## Snobound Please Finish This Story

Post by bigsome » Tue Sep 21, 2010 5:07 pm

I know this story is from the archives, but I would very much like to see a conclusion to it.
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A Gross Misuse of Gym Equipment!
My friend Jordan can be described as an all-around athlete. You name it, he played it. He worked out religiously, as did myself, and my other T.U.G. partner, Chris. Jordanâ€™s dad was an assistant coach of our high schoolâ€™s football team, and had the opportunity to purchase a bunch of the schoolâ€™s old weightlifting equipment when it was being replaced with stuff that shouldnâ€™t have been in a museum.
It was a Saturday morning, and Jordanâ€™s father had asked both me and Chris to help him truck the equipment over to their house. Jordanâ€™s father was already at the school enlisting the help of the weekend custodian, so Chris drove me and Jordan over to the school, where we helped load the bulky steel lifting equipment onto a trailer and the back of Jordanâ€™s dadâ€™s pick-up. I couldnâ€™t believe how lucky this spoiled bastard was! Jordan now had one of those large steel arch-ways for cable exercises like butterflies, a lat pull-down bench, a bench press rig that adjusted for flat, incline, and decline positions, and a sled for working legs!
We finally had everything loaded up and strapped down. â€œIâ€™d rather be tying you guys up!â€ joked Chris.
â€œYou and me both!â€ I said. â€œYou owe us one, Jordan.â€
â€œYeah, I do. How about tonight?â€ Both Chris and I suddenly looked up at Jordan.
â€œWhat do you mean? I asked. â€œWhat are we going to do?â€
â€œYouâ€™ll seeâ€¦ just wait.â€ I glanced at Chris- he looked intrigued.
â€œBut, where are weâ€¦.â€ I began.
â€œDude, Hunter, just chill out.â€
â€œOkay, Iâ€™m in!
â€œGood,â€ replied Jordan as his dad shook hands with the custodian and jogged toward us.
â€œLetâ€™s go guys! The wife and I are leaving for Cape Cod this afternoon. We have to get this stuff unloaded and set up FAST. Jordan grinned, and so did we!
Jordan walked toward his fatherâ€™s truck, stropped, and shouted, â€œGet what you need and meet us over the house.â€ Jordanâ€™s old man pulled out in front of us, and I stared at the equipment in the trailer as we followed him toward the townâ€™s main drag.
Chris and I were pretty up-front with each other when it came to our T.U.G. fantasies. He had just turned 17, and was a senior, while I had just turned sixteen; Jordan was just a few months younger than me. â€œHey man, have you ever been working out andâ€¦ Well, have you ever thought thatâ€¦â€
â€œWhat? That lifting equipment would make for really hot T.U.G.s? Of course, you dumb-ass!â€ laughed Chris.
I think I turned a bit red. â€œDo you think thatâ€™s what Jordan had in mind?
â€œIâ€™d imagine. If itâ€™s not, itâ€™s going to be!â€ said Chris. My heart raced at the prospect of a whole weekend of hot T.U.G.s involving lifting equipment with no parents in sight. Chris pulled off onto my street and parked in the driveway. â€œGo get your stuff and then weâ€™ll stop at my place.â€
I ran inside and blurted to my parents that I would be spending the night at Jordanâ€™s to â€œset upâ€ the workout equipment and ran to my room without waiting for a reply. I left on my gym shorts and the sleeveless T-shirt I usually wear during lacrosse practice, and threw a couple of changes of clothes into a backpack. I tossed the backpack near the door and threw open my closet. I dove toward the back of my working heap, pulling out a large duffle bag containing my collection of bondage goodies. With a bag on each shoulder, I again sped past my parents as my mom yelled â€œBehave!â€ while my dad shouted, â€œGet a haircut!â€ Thatâ€™s how it pretty much was with my parents.
Chris was inside his house for no more than five minutes, and emerged with a bag even larger than mine! Chris had been acquiring a lot of gear over the internet, and was beginning to amass a respectable collection. We arrived at Jordanâ€™s house a few minutes later, and his mother already had suitcases waiting on the driveway. â€œCome on, ladies! Weâ€™ve already got most of the equipment in the basement,â€ teased Jordanâ€™s dad.
