So I was at my buddy Peter's house one night, whom I have known since I was probably like 8 (22 now, this was about 2 years ago). I had always kinda thought he had an interest in TUGs but I never really had the guts to ask. Well, we were watching Boondock Saints, and the scene came where dude is cuffed to the toilet. I figured this would be a good time to initiate the conversation.
Me: "Man that would suck, bein handcuffed to a toilet"
Peter: "Yeah, that would suck"
That conversation ended about as quickly as it started.
We walked out front for a smoke, and I decided to try it again.
Me: "Hey man, I have kind of a weird question for you"
Peter: "What's up?"
Me: "Do you, um, have a pair of handcuffs? I kinda wanna see what it felt like, like what happened to the dude in the movie"
Peter: "You wanna be cuffed to my toilet?"
Me: "No no no, I just wanna wear a pair. Like behind my back or somethin"
I felt like a goob at this point.
Peter: "Actually, I do"
Me: "For real?"
I no longer felt like a goob at this point.
Peter: "Yeah, I just gotta look for the key. I might not have it"
Me: "Well are they the cheesy K-mart ones or real ones?"
Peter: "They're the real ones. I bought them at a flea market"
Me: "Right on, thats pretty sweet"
I finished my cig with the quickness, and hoped he knew where that key was. I hadn't worn a real pair since I got busted for skating, and that wasn't under the best of circumstances. I enjoyed that too, but after the fact when I realized I wasn't going to jail. But that's another story.
So we go back upstairs and he pulls out the cuffs. Perfect, shiny metal, my favorite. And then he found the key.
Peter: "Here ya go" and he handed them to me. I wasted no time cuffing my hands behind my back and flopping back on the couch to resume the movie. I also didn't realize how darned uncomfortable it is practically sitting on your hands. Slouching ensued.
Me: "I had no idea they'd hurt when you sit back on'em"
Peter: "Want me to take them off you?"
Me: "Yeah. No, well yeah. Just not behind me, I'll wear them in front" with that he took the cuff off my left wrist and recuffed me in front.
I stayed cuffed for a little while longer, then I saw duct tape in the corner.
Me: "I want you to tie me up. Like, really good, so I can't get out"
Peter: "With what?"
Me: "That duct tape over there on top of your stereo speaker"
He grabbed the tape and came back over to me, and took the cuffs off my hands.
Peter: "Ok, kneel on the floor and put your hands behind your back"
I did as asked, and he recuffed my hands behind me, then wrapped the duct tape above the cuffs around my wrists, and then wrapped tape around my ankles. Then he stopped.
Me: "That's it?"
Peter: "Yeah, why?"
Me: "Eh, I dunno, this isn't much"
Peter: "Well what else could I do?"
I didn't wanna let on like I was too into it, so I played dumb. I also knew at this point that he hadn't a clue what he was doing and never did this stuff before. Just kinda bought a pair at the flea market 'cause they were there.
I struggled for a few, the tape broke at my feet and broke at my wrists, and I pulled my hands beneath me and to my front, found the key on the couch, and got out.
Peter: "Damn that was quick"
Me: "That's why I asked if that was it. Ok, your turn:
Peter: "Huh?"
Me: "You know, my turn to tie you up"
Peter: "Oh I dunno man, I can't pull my hands in front of me like you can I'm not skinny like you" (I'm a twig)
Me: "Come on"
Peter: "Ok, fine, but no handcuffs, only duct tape"
With that I told him to put his hands behind his back, and taped them in a criss-cross pattern (not the best for duct tape, but I always saw it and really wanted to try it). Then I wrapped a bunch around his ankles, and he went to lay down and I stopped him. He looked confused and went to say something, but I told him to close his mouth, and then I taped it shut. Now he looked really confused. Then I told him to go.
Unfortunately, with how I taped his hands, he was free within a minute.
Me: "Damn, I shoulda used the handcuffs again. Ok my turn again, and make it so I can't get out this time"
Peter: "No, I don't feel like it now"
Me: "Oh come on"
Peter: "No"
Me: "Eh, alright"
This unfortunately ended this session. I decided not to bug him, I didn't wanna p'him off. I did, however, recuff my hands for the remainder of the movie.
Before I left I took the cuffs off (obviously). Before leaving, however, I decided to take a stab at judging just how interested in it he is
Me: "So What do you usually cuff yourself to? Or do you just like put them on and lay on your bed or somethin"
Peter: "I mean nothin really, I usually just put them on"
Me: "Cause I mean you could use the bottom of your bedpost right there"
Peter: "Yeah, I dunno I've never really thought about it. I never really even use them"
Me: "Really? Can I like, borrow them?"
Peter: "Yeah I don't care. Hang on, let me grab you the second key"
Score!
Me: "Awesome, thanks man"
Peter: "No problem man. Ok I'm about to go to bed. Later man"
Me: "Peace"
I went home, got in bed, pulled them from my pocket, put them on, and found that little double lock feature he didn't know about, and I went to sleep.
It was a good night's sleep.
Will post more later.