bottom onto the window sill. Helping him as best as I could he soon fell out backwards and hit his head hard on the roof.

The footsteps downstairs stopped. The house seemed quiet but then a clatter of rushing feet was racing towards us.

Immediately I climbed through the window, then pushing my back to it I slightly closed it. By this time Ben was on his feet and moving along the roof to the next drop, the garage roof. He swore as he realised the height of the actual drop – it wasn’t very tall, just the same height as a wall in a room. But, his disadvantage was cuffed hands behind his back.

“I’ll go first then I’ll help you, ok…” I suggested and before he could reply I had already lowered myself down onto the garage door and my hands ready to catch his first foot. “I don’t know…” he replied, but then a bang came from the attic – probably the attic door being slammed open by a furious and angry Jared. I saw Ben’s face turn to the window and his face melted to horror and before you could say “oh crap” Ben was on the garage roof beside me.

Next was the ground floor and we repeated the same process. Me first then Ben would sit down and place one foot down so it placed into the palms of my clasped hands. Then he’d lay his weight onto it and hop off my hands and onto the floor.

When we made it we were ecstatic, I even nearly hugged Ben. But then Ben stood back, I gave him a glance of confusion “What?” I asked. He just bit his lip and as he was about to draw his words out the front door opened…

My expectations were an angry Jared but instead the door opened up to an even angrier father of Jared. His face was red and it looked like he was sweating…
I didn’t see his car, how could he be here? Just after I asked myself that question I thought to myself… what did I just jump onto? Oh, a garage where cars go. That must have been the big bang that Ben had heard and why the footsteps seemed to change sound from being on concrete then on wooden.

I held my thoughts of distraction and took myself back to the real world. And from the looks of it… it wasn’t pretty.