## Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by Jason Toddman » Wed Sep 01, 2010 12:22 pm

This is for Footyman, who requested it.
THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF FOOTYMAN
CHAPTER 1 â€“ MARTINâ€™S BRITISH COUSIN
Summer vacation is about to come to an end. You are looking forward to one last happy weekend spent at your friend Martinâ€™s house, having some speedo bondage fun with your hot-looking best friend before school begins and adds its toll to your stress levels. But the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray, and your weekend comes out differently than you had anticipated - as eventually does the entire school year that follows.
You know that something is wrong the moment you come to Martinâ€™s front door early Friday morning, and hear and loud argument coming from inside the house. You can clearly hear Martin yelling in frustration and rage, and wonder if he is having a fight with his older brother. This possibility is as disturbing as it is unusual, for Martin is devoted to his strong-willed brother and is usually very submissive toward him. But then you realize that the second voice you hear is not Martinâ€™s brother Derek at all, but the voice of another boy unfamiliar to you.
As you ponder whether to ring the doorbell or simply walk away and try again later, the front door abruptly swings open and a boy younger and shorter than you comes storming out. He is about 5â€™ 6â€ and fairly muscular, with his hair dyed purple and arranged in a punk style. He was a nose piercing and wears ear-rings. He would be quite cute were it not for his (to you at least) repulsive hair style and his angry demeanor. The boy pauses at the doorway, turns back to shout â€œGet yourself loose! Iâ€™m off!â€ in a distinctive British accent, and storms off, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it. You are well off to one side of the front door and partially concealed by bushes, so this unfamiliar boy never notices you at all as he walks rapidly down the street in a huff; muttering angrily to himself. You cannot make out a word of what he says however.
Concerned for Martinâ€™s well-being, especially in light of the boyâ€™s parting words, you go to the door while fishing around in your pocket for your copy of the house-key Martin once gave you. Your friend had given this to you so that you could someday surprise him with a nocturnal visit and tie him up in his sleep as a preliminary to a pleasant nightâ€™s torture session and sleepover. You have already done this four times since, but it looks like this time you will need the key to rescue Martin from a situation rather than place him in one of your own making.
You unlock the front door and call out to Martin. A barely-audible muffled call from the kitchen is the only sound you hear, but it is enough. You hurry to the kitchen, already knowing what you are going to see. Sure enough, Martin is securely tied hand and foot (and in many places in between) to a sturdy kitchen chair, and gagged as well. His feet are entirely off the floor and his ankles crossed and tied together to a cross support between the chair chairs, so that any attempt to struggle will simply cause him to teeter painfully over onto his side. His mouth bulges like that of a frog â€“ indicating that it is now tightly packed with something that is effectively silencing him. He is blindfolded as well, so has only your voice to assure him that it is you who have arrived to find him.
You rush to Martinâ€™s side and remove his gag, whereupon he spits out not one but two nasty-looking socks and coughs out his thanks as you remove his blindfold as well. â€œHow did you get into this fix?â€ you ask Martin, making no move to untie him and seriously contemplating leaving him tied for now. â€œWho was that kid? Youâ€™re not starting to see other friends than *me*, are you?â€ You are feeling distinctly jealous at this point.
â€œHeâ€™s no friend of mine,â€ replies Martin in sheer outrage as his voice takes on a British accent of his own; youâ€™ve noticed long since that he always sounds British himself on the rare occasions when heâ€™s angry. â€œHeâ€™s my ruddy cousin, the snot! Come on, man, untie me will you? Please? I already feel my arms going numb!â€
You take pity on your friend and begin to untie him â€“ a rather lengthy process because he was tied very well, with lots of knots and lots of rope â€“ as Martin explains. â€œHeâ€™s my cousin Nigel, from Britain. Heâ€™s here on a foreign-exchange student program, and since weâ€™re related he was sent here to live with me and Derek. But right from the start, heâ€™s been the Houseguest from Hell. Never satisfied with the cooking! Always complaining about something! Heâ€™s only been here three days and already I want to murder him in his bed and damn the consequences!â€
â€œWhy doesnâ€™t Derek help keep him in line?â€ you ask Martin. â€œI canâ€™t imagine him putting up with any nonsense from him or anyone.â€
â€œDerekâ€™s not here,â€ replied Martin morosely. â€œHeâ€™s gone off to join the Army. He left just the day before I found out about Nigel coming, and I had no chance to warn my aunt and uncle in Britain that Derek wasnâ€™t around to help take care of us before arrangements were already made and Nigel was on his way. Derek left me money for expenses of course and heâ€™s going to send me more when he can, but he and I didnâ€™t know he was going to have to support two of us. Naturally my aunt and uncle gave Nigel loads of cash to help pay his way, but the selfish git has been keeping it all for himself!â€
You feel sorry for Martin; he certainly doesnâ€™t deserve all this. But you also feel sorry for yourself; with this British cousin in the house, your frequent sleepovers with Martin have become seriously jeopardized. The privacy at your own house is close to non-existent; making having Martin come visit you impractical. Unless something can be done about Nigel, our fun times with Martin may be coming to an end.
You get Martin completely free of his restraints, and then â€“ taking advantage of Nigelâ€™s absence â€“ the two of you head to Martinâ€™s bedroom for a little rest and relaxation. You strip down to your pink speedos and Martin strips down to his blue ones, and start to get the rope so that Martin can tie you as usual. But Martin stops you; saying to your utter disappointment that he doesnâ€™t feel good about tying you up when Nigel could barge in on you both at any moment. You reluctantly agree, and try to make the best of a bad situation.
Your disappointment is almost forgotten when you and Martin are in each otherâ€™s arms, hugging and kissing andâ€¦ doing other things. You had almost forgotten that having your hands free while being around Martin can have special rewards of its own, and now you remember that undergoing sensory overstimulation can be almost as much fun as sensory deprivation. You even almost forget all about Nigelâ€¦
â€¦until the memory comes intruding brutally into your notice when you and Martin are momentarily blinded by the flash of a digital camera over by the window. You look up, to see Nigel standing outside the window (the disadvantage of having a room on the first floor!) grinning evilly and with a digital camera in his hands. Even as you look up, he takes another compromising picture of you and Martin together.
This is the last straw! To everyoneâ€™s surprise (not least of all your own), you bellow in rage, arise from the bed in a fluid moment, cross the space between bed and window in a single bound, and spring at the surprised Nigel with a tigerish leap. You hurl yourself cleanly right through the open window and knock Nigel over into his back before he can even blink. The camera flies right out of his hands as the startled 15-year-old tries to fend you off, but you are taller and heavier than he is, and your rage gives you strength besides. You manage to pin him down on the grassy lawn outside your window.
â€œGet offa me, you pouf!â€ Nigel yells as he struggles beneath you to get free but fails miserably. â€œCor! Youâ€™re almost naked, you damned pervert! Get off, or Iâ€™ll tell my mum than Martinâ€™s a pouf too!â€
Nigel starts yelling bloody murder when you continue to straddle his belly and pin him down on the grass, but Martinâ€™s house is fairly isolated and no one can see or hear either of you. Fortunately Martinâ€™s window faces the back yard, and the view from all sides is blocked by many tall trees.
â€œWhat are we going to do?â€ a worried Martin asks you as he stands at the window.
â€œGrab some rope and help me tie him up!â€ you reply simply. â€œYour cousin came over here to learn. So now weâ€™re going to teach him a lesson ourselves!â€
TBC
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by xtc » Wed Sep 01, 2010 12:40 pm

