Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Aug 31, 2010 3:00 pm

For Jay, who has literally been asking for it! :twisted:

JAY’S BIRTHDAY SURPRISE


Characters:
5 boys and 4 girls

Boys:

1. Adam- The lurer-20
2. Rick- The tied up expert-19
3. Nathan- The torture expert-18
4. Max- The teasing expert-17
5. Jay – The chosen victim - 20

Girls

1. Michelle- The deceiver -16
2. Brandy- The set up girl, she comes with the idea-15
3. Natalie- She is the one who gets the equipment to tie me up-14
4. Jasmine- She comes up with ideas for more tortures after the tie-up – 13

1. The Surprise is Planned

Jay was a member of his Church Community group. They met every Sunday after services while the younger children attended Sunday school and the adults had their own meetings concerning the struggles of family life and how to live them in a Christian manner. Jay’s group was for those too old for Sunday school and too young to be married or even have a job. Jay himself went to college and did not need to work for a living or to pay for his tuition, as his wealthy parents paid for everything he had.

This tended to make him somewhat of a snob, and he tended to show off his fancy car and fancy clothes to the others in the group – who came from less well-off, hard -working families. The other eight members in his group, ranging in age from 13 to 20, did not have any of Jay’s special advantages and privileges, and were understandably resentful when he bragged about the Country Club where he would play Golf in the afternoon. Adam, the nominal leader of the group as he was the oldest member, tried to show Jay what an unchristian attitude he was displaying when he bragged so, but this made no impression on Jay whatsoever. He figured Adam was displaying a sour-grapes attitude because his folks could barely make ends meet in the current lousy economy.

Jay was especially annoying to the four youngest members of the group; all of whom happened to be girls. They were generally easy going and had a sense of humor; but even the best sense of humor in the world starts to crack when another person makes fun of “that quaint old dress” or comments on how those “shoes are looking a bit worn” week after week. Everyone in the group managed to keep a Christian attitude about it for years (Adam had had to put up with it for eight years now, as he and Jay had joined the group more or less together at the age of 12), but Jay was increasingly insufferable by the week.

One day it got really bad, when Jay teased all four girls about some item of their apparel that made them feel as if they were the scum of the earth. The older members, all boys, fared little better; they all worked hard in summer jobs to help their families make ends meet and were understandably resentful when Jay casually mocked this as if he were discussing whether red wine or white goes better with fish. When he left the meeting at its official end, Adam subtly signalled to the others to remain behind.

“Is everyone else as sick of this as I am?” he asked in a voice quite free of anger, but everyone knew that he was feeling the same growing wrath they were.

“Well, I sure am,” said Natalie, who was normally the most outspoken member of the group after Jay anyway. “Who does he think he is, telling me my new dress looks tacky?”

“And my mother made this sweater for me with her own two hands,” piped up Jasmine. “Yet he told me it looked like something bought at Goodwill!”

Everyone else aired their grievances with no more than a civilized level of rancour and raised voices for the next several minutes.

“What should we do about it then?” asked Adam patiently once the babble of outrage settled down a bit. “Ask him to leave the group for good?”

“No good,” said Nathan quietly. “He thinks attending gives him social prestige somehow, even though he doesn’t seem to feel that applies to any of the rest of us somehow.”

“Let’s just talk to the pastor and have him kicked out,” suggested Rick.

“I don’t like that idea either,” said Michelle. “I don’t like going to other people and asking them to solve my problems for me. I’d rather solve them myself.”

“So do I,” replied Max, . “But what can we do? I’d like to beat some sense into him, but that’s not going to do any good, and talking to him doesn’t work either. He just talks all over you self-defensively and he doesn’t ever shut up!”

“Maybe we could just gag him,” suggested Brandy. “Better yet, I’d like to tie him up and gag him so he can’t get a word in edgewise, and we make him see things our way.”

There was a sudden silence in the room as everyone looked at one another. Some of the other boys and girls began to wear sly smiles on their faces.

“Uh, guys…?” added Brandy hesitantly. “Uhhh… I was just kidding.”

“Maybe you were, Brandy,” said Adam. “But I think what you said is a very good idea. Moreover, I think I know when is the best time and place to do it.”

You could have heard a pin drop as everyone else present waited for Adam to continue. Seeing their genuine interest and feeling encouraged, Adam continued on.

“His 20th birthday is this Friday. I happen to know that he plans to spend part of it the same way he usually spends Fridays; walking along that trail in the woods he told us about once. He enjoys his quiet time in the woods when there’s no one to bother him, and he says he *never* sees anyone there. Well, next time, he’s going to see Michelle there!”

“Huh?” exclaimed Michelle. “He is?! Why?”

“You are going to wish him a Happy Birthday,” replied Adam. “And you are going to tell him that you have a surprise for him. And you are going to lead him to that surprise – over behind that little duck pond. You’ll let him assume he knows what that surprise is going to be, but he’s going to get a much different surprise when he follows you there.”

