Winter Sports

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Feb 01, 2011 4:32 pm

WINTER SPORTS

(a request by Jay with a surprise guest star from the board) :twisted:

PART 1

Jay Feely was relaxing in his room after a difficult day at school followed by an even more difficult evening struggling with a tough homework assignment. Feeling a bit sleepy, he took a quick shower, opened his window a crack to let in some fresh air and relaxed on top of his bed wearing just his boxer shorts. He had only intended to rest his eyes a few moments before going back to his homework assignment, but he fell soundly asleep in almost less time than it takes to tell.

He never got to finish his homework assignment, because he was literally tied up with other matters by the time he woke up again.

Jay was having a dream about meeting some of the other members of the TUGs stories website he liked to visit when he suddenly felt strangely heavy. He woke up slowly, just in time to see a pair of unfamiliar faces looming over him. Jay began to yell and jump up out of bed, but his unexpected visitors were quicker, larger, and stronger than he was. He had only drawn in his breath to let out a yell when one large boy (apparently in his mid to late teens) hand-gagged him and pushed him back down, while the other boy (about the same size and definitely in his late teens) straddled him and placed a thick cloth over his eyes to blindfold him. A moment later, the first boy shoved a rolled-up sock into Jay’s mouth and then wrapped another cloth around his mouth to make a tight gag. Then he sealed the gag in place with a generous amount of duct tape while the other boy kept Jay pinned down on his bed.

Jay began to struggle harder, but it was no use. Being blindfolded rendered him unable to fight effectively, and the two intruders already had him pinned down. Before he knew what was happening, Jay felt himself rolled over, and then his wrists grasped tightly and forced behind his back. The familiar sound of handcuffs and the feel of cold, hard steel pressed tightly against his wrists signaled to him that further struggle was useless. Jay ceased to struggle and conserved his energy to await developments. Hopefully some college friend of his had arranged this as a gag and he wouldn’t be hurt, though he knew neither boy - and one of them still looked as if he were still in high school.

Jay’s two assailants began to converse quietly together, and Jay began to feel a resurgence of panic. Whatever language they were speaking to each other; it sure wasn’t English! It sounded German; or perhaps Dutch. Being unfamiliar with other languages however, Jay could only guess what language it was, or why his captors spoke in it. In any case, it was beginning to sound like this was more than just a wild college prank.

Jay felt hands grasp his ankles and force them together, and a moment later he felt and heard cold steel cuffs imprison them as well. Then his hands and feet were force as close together as possible, and he heard a third set of cuffs locking together his first two sets of bonds. He was now effectively hog-tied.

Jay felt some relief as his two captors got off of him. One of them apparently remained close to him to keep an eye on him, while the other walked over to the window and – judging by the sound and the inrush of a blast of cool wintry air – opened it wide. Jay heard a voice by the window call out a few words he could not understand, and was answered in the same language by several other voices – all young-sounding voices. They were giggling and coming closer, and soon Jay heard the sounds of several other people climbing through the window into the room. He couldn’t tell how many people there were, but he made out at least four distinct voices – one female, the rest juvenile males who sounded like they were barely into puberty.

All spoke together quietly in their own language for a moment; completely ignoring Jay as he lay on his bed hogtied in his bonds and boxers. Jay had never felt so vulnerable in his life; not even when he’d broken his legs and so many people thought it’d be an amusing past-time to tickle the soles of his helpless feet while his legs were in casts. All he could do was lay there and listen to them talk; undoubtedly discussing him but in a way that prevented him from understanding a single word of the conversation. There was some occasional laughter from some of the younger voices, which only made Jay feel even more helpless than ever. Jay certainly saw nothing particularly funny about the situation, and wondered what they planned to do with him.

Jay heard of the younger voices ask a question in whatever language they were speaking.

He suddenly felt the touch of fingers lightly teasing the soles of his bare feet. With a muffled squeal, Jay attempted to move his feet out of the way; even though he’d experienced situations like this often enough before to know that this was probably futile. It was, too. One set of hands grabbed one ankle and a different set of hands grabbed his other ankle and held them (and him) firmly immobile despite his feeble attempts to keep struggling. Jay whined through his gag as what must have been at least four sets of other hands – two for each foot – began to lightly brush the soles of his trapped feet. He began making muffled squeals and tried harder to get away, but all his efforts did was arouse some gentle laughter from his unseen tormentors.

One of the other voices made a comment in his language, which aroused more teasing-sounding laughter from the others. The tickling continued for another couple of minutes and then mercifully stopped just as Jay’s bladder was about to give up under the strain. Jay was breaking hard by this time, which also seemed to amuse his captors.

As he was calming down, he was grasped by several set of hands and turned over gently on his side. One hand patted him rather hard on the belly; not enough to hurt but loud enough to make a noise.

“You need to shed a little weight there, Jay,” one of the unseen boys said to him suddenly in somewhat halting, heavily accented, but perfectly understandable English . “You’re a bit too pudgy! You’d be the laughing stock at *our* school!”

“Hmmh?” Jay asked with a startled tone of voice; he had begun to believe that none of his captors understood English at all. “Who are you?” he wanted to ask; choosing to ignore the crack about his weight. Of curse, beoing gagged, it sounded more like 'Woooo urrrrr oooooo."

Despite this, the person who spoke seemed to understand perfectly well what Jay was asking; perhaps having learned to become fluent in 'gagspeak'. “We’ve never met, but you’ve heard of me,” replied the voice. “I’m Chris12, and my friends and I have come to take you away for a little while.”

Jay began to shiver, which only aroused more gently teasing laughter at his expense from the others surrounding him.

