My First Time

Postby chrisw_footie » Thu Nov 26, 2009 9:17 am

I hope this doesn’t get deleted. When you’re a kid you muck about and play silly games, I found out I enjoyed tying people up and also I enjoy being tied up when I was about 12.

I remember it well I was with a group of mates and we were playing about. We were at the adventure playground. We ended up in two teams of four, with one defending the main unit, which was shaped like a house, with a slide and other climbing bits on it, while the others attempted to raid us.

We were enjoying throwing stones and that at each other and every now and again one group would charge us and try to break in while we defended our castle.

On one such attack, I managed to grab hold of a lad, let’s call him Paul. I dragged him in through our make shift door into the heart of our camp. We gave him a few digs to stop him trying to fight back. While we were trying to stop another attack I spotted Paul trying to open one of our doors, so I grabbed him and pulled him away and the others refixed the wooden board over the door.

I pushed in onto the floor in the corner of the make shift room, I then spotted an old discarded length of blue nylon rope laying on the floor. It was about 4 ft long and I suddenly came up with an idea and it was then that exact moment that I suddenly, felt my heart start to race, I felt tingles down my body and my breath started to get short and I said lets tie him up!

Paul looked at me strange, we were all mates but this was war so there were no friends in war. Another lad said yea come one lets tie him up. With that the rope was gone from the floor, poor Paul was rolled over and somebody was trying to tie the poor lads hands, making a right mess of the whole thing, in fact when the lad had finished Paul just pulled his hands away and the rope fell off. Watching this whole spectacle, I was suddenly realising I was getting turn on! After two attempts to tie his hands and both failing pathetically I managed to take control of the excitement shooting through my body and said here let me have a go.

With that James handed me the damp length of rope, I asked Paul to stand up, which he did, I turned him to face the wall, “OK, just do what I ask and it won’t hurt” I said to him. He complied with my request and turn to face the wall.

“Put your hands behind your back” I said, to the giggle of the other watching. “No please can’t you tie them in front?” he asked.

“No hands behind your back” I repeated as stern as I could with a pumping heart, and shortness of breath.

He put his hands behind, I made a loop in the end of the rope and pasted it over his hands and pulled it tight, and I then wrapped it about a couple of times and then pasted the end between his arms and hands to pull tight any slack. It was at this point he let out an ouch! To try to stop me, because he felt the rope pull tight stopping any escape like before. I checked his hands to make sure they were not going blue, and tied the ends of the rope off in a double knot.

Realising I had finished, he turned round to face me, James and the other gave him a few gentle slaps on the face and a poke in the ribs.

I suddenly realised that I was actually hiding an erection in my pants; it was the first time this had happened on its own and at that age was quite embarrassing.

Suddenly, Paul made a dash for the door, with his hands tied, realising he was doomed for torment and digs he tried to make for freedom for the open door, but he was too slow and before he got to the door, he was grabbed and dragged back inside.

This rough play only served to turn me on more.

Paul was pushed into a corner, where he tripped and fell over; he swore at us and managed to stand up. He barged towards us again, but was pushed back and given a few more gentle slaps and digs.

I walked up to him and ordered him to site down on an old plastic crate which he did.

James suddenly said I’ve got an idea, he smashed a glass bottle on the floor in front of Paul and me, and I looked at him to try to work out what he was up to, “let’s nick his trainers and he can’t walk across the glass or he’ll cut his feet!” James said excitedly, I was closest so James asked me to take his trainers off.

Paul looked me in the eyes, and almost pleaded “No don’t, don’t be a wanker?”

“Sorry Paul” I said and bent down and started to untie his laces on his Reeboks, once both laces were untied. Then motioned to him to lift his left leg, he looked at me almost pleading with his eyes, I motioned with my hand and Paul lifted his leg and I took hold of his leg and pulled his trainer off his foot, as his trainer come loose I could smell his warm foot. I dropped his trainer on the floor, and motioned for his other leg, which he lifted. I again supported his leg and pulled his trainer off. I noticed his red football socks as he put his foot back on the ground.

With renewed excitement in my body, I picked up his trainers and walked over the broken glass James took his trainers and started to muck about with them, first he sniffed one then chucked it to one of the other lads, holding his nose going “Pooooo!!!!”

Poor Paul just lowered his head in shame and sat still.

Suddenly the joking stopped with an almighty crash as something was smashed into our makeshift barrier, we looked out and see three remaining lads charging towards us with sticks and things, this looked serious, so we returned attack battling and seeing the raiders off again.

I was just throwing a stone at a lad, when a call came out from James, “He’s getting away!”, I looked round and see Paul still hands tied behind his back squeezing through the gap in our barrier, James and me jumped down and managed to grab hold and pull him in, he twisted and struggled and tried to get away, but having his hands secured behind hindered him and we over powered him and dragged him back in.
James bear hugged him and lifted him over the glass back into the corner, Pauls socks were now very dirty and obviously allowed him to cross the glass.

One of the lads appeared with another length of rope he found just outside, James handed it to me and said “Chris, tie him up properly”.

He had a smirk on his face and I think he was enjoying this as much as me, I then realised my heart had calmed down but was now starting to race again at the thought of tying Paul up more.

I looked at Paul trying not to let my stiff cock from showing in my jeans, Paul was standing facing me waiting to see what was meant by properly.

“On the floor Paul”, I ordered, Paul just looked at me, “On the fucking floor” I ordered again with an increased volume.

Paul sat down crossing his legs and sitting on his bum. I walked up close and pushed him over onto his side, as he fell he moved his legs out straight, I rolled him onto his front and sat across his legs facing his feet, I then closed my knees to hold his legs together and then as his socks were partly off, I pulled one off and then the other. As I did he tried to turn over but James rushed up and held him down, with both socks off I looped the rope and wrapped it around his ankles and pulled tight. Using the same method as before I secured his ankles and tied the rope off. There was still about 3 ft of rope left, so I had an idea.

I got off and pulled his legs back and tied the loose end through his hands and pulled them tight, so he was hog tied.

Once finished I got off and James let him go, he was not running away this time, hands and legs tied together laying on the floor, Paul started to really shout abuse at us, and calling us gays and other unpleasant names.

I then remembered his socks, so I rolled one up and sat across his back, I pulled his head back, he tried to twist about but I pulled his hair and he opened his jaw. I stuffed the sock in. He really struggled, at this point our group was watching and laughing edging me on, I realised that my cock was rock hard again and this felt really good.

I took his other sock and pulled it cross his mouth and tied it at the back to hold his sock in his mouth.

With that the abuse and shouts turned to muffled cries.

I got off and stood up and looked at my prey. Paul stopped struggling and realised he was stuck and captured.

As I looked at him I realised I had to put my hand down my jeans and redress myself so it wasn’t so obvious that I had an errection.

Poor Paul was kept like that for about an hour before we all got bored and the other group came up and looked at what we’d done to Paul.

I untied him, but kept the gag in, and watched as he pulled the sock off his face and spat the other our.

He rubbed his wrists and put his socks on. We found his trainers and he put them back on.

It was three years before he got his revenge on me and I’ll tell that story later.
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Re: My First Time

Postby tiedup101 » Sat Jan 30, 2010 5:36 pm

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Re: My First Time

Postby mikeybound » Sat Jan 12, 2013 4:27 pm

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