“What makes you so sure he’ll follow me if I ask?” said Michelle. "He's almost four years older than I am and he's always making fun of my clothes."

"But not your looks," Nathan pointed out.

“Michelle, if you ask him really nice, I guarantee he’ll follow you there,” said Adam.

“Yeah, I know *I* would!” said Max dreamily, which brought a quiet laugh from everyone else; even Michelle.

“So what’s the surprise Jay’s actually going to get?” asked Jasmine, who at 13 wasn’t as up to understanding schemes as well as her older friends were… though she’d caught the implications of the use of Michelle as a lure readily enough.

“The four of us guys are going to jump him, wrestle him down, yank all his fancy clothes off of him, tie him up in his skivvies, and give him a birthday Jay will never forget!” said Adam.

“Well Hell, count me in!” replied Max eagerly, nor were Nathan and Rick far behind in voicing their own agreement to the plan.

“Natalie, I know your folks own a hardware store,” said Adam. “Do you think you can bring some stuff we’ll need from a list I’ll write for you?”

Adam wrote out the list; it was a fairly long one. “Wow! That’s sure an awful lot of rope,” commented Natalie. “And clothespins? Are we doing his laundry too when you yank his clothes off? And what are you planning to do with a rug beater? And the…?”

“You’ll find out when the time comes,” Adam assured her. "Think you can get the stuff for us by Friday afternoon?”

“Sure, piece of cake,” replied Natalie confidently. "A birthday cake!" she continued, and tittered at her own joke. Everyone else smiled; perhaps a trifle indulgently.

Further details were arranged, and all agreed to meet at a certain rendezvous early Friday afternoon to give Jay an unforgettable birthday.

To be continued ----
Last edited by Jason Toddman on Tue Aug 31, 2010 8:49 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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Re: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jay Feely » Tue Aug 31, 2010 7:51 pm

cricks5 wrote:Jay beware, you are in for a scare! :twisted:


I would probably be in for a scare in this story, but there is one factor to be considered. The fact that it would be my birthday this Friday. On my birthday, people could do anything they want to me as long as it is under legal limits. Last year on my birthday, my friends smashed a pie in my face, and that was okay for me. I just hope Jason would bring me to chills and make me nervous as I continue to read his story that he made for me.
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: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Aug 31, 2010 10:46 pm

I should have checked with Jay to find out which day his birthday was on. I have modified the first chapter accordingly.

2. The Festivities Begin

At one o’clock Friday afternoon, the eight conspirators assembled and made final preparations. This would be the most daring escapade they had ever contemplated – far bolder than Jay’s last birthday, when some of them got together and actually smashed a pie right into Jay’s smug face! That hadn’t seemed to faze Jay, but what they planned for him on *this* birthday would be sure to send him the proper message! They didn’t intend to hurt him of course – they were good kids after all, not thugs. But they wanted to throw a good scare into him and make him mend his ways!

Jasmine was detailed as the look-out, and at around the expected time she reported that she could see Jay coming in his usual sporty walking clothes. Michelle had already positioned herself where Jay would have to walk right up to her; she was wearing the slinkiest dress she dared to be seen in public in (hoping her parents never caught her wearing the thing) and was striking the most provocative pose she could think of. She felt stupid rather than sexy, but her self-image did not reflect the images her four male (and one of her female) co-conspirators had of her. They’d have been ready to follow her anywhere she said to themselves – perhaps even knowing it would lead to a trap!!! And even the other two girls in the group admitted to themselves that Michelle was gorgeous!

Jay was surprised when he saw Michelle obviously waiting for him along the trail, and he was so impressed by what he saw that the idea of saying anything snide to her never once occurred to him. Indeed, he said a hello to her that was almost followed by a wolf whistle – except he couldn’t quite carry off wolf whistles with any real flair and settled for simply looking at Michelle with open admiration instead. “What brings you way out here, Michelle?” he asked her. “Going for a walk?”

“I was thinking of taking a short one… with *you*,” she told Jay, sounding vaguely like Ginger Grant trying to seduce an unwary Gilligan. “I want to give you a birthday present. Would you like to come with me and… *unwrap it*?”

Jay stared at her with silent, slack-amazement for a moment as he proverbial scales seem to fall from his eyes; why had he never noticed how beautiful Michelle was up to now? When he first met her four years ago, she was a scrawny, awkward little girl and he was already 16. Now *she* was 16 and was not even vaguely like the girl he remembered; now she was a beautiful young woman who was actually trying to seduce him!

A tightening sensation in his groin indicated to him that it was working too.

“What do you say we go someplace nice and cosy?” suggested Michelle. “I have a nice picnic lunch set up just behind the trees there by the duck pond.” This was perfectly true by the way, though the picnic lunch wasn’t really for Jay at all; but she couldn’t be accused of lying at any rate. “Want to come with me and share it? And… dessert?”