TBC
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Re: Winter Sports

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Feb 02, 2011 7:31 am

Good start! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Winter Sports

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Feb 14, 2011 4:51 pm

Jay couldn’t believe what was going on. He knew from reading a few of Chris12’s own posts that he was a bit of a mischievous sort, but he’d never imagined he’d do anything like this!

Before Jay could attempt another garbled, muffled attempt at a question through his gag, he felt unseen hands tie another gag onto his face over the duct tape, and then pat on another layer. “There, that ought to keep you quieter!” said the voice who claimed to be Chris12. “We don’t want to attract unwanted attention when we take you to the van!”

Van?!? WHAT van?!? Jay tried to ask frantically, but his words were so muffled they only aroused teasing laughter from his unseen visitors.

“Hush now! I know you’re anxious to meet everyone, but we need to get on our way. I’ll introduce you to everyone else once we get you in the van, okay? Meanwhile, we need to wrap you up a bit. It’s cold outside and you’re a bit under-dressed for it.”

The wrap up didn’t involve letting Jay loose on put some clothes on him. Instead, he heard the distinctive sounds of a roll of saran wrap being unlimbered just before several pairs of hands lifted him up off the bed he lay in and stood him up. His unseen captors then proceeded to encase him in multiple, tightly drawn layers of saran wrap from head to toe – leaving only his face uncovered by the stuff. They worked quickly and efficiently; so much so that Jay had the distinct impression that they’d practiced such things many times before. After what seemed like only a few moments, he was unable to move so much as a single finger or toe, and could not even turn his head.

“I’ll get the van,” a voice that sounded like it belonged to a teenaged girl announced while the wrapping was still going on, and Jay vaguely heard the sounds of someone climbing out the window. By the time the wrapping was finished, he heard the sounds of a vehicles slowing backing up to somewhere just in front of his first-floor window.

“There’s no one else out here! Let’s go!” called the female voice softly from outside.

Without further ado, Jay was hoisted up bodily and carefully carried over to the window by several of his captors, while several others climbed out the window to help receive him from the other side. It was done quickly and efficiently, and before a moment ad passed Jay felt himself carried from the window to the interior of a spacious van. Considering the darkness and relative isolation of the spot and the briskness with which his captors acted, Jay doubted anyone else could have seen this happening even in the unlikely case anyone wandered by at just that moment.

Jay was placed on the floor of the van – actually a rather large and stately RV, as he would soon find out – and he heard several of his now cheerfully noisy captors climb in with him before the door was closed. A few moments later, the motor was started up and the RV began to take him away to an unknown destination.

Unseen hands abruptly took away the blindfold, and Jay saw a short, handsome, blond boy (he looked vaguely like the kid from a can of Dutch Boy paint) squatting beside him pulling the blindfold off and tossing it away. The boy looked like he was about eleven; but even though Jay knew Chris was supposed to be in his mid-teens he was sure this was him. “Hi!” the boy greeted him, and Jay recognized the same voice he’d heard before calling himself Chris. “I’m Chris Brewer. Glad to meet you. Let me introduce to everyone else.”

Jay looked around as his eyes adjusted to the dim glare of the RV’s internal light (which had seemed dazzling at first) and saw several kids standing around him; all boys except for one girl pretty looking teenaged girl. “This is my girlfriend Amy,” Chris continued, introducing her first. “And this is her cousin Lucas (this was a boy only slightly smaller than Chris but apparently a year or so younger). Besides him is my cousin Tim (this was another boy about Chris’s size and also looking younger even than Lucas), and his friends Mickey and Dennis (both boys rather larger than Chris). The big kid there is my friend Ed (this one was a very large boy who looked old enough to vote), and beside him is my brother Tom (as large as Ed, and looking even more rugged). The other two are driving; they’re friends of Tom’s and Ed’s named Stefan and Silas.

Jay made a muffled noise which could have meant either ‘pleased to meet you’, or ‘fuck off and let me go’. Chris seemed to take the first interpretation (or something reasonably close to it) and smiled as he stood up. Then he and the other kids completely ignored Jay as he lay there on the floor as they engaged in idle chit-chat in Dutch.

Jay looked around in a daze; why the heck did these kids go through all the trouble to kidnap him – only to ignore him like this?

Jay found out a few moments later when the van stopped, and the driver and his companion got out. Jay heard them shout a few words in Dutch to the other occupants in the van. “Cool. They’re getting the ice now. Now to pack him up!” Chris told the others.

One of the younger boys suddenly opened up a massive ice cooler Jay had not noticed before. It was empty and large enough for a person to flat down flat in; as Jay discovered when his captors suddenly picked him up and laid him right inside it.

“Here comes the ice!” Chris said gleefully as the van door was opened, and several huge bags of ice cubes were hauled into the RV bay. Jay watched with horror as one of the bags was cut open along the top and the ice cubes were slowly poured on top of his saran-wrapped form. He tried to scream and wriggle out of the cooler, but was unable to move at all. More bags of ice were emptied on top of him until his shivering body was almost covered with them, although two of his captors made sure his face stayed clear of the ice.

After that, a number of six packs of soda and beer were placed carefully in the cooler all around him. “Chill out for a while,” Chris told him with a grin. “We have a long trip ahead of us!”

And then the lid of the cooler was closed shut above Jay; enclosing him in the icy cold and now silent darkness.

TBC
Last edited by Jason Toddman on Tue Feb 15, 2011 2:53 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Winter Sports

Postby Jay Feely » Tue Feb 15, 2011 7:45 am

I love the descriptive details of the story and I love the way the boy is tortured.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: Winter Sports

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Feb 15, 2011 9:28 am

Good continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Gone!

Postby MattyH » Mon Feb 21, 2011 10:46 pm

Gone!