
My previous tale talked about my first experience by myself - but what's better than being able to do it with your friends, right? My very first TUG took place about 6 months after my interest in bondage began, so you can imagine it has only made me want to continue. Please feel free to leave a comment about how you find my writing style and if you want to hear more. Anyway, enough talk. On with the story!
Part 1
A lot of my summer holidays are spent fairly isolated because I live out in the middle of the English countryside, so you can imagine that any invitation I got to go to a friends house was (and still is(!)) quickly accepted. My friend was inviting over a few guys just for a bit of fun: we were watching TV, swimming in the pool, hide and seek etc... when it suddenly dawned on me that I could expand my self-bondage onto others. Obviously, I was pretty nervous that the others would think I was a freak and would call me out for being weird, so I incorporated it into a little game of Capture the Flag. As there were eight of us, and my friend's house backs on to a huge wooded area, we divided into two teams and set off into the woods.
I hadn't been so prepared as to bring anything along with me, so I quickly raided his dad's garage for some black duct tape and a length of rope, and set it aside in our base for later.
I'll quickly explain the two teams just to make things simpler (we were all 11 at the time):
Team 1
Myself
Harry
Ollie
Tom
Team 2
Josh
George
Ben
Dan
To begin with, we kept the usual rules of nothing too physical and brutal etc and began to hunt down the other team's base, I paired up with my friend Harry - whose house it was - and set off on the left-hand side of the wood. The wood is amazing and has pretty much every sort of terrain feature you can imagine. As we both snuck round, we heard someone running towards us and quickly hid either side of a large ditch, usually filled with water.
George completely ignorant to our location began running through the ditch. In hindsight, I was gambling as to whether or not Harry would go along with the idea, or wonder what the hell I was doing: I jumped up and ran at George, almost knocking him to the ground, while pulling off my belt and beginning to tie his hands - rather badly - with them. At this point, I should also mention again I was very new to all this at the time so I was way out of my league in terms of knots or anything like that.
'What are you doing!?' George shouted at me, obviously totally confused and scared, 'That's not part of the rules!'.
Harry then chipped in with a 'Shutup George, open wide!', and to my surprise he pulled out a sock, stuffed it into George's mouth, effectively silencing him with another one around the mouth cleave-gagging him, leaving him unable to protest or alert his team of our whereabouts.
To be continued.