Well, that did it for sure. Jay would have followed her anywhere by then. He was tempted to try ‘unwrapping’ his present then and there, but Michelle backed away with a sweet laugh. “Don’t be impatient, birthday boy. Come with me. You won’t have to walk far! And you’ll have all afternoon to spend with me!”

And with the other seven too, she thought to herself with a smile. And a long afternoon Jay was going to find it to be too!

With a great big smile on his face, Jay walked along with Michelle down the trail she indicated would take them to the picnic spot she had set up. And sure enough, there it was, in a secluded glade surrounded by trees on almost all sides, with one portion of the duck pond on the side that was left. There were three picnic tables there, and a picnic lunch already set out for four atop one of them and for another four on the second one, while the table in between them was still bare.

Jay stopped in puzzlement. Why were so places set when it was just the two of them?

He turned to face Michelle, who had fallen back behind him… and like magic there were Ada, Nathan, Max, and Rick there as well. Only they didn’t look like they were there to wish him happy birthday! All were dressed in outfits suitable for wrestling or swimming, and in a moment all four were doing both… for they rushed at Jay all together as he stood at the edge of the duck pond and all five were carried by the rush into the water. Jay was not braced for the impact of four onrushing bodies and was knocked backward into the pond. He was not hurt but the shock of being knocked on his ass into the cold water with all his clothes on was not a comfortable one for him.

He was not going to get any more comfortable any time soon!

Jay protested vigorously as Adam and the others wrestled him down deeper into the water, getting him wetter and angrier by the moment. But though none of his opponents were too much for him one on one, he was no match for the four of together even had he been prepared for the onslaught. But what was even more upsetting to him than getting his fine new clothes wet was the fact that the other four were virtually wrestling all of his clothes right off of him – while Michelle and the other three girls (when did *they* turn up?) watched in delight from the safety of dry land.

His vest was pulled off him fist, and then his shirt quickly. Jay managed to put up more of a struggle by the time they tried his undershirt off of him, but Adam distracted him by pulling at his belt buckle instead. In alarm, Jay tried to ward Adam off, but then Nathan got behind him and tugged off Jay’s T-shirt from behind and flung it to the grassy shore after the other sodden articles of clothing. Jay caught a quick glimpse of Michelle running off somewhere with his shirt when Max and Nathan literally pulled his leg, forced him to land on his backside a second time, and quick as a wink pulled his shoes and socks right off him in two well-coordinated movements.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” Jay shouted in anger.

“It’s your birthday, Jay,” said Adam. “And you’re going to spend it dressed in your *birthday suit*!”

It took Jay a precious moment to digest this information before all four boys waded in on him again and wrestled him down onto his back into the water. Now his head was briefly submerged as he struggled and spluttered and try to yell for help and yell curses in the same breath. But Max straddled Jay’s chest, grabbed Jay by the hair, and held Jay’s head underwater for a few seconds. “Cry uncle!” demanded Max. When Jay refused, his head got ducked again. “This went on five times before he finally yielded. Then Max and Nathan held Jay down while Adam and Rick pulled Jay’s pants right off of him.

Then, to Jay’s utter horror and amazement, the boxers were taken away too. He struggled briefly but another ducking took care of that! And now he was – as Ada had phrased it – in his birthday suit; clad as he was the moment he was born!

But the worst was yet to come. Natalie walked to the edge of the pond and tossed coils of rope to each of the four boys surrounding Jay, and they proceeded to tie him up. Adam bound Jay’s ankles and Rick bound his wrists behind his back while Jay was forced to lie on his stomach – with his head kept above water by Nathan and Max as they continued to keep him pinned down. Then Adam proceeded to tie Jay’s legs together above and below the knees while Rick tightly bound Jay’s arms and shoulders immovably to his sides.

Helpless by now to move by himself, Jay was forced to allow the other four boys to drag him out of the water and onto the grass. But they didn’t stop there. They dragged him right over to the empty picnic table, lifted him bodily up, and set him lying on his back on top of it. Adam stood at one end of the table and held down Jay’s feet while Rick stood at the other end and held down Jay’s shoulders. Max then looped rope around Jay’s body and through the half-inch-wide gaps in the wooden boards of the picnic table, while Nathan (kneeling underneath) passed them under Jay’s body and poked the ends back up the other side. This process was repeated quickly and efficiently like a sewing needle threading a button onto a shirt. Within minutes, coils of rope bound Jay to the picnic from his shoulders down to his ankles. A terry cloth was then laid in the appropriate place as a token nod to his modesty.

Then Michelle waked up to Jay, smiled down at him, and held out a ball gag. “Here is your present,” she said sweetly as Adam lifted up Jay’s head so that Michelle could buckle on the ball gag from behind. It was soon on nice and snug.

