Indroducing "G"

Postby xtc » Sun Jun 12, 2011 10:50 am

Introducing “G”


“Hi, Evan, going our way?”

“Oh no, not tonight boys, please, I’m supposed to be meeting G. It’s her birthday. She’ll go ape-shit if she thinks I’ve stood her up.”

“Sorry, you’ve been Tangoed, mate.”

“Why, what have I done this time?”

“Nothing special, you’re a Sailor Boy and that should be enough.”

“Please boys, if I’m late, I’m dead meat.” Evan spoke from experience, Gina and he had been “seeing one another” for two years and she was used to getting what she wanted.

Evan looked at the faces of the youngsters who had waylaid him; it was obviously time for fight or flight. The brown-haired rugby player made a break for it. The Scouts might well have been younger than Evan but greater numbers prevailed and once the giant Long Tom had floored him with a rugby tackle and the others had sat on his prone body, Evan surrendered.

“No, but seriously,” he panted, “why me and why now?”

Jamie put it this way, “a) You’re a Sea Scout and that makes you fair game on a Saturday. b) We haven’t captured any of you guys for at least three weeks and I reckon we owe you guys one.”

“What for?”

“I’ll think of something by the time we get to the Cottage. OK lads, make him comfy.”

Little Steve and Vic got off their quarry leaving Long Tom, Jamie, Zac and Scott pinning him to the ground just in case he forgot that he’d surrendered.

Evan noticed what Vic was holding and started trying to escape.

“Oh, come on, lads, not cable ties; they hurt like fuck.”

“Hold still or they’re going round your bare wrists.” Little Steve produced a rope that he fed under Evan’s chest and behind his back. He repeated the process three times while Long Tom lifted his weight from Evan’s shoulders each time Little Steve passed the rope underneath him. Vic helped Steve to pull the rope tight before they fastened it with a reef knot. Two minutes later Evan found out what the cable ties were for.

By the time Evan was standing, he had a non-slip knot round his neck with Jamie on the other end of the rope and his hands tied behind him in a cross. His arms were pinioned to his sides with Little Steve’s rope which had been tightened by Vic when he passed the cable ties between his arms and his body and pulled. When that happened, Evan reminded Jamie that he had already surrendered and that there was no need to cause him unnecessary pain while they were taking him to his imprisonment.

“Need has nothing to do with it.” said Vic with an expanding smile.

The usual rules applied, anyone who encountered the party as it walked Evan to the Cottage would be told it was a game and Evan was honour bound to confirm that it was. He couldn’t help saying, in mock-desperation, “Tell G it’s not my fault!” to both the groups of walkers they encountered.

It took about an hour for the Scouts to get their prisoner to the gate of the Cottage and, once inside, Evan knew that his torments would really begin. He had already surrendered but, now that he had reached his place of imprisonment, by common consent that didn’t count any more so Jamie’s Troop needed to secure their prize in a far more reliable way.

Scott had gone ahead and brought a few things to the gate that he thought might be useful. These included a pair of women’s tights, Evan didn’t even think that was unusual, and a roll of gorilla tape. It has been remarked before that the Scouts had a surprising array of bondage gear hidden from their leaders at the Cottage and Scott had brought his favourite: a ball gag.

Evan opened up for the gag, at least they weren’t going to use it to hold anything else in his mouth. He expected to be blindfolded and gagged but, once Scott had pulled the tights down over his head, he wondered why they were being unusually merciful in not taping over his eyes directly onto his flesh and his hair. This just wasn’t like them.

With their prisoner blindfolded and gagged, he was given the opportunity to strip or be stripped. Obviously there was no real choice and Evan’s arms and wrists were freed to enable him to strip himself without assistance – always a disappointing choice. He pulled off his trainers and socks and undid his jeans (The Old Man, when he heard that Evan was shopping for skinny jeans, said, “Have you seen that kid lately?”) and pulled them down revealing his baggy orange boxers. Once he had pulled his stripy long-sleeved t-shirt over both his head and his rope lead, the heavily built boy had gone as far as he intended to go.

Evan felt his arms forced behind him and the unmistakable bite of a cable tie pulling his wrists together. He didn’t think he deserved that. He didn’t know it was only meant to be a temporary arrangement. Instead of being taken into the training room, Evan was taken into the hostel. Even blindfolded Evan spotted the difference underfoot, the Cottage didn’t sport carpets. But neither did it sport substantial wooden bunk beds.

Evan soon found himself in a standing spread-eagle against the end of a pair of bunks. He wasn’t stretched particularly tightly but wasn’t capable of more than minimal movement. He was hoping that his boxers wouldn’t let him down.

“You know, Evan. We’ve been wanting you as a guest for quite some time and now our sponsor has made it possible.” Evan didn’t understand what Long Tom was implying. “With your love handles, there’s lots of room for these!” Evan had only a few milliseconds to take in the implications of what had been said before he felt painful sensations over most of his abdomen. The Scouts used an entire packet of those vicious little bulldog clips, except two, to grip any spare flesh they could find. Evan squealed into his gag in a most satisfactory manner and then Long Tom said something that Evan simply didn’t understand, “Don’t forget to point out that we spared your “wonderful, beautiful bush of hair” as was requested.” And Evan heard the door open and the sound of people leaving.

After a few minutes Evan thought he could hear someone nearby. It’s funny how acute one’s hearing becomes when one can’t see. He flinched as he felt someone playing with his nipples before the last two bulldog clips found their way into position.

Once the initial shock had subsided, Evan heard a familiar voice saying, “So this is why you stood me up. Aren’t you even going to wish me “Happy Birthday”?”
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Indroducing "G"

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Jun 12, 2011 12:10 pm

Well, 'G' whiz! This sounds interesting.
Did she set this up herself?
If so, she sounds like *my* first girlfriend!!! :big:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Indroducing "G"

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:28 am

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

Re: Indroducing "G"

Postby Veracity » Mon Jun 20, 2011 8:40 pm

I have to admit that I'm usually only interested in m/m tugs, but this is pretty interesting.