Weeks passed after the holidays, the snow melted and gave way to green trees as the weather warmed up. Summer vacations were almost there which would meant lots of free time that could be translated to lots of bondage games. A couple of weeks before school ended, my cousin Ian (11 years old just like me) invited me to stay over the night at his place which of course I accepted. The adults were around the place most of the day so no game developed yet still it was fun.
At around 7 pm, Ian’s mom, Aunt Kate, announced that dinner was served, we sat on the table along with Uncle Richard, Ian’s twin sister Megan and their nine year old brother Peter. We talked about our days and current events in our lives, nothing out of the ordinary. As dinner went on, Uncle Richard touched the subject of a recent event on the news as a way of teaching us a valuable lesson: Never open the door to strangers
“It happened not too far way, there were these college kids, someone knocks the door near midnight, they opened it without even asking who it was and the next thing they know they have a gun at their faces and were being tied up by a gang of robbers”
“What happened to those kids?” asked Aunt Karen
“Thankfully they were unharmed, the robbers left the house leaving them tied up and gagged, after a while they managed to get free and called the police”
“How were they tied up?” asked Peter unable to hide his curiosity. Ian, Megan and I exchanged concerned looks, the four of us enjoyed our tied-up games but while we had a resolute intention to hide even having a passing interest in bondage form the adults, Peter was a little more transparent in that sense
“Well… I think they used belts, and stuffed some socks in their mouths, that’s what they told the reporter” Uncle Richard explained a little bit confused by his son’s interest in that particular detail, luckily Peter didn’t pressed the subject and soon the conversation diverted to other topics. We thought that would be the end of it, little did we know what his little mind was scheming at that moment.
After dinner, we changed to our pajamas (which with that weather consisted mainly of cotton shorts and lose fitting t-shirts) and played some videogames before finally going to bed. Ian’s house was rather large so they had four rooms, one for each member of the family. Whenever I stayed over the night I would sleep in Ian’s room where my uncle would put an air mattress next to Ian’s bed.
I was awoken in the middle of the night with the feeling that I was being watched. Still sleeping, I opened one eye to see what the matter was. I almost peed my pants upon seeing a person with a gorilla mask standing next to me. Before I could scream, the intruder clamped his hand over my mouth and pressed a gun against my forehead.
Naturally I was scared shitless about the possibility of being the victim of a robbery, who knew what that psychopath would do to me or my cousins? I didn’t even dared to struggle out of fear of being shot and was about to cry when the intruder spoke in a high pitched and familiar voice
“This is a robbery! Do what I say and nobody gets hurt!” I relaxed my body and inspected at my assailant. He was rather short and scrawny and upon closer inspection, the gun wasn’t even a real one, it was a water pistol!
“You almost give me a heart attack!” I told Peter
“Sorry” he said sheepishly and returned to character “but do what I tell you unless you want to get shot!”
“Okay, just don’t hurt me!” I said raising my hands, we had the unspoken rule that whenever someone brandished a water pistol at us we had to act as if it was a real gun, in other words, we had to surrender immediately and do what we are told. We didn’t use that technique much often since it was funnier to just pounce on our victims yet sometimes it could be useful.
Peter handed me some ropes and told me to tie Ian’s hands, my cousin, being a heavy sleeper had been unconscious through all of this. I climbed on the bed and pulled Ian’s hands behind his back (he was luckily sleeping face down), crossed his wrists and started wrapping rope around them cinching the loop, only when I tightened the knot did Ian gave any signs of waking up
“Alex…isn’t it a little early for this?” Ian muttered digging his face on his pillow
“Sorry Ian, but we are being victims of a robbery”
“WHAT?” that was enough to wake Ian completely, he rolled on his side and his mouth fell wide open upon seeing the “robber” standing next to us with his pistol still aimed at us
“That’s Peter by the way” I pointed
“You almost gave me a heart attack!” Ian exclaimed
“That makes us two”
“Enough talking!” Peter whispered impatiently “And finish tying his ankles, and you better make a good job or you’ll pay for it!” I grabbed another piece of rope, crossed Ian’s ankles and tied them together
“Not that tight!” Ian groaned as I cinched the loop
“Sorry but you heard the boss” following Peter’s instructions, I finished the job with a hogtie
“Great, now go to the drawer and take out a pair of socks!” said Peter, I did what was told and again following my cousins’ instructions, I folded one of them and approached to Ian’s face
“Wait, you don’t have to put a sock in my mmmpphhh!” I stuffed the sock after which Peter handed me a roll of duct tape, I ripped a few pieces and placed them on Ian’s mouth
“Now sit on the bed, gag yourself like Ian and tie your ankles together!” I did what was told. Then Peter made me lie on the bed next to Ian and finally took matter into his own hands, he grabbed another rope and tied it around my wrists finally hogtying me “Now that you are out of the way I’m going after your sister! Don’t try anything or else!” he said aiming the gun at us.
We played along his game moaning and shaking our heads, pretending to be scared of his gun and making a good impression of two helpless kids captured by a mean burglar. Peter waved at us and hurried outside closing the door behind him.