Then, helpless to move and speak, Jay watched as his eight friends gathered around him. What were they going to do to him now?!!

“Happy Birthday to you!” they sang in almost perfect harmony. “Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Jaa-ayy! Happy Birthday to you!”


To Be Continued ----
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Re: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Aug 31, 2010 11:06 pm

So naturally you had to get a word in first and then say nothing constructive. Typical.
BTW nless you have something worthwhile to say, please do not respond to this again until Jay does, so he can see my name instead of yours and realize his story has been updated again, okay?
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Re: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jay Feely » Wed Sep 01, 2010 4:18 am

I like the second part. Now, I am wondering what is going to happen to me.
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: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Sep 01, 2010 8:14 am

Wonder no more, Birthday Boy!!! :mrgreen:

3. Baptism and Other Tortures

Nathan suddenly priduced a set of hinged clothespin and carefully placed them on Jay's nipples, which made the birthday boy writhe. Another pair was clamped on his earlobes by Rick. Then each of his other six friends proceeded to clap clothespin on various fleshy portions of his anatomy - though mercifully they spared the one region he dreaded they would affix them to. But the region hidden by the terry cloth remained unviolated throughout the ordeal.

Everyone then had a pleasant lunch… well, everyone but Jay, who was a little tied up at the moment. The boys sat at one picnic table and the girls the other. All partook of egg and potato salad, fried chicken, rolls, and ice cold soda – and watched Jay and laughed as he looked at them ate and drink wide-eyed while they offered him nothing. He could not even beg for anything while he was gagged, and for most of the meal they insisted on pretending that they were perfectly oblivious to his wants and desires.

Then Max came over with a chicken leg and waved it over Jay’s face; close to his nose so that he could smell the delectable aroma. Jay was quite hungry by now, having had only a light breakfast before his walk in plans on having a heavy lunch afterward. The others knew that this was Jay’s accustomed habit, and so knew he must be ravenously hungry and thirsty by now. And so just the smell of the chicken and the sight of an ice cold can of soda (which Max rubbed against his face as an extra tease) was pure torture.

The torture was just beginning.

A birthday cake – complete with 20 lit candles – was brought in, and placed right on Jay’s chest. There was a second rendition of Happy Birthday, and Jay was asked to blow out the candles. As he was still gagged at the time this was rather difficult, and so finally the others simply yanked the candles off one by one, placed them on flat hard candies with sticky tape on their undersides, and placed in a small ring around Jay’s navel. The candles continued to burn… and melt… while Jay’s friends cut the cake into eight pieces and dug in. Thus, while Jay got none of his own cake, he did collect all the melted wax on his navel as the small candles continued to burn. The candles were small, so even twenty of them did not produce very much wax – but what there was caused Jay to writhe and thrash futilely in his bonds. Finally though, the candles burned out one by one. Finally they were removed - along with (at last!) the clothespins.

Michelle walked up to the foot of the picnic table on which Max lay holding a feather duster and gently began to brush the bottoms of his bound feet with it. The tickling sensation was almost overwhelming all at once, and he writhed and thrashed futilely in his bonds… though he was able to move so little this was hardly apparent. The only really noticeable effect was that the terry cloth on his groin began to rise and form a pyramid shape as something pushed up on it from underneath with ever-increasing insistence.

“Oh, you naughty boy!” giggled Brandy, who nonetheless got a rather larger and heavier towel to cover up the worst of Jay’s embarrassment while Michelle relentlessly continued her tickle torture. “You need to cool off!”

And so a bucket which had been brought specifically for his purpose was filled with water from the pond and Jay was drenched with it from head to foot by a smiling Adam. Then Rick took the bucket, refilled it, and drenched Jay too. Then each of the other six took their own turn one by one in drenching Jay with pond water. Jay was thoroughly wet and cold by the time a giggling Jasmine had taken her turn.

But then Adam and Rick brought the ice cooler which they had used to keep the sodas cold and emptied it all over Jay. Some of the ice had melted, and the melt-water was far colder than the pond-water Jay had been drenched with. But there were a lot of ice cubes still remaining, and they were now carefully heaped on top of Jay’s shivering body by his laughing and jeering friends.

Adam and Rick then carried the ice cooler off to get more ice from somewhere while Jay was left to the tender mercies of the remaining six. However, for the most part they simply watched him with amusement as he shivered underneath the layer of ice cubes. They made no move to torment him further, but they did nothing to ease his plight either. They simply laughed and talked among themselves as they sit at the other picnic tables; seemingly deaf to his gagged and muffled pleas for mercy.

Adam and Rick were gone for an hour, and Jay was merely allowed to suffer in mute silence during this interval as the ice cubes slowly melted away off of him. Then just as he was starting to remember what it felt like to be warm again, they came back with an apparently heavily laden ice chest (judging by the way they strained to carry it).