Nice try at the "English".
I think, however, that most of us would say "Poof" (in our un-reconstructed moments). It's a difficult word to write as we say it because the vowel is short as in "look" pronounced by someone from the south of England.
If you'd like a few more equivalent , and even more offensive offensive, terms as used in the British vernacular, please apply to
Xavier Tarquin Cholmondley
(Professor of Vernacular English - University of the South Coast)
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by sarumansauron » Wed Sep 01, 2010 12:49 pm

How do you get to write so many good stories at the same time? Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by footyman10 » Thu Sep 02, 2010 1:21 am

Really like this new sequel Jason, can't wait to see what happens with 'Nigel' and what happens to him next

### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by Jason Toddman » Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:36 pm

To Xtc: I have seen it spelled both ways, and deliberately chose the lesser used one in hopes it may inadvertently offend fewer people. It is a term rarely used in the US as far as I know; another reason I selected it. I hate the use of such terms myself and used this only to set the tone of what an unpleasant person Nigel is.
To Saurumansauron: It ain't easy!
To Footyman: Sorry not much happens with this installment. Unexpected distractions ate away a lot of my time and fored me to cut it short. Hopefully I can do better over the weekend.
CHAPTER 2 â€“ NIGEL GETS TAPED UP
Martin ducks back inside his room for a moment, but when he re-appears and emerges through the window (One leg at a time and straddling his way out rather than leaping through it as you had), he isnâ€™t carrying rope but several huge rolls of fresh duct tape. â€œRope is too cumbersome to lug out there,â€ he explains to you simply as he kneels down beside you and starts off by stuffing a sock inside Nigelâ€™s mouth and then taping it shut.
This is fine by you; as long as Nigel is secured and can be kept under control, you do not care how he is restrained for now. However, you feel duct tape is probably inadequate if Nigel has to be kept under wraps for any significant period of time. It takes time to apply enough to keep an actively resisting person restrained, it is messy to remove, can only be used once, and isnâ€™t very versatile. You prefer chains and cuffs, which are more secure and can be applied very quickly. But for overall long term situations, you feel that nothing beats the combined security and versatility of a coil of rope! Rope gives a tie-up a personal touch that no other form of restraint can match! For now though, duct tape will certainly suffice!
You and Martin roll Nigel over onto his stomach and continue to hold his wrists as Martin proceeds to tap them together behind his back. Then you hold Nigel in a bear-hug and lift him up to a sitting position â€“ sitting in his lap and pinning his flailing legs down with your own in the process â€“ as Martin carefully wraps more tape around Nigel to cocoon his upper body and trap his arms to his sides. This is slow going at first, as you have to hug Nigel tightly to keep him from getting free, and this makes it difficult for Martin to wrap up Nigel without wrapping you as well. As more tape is wound around him however, this gets easier. You do not have to hold onto Nigel so tightly (which might be much to his relief were he not being mummified in tape) as Martin gets more tape around him, and he is able to wrap up his annoying cousin progressively faster as you continue to sit on Nigelâ€™s legs to hold then down.
Once Nigelâ€™s arms are secure, you are able to help Martin even more by beginning to tape Nigelâ€™s legs together; starting at the ankles and working your way up. First you forcibly remove Nigelâ€™s shoes and socks and fling them off to one side. The British boy is wearing shorts, which makes taping up his legs faster and easier. By the time you and Martin finish, you have each used up an entire roll of duct tape and Nigel is wrapped from head to toe in the stuff. Only his flaring nose, angry eyes, spikey hair, and the soles of his feet are still exposed to viewâ€¦ and the last are now exposed to a round of tickling by the both of you for a good ten minutes â€“ much to Nigelâ€™s apparent dismay judging by his futile thrashing about within his binds.
When you finish, you and Martin are both seated knees up and facing sideways upon the recumbent (and thoroughly enraged) Nigel â€“ you upon his chest and Martin on his belly â€“ loudly discussing what the two of you should do with his British cousin.
â€œHowâ€™d did get you all tied up in the first place anyway?â€ you ask Martin. â€œYouâ€™re bigger than he is!â€
â€œIâ€¦ I asked him to,â€ replies Martin with a sigh and a blush of embarrassment covering his face. â€œI wanted to see how heâ€™d react to tie-up games. But I made the mistake of asking me t let me tie *him* up before heâ€™d released me, and heâ€¦ well, he didnâ€™t take to the idea very well. Perhaps you saw that.â€
â€œYep!â€ you assure Martin while a smile. â€œWell, I imagine he likes it even less now.â€
Nigel mmphs angrily and begins to thrash about. Just to infuriate him further while letting him realize how helpless he is, you swivel your body to face him, kneel down, brace his upturned face with your thighs, and squeeze his face tightly between them. This brings the reaction you expected from him, which makes you laugh. Then you start flicking his nose as hard as you can with your forefingers, causing his eyes to almost light up with great but impotent fury. Then his eyes widen even further and take on a look of ear, which puzzles you until you see where his eyes are looking. Your speedos are now bulging greatly, and having *that* looming just a few inches from his face must be causing Nigel to desperately wish that he was elsewhere.
Just to provoke him further, you move further up until the front of your speedos are almost brushing Nigelâ€™s face. The British boy closes his eyes tightly in response. You extend your forefinger and gently tap on Nigelâ€™s nise with it. Undoubtedly thinking something else is touching him there, Nigel shudders but is helpless to react otherwise.
â€œYou say heâ€™s been a bad houseguest,â€ you tell Martin as you continue to tease Nigel by touching his nose every so often. â€œMaybe itâ€™s time we housetrain him like the impudent young pup he is.â€
â€œUhhhâ€¦ I donâ€™t know,â€™ replies Martin hesitantly, but not *too* hesitantly you notice. â€œIt would be fun to play games with him for a while, but when we let him go again thereâ€™d be hell to pay!â€
â€œWho says we let him go?â€ you tell Martin. â€œWeâ€™ll just keep him under wraps until weâ€™ve trained him to behave himself.â€
â€œThatâ€™d take weeks, if not months!â€ replies Martin with a laugh. â€œAnd school starts this weekâ€¦ which reminds me that I have to get him registered Monday andâ€¦â€
â€œHeâ€™s not registered?â€ you ask with a broad grin. â€œSo no one even knows heâ€™s here but us? Sweet! That means we can keep him here all we want for a little home schooling on the side while we properly house train.â€
Martin seems to be warming up to the idea now. â€œGee, do you think we could? Derek was the real bondage and discipline expert in the family, not me.â€
â€œIâ€™m sure weâ€™ll manage,â€ you tell Martin as you resume flicking Nigelâ€™s nose and squeezing his face between your bare thighs. The fact that you are doing this wearing only speedos undoubtedly contributes to the look of horror in his eyes; youâ€™d think he was being burned at the stake. â€œItâ€™ll be fun learning as we go along! And from youâ€™ve told me, weâ€™ve got a whole year to teach your young cousin some manners before anyone misses him!â€
You and Martin both laugh at this, while Nigel stares at you with wide, fear-filled eyes.
TBC
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by snobound » Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:51 pm

