Early TUGs experiences

Postby Nicktie » Tue Apr 30, 2013 1:28 pm

Ever since I was a young child, I have always enjoyed movies and TV shows in which someone got tied up. Remember the animated TV show "inspector gadget"? Before it was an awful Hollywood movie it was a pretty good TV show. My favorite episode was the one where Gadget's daughter (the blonde girl..Wendy I think her name was) was taken hostage and tied up. I never really knew WHY that was my favorite episode until later, when I could understand the feelings that I had.

About me: I'm a relatively normal guy, or at least what amounts to "normal" these days...I just turned 30 a few months ago, live in a good neighborhood, drive a decent car, and have a good life overall. Anyone who looks at me riding my bike would think "just a regular guy". But beneath that "regular guy" is someone who is in touch with, and embraces, his love of TUGs and bondage.


My early TUGs experences took place in Sunny California in the early nineties. My father was in the Navy, so we moved around a lot when I was a child. This particular house, however, will always hold a special place in my heart. I am 11 years old at the time, just under 5' tall, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Not fat, not skinny, but about average for a boy who plays a bit of baseball in the Summer. I wouldn't go run a marathon but I wouldn't be relegated to the couch either.

One of my neighbors was another Navy family with two kids: Angela and Jeremy. Angela was my age, redhead with green eyes, my height, a tomboy and very friendly. Jeremy was her brother, he was 14, skinny, light brown hair, light brown eyes, and I looked up to him - literally. He was about 6 inches taller than me, since he already started his teenage growth spurt. I would spend lots of time over at their house across the street and they'd spend lots of time over at my place as well.

One warm sunny day, I was barefoot wearing a t-shirt and shorts, catching butterflies when Angela came over. She was wearing cutoff jean shorts and a light t-shirt, her hear was up in a ponytail and she too was barefoot in the warm weather. Angela came over and we were playing cops and robbers, as preteens do, with fake toy handcuffs and jump rope. I would be the cop and I'd chase her, then once I catch her I'd "interrogate" her until she coughed up the information, then we'd switch. Somehow, I always found myself being the robber a lot more often than the cop. I'd "resist" when she tried to place the cuffs on me, and I'd run away from her and try to outrun her. Most of the time I'd actually let her catch me. Well on this day, I was the cop. I had some real rope this time that I had taken from our garage, only about 10 feet but it was enough, in addition to the standard arsenal of plastic handcuffs and squirt gun. I cornered Angela in the backyard against the house and as I began to place her under arrest, out of nowhere she screams "gotcha!" as she whips around me and forces ME against the house! She grabs my hands, forcing them behind my back, and I hear the ratcheting of the handcuffs as they tighten around me, but this time the sound is different and the cuffs are cold. I realize she's got REAL handcuffs! Not the plastic ones we usually use! I didn't know why but I was more exited than normal at this new development.

"Allright, now that the tables have turned, what should I do with you?" she asked. Me showing signs of the smartass I am tell her "Oh I don't know, but I can get out of this no problem" as I begin to thrash back and forth in an attempt to release myself from her grasp. "I don't think so" comes a voice from the back door. I turn towards the sound of the voice and out comes her older brother Jeremy with another pair of handcuffs and some more rope around his shoulder. Needless to say, I can't get away from BOTH of them. Jeremy wraps some loops of rope around my arms and chest while Angela takes the rope that I had and proceeds to wrap it around my ankles, killing any chance of excape I would have. I wriggle and writhe trying to squirm out, but I am no match for the two of them. Jeremy picks me up and carries me into the garage, where there is a couch and small TV. He plops me on the couch on my stomach and then tells his sister "watch this, this is how you tie someone up good".

He takes off the handcuffs around my wrists and forces them to cross. He takes the remainder of the rope that was around my arms and chest and uses that on my wrists, looping the rope over one wrist, under the other, and then reversing direction. Finally when he had about two feet of the rope left he wrapped it around his previous loops and tightened it so tight I could barely move. He took the handcuffs that were around my wrists and shackled them around my ankles, then he un-did the ropes holding my ankles. "That's so he won't think of kicking or getting away" he told his siter with a little snicker in his voice. "I wasn't just thinking of it, I was planning on it" I say, which turned out to be a big mistake. Jeremy tells his sister to retrieve the roll of duct tape that's on the workbench. When she returns with it, jeremy pulls off a strip of it and tells me to pucker up as he places strip after strip of duct tape across my mouth from cheek to cheek. Just when I think he's done, he takes more strips and puts them under my chin, cheek to cheek. I have no way of saying anything but "mmmmfff" and I begin to realize I'm in heaven.