However, there was no application of more ice. Instead the two older boys released the ropes that tied Jay to the table, turned him over, and then re-tied him so that he lay on his stomach. “Time for your Birthday spanking!” announced Adam, who now produced a rather sturdy looking rug beater and proceeded to beat Jay’s bared butt with it. Adam had a very strong arm and spared no effort as he whaled away on Jay’s defenceless behind. The rug beater was deceptively soft looking, but it hurt like a mofo!!! Once – twice –thrice - four times – five! Jay lost count after five, and his defenceless rear end felt like it was on fire after a few more times. Finally the merciless pounding stopped, and Jay was told that had been twenty times; once for each year old he was.

Jay thought that was the end of that, but he was wrong. Now Rick took the rug beater in hand, and Jay sobbed in despair because Rick was stronger than Adam was! Twenty more paddles Jay endured with a strong and heavy arm, but Jay knew this was only the beginning. Nathan took his turn next, and though he was not as string s Adam or Rick it no longer mattered, his bare butt was already so tenderized that far lighter strokes than Nathan’s would have been torture for him by then. By the time the girls began their turns, their gentler strokes hurt more than Adam’s had at their worst. Even Jasmine’s spanks felt like they were being administered by ‘Macho Man’ Randy Savage himself, and his eyes were blinded by his own tears of pain and humiliation.

Jay was untied from the table again, but the ropes that kept him bound were left on him (although they were checked to make sure he was developing no problems with his circulation). Jay only then noticed that the four boys had now stripped down to their swim trunks only. He was just figuring the significance of this out when they grasped him firmly and proceeded to carry him bodily out to the pond. He began to struggle.

“Take it easy, Jay,” Adam said with a laugh. “We’re not going to drown you! But we notice that you’ve signed up to be baptized! So we’re all going to give you a practice baptism right here and now.”

Jay continued t struggle nonetheless, but it was obviously futile as the four boys carried him past the shore line and into the water – carrying him out until the water was up to his midriff. Then Adam solemnly intoned the rite of Baptism that he had committed to memory (he must have heard it a hundred times in his life), pinched Jay’s nose shut, and he and Rick ducked Jay underneath the water for the requisite three seconds. The boys kept a firm hold on Jay at all times, and the other two stood close by in case something went wrong. Jay was then pulled out of the water again.

And then after a pause of another three seconds he was ducked again for three seconds. Pulled out… three second pause… and ducked again. And again. And again. Jay lost count of how many times he was ducked after about a dozen or so. Also, the times he was held under seemed to be slightly longer each time. By the time he was losing count, each ducking lasted a good five seconds, and after a few more they were up to ten seconds in duration. The pauses in between were, mercifully, longer too as he frantically tried to catch his breath, but nowhere near as long as he might have liked. By the time the boys finally relented on his practice baptisms, each ducking must have been somewhere between twenty and thirty seconds in duration – which was just about at the limits of Jay’s endurance when it came to how he could hold his breath.

Finally, the four boys decided Jay had had enough and pulled him out of the water. Then the ropes that bound Jay’s arms to his sides and bound his wrists firmly behind him were undone, and Jay thought that he was being released. But he found that he was wrong when a set of handcuffs were produced and his wrists were cuffed together in front of him. Then h was forced to lie on top of the table while a set of chains were wrapped around it and his upper body and secured in place with a padlock right beside his bound hands. The ropes binding his legs were removed and a set of leg-cuffs were locked on his feet in their place, with more chain wrapped around the table and keeping them in place with a padlock – also within reach of his bound hands (or would be if he were able to rise a little).

Although the ropes were all removed from Jay, the chains kept him just as immobile as he had been before. At this point his gag was removed long enough to give him a drink. He was allowed to drink all the water he wanted. It was only when the gag was replaced that Jay realized that he was not being given any opportunity to relieve his bladder, and that the soda he drank was going to come at a high price to him later if his captivity endured for much longer.

And this is when the second cooler full of ice was dumped on top of him.

Added to this massive collection of smaller ice cubes, a larger one over a cubic foot in size was placed directly on his upper body. Jay shivered, and tried to move so that the large cube would slide off of him.

“I wouldn’t do that,” warned Adam. “The keys to the cuffs and to your padlocks are all inside there. Once the cube has melted, you’ll be able to reach those keys and easily free yourself – provided you don’t let them slide away out of your reach. If that cube slides off and hits the ground, well – you’ll be stuck there until someone finds you. It’s almost sunset now, but in this warm air I figure the keys will be melted out by sunrise and you’ll be able to walk home on your own – once you find your clothes where we carefully hid them anyway. If you lose the keys, well – we’ll make sure someone finds you by about this time tomorrow.”

Adam and the others then packed up their gear and left jay chained to the picnic table, cheerily waving to him and calling out “Happy Birthday!”

Only Jay knows what he said back to them through his gag.