Very nice, Jason. I can't wait for the next installment. I hope Nigel's in for some serious abuse!
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### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by dreadnaught3200 » Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:40 pm

I must admit, I was little nervous about reading this one. Being Canadian I have an implicit fear of Speedos! XD Love the present tense narrative by the way. Really cool.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by footyman10 » Fri Sep 03, 2010 12:44 pm

Be interesting to see what happens now over the weekend now Jason !

### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by Jason Toddman » Fri Sep 03, 2010 1:07 pm

To Snobound: He's in for a LOT of abuse!
To Dreadnought: I imagine Nigel isn't too fond of speedos right now either - especially guys in speedos.
To Footyman: Here's something to start the weeken off right, I hope.
CHAPTER 3 â€“ NIGEL GETS A NEW LOOK
Nigel tries to struggle as you continue to kneel on his chest and flick his face. Between being thoroughly wrapped in tape and being trapped beneath the body weight of two larger, older boys, his efforts are completely futile.
â€œDonâ€™t like where Iâ€™m sitting?â€ you ask Nigel with deceptive gentleness.
Nigel shakes his head in angry negation; mumphing as loudly as possible (which isnâ€™t very loud at all) for emphasis.
â€œWant me to sit somewhere else?â€ you ask him in a still mild voice.
Nigel nods his head curtly.
You get up straight on your knees, turn your body around, place yourself backward just a bit, make sure of your landing spot, and slowly descend â€“ toward Nigelâ€™s face!
Nigelâ€™s thrashings and mumphs are more frantic than ever now. You hover just an inch above his face for a few seconds, then relent and rise up again to look back at him. â€œAw! Whatâ€™s the matter? Did little Nigel change his mind?â€ you ask him sweetly.
Nigel nods so vigorously you decide his head will need more taping up later.
â€œWant me to sit on your chest instead after all?â€
Nigel continues nodding; His eyes virtually pleading for mercy.
So you resume your former position and go back to flicking his nose so hard that tears start to form in Nigelâ€™s eyes. â€œDonâ€™t be such a baby, Nigel!â€ you tell him.
Martin makes a funny grunting sound, and you turn back to look at him where he still sits on Nigelâ€™s belly. The look on his face vaguely reminds you of the look the Grinch wore on his face in that cartoon when Boris Karloff describes him having a â€˜wonderful, awful ideaâ€™. â€œI need to get a few things in town,â€ Martin tells you as he gets up and runs into the house to get his clothes. He emerges with his clothes and runs to his car. â€œIâ€™ll be back in 30 or 40 minutes. Keep him under wraps and entertained until then!â€
The next 45 minutes seem to go by quite quickly for you, whereas for Nigel they are probably the longest 45 minutes of his life so far. Martin returns carrying some stuff in bags, takes them into the house, and then asks you to help him carry Nigel inside as well. The two of you lug Nigel into the kitchen and lay him on a large towel Martin has spread onto the floor. Then, while you sit in Nigelâ€™s lap and keep his head propped up of the floor, Martin takes an electronic razor and some scissors and shaves his cousin bald.
You and Martin feel that this makes Nigel look much better, but the recipient of your â€˜barbericâ€™ intentions does not seem to agree.
â€œRight, now for the next step,â€ announces Martin as he digs into the bag and pulls out an adult-sized diaper. â€œSince he acts like a baby, heâ€™s going to look like one.â€
You laugh at this. It also occurs to you that putting a diaper on him will allow for much longer tie-ups without any need for cleaning up a mess. This apparently occurs to Nigel as well, but he seems a lot less pleased about this idea than you are.
You hold Nigel down while Martin takes a kitchen knife and cuts away the duct tape that covers Nigelâ€™s waist. He then saws away at Nigelâ€™s shorts until they are off of him and replaces them with the diaper â€˜for incontinent adultsâ€™. After that, the two of you take a bed-sheet and roll the helpless Nigel into it â€“ leaving only his head clear. The bed-sheet is followed by another roll of duct-tape being wrapped all around Nigel. Then he is tightly wrapped inside a blanket (still leaving his head clear), and this is tied on with yet another roll of duct tape. Nigel is now totally incapable of even a feeble struggle beneath all this.
Martin then produces an adult-sized baby bonnet he acquired (God knows where) and fits it upon his thoroughly mortified cousin. At this point, the two of you decide to remove his gag so that he can vent his futile outrage for as long as he wants while you both laugh at him.
â€œGoo goo!â€ you say teasingly to Nigel, straddling his chest again and burbling his lips as if he were a real baby. You have to yank your finger away quickly when he tries to bite it.
â€œBaby needs a pacifier,â€ says Martin, and produces one out of the bag. Naturally, Nigel refuses to let you put into into his mouth. â€œItâ€™s that or this ball gag!â€ Martin threatens him, producing the gag in question. Nigel decides on the pacifier.
Martin then produces a digital camera and takes pictures of Nigel in his baby blanket.
Martin then gets a baby bottle, warms up some milk on the stove, pours in into the bottle, puts on the nipple stop, and hands it to you. Still straddling Nigelâ€™s chest in your speedos, you try to compel him to take the bottle and drink from it while Martin takes more pictures. Nigel again shows his stubborn streak and refuses.
â€œOkay, letâ€™s turn him over,â€ Martin tells you. The two of you turn Martinâ€™s cousin over on his belly, whereupon Martin produces a baseball bat.
â€œIsnâ€™t that a bit much dude?â€ you ask Martin with some concern.
â€œWith all that layering on him he wonâ€™t feel anything less,â€ Martin assures you. â€œDonâ€™t worry; Iâ€™m only swatting his behind just hard enough to spank him.â€ Martin begins swinging the bat; not with all his strength but certainly hard enough to let Nigel know he is being spanked! He begins to wail like a real baby and pleads for mercy, but Martin relents only when Nigel promises to drink he milk and do whatever else the two of you demand of him.
And Nigel drinks every drop while Martin documents the whole feeding on his digital camera.
â€œAw, youâ€™re such a cute baby,â€ you tell Nigel as you pinch his cheek, but there is nothing cute or baby-like in his verbal response to your endearment. So he gets the ball gag placed on him after all, and gets many additional hard nose flicks in the bargain.
The coup de grace for the day comes at naptime. You and Martin carry Nigel to his guest bedroom. Martin reluctantly decided that getting a crib large enough to fit Nigel would have been a bit too much effort, but he figures that a hammock is a reasonable substitute. Derek had already had one, with attachments already set up on the wall in the guestroom, to use for some sensory deprivation fun. The two of you set the hammock up and fit Nigel into it â€“ rocking him gently and singing Rock a Bye Baby to him. Judging by his reaction, he seems neither sleepy nor appreciative of your singing abilities.
Then you blindfold Nigel and duct tape a set of microphones to his ears. The CD player is loaded with a CD of lullabies put on continuous play, and Nigel is left alone to enjoy his music in peaceâ€¦ for several hoursâ€¦ while you and Martin adjourn to his room. The two of you resume enjoying some recreation time together and have a nice, long nap of your own afterwards.
TBC
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by dreadnaught3200 » Fri Sep 03, 2010 4:08 pm

Man... That's harsh. Well written, but harsh.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by footyman10 » Sat Sep 04, 2010 12:49 am

Haha very harsh Jason to Nigel, but he deserves it ! - be interesting to see what happens once his sensory deprivation is over !

### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by Jason Toddman » Sat Sep 04, 2010 10:31 am