We had everything into the basement in less than a half hour, when Jordanâ€™s dad left us to get ready to leave for Cape Cod. Jordan beckoned for us to come close to him. â€œHey guys, I was thinkingâ€¦â€
â€œOh god, another freaking genius!â€ laughed Chris. â€œOf course we know what you were thinking.â€ Chris grabbed Jordan suddenly and pinned him against the butterfly arch with his arms over his head. â€œThereâ€™s going to be lots of rope wrapped around this gear tonight!â€ Jordan looked a bit stunned at Chrisâ€™ aggressiveness, but smiled. Chris pulled Jordanâ€™s arms even tighter before letting him go.
Jordan was still staring at Chris, but snapped out of his trance and said, â€œOkay, guys, letâ€™s get this stuff set up so we can have some fun when my parents leave.
â€œCool,â€ I responded. We had just finished arranging and setting up all of the equipment when Jordanâ€™s mom shouted down the stairs.
â€œHoney!â€ Jordan winced. â€œWeâ€™re leaving. The name and phone number of the hotel weâ€™re going to is on the table! Uh, have fun!â€
â€œThanks, mom!â€ Jordan shouted as he looked at both Chris and I- grins broke out on all of our faces.
We heard the garage close and Jordan asked, â€œDid you guys bring your stuff?â€
â€œBoy, Einstein, youâ€™re on top of things today!â€ Chris loved to needle Jordan- especially when he didnâ€™t think before talking, which was often.
â€œIâ€™ll go get it,â€ I offered, and ran up the stairs and outside to Chrisâ€™ truck. I slung all three bags around my neck and walked back toward the basement. As I came down the last stair I noticed that Jordan and Chris had suddenly ended a hushed conversation.
â€œWhat guys?â€ I asked.
â€œItâ€™s nothing, Dude,â€ said Chris.
â€œYeah, nothing,â€ Jordan added.
â€œYeah, something,â€ I muttered as I dropped the bags.
â€œLetâ€™s take everything out and see what we have,â€ Jordan suggested, since he personally could only offer up a few long coils of rope and three rolls of duct tape, which he placed on the floor. I opened up my duffle bag and removed my few hundred feet of rope, duct tape, heavy zip ties, a pair of hinged handcuffs, leg cuffs, a leather blindfold, and a ball gag. I loved looking at piles of tie-up gear! My pulse quickened once again. My bondage itch needed scratching.
â€œAmateur!â€ laughed Chris as he unzipped his huge duffle bag that had previously held his hockey gear. He had lots of rope, of course, but also buckling leather belts of multiple lengths, handcuffs, leg cuffs, chain, duct tape, clothespins, candles, ball gags, and a leather head harness muzzle that I was dying to try! I stared at the collection of gear as if in a trance- I wanted ALL of it on me.
I snapped out of my daze, and found that Chris and Jordan were staring at me- or part of me. My shorts werenâ€™t doing a good job at hiding my excitement. â€œHorny Hunter gets tied first!â€ shouted Jordan as both he and Chris grabbed my arms. They didnâ€™t need to be so rough- I certainly wasnâ€™t going to fight!
Chris held my arms tightly while Jordan set to work positioning the bench press in the incline position. â€œSit!â€ commanded Chris as he pushed me onto the pads. My back was reclined at a comfortable angle. Jordan walked over with my hinged handcuffs, and tightly locked my hands in back of the pad. Chris wrapped the chain of my leg cuffs around a support just below where I was sitting. He grabbed my left ankle and pulled it backwards, off the ground, so that he could lock the cuff around me. Jordan did the same with my right ankle. With my feet pulled off the floor, the steel of the leg cuffs dug into my skin a bit- I didnâ€™t care.
Chris walked over with an arm load of black leather buckling belts- some were quite long. He put the first one around my elbows, pulling them together in back of the seat. He put a second, longer belt around my chest, the seat, and my arms, pulling tightly before buckling it. Jordan fastened two belts around my waist and the back rest; one above the other. He then strapped a final belt around my thighs and the bench seat, pulling it tighter than he needed to.