Jay’s friends were soon out of sight and earshot, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
He shivered as the ice cubes melted all over him, but he did his best to make sure that the large one did NOT slide off of him. It would ease his immediate torment were to do so, but in the end his torment would be greatly prolonged.

Night fell, and Jay was alone in the dark.

As the ice cubes slowly melted away over the next few hours, the pressure in his bladder began to grow. Oh, if only he hadn’t let them give him so much soda; but he’d been so thirsty!!!

Ohhh…. Would that damned big ice cube *never* melt away and release him?!

And then Jay heard a sound in the darkness behind him…

To Be Continued? :twisted:
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Re: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jay Feely » Wed Sep 01, 2010 9:44 am

Wow, this story is getting better. The part where I was baptized was amazingly described. I see now why Jason is a great writer because he appeals to the emotions and attitude of the characters and there is specific description.
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: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Sep 01, 2010 9:48 am

jay wrote:Wow, this story is getting better. The part where I was baptized was amazingly described. I see now why Jason is a great writer because he appeals to the emotions and attitude of the characters and there is specific description.

The fact that I've prsonally experienced much of the stuff I write about helps too.
Shall I continue the story or do you think it's a good ending right here? :twisted:
Just kidding. I'll work on a fourth chapter sometime today or tonight. :big:
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Re: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jay Feely » Wed Sep 01, 2010 10:04 am

You had to scare me like that. Personally, I think it was because I did the same with your story. I think I should write a story in which I tie you up and torture you, but that is not a priority right now at this moment because I have other things to do like school work, wrestling matches, and christian fellowship. Maybe someday in the near future, and with your permission, I would work on the newer story about me tying you up and torturing you.
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: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Sep 01, 2010 10:28 am

Sounds like fun to me. Whenever you're ready. Maybe make it the result of my losing a wrestling match with you; that'd be fun too. 8)
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Re: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Sep 01, 2010 12:40 pm

Very good! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Sep 02, 2010 11:21 am

Well Jeez Cricks, then it wouldn't be *torture*, now would it?!? :twisted: If you prefer, think of it as waterboarding without the board.

4. Jay's Belated Birthday Present


The ice melting on Jay’s body – especially that monster chunk containing the keys to his eventual freedom that rested in his midriff – had frozen his body almost numb ages ago. Most of the smaller ice cubes had long since melted and drained away in the warm summer night air however, leaving only the one large cube remaining to torment his flesh. Jay hugged it to him though, as he not dare let it slide out of his reach. The chunk was still well over half its original size however, and was still numbingly cold against the part of his body where it rested. However, at least the rest of his all-but-naked body had begun to regain its warmth thanks to the balmy summer night heat.

But when Jay heard that sound in the darkness, he felt a chill far more intense than any he had felt all day – ice or no ice! Were the others returning? If so, were they just checking on him, planning to free him… or torment him even more? And what if it were someone else? Would they attempt to help him – or would they merely add to his plight?

Helpless to move, Jay shivered from fear as much as from the chill of that icy block on his body as he waited to hear a repeat of that sound or to see its source.

“Warming up to the situation, Jay?” asked a sardonic but at least familiar voice; it was Max. “Or does having that ice on your chest leave you cold?”

“Perhaps you’d like us to warm you up a little?” added a second, feminine voice. It took Jay a moment to recognize it as Michelle’s.

“M-m-mmm,” was the only answer Jay could make under the circumstances. His eyes already adjusted to the darkness, he could now see the two figures of his taunting captors approach him from the direction of the foot of the table on which he lay. Behind them he could see a third form moving, but could not tell who it was until he too spoke.

“Glad to see you’re happy to see us,” said Nathan. “Here, let me help you get a bit warmer.” So saying, Nathan removed the block of ice containing the keys to Jay’s bonds from his chest and set it down on the ground nearby. Jay was relieved to have that cold weight off of us, but now he was becoming concerned whether this indicated benign intentions on Nathan’s part or the reverse. Even when Nathan produced a large bath towel and began rubbing Jay down with it to help dry the cold water off of him, Jay was uncertain what was going to happen to him next.

“Still feeling chilly?” said Max, who now took a smaller towel and laid it all over Max front, covering him from his clavicle down to his thighs – not only warming him a little but covering his nudity considerably better than the small terry cloth that had been his only covering up until now. “Okay, I’ll warm you up a bit more.”

And with that, Max stepped up onto the table seat, turned around, and sat down sideways right on top of Jay’s belly!

Jay squirmed, band not just because of the discomfort from the sudden weight upon his stomach. Max was not particularly large or heavy for a boy his age, and he was fully clothed now (if in short-sleeved shirt and knee-length shorts because of the warm night) rather than wearing only a swimsuit like before. All the same, this felt so… kinky! But at the same time, Jay could not deny that the heat from Max’s body was almost comforting after the prolonged chill his naked body had been enduring the last few hours.