We lay on our side staring at each other’s gagged faces, we didn’t bothered to struggle knowing it would be a few minutes before Peter came back with Megan. We did have some fun trying to talk to each other through our gags. But as the time went on with no sign of Peter, we started getting worried. According to the clock thirty minutes had passed since he left, I first thought that maybe Megan captured him but that was discarded since she surely would have come at least to make fun of us.
Nervously we tried to call for Peter but I had done a great job gagging ourselves, when an hour passed without sign of Peter we started panicking, we trashed around trying everything we could think of to get united. We tried picking up the knots, writhing our wrists to loosen the loops, struggling madly trying to break them, rubbing our faces against the mattress to get rid of the tape yet I had done a good job with the knots, we couldn’t even lay back to back and work in each other’s knots since I had made sure to put them out of reach. I mentally kicked myself for my own stupidity, by following Peter’s orders to the letter and making the best job I could I had made our escape impossible, but at the same time I felt a stint of pride knowing that I had made an excellent job with the knots
After struggling for almost an hour we finally gave up, Ian and I were all sweaty and tired but still tightly bound. As I lay on my side watching my cousin pant under his gag I came to the realization that for the first time I was truly helpless. This time there would be no cousin to untie me, no adult to intercede for us, no sharp object to cut the ropes. We were stuck like that until the morning when someone (probably Ian’s parents) would come to check on us.
Resigned to our fate, we laid motionless on the bed only making the token attempt to escape from time to time, we dozed off several times though although not enough to complete a night’s sleep.
I was woken up early in the morning to find my cousin desperately struggling and whimpering through his gag, judging by his expression of distress there was something wrong with him but it took me a while to find out what was it. His body seemed rather tense, and his struggles seemed more desperate yet restrained, as if he was trying to measure each of his movements; his legs were tightly press against each other (even tighter than what the ropes were forcing them to be) and he was pressing both of his thighs against his crotch as if trying to held back something…then it hit me
“MMMPHHHH!” I screamed and began struggling madly trying to get loose or at least get away from Ian knowing that I was close enough to suffer the spillover of any “accident” he should have. All our efforts seemed fruitless, the knots weren’t bulging and poor Ian didn’t seemed to be able to hold back his bladder any longer, just when everything seemed lost, the door opened and Megan peered her head in
“Oh, you are busy” she said trying to hold back her laughter “Well, breakfast is served”
“MMPPPHHH!” We both yelled pleading her to untie us
“I can’t understand you”
“MMMPPHH!” We yelled shaking our bound hands, Ian didn’t seemed to be able to held for another minute
“Do you want to be untied?” we nodded our heads vigorously, Megan finally took pity of us and untied us. As soon as Ian’s hands were free he stood up and hopped to the bathroom still gagged and with his legs still tied.
For what I learned later, the night before Peter was heading to Megan’s room when he saw my uncle going to the bathroom. Fearing being discovered and scolded for being out of bed (not to mention the fact that he was carrying ropes, duct tape and a water pistol) he quickly hid on his room waiting for his dad to go back to bed, unfortunately for us, while waiting Peter started dozing off eventually falling asleep. He was woken up by my aunt who told him there were pancakes for breakfast. Being Peter’s favorite dish he forgot about anything else and rushed to the kitchen. That’s where we found him, happily eating the pancakes. Only when we greeted him did he realized he had forgotten something
“Uh oh” was the only thing he could muttered since my aunt was present. We didn’t said anything all through breakfast although Peter was fully aware of the deep trouble he was and kept mouthing “I’m sorry” whenever my aunt wasn’t looking. After breakfast, Ian asked Peter to come to his room with us for there was something we wanted to show him
“I would like to, but I have to help mom with the dishes” said Peter who never in his life had shown any interest for doing the dishes
“I’ll help her” said Megan who was taking great delight in the whole situation “you guys go ahead!” when Aunt Kate agreed with Megan Peter’s fate was sealed. He reluctantly followed us to Ian’s room in silence only speaking when we were inside
“I’m getting tied up right?” he asked sheepishly, we nodded and grabbed the ropes, soon my little cousin was tightly hogtied on the floor. Ian did the final honors by grabbing a clean sock from his drawer, stuffing it into his brother’s mouth and sealing it with tape
“I think we should keep him tied up as long as we were…like eight hours?” asked Ian
“Agreed, hopefully you went to the bathroom before this Peter” I teased him, judging by Peter’s reaction, he hadn’t go to the bathroom. The kid started writhing his wrists and softly moaning into his gag, he even tried to make us change our mind by giving us large puppy eyes but we put an end to that by placing a few strips of tape over his eyes.
Of course we didn’t intend of keeping him tied up for that long, we just stood back and watching him struggle for about thirty minutes before finally untying him. Once free, Peter didn’t waste time to apologize with us for forgetting about us, in fact he kept annoyingly apologizing for most of the day until we cut him off by telling him that we no longer held any grudge against him.
That was the longest time I had been tied without interruption (I would be tied up for longer periods but with small breaks) and certainly my body wasn’t ready for it, when we were untied our hands and ankles were hurting a little bit and our throats were dry yet Ian and I agreed that it was a fun experience, although one we didn’t look forward on repeating.