CHAPTER 4 â€“ NIGEL GETS HOUSE TRAINED
You and Martin leave Nigel trapped inside his tight duct-tape and blanket bondage for two whole days, giving him no relief in all that time but making him use his diaper. You give him water to drink of course (and more milk in a baby bottle as well), and feed him by hand rather than free him enough to let him feed himself. Otherwise you keep him thoroughly gagged and quiet and leave him to his sensory deprivation (changing the lullabies for Gospel music); ignoring his muffled whines and pleas for mercy. You do not torture him directly but simply let him get bored to tears while you and Martin enjoy your own TuGs, watch TV, and relax in Martinâ€™s hot tub.
After two days though, the ripe smell coming from Nigel is starting to get to you both. In addition, you feel a better arrangement is going to be needed so that Nigel will not be *too* uncomfortable nor in an unsafe situation while you and Martin attend school â€“ and Nigel stays home. Finally, the mute appeal in those puppy-dog eyes framed in the duct tape gives you a wicked idea of what form that long term arrangement should take.
You and Martin spend most of Sunday morning setting things up for Nigelâ€™s long term imprisonment; fortunately, most of the materials you need are already at hand thanks to the bondage games Derek and Martin have played with you and with each other.
You and Martin cut Nigel free of his duct tape prison and toss his now extremely nasty diaper and the sheet he was wrapped inside of in the trash. Martin forces a set of yellow speedos onto Nigelâ€™s otherwise nude form while you secure Nigel with handcuffs and hobbles before he recovers enough to even think of trying to escape. The two of you together lift him, carry him into the bathroom, set him down into the previously-filled bathtub, and bathe him like a pet dog. Without that nasty spikey haircut you removed from him, Nigel actually looks like a decent human being for the first time since you met himâ€¦ so much so that you almost consider relenting on your torment of him.
The stream of vituperation that spews from his mouth as you and Martin bathe him squelches any budding thoughts of showing Nigel any mercy though; especially as he calls you both every vile name he can think of. It gets so bad that you secure the ball gag back on him extra tightly; eliciting a moan from him as you viciously pull on the cinching strap and padlock it securely. Then you and Martin scrub Martin extra thoroughly (and far harder than strictly necessary to get him cleaned up) until he is squeaky clean (and also squeaking in dismay when you clean what is under his speedos).
While the tub is draining, you place a dog collar and a chain leash upon Nigel while Martin towels him dry. Once he finishes, he places a second lead around Nigelâ€™s bound wrists (they are cuffed in front of him). Then you both compel Nigel to come outside into the back yard to show him what you two have been working on all morning.
In a portion of the backyard, invisible from anywhere else due to the trees, bushes, and surrounding high fence, is an extra-large doghouse. It is six feet long, three feet wide, and about four feet high. It is long enough for the shorter Nigel to stretch out in but not high enough to stand erect. It has a typical doghouse-shaped opening large enough for Nigel to easily crawl in or out through. Unlike a regular doghouse though, the opening also has a swinging iron-barred door that can be padlocked. You demonstrate this by compelling Nigel to crawl inside the doghouse and then locking him inside it. The two of you then go inside the house for a while to leave Nigel alone with his thoughts while you watch TV and have a nice lunch.
It is a hot day, and that doghouse is quite hot and stuffy. So Nigel is understandably glad to see you as you both crouch outside his doghouse door to check up on him. He whines like a little dog to be let out, causing you both to smile and laugh at him. Despite this, he continues to whine and to plead with his eyes.
â€œLike your new home?â€ Martin asks Nigel. â€œI hope so, because this is where youâ€™re going to be living from now on, day and night! Unlessâ€¦â€
Martin lets that â€˜unlessâ€™ hang in the air for a while.
Nigel whines questioningly.
â€œIf you want to be allowed back inside the house and be treated better, youâ€™ll have to agree to be house-broken,â€ Martin tells Nigel.
Nigel just stares at you both with wide, questioning eyes.
â€œIn other words,â€ Martin continues patiently, â€œfor the time being, you are going be our slave-in-training. You will do whatever we say whenever we say and speak only when spoken too and respectfully at all times. We will obey our every command no matter how degrading it seems to you without question. If you behave we will treat you like a human being; weâ€™ll let you sleep in your own bed (under restraint of course) and eat at the table and watch TV with us and so on. We may even let you attend school with us when we can trust you to be free for extended periods out of our sight. If you give us any trouble though, youâ€™ll be treated like a misbehaving dog that piddled the floor. Is this clear?â€