But then, to add to his chagrin and discomfort, Michelle then climbed up from the other side and – with an almost uncontrollable giggle - sat down sideways on Jay’s chest. It was more mortifying than painful however, as Michelle was lighter (though taller) than Max. It would have been worse had she sat facing him, so that the inside of her skirt was in his view. He was spared that indignity at least – but he was to find he’d be spared little else for a long, long while.

Jay feared that Nathan would join the other two in sitting on him, and when the older boy began to touch Jay’s face his eyes opened wide in sheer alarm. Surely he wouldn’t sit… *there*?! Oh no! He’d rather *die* than endure such a thing!!!

But Nathan made no such attempt to do something that awful. Instead, he lifted Jay’s head slightly off the table while Michelle reached down and unbuckled the straps that held Jay’s ball gag in place. She then pulled it off and smiled as Jay groaned in relief and flexed his jaws – enjoying being free of that restraint for the first time in many hours.

“Want a drink?” Nathan asked Jay, holding up a bottle of spring water.

Jay nodded his head vigorously, finding it still difficult to vocalize a reply; his jaw was sore and his mouth as dry as cotton. Nathan pulled off the twist cap from the 16-ounce bottle, stuck a straw into it, and held it close to Jay’s mouth so that he could drink as freely from it as was possible in his current prone condition. It was not easy to swallow while Jay and Michelle sat on top of him, but he decided drinking was more important than protesting his current treatment.

Once he had emptied the bottle and his mouth felt more normal however, Jay made an attempt to appeal for mercy anyway. But he didn’t get more than two words out before Nathan pulled his head up again and Michelle strapped the ball gag back in him. Nathan had to hold Jay’s head firmly in place for this as Jay did his best to resist this process. But it was no use in the end, but simply added to their amusement as Michelle wrestled the gag back into place (leaning more heavily upon his chest with her hip in the process) and strapped it back into place.

Jay gave up struggling and lay there helplessly, looking reproachfully up at his captors with wide eyes sowing his fear.

“Adam figured leaving you here and letting you free yourself when that ice block melted in the morning would be sufficient to teach you a lesson,” Michelle finally said to Jay after a long silence. “But the three of us got together to discuss it among ourselves and we decided that it’s *not* enough.”

Jay felt an icy stab of fear strike him in the heart. This grew worse even when Max and Michelle got off of him and, together with Nathan, proceeded to untie him. Max took a hatchet from a basket the three had brought and used it to hack away at the ice block that held the keys Jay had been awaiting all these hours. It took a few minutes, but the keys were soon free of the ice. Even when the chains locking him to the picnic table were removed from him and cleared away, Jay knew that the worst was yet to come. Even when Jay was allowed to rise off the picnic table and the shackles on his feet were removed, he knew that he was doomed.

He just did not know what form that doom would take until Michelle pulled a large dress out of the basket and told him to put it on. They did not look away from him even when he was forced to drop the towel covering his nudity in order to comply. And comply he did – and hastily at that to cover himself up – while blushing cheery red; there was no question of making a break for it while handcuffed and naked as a jaybird. He put on the dress, and then sat down on the picnic table when bidden – and remained quiet as the leg-cuffs were replaced on him. Shoes and socks were then given to him and he put these on as well.

Jay’s handcuffs were removed temporarily while he was compelled to put on a blouse. Then his hands were re-cuffed behind his back while a dog collar was placed around his neck. Max then climbed onto the table behind him, swung his legs around Jay’s body, and sat down upon Jay’s shoulders. A short chain was attached to Jay’s collar; the other end of which was held by Michelle.

“Last month you said my dress makes me look like a dog,” Michelle told Jay. “Now you’ll see how *you* like being treated like a dog for a while.”

“And you made fun of me because I have to carry heavy loads for a living,” Max told him next. “You’ve never had to carry your own weight, but now you’ll carry mine!”

“Stand up now, and come with us,” Michelle told him with a no-nonsense look to her face. Jay did as he was told. Max was thirty pounds lighter than Jay was, but Jay still staggered beneath the other boy’s weight. But Michelle was now pulling on his leash, and Nathan was walking behind him and snapping at his bare legs with hard, cruel flicks with a towel whenever he was not moving.

Jay was compelled to walk along wood trails for the rest of the night, his way lit by a flashlight Michelle carried in her free hand. Max’s weight on his shoulders was an increasingly onerous burden, but he could not complain. Max explained patiently to him that he was forced to carry heavy loads all day; now it was Jay’s turn to see what it was like to endure carrying loads and then be mocked for it.

Jay was staggering with exhaustion when, just about at dawn, they reached the backyard of what he recognized as Nathan’s house. He was compelled to enter the house by his captors after Max (finally!) got off of his shoulders. He was immediately taken down into a dark, damp cellar with a wet dirt floor, and there he saw what his fate was to be.