I was already breathing heavily. â€œSquirm!â€ commanded Chris. I flexed every muscle in my body, but was completely immobilized to the bench with dozens of feet of leather straps and steel cuffs. Both Chris and Jordan laughed as they admired their handiwork. â€œThat ought to give you something to think about while we prepare the main course!â€
â€œThe main what?â€ I asked. They ignored me. â€œI told you â€˜nothingâ€™ was â€˜something,â€™â€ I muttered.
â€œYou talk too much,â€ laughed Jordan.
â€œYeah he does,â€ said Chris. â€œYou know what to do.â€ Jordan held up both a roll of duct tape and a ball gag and showed them to Chris. â€œLeft,â€ he said.
Jordan walked over to me with the ball gag, holding it over my mouth. He pinched my leg, I protested, and the ball was stuffed into my mouth and strapped tightly behind my head. â€œMmmph,â€ I complained.
â€œGood boy!â€ said Chris.
I sat there, cuffed, mercilessly tied down, and gagged while further preparations were made for me! The center of activity seemed to be the pull-down bench for working back muscles. For those of you that donâ€™t know, a cable hangs overhead from a heavy frame, which passes over a pulley. On equipment from this century, the cable would connect to a bar that passes though a stack of weight plates, which a pin could be passed through to select a resistance level. Well, this equipment was old, but built like a tank. Instead of the cable connecting to a stack of weights, it attached to a heavy steel box that slid up and down on lubricated poles. Weight plates were piled into the basket to make more resistance
First, Jordan removed the seat from under the hanging cable, and replaced it with a thick gymnastics mat. Chris had located two long bars that would have been attached to the cable, which a proper user of this equipment would hold on to while pulling from below. He then tossed at least a dozen coils of black rope alongside the mat, and then looked at me, grinning. These guys did an awful lot of planning in those brief minutes when I had gone for the bags, I thought.
â€œIâ€™m starving. You hungry?â€ Jordan asked Chris.
â€œHell yeah!â€
â€œLetâ€™s get something to eat,â€ Jordan said as both he and Chris walked toward the stairs. At the top of the stairs Jordan flicked the light switch and closed the door, leaving me helplessly bound in the pitch dark basement.
â€œMmmmmmarrrrrgh!â€ I screamed into the ball gag as I flexed my muscles with every ounce of strength I had. It was useless. I sat there, resigned to my predicament, and simply enjoyed being tied up.
It wasnâ€™t more than a half hour before I was blinking my eyes as the lights were turned back on and Jordan and Chris stood in front of me. â€œReady?â€ asked Chris.
â€œReady for what?â€ was what I tried to say through the ball gag, though it came out more like, â€œMmm mm uh uhh.â€ What could they do? I was already trussed up beyond belief.
â€œAw, look, horny Hunter is still excited,â€ said Jordan, pointing to my shorts.
â€œShut up, you would be too,â€ said Chris.
â€œI knowâ€¦â€ mumbled Jordan.
Chris began unbuckling the five straps that held my body against the bench while Jordan unlocked the ankle cuffs, which was a major relief as they were locked so tightly. Chris guided me off the bench and removed the hinged handcuffs, but left in the gag. â€œTake off your clothes- the boxers can stay.â€ I stood there in my boxer briefs, still at attention. He pointed to the mat on the floor. â€œKneel,â€ he commanded. Chris then pushed me down so that I was lying on my stomach.
Chris reached for the two three-foot-long bars- each had an attachment point welded at the center, while the last few inches of the outside ends were slightly bent. He laid one bar across the backs of my knees, and the other across my back. He pulled each of my arms behind my back and over this second bar, so that my arms rested on it in the crook between my biceps and forearm. Jordan handed him the hinged handcuffs, which were locked behind my back once more. â€œOh boy,â€ I thought. â€œWhat is this?â€