Now that his captive is not mouthing off anyore, he goes back to my cuffed feet. He takes some rope and loops it around my thighs several times and then he brings my ankles down and begins wrapping them with the rope that has immobilized my legs. He ties my ankles together and then he goes 90* and finishes off by tightening the loops around my ankles by looping in between them. I am not going anywhere and I couldn't be happier. He placed the handcuffs back on my wrists nice and tight...not because my wrists needed it, but I'd figure out later it presents a nice visual, tied up AND handcuffed, helpless and unable to escape.

Just when I thought he was done, he takes one final piece of rope, tying one end to my wrists, and wraps it around my ankles and pulls...HARD. I yelp a bit as my ankles and wrists are brought closer together behind my back as my arms are stretched further backwards. "Are you OK"? Angela asks me, with a look of concern in her eyes. I nod my head as Jeremy tells her "he wasn't expecting it, that's all". "Good. Bet he's not expecting this either" she says as she grabs a bandanna and wraps it around my eyes, blindfolding me. She begins to tickle the bottom of my feet with her fingernails. I squirm a bit but then "turn it off" after a few seconds, which makes her brother laugh. "I didn't know he could do that" he says. "Yeah, I wish I could do that too" Angela replies. "I'll be right back" she says to us as she scampers off to go into the house, leaving me and Jeremy alone.

"How are you doing, are you enjoying yourself?" he askes me as he gets a nod in return. He runs his fingers lightly up and down my sides, causing me to breathe in swiftly with the sensation (To this day, that feeling instantly manages to both comfort me and turn me on). He absent-mindedly plays with the bottom of my feet as well as my sides, switching whenever I am succesfful at turning the tickle reflex off.

"Well, I've gotta go" he says as Angela comes back into the garage "see you guys later" he says. Angela comes over and tells me her dad is on his way home, and she proceeds to untie me and remove my blindfold. Once I'm no longer trussed up like a turkey and standing on my own two feet again, she wraps her arms around me, gives me a quick peck on the cheek and whispers "that was fun, let's do it again, without Jeremy next time".











This is my first story so let me know what y'all think, please :) I will recount more of Angela, Jeremy and I in the coming weeks if you like. And thanks for reading! As I was writing this I hd some really great childhood memories. :D

Re: Early TUGs experiences

Postby FelixSH » Tue Apr 30, 2013 2:03 pm

That was a nice story.
There is a lack of this innocent childhood stories here at the moment, so if you have more to share I´d like to read them too.

Re: Early TUGs experiences

Postby Jack Roper » Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:33 pm

That sounds like a wonderful childhood memory of a TUGs game. Please do continue.

By the way, your writing style is great.

Re: Early TUGs experiences

Postby drawscore » Tue Apr 30, 2013 11:38 pm

When my friend and I were around nine years old, his favorite program was "Rin Tin Tin," which ran on Saturday morning, and he used to wear his cub scout uniform, and pretend he was Rusty. One Saturday, an episode aired where Rusty got tied and gagged, and after it was over, I teased him that I was going to tie him up like Rusty was tied on TV. It was a joke on my part, but he quickly said "OK!"

I wasn't too good at tying anyone up at the age of nine, but I went ahead and tied his hands and feet, then asked him "How's that?"

He said it was pretty good, but that since Rusty was gagged, he wanted to be gagged, too. Lacking any bandanas, I took his neckerchief, and used it.

It took him less than five minutes to get loose, and when he did, he said "Why don't you get your uniform, and I'll tie you up like Rusty." Afraid of being called a "chicken," I agreed, and soon, I was in the same fix I had him in earlier. He couldn't tie very well either, and I got out fairly quickly, as well.

We both thought it was kind of fun, and from that point on, we always made sure we brought plenty of rope for our games of "Cowboys and Indians," and "Cops and Robbers." After several months of practice, we got better at tying up each other, and our friends, and less able to escape. He once said that it was the most fun when he and I were tied up together, by one of our other friends, or by the 12 year old boy scout who helped our den mother.

Drawscore

Re: Early TUGs experiences

Postby canuck100 » Thu May 02, 2013 10:33 am

Cute, lovely story so far.

Re: Early TUGs experiences

Postby xtc » Thu May 02, 2013 10:48 am

FelixSH wrote:That was a nice story.
There is a lack of this innocent childhood stories here at the moment, so if you have more to share I´d like to read them too.


I agree.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: Early TUGs experiences

Postby Nicktie » Fri May 10, 2013 8:19 pm

Thank you for the responses so far - I really appreciate them!

Re: Early TUGs experiences

Postby Nicktie » Fri May 31, 2013 9:09 pm

OK so it's been a little bit, and I have a little spare time so here's another one of my experiences that I shared with my neighbor Angela and her brother, Jeremy.

Recap of us: I am 11 years old at the time, just under 5' tall, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Not fat, not skinny, but about average for a boy who plays a bit of baseball in the Summer. I wouldn't go run a marathon but I wouldn't be relegated to the couch either. Angela was my age, redhead with green eyes, my height, a tomboy and very friendly. Jeremy was her brother, he was 14, skinny, light brown hair, light brown eyes, and I looked up to him - literally. He was about 6 inches taller than me, since he already started his teenage growth spurt.

This continues where the last story left off:


Many emotions were swirling in my head as I said goodbye to Angela and walked across the street back home. I was excited for the new experiences, confused as to why I was more exited than usual, and I was also very torn, since I enjoyed being tied up by both Angela and her brother. I was supposed to only enjoy experiences with girls, right? Why was I thinking of Jeremy so much? Why were visions of being tied up in my head more than before, when I did a lot of the tying?

That night I couldn't sleep with those questions invading my dreams. Unfortunately, at that time I didn't have any answers and I knew I couldn't talk to my parents about it (my dad's Navy, remember? Not exactly ok with having his 11 year old son talk about other boys...). The only thing I could do, I decided, was to know that it feels good and be ok with that. I finally went to sleep with the questions unanswered but at least with a plan.

The next day, I went over to Angela and Jeremy's house after breakfast. Since it was summer, in California, the beach was always the "go-to" for fun in the sun. My parents took me there quite often, as did Angela and Jeremy's. Their parents (Ace and Julia) are the kind of parents that neighbor kids loved since we could always come over unannounced and hang out. They were the "cool" parents of the neighborhood, and they loved playing the part. This day, they planned on hanging out at the beach and invited me along. I quickly accepted, and Julia called my house to let my mom know the plan. I went up to Angela's room to tell her the news that I'd be joining them today.

"Surprise!" I said as I strolled into Angela's room and sat down at her desk. She was on the bed, reading a Goosebumps novel as I came in. Her eyes lit up as she saw me sit down. She told me that she couldn't stop thinking of the fun we had the day before and how she learned some more stuff from her brother after I left their house.

"Kids, time to go!" Julia called upstairs, cutting our conversation short. "Nick, run over to your house and get your swimsuit on, would ya? We're leaving in 5 minutes" she instructed me.

"Sure thing, Mrs. A" I called back. "I'll see you in a few" I told Angela as I sprinted down the stairs and out of their house. I ran inside my house, changed into a set of swim trunks and shed my shoes and socks in favor of blue flip-flops, and grabbed the first old T-shirt I saw. I said goodbye to my mom and out the door I went.

The beach was just that...the beach. Nothing special if you're from California, just sun, sand, and salt air. We all had fun building sandcastles, running away from the waves and working on our tans. Life was good.

Jeremy found a spot about 20 feet away from the water and began some serious digging. He began to dig a hole about 6 feet long and two feet deep at one end, four feet deep at the other. I get up from where I'm sipping a Pepsi as I watch the waves crash along the shore and meander over to where he is.

"Whatcha doin'?" I ask him casually as I survey his handiwork, with the huge mountain of wet sand off to the side of the hole he's digging getting larger and larger with each swipe of his bucket.

"Ever been buried before?" he asks me, as he turns towards me, wiping the sweat from the California sun off his brow.

"No, but I've thought about it" I nervously replied, as I began to figure out what he was up to.