There was an iron cage- a mere three feet to a side - in the center of the cellar; it’s bars each about half an inch in diameter and a mere three inches apart. Its door was unlocked and wide open – ready to receive him!!

Wild-eyed, Jay struggled to get away, but it was far too late for that. His three merciless captors grappled with him and forced him into the cage – which was barely large enough to contain him even hunched over uncomfortably. They closed the door on him and sealed the hasp with a padlock. Then a length of thick heavy chain was looped around the edge of the door and the adjacent frame and secured in place with another, even heavier padlock. Jay’s leash was removed, but not his handcuffs nor leg-cuffs.

Jay looked up at is three captors in mute appeal, but they merely smiled down at him with nom pity in their eyes. “This is your birthday present, Jay,” Nathan told him. “I made it myself especially for you. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it for a long time to come.”

The three then slowly walked away and climbed up the stairs leading out of the cellar, ignoring Jay’s frantic “mphhs” as he screamed at them through his gag. The cellar light was shut off, and the last things he heard for a long while was the sound of the cellar door closing and locking – and Michelle’s muted laughter from the other side.


TBC - maybe... eventually! :twisted:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jay Feely » Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:02 pm

A dress plus a collar and a cage. You are getting more devious.
BTW: I will be baptized for real for Christian Church.
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: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby sarumansauron » Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:08 pm

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

Re: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:17 pm

jay wrote:A dress plus a collar and a cage. You are getting more devious.

Isn't that what you wanted? :twisted:

jay wrote: BTW: I will be baptized for real for Christian Church.


Just as my story predicted, huh? :mrgreen: Hopefully it'll be lots easier than te baptism you got here!
It may be a while before I can continue the story, which is why I left it open-ended like this; but 'll get back to it eventually.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jay Feely » Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:21 pm

You did not predict anything actually. I had always wanted to be baptized.
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: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat Sep 04, 2010 9:03 am

Ummm... I thought you told me earlier that your church did not practice baptism per se. Maybe I misunderstood; hardly the first time I misunderstood something - as you may have noticed. :oops:
Anyway, here is the conclusion to this story.

5. Jay's Redemption

Suddenly Jay heard a sound in the darkness – and awoke with a sensation of numbing cold on his chest. He tried to move and remembered he was still tied – but not in the way he was expecting. It took Jay a moment or two to orient himself.

He wasn’t inside a cage in Nathan’s cellar; he was still lying on the picnic table with the ice block on top of him. The noise he had just heard was the block cracking in two and the icy sensation was caused by the resulting release of a new surge of icy water all over him. Somehow, Jay had actually managed to sleep for several hours despite his rather awkward predicament.

My God, that whole kidnap scene was a dream, Jay thought to himself. Then, he thought ruefully, if only this entire ‘picnic’ incident had been only a dream too!

It was now past dawn, and the darkness of night had given way to early morning sunshine. Realizing that he could now see fairly well, Jay looked at his front; the block had disintegrated and the keys to his freedom lay mere inches from his hands – thankfully trapped in places by his own bound arms. Carefully he reached out with one hand and grasped the keys, and within minutes succeeded in freeing himself.

Jay still had one embarrassing dilemma to deal with: it was now broad daylight and he had no clothes. But his friends had thoughtfully provided him with a new set to wear until he got home; a nice one-piece sleeveless dress and blouse (with a garish floral pattern) courtesy of Michelle. There was a note attached to it:

Sorry for the tacky dress, but if you prefer to be seen in your birthday suit that’s your choice. See you next Sunday.

It was signed by all eight of his friends.

He chose the dress of course. He also chose the most roundabout and least used route home that he could find through the woods - avoiding paths and roads as much as possible. Thankfully no one he knew saw him until he was almost safely home, although he did raise a few eyebrows among his neighbors.

From then on, Jay was a lot more polite to his friends at church. He even hosted a picnic for them the following week at the same spot and they all laughed about it together. From then on, they were much better friends.

But he never told them about the scary dream he’d had afterward.

After all, why tempt Fate?

THE END
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jay Feely » Sat Sep 04, 2010 9:07 am

Thanks for an awesome story. I really like the ending

BTW, In real life, I am a nice kid with a good heart according to my friends. Only in role play situations, and in here, that I am a brat.
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: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat Sep 04, 2010 9:36 am

I hadn't thought otherwise. This was, after all, only an rp scenario...one I wouldn't have minded living myself except for the whole cage in a cellar thing probably.
Thank goodness that was only a bad dream, eh? :quirk:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Jay Feely » Sat Sep 04, 2010 1:29 pm

Yep, that was good that it was only a bad dream.
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: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby Boundgal08 » Sun Sep 05, 2010 7:44 am

Very nice story here :D very nice indeed :D
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'

Re: Jay's Birthday Surprise

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:33 am

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