Using one of the many coils of heavy black rope, Chris began tying each of my thighs, just above the knee, separately to the first bar. He left my legs separated by a few inches. Jordan was doing the same to each of my elbows- binding them separately to the second bar. Chris motioned for Jordan to help him, and each grabbed an end of this bar, causing me to sit up in a kneeling position. Chris then used a tremendous amount of rope to bind the bar around which my handcuffed arms were tied to my upper torso, crossing over my shoulders and across my chest a number of times. Some of this rope was even used to reinforce the rope already holding my arms to the bar. â€œHow does that feel, Hunter?â€ Chris whispered.
â€œMmmmmm,â€ I moaned into the gag.
â€œIâ€™ll take that to mean â€˜good,â€™â€ laughed Chris. He and Jordan laid me back down. Jordan removed my handcuffs, crossed my wrists, and tied them tightly with the end of a fairly long piece of rope. Chris worked on my legs, and used separate lengths of rope to bind my lower legs to my thighs. Drool that seeped around my ball gag was pooling on the mat beneath my mouth.
Jordan then took the end of the rope that he had used to bind my hands, and passed it through the attachment point welded to the bar that was tied to my legs. He pulled on the rope VERY tightly before tying it off, causing me to arch my back slightly. â€œUhhh,â€ I moaned into the gag.
With great effort, Chris managed to cross my ankles while Jordan tied them together with the end of yet another length of rope. The free end was passed through the attachment point on the bar to which my arms were tied. Again, the rope was pulled taught and tied off. To this day, I donâ€™t think I have been so completely and utterly immobilized. Both Chris and Jordan took out their cell phones and took a number of pictures each- as I bucked and moaned in protest.
â€œNow?â€ asked Jordan as he glanced at Chris.
Chris knelt down and removed the gag, asking, â€œAre you doing alright, Hunter?â€
I had already figured out what they were going to do next. â€œMuzzle,â€ was my one word request. Jordan stared at me, highly excited himself, and Chris chuckled. He did put the muzzle on me, but not before the leather blindfold. I loved the snugness of the harness as Chris buckled the collar and five straps that held the padded muzzle against my mouth.
I was in a near euphoric state as I vaguely heard the clank of chain being padlocked to the attachment points of both metal bars. Though I couldnâ€™t see it, I still knew what Jordan and Chris were doing. The cable above me was pulled down, easily hoisting the empty weight box on the opposite side of the equipment into the air. I heard another padlock click shut, locking the chain to the cable. Either Chris or Jordan then let go of the cable, and a slight upward pressure was put on my helplessly bound body.
I knew my fate, but could do nothing to prevent it. I wouldnâ€™t have wanted to. â€œUuuuuh,â€ I moaned as a heavy plate was placed in the weight box. The almost comfortable upward pressure on my body increased dramatically as yet another weight was added. I felt a rope being tied to the D ring at the top of the muzzleâ€™s harness, which was pulled and tied to the attachment point of the closest bar, pulling my head back and effectively restraining it. I didnâ€™t know bondage could be like this! My heart beat wildly, and a patina of sweat broke out over my body. Another weight was added, and another. At sixteen, I was only 135 or so pounds- It wouldnâ€™t take much more to achieve Jordanâ€™s and Chrisâ€™ goal.
CLANK, CLANK! Two more. I felt my body leave the mat, just slightly. â€œDo it, man!â€ came Jordanâ€™s voice. CLANK! I was now fully suspended. Two inches? Two feet? Five? I couldnâ€™t tell. I didnâ€™t care. Nothing mattered. I was in my own little bondage world. I felt the sting of clothespins being attached to my nipples, and then Jordanâ€™s voice, â€œShould I get some ice?â€
â€œWait until itâ€™s your turn!â€ I thought.

### Re: Snobound Please Finish This Story

Post by snobound » Tue Sep 21, 2010 6:14 pm

Ha! I had forgotten about this one. It does seem as if there's room for a continuation. I'll add it to the list.
BTW... Glad you liked it!
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### Re: Snobound Please Finish This Story

Post by Jason Toddman » Fri Sep 24, 2010 9:05 am

I read this one a long while ago too but had forgotten Snobound had written it. I'd like to see a continuation of this one myself.
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