"Get in" he told me, as he waved to get his sister's attention to come over to where we were. I did as he requested and got in the hole, laying down on my back with my arms to my sides, feet at the deeper side, neck at the shallow side of the hole. "Grab a bucket" he instructed his sister as he began to pour sand back into the hole over top of me. Every few minutes they'd stop and pack the sand down around me before continuing with their mission. At first it felt weird, and I could move easily. But after several layers of packed sand had weighed my limbs down, I found it harder and harder to move. This was an entirely new experience, I felt like I was in a cocoon or in a spider's web, no matter how hard I tried to move around, I couldn't budge.

In what seemed like no time at all, the mountain of sand that had once betrayed a hole was no more, and the only thing sticking up out of the beach was my head and neck. I was as immobile as I had ever been. And I was loving every second of it. Knowing that I did as I was told and was under the care of my two best friends, knowing they'd made me feel this way, that they wanted to do this to me...for me...was a calming, peaceful, and safe feeling.

Unfortunately, I couldn't revel in that feeling long, as Julia called out to us, telling us to get our stuff and get ready to go back to the car.

In the back of their brand-new Chevy Tahoe, I was sandwiched between Angela and her brother. We played the typical road-trip type games that kids played before cell phones and in-car DVD systems became commonplace, kids just being kids. I couldn't help but notice Angela with a sly smile on her face, sneaking glances at me now and again as we drove back to their house.

After we got out of the SUV and made our way inside, Julia informed us that she was going to run to the Commissary (the military version of a grocery store) to pick up stuff for dinner, and told us she'd be right back and not to get into any trouble. And with that, she was off.

Kids being kids, of course we would never dream of doing anything mischievous. Jeremy figured we had about half an hour before Julia came back with the groceries, so he told us that we had to be quick, as he gave his sister a glance and a quick nod of the head. Angela grabbed my arm and led me upstairs into her room. When we got there, she closed the door and told me to stand in the corner, with my back to her, arms up like I'm about to jump off the high-dive.

I assume the position she told me, and I heard her rustling around in her desk drawer, the large one that was usually kept locked. 'So that's where she keeps her tie up stuff' I noted to myself, filing that mental note away for a later date. When she found what she was looking for, she came over to me and hooked her hands under my shirt and in one fluid motion lifted it up over my head. She then cuffed my hands behind my back and sat me down at her desk chair. I watched as she grabbed some duct tape and taped my ankles to the chair legs. She then did the same to the top of the chair legs, right below my knees. She ripped off several strips of tape about 8 inches long and pressed them tightly against my mouth, gagging me nicely. She ripped one more piece, placing this one cheek to cheek, under my jaw, effectively ensuring my tape gag wasn't coming undone; though I wasn't actively resisting at all, I was enjoying the moment.

Angela took some rope and tied my arms to the char back, nice and tight. "There we go, what do you think?" she asked.

"mm mph" I mumbled through the gag as I nodded my head in a sign she took as approval.

"I hoped you'd say that" as her beautiful eyes opened wide and her smile was as bright as it could be. She lightly brushed her fingertips against my bare chest, up and down, up and down. She took her index fingers and ever-so-slightly she ticked my sides, evoking shivers down my spine as a sigh of contentment escaped me. She straddled me, wrapped her arms around my neck and began to kiss my face. I couldn't return the kiss through my gag so all I could do was moan as my best friend took our relationship to another level.


~~~
Looking back on it now, I can't believe that my first "real kiss", I couldn't even return the favor!


Well that's what happened the next day, what do you think?

Re: Early TUGs experiences

Postby canuck100 » Sun Jun 02, 2013 4:04 am

Cute! Loved it.

Re: Early TUGs experiences

Postby FelixSH » Sun Jun 02, 2013 8:34 am

I agree with canuck. A fun read.

Re: Early TUGs experiences

Postby DMC13 » Fri Jul 12, 2013 7:51 pm

FYI, the niece's name was Penny.
Also, looking through, the TUGs that show had... every episode, geez.
I don't care.

Re: Early TUGs experiences

Postby Nicktie » Sat Jul 20, 2013 9:53 am

delorean225 wrote:FYI, the niece's name was Penny.
Also, looking through, the TUGs that show had... every episode, geez.


It was Penny, and she was the niece? ooh boy. 8)

Re: Early TUGs experiences

Postby Diminished » Wed Jul 31, 2013 12:52 am

Very nice :)