Nigel whines even more pathetically than before, but to your surprise he is not quite as dumb or as stubborn as you expected. You figured heâ€™d need time to think it over, but he nods his head almost immediately (if also reluctantly).
â€œAll right, letâ€™s see how cooperative you are,â€ you say to Nigel after exchanging looks with Martin and nodding silent agreement to each other. You kneel down and unlock the padlock to the doghouse door, swing it open, and gesture to Nigel to crawl out. As he does so, you grasp the leash to his neck collar while Martin grasps the one still locked around his handcuffed wrists.
â€œOkay, first letâ€™s see how you respond to a few simple commands!â€ you tell Nigel. â€œFirst of all, SIT!â€
Nigel hesitates only for a moment, and then crouches with all his weight on his legs.
â€œUmm, okay,â€ you reply with a laugh. â€œBut I didnâ€™t mean like a dog. I mean actually sit down like you normally would on the grass. We have to do something first and you may as well be comfortable while weâ€™re at it.â€
Nigel seats himself on the grass but gives you a worried look.
â€œDonâ€™t worry, you wonâ€™t mind this,â€ you tell him as open a bag you brought with you and take out a pair of knee pads. â€œYouâ€™re going to be on your knees a lot, but weâ€™re not entirely hard-hearted so want to give you some protection first.â€
You and Martin strap the knee-pads on Nigel, as he is unable to do this himself while his hands remain cuffed. You then remove Nigelâ€™s gag, sternly warning him first to speak only on command and not otherwise if he wants it *kept* off! Nigel nods his agreement, which is of course only sensible of him under the circumstances.
â€œOkay, Fido! Down on all fours!â€ you tell Nigel, who promptly complies without a hint of complaint. â€œHeel, Fido!â€ you then tell him and begin walking across the yard. â€˜Fidoâ€™ hesitates for just a moment, but then begins crawling along on all fours after you as you begin to cross-cross the yard at a reasonably slow walk.
Nigel is unable to move very fast because of the handcuffs and hobbles, but thereâ€™s no way you and Martin are removing these restraints from him yet â€“ or probably even for a long time to come. Much of the time Martin will be alone with his cousin when you are home, and might find it hard to maintain control of him otherwise. Until he can be trusted to behave without the both of you there to compel him to, Nigel is going to have to get used to being kept under restraint for the foreseeable future.
For the rest of the afternoon, Nigel is forced to perform various humiliating dog tricks, including fetch the stick (in his mouth), speak (going â€˜Arf!â€™), roll over and play dead (arms and legs held in the air), and beg. By this time Nigel is quite hungry, and so a lot of time is spent playing this last trick as you make him beg like a dog for every scrap of food he gets. At first you consider making him eat dog food, and relent more because there is none handy than from any merciful impulses on your part. You settle for feeding him the least appetizing scraps of food you can find in Martinâ€™s house instead. Luckily for Nigel this involves nothing nastier than making him eat some (cooked) liver that Derek had bought for himself and left behind. The liver is still perfectly good, if you like liverâ€¦ luckily for you and Martin Nigel detests the stuff. Naturally then he is forced to eat it all before being allowed to eat anything else.
Probably even worse than having to eat liver is to endure being â€˜pettedâ€™ like a dog. But Nigel endures it all with stoic silence when you remind him that he could still wind up in the doghouse (literally and figuratively) if he complains.
Nigel behaves himself reasonably well all Sunday afternoon, so that evening you allow him into the house and watch TV with the two of you. However, he has to endure being tethered to the nearby radiator and sit on the floor â€“ but it certainly beats being locked up inside the doghouse out in the back yard.
Nigel gets to spend the night in his own bed â€“ albeit tied spread-eagle to it, gagged and blindfolded.
Now that he seems to be properly house-broken, you want to see if he can be trained to be a decent slave. You decide that s on the agenda for the next day. School begins on Wednesday and you want him to be a proper slave by then.
TBC
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

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Post by footyman10 » Sat Sep 04, 2010 1:15 pm

Well I like 'Nigel' been humiliated and treated like a dog, I wonder if he can be whipped into shape and becomes a slave !

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Post by Jason Toddman » Sat Sep 04, 2010 2:41 pm

Well, I'm not planning to have him whipped into shape in the literal sense of the word (that'd be a bit over the top I think), but otherwise we shall see.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

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Post by dreadnaught3200 » Sat Sep 04, 2010 6:13 pm

Vituperation! Great word use, I'll have to remember that one.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

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Post by Boundgal08 » Sun Sep 05, 2010 7:42 am

Wow, you have been busy JT, I hope to read more of such stories very nice indeed
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: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by Jason Toddman » Fri Sep 10, 2010 10:59 am

Sorry it took so long to get back to this story and that the following chapter is so short. Life has been a bit hectic lately.
CHAPTER 5 â€“ SLAVE TRAINING BOOT CAMP BEGINS
The next morning, you and Martin awaken fairly early to begin Nigelâ€™s rigorous slave training. The first thing you do is remove his gag and blindfold and feed him breakfast in bed. You do this kneel/sitting on his chest clad in just your pink Speedos (while Martin sits on Nigelâ€™s belly clad in just his blue ones) while spoon-feeding him cereal (Cheerios, which seems appropriately British sounding, you feel). You know doing this irritates the hell out of him, which of course is the whole point.
Nigel is apparently aware you are looking for the slightest excuse to punish him, and he makes no complaint. Even when you deliberately slop milk and cereal over his face, neck, and upper chest, he lies there and takes it with patient silence. At least up to this point, he is canny enough to realize that his only hope is improving the treatment he gets from you and Martin is to take whatever you dish out as if he enjoys it.
After feeding Nigel his breakfast you release him from his bed, shackle his wrists behind him, hobble him, place the dog collar and leash on him, gag him, and lead him to the bathroom to wash up. As before, you do not let him wash or relieve himself but put him through the humiliation of doing it for him. This is of course a test of his patience. More importantly, it is also a lot of fun to humiliate him.
You make Nigel change into a clean set of yellow Speedos before placing his hobbles back on him. You and Martin then lead him out into the yard and then â€“ to his dismay â€“ out into the woods beyond. For this excursion you and Martin wear shorts, socks and sneakers, and a shirt while Nigel has only his bonds, Speedos, and a gag to cover him up. Nigel is worried he will be seen, but you and Martin are careful to avoid having this happen â€“ more for your own sakes than for Nigelâ€™s.
You and Martin lead your captive to the shore of a small, secluded pond where the two f you have gone swimming and played TUGs together. To Nigelâ€™s alarm you both wade into the pond with Nigel in tow. He understandably begins to resist, but you tell him sternly that you have no intention of letting him come to harm - and that heâ€™d better learn to trust and obey you both in all things if he doesnâ€™t want more punishment. Nigel settles down, but the worried look remains in his wide eyes as you compel him to wade further out into the water.
When the water is chest deep to Nigel the three of you stop and then grab Nigel by the shoulders. Then you bid Nigel to take a deep breath and hold it. Nigelâ€™s eyes grow wider than ever and he tries to struggle instead. But it is too late for him now. You pinch his nose shut and force his head beneath the water, hold it down for about five seconds, and then let him surface again. â€œQuit struggling!â€ you command Nigel. â€œOr weâ€™ll duck your head under again!â€
Nigel doesnâ€™t listen, and you carry out your threat; keeping his ad under for five seconds as before. He struggles still, and you and Martin keep ducking him until he finally manages to get a grip on himself in hopes of getting some mercy. Once he quits trying to resist you, you reward his newfound self-control by ceasing to duck his head underwater. Instead you just walk him deeper into the water until his feet no longer touch ground. He is nervous about this but you and Martin keep his head firmly above water at all times â€“ eventually enabling Nigel to regain his confidence that he is not about to be drowned.
You and Martin carry Nigel out to even deeper water, but Martinâ€™s cousin has enough of his wits about him to know not to struggle now. The two of you tow him around in the water for a few minutes and then take him back to shore â€“ letting him sink to his knees in relief the moment you are safely back on dry land. He doesnâ€™t even react when you and Martin lay him flat on his back on the grass, sit on his belly and chest, and drip dry all over him. His handcuffed wrists must be sore from the resulting pressure on them, but Nigel is learning now that complaints only make his situation worse; he lays there on the ground without making a sound or even trying to get into a more comfortable position.
Now that Nigel seems a bit more submissive, you and Martin decide to take his training up to the next levelâ€¦
You and Martin get up off of Nigel and make him get up off his back and kneel before you before removing his gag. â€œOkay, Nigel, we have a simple task for you,â€ you tell your bound and helpless captive. â€œKiss our feet!â€
As you had hoped he would do, Nigel rebels at this. So you and Martin drag him over to a nearby tree that you had pre-selected for the purpose. There is already a rope slung over a branch three feet overhead, with one end dangling loosely on the ground and the other end tied off to another tree nearby. After securely hog-tying your captive, you tie the other rope to his bonds and leave him struggling as you and Martin walk to the other end. Grabbing the rope where it is tied off to the tree, you heave on it to take up all the slack, and then pull some more until Nigel is pulled thrashing and screaming into his gag into the air. The pain would be terrific for Nigel (far more than youâ€™d want him to endure) had you and Martin not placed thick leather bands on his ankles and wrists before cuffing him previously. Even as it is, dangling there must be a rather unpleasant experience for him, but at least the only pain would be the strain on his limbs and muscles.
But now you and Martin proceed to tickle Nigel mercilessly for twenty minutes on the soles of his bare feet and along his unprotected rib cage. By the end of this time he is a quivering, crying, emotional basket case; ready to do anything you say if only you stop tickling him!!!
Sternly warning Nigel that he faces even worse punishment if he disobeys you or Martin again, you let Nigel down to the ground and release him from his hogtie. When you bid him to kiss your feet this time, he obeys with alacrity.
But of course this is only the start of the humiliation that you have in store for him.
TBC
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

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Post by sarumansauron » Fri Sep 10, 2010 12:54 pm

Great Job! I badly can wait to read more.
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

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Post by footyman10 » Sat Sep 11, 2010 12:07 am

Great part Jason, can't wait to see what more punishment Nigel has in store

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Post by snobound » Sat Sep 11, 2010 8:04 pm

Nice! I just got caught up. Nigel's training is coming along... I would imagine he'll begin to grow impatient...
Try out the TUGs chat! http://chat.mibbit.com/#tugsnet

### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by Jason Toddman » Mon Oct 11, 2010 1:46 pm

Sorry for the super-long delay on this one. So many stories I want to tell... so little time...
CHAPTER 6 â€“ NIGELâ€™S HUMILIATION
You and Martin begin the next phase of your plan for Nigelâ€™s training. You change back into normal street clothes (cargo shorts and tank-top shirts) that you removed when you walked Nigel into the pond, while Nigel is forced to continue wearing only his Speedos and (also temporarily removed but now put back on) his sneakers.
Still hobbled and with his hands cuffed behind his back, Nigel is gagged and a leash placed back on his dog collar. The two of you then take him for a slow careful walk through the woods trails, and come out upon the back of an athletic field adjacent to the local grade school. You can see a few younger kids playing basketball some distance away, but they are not close enough to you to see exactly what you are doingâ€¦ and in fact have not yet seen you at all yet. Perfect!
You and Martin take Nigel to a set of monkey arms and proceed to tie him carefully but securely to it, facing outward. A sock stuffed inside his mouth and a t-shirt tied around his lower face serves as an effective gag. You then take a pillow case you carried in your backpack and fit it over Nigelâ€™s head â€“ tying it on him securely enough so that it will not easily come off but far too loosely to be a choking hazard to him. There are small holes in it that he can breathe and see through, but a tightly applied blindfold renders him blind.
Just as you finish, you see that the kids you observed earlier have noticed what you and Martin are doing to Nigel and â€“ curious â€“ are hesitantly approaching to get a better look. There are several boys ranging in age from 10 to 14. They are just large enough and numerous enough to feel confident that whatever you are doing to Nigel, you and Martin are no threat to them. So they come quite close with no apparent fear of you â€“ which is what you were hoping for.
The oldest boy is about 14; he is slightly taller than you (about 6â€™) but more slender in build. He has long, wavy blond hair and blue eyes, and wears nothing more than a set of basketball shorts, long tube socks, and an old pair of Converse sneakers. He approaches slowly, carrying a basketball under one slender arm. He stops and stands about 30 feet ahead of the other kids, and about twice that distance away from you. â€œWhat are you guys doing?â€ he calls to you with a curious smile that shows no fear and a mischievous glint in his eye. This is just what you were hoping for!
â€œOur friend lost a bet and weâ€™re going to torture him for a while,â€ you tell the boy quite plainly. â€œWould you and the others like to help?â€
â€œSure!â€ replies the boy as he sets the basketball down on the ground and boldly walks forward to join you. The other boys exchange glances and then step forward as well.
The boys are told they can do whatever they like to Nigel, as long as it does not seriously hurt him. The younger boys choose to tickle him, while the older boys punch, slap, and kick him (although not too hard). Nigelâ€™s gagged protests are completely ignored.
While Martin supervises Nigelâ€™s torture to make sure that it does not get out of hand (or end up with one of the boys releasing him), you go to a nearby clothing store and purchase something that you know will add to Nigelâ€™s humiliation: a frilly pink dress with a garish floral pattern and a long, dark-haired wig. It causes you a small amount of embarrassment too just purchasing these items, and you nervously tell the sales clerk that it is a birthday present for your sister. You quickly pay for your purchase and all but run out of the store to return to where you left Martin and Nigel, where the other boys you met are still tormenting the British brat.
You remove the pillowcase and blindfold that has kept Nigel from seeing his tormentors and show him what you have planned for him next. He starts to shake his head in denial; he absolutely refuses to put on that dress. But you and Martin sternly warn him that he does not, you will let the other boys play with him much more roughly than they have been; the oldest one had been wanting to use Nigel for kick-boxing practice according to Martin, and had barely been persuaded not to use Nigel an Martin both as punching bags.
Nigel reluctantly gives in. You untie him, sine now there are enough boys present to surround him and compel him to carry out your wishes. Nigel puts on the dress; blushing a deeper shade of red by the moment. Just looking at the expression on his face is worth every penny of the price you had to pay for the dress; of course, you intend to make sure that Nigel gets plenty of use out of it. Once he puts on the wig as well, he looks just like a girl who hasnâ€™t developed her bust yet.
Nigel is left completely untied to avoid attracting attention to him that would be more sympathetic to him than otherwise. You and the other boys all surround him and force him to walk along with you into â€“ and through â€“ the heart of town where everyone can see him. Nigel is certain that everyone who sees him must know he is really a boy, but it is all in his imagination. Everyone thinks he is a girl except you and the other boys who have accompanied the two of you into town. His fears are all in his mind. Soon however, he begins to realize that few other people are paying any attention to him and he begins to relax. By the time you, Nigel, and Martin bid the other boys goodbye and head home in the evening, Nigel is almost relaxed in his dress and wig.
This is the result you and Martin have wanted.
That evening at dinnertime, Nigel discovers to his horror that he must now attend school each and every day wearing the wig and dress, pass himself off as a girl, and be called â€œWendyâ€. Each evening, he will still be a slave and do all the household chores in the evening and be tied into his bed every night after doing his homework. If he refuses to do all this, heâ€™ll be hogtied and locked in a closet all day while you and Martin attend school, be tortured all evening and fed food he despises, and sleep chained up inside the doghouse all night. Itâ€™s go to school and play housemaid as Wendy, or continue to be your and Martinâ€™s helpless prisoner day and night for the indefinite future.
To give him time to think about it, you and Martin strip Nigel naked, wrap him in duct tape from head to toe, tickle torture his feet for a while, and leave him clocked inside his closet in a sensory-deprived state all night.
By morning, Nigel is convinced that heâ€™d like nothing better than to go to school as â€œWendyâ€™. On the first day of school, Martin duly has Nigel registered as Wendy Freeman, his female cousin from Britain. Nigel proves very popular with the other boys and girls and makes many friends among each. After school and weekends, Nigel is placed in hobbles and has to do all the household chores - cooking, cleaning, laundry, and so forth. At each night Martin plays with Nigel any way he pleases after tying him in bed for the night. Whenever you visit, you get to play with Nigel too, but afterward you are happiest when Martin ties you up as well and plays sensory deprivation games with you.
Unknown to you however, Nigel is planning his revenge!!!
TBC
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Oct 11, 2010 2:24 pm

Great continuation. Very good!!!! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

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Post by footyman10 » Wed Oct 13, 2010 2:42 am

Great continuation of the story, thanks Jason

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Post by Jason Toddman » Mon Nov 01, 2010 3:24 pm

Sorry again for another long wait. I shouldn't juggle so many stories at once, obviously. I keep dropping the ball(s).
CHAPTER 7 â€“ NIGELâ€™S REVENGE
Things go pretty well until Halloween. Then it all goes to Heck!
By now you are practically living full-time with Martin and Nigel; an arrangement which apparently suits everyone (including your own family) quite nicely. Even Nigel seems happy with this for some reason; perhaps because Martin can afford to be less strict with how he keeps Nigel tied when there are two of you to keep him in line.
On Halloween night, Nigel is dressed as a prisoner in an old-style black-and-white striped prisonerâ€™s outfit (complete with a real iron ball on a chain) and detailed to give any visiting treat-or-treating kids candy at the door. The kids admire his costume and seem to think nothing unusual about his being chained up the way he is.
While Nigel is taking care of Halloween visitors, Martin is putting your own costume on you â€“ duct-taping you from head to foot (leaving only your eyes, nose, and the soles of your feet uncovered) and then covering you in gauze bandages to make you look like a mummy. Of course, your limbs are taped together so that you canâ€™t move a muscle by the time he has finished.
Martin (dressed in nothing at all because heâ€™s Adam before he ate the apple) then tickles you relentlessly for an hour â€“ giving you mercy breaks only when there are kids at the door being given candy. As the evening wears on and the visitors are fewer and farther between, the mercy breaks become fewer and father between as well. Finally Martin has mercy, straddles your chest, and offers you your own Halloween treat!
You are still sucking on your treat when several large boys dressed in various costumes abruptly barge in through the door, grab Martin, and turn him into another mummy! Being already wrapped up yourself, there is nothing you can do about it and they totally ignore you. Before long, Martin is as helpless as you are!
The mystery of now they got into the house is soon solved when Nigel walks into the room after them; now completely free of his bonds. It appears he has made more friends at school than you and Martin had realized and has recruited their help. While Martin was busy tying you up, some of Nigelâ€™s friends had arrived and picked the locks on his chains to free him before rushing Martin.
â€œThe tables have turned now,â€ Nigel tells you as some of his friends pick Martin up and take him out into the backyard. Nigel himself and a couple of other boys pick you up and carry you down into the cellar. â€œLetâ€™s see how you like being at *my* mercy for a while, punk!â€ Nigel crows victoriously as they set you down on the damp cellar floor, walk back up the stairs, nosily shut the door, and lock it!
You are left alone in the dark, damp cellar â€“ fearing for yourself and wondering what is going to happen to Martin â€“ as you struggle to get free of your bonds. But unfortunately Martin tied you too thoroughly and you are unable to move at all.
It is not exactly a sensory deprivation experience, but it may as well be. The cellar is dark and quiet, and you are now truly isolated without even a concerned friend like Martin watching over you to make sure you are still okay. The cellar floor you lay upon is hard, cold, slimy-wet, and quite uncomfortable. You are lying upon what appear to be a goodly number of small, sharp stones digging into your back as well. The air smells oppressive, and the utter quiet is beginning to scare you. Occasional light, flittering sensations upon your face and feet soon convince you that spiders or other small vermin are crawling all over you with impunity, and this thought makes you frantic. Worst of all, as time passes you feel a growing emptiness in your belly as you get hungry (you and Martin were going to have supper once all the Trick or Treaters were gone) and an even more unpleasant fullness in your bladder.
You are gagged and unable to make a sound anyone outside the cellar could possibly hear, and you hear absolutely nothing from outside the cellar.
What has become of Nigel, Martin, and the others?
If you could only move!!! But all you can do is shiver in the chill.
Time passes, and your sense of oppression and discomfort in the unrelieved darkness and silence grows. The duct tape that encases you from head to toe at least helps to trap your body heat though; you no longer feel chilly. In fact, as time continues to pass with any relief from your situation you are getting unpleasantly hot and sweaty. This upset you at first, until you gradually notice that the duct tape is becoming slowly but steadily less tight upon you. Your earlier shivering and now your heavy sweating have combined to greatly reduce the stickiness of the tape. And you soon also discover that the sharp stones you have been cursing have been tearing holes into your duct tape as you shivered too. As you begin flexing your limbs, you feel the duct tape begin to rip and tear; allowing you more movement and in turn causing more tearing.
It takes a long while â€“ perhaps hours â€“ but eventually you manage to get one arm free of your cocoon. After that, progress in freeing yourself is noisy and rapid.
Once you are completely free, you cautiously climb up the cellar stairs. Fortunately the lock is of a type that can be opened from both sides and you cautiously open the door. You listen carefully but hear nothing. No one is guarding the cellar door or watching you.
Despite an urgent need to pee you proceed cautiously out into the kitchen and look around in the dim light of pre-dawn. Accordingly to the vaguely seen clock it is now just past 4:00 in the morning. Youâ€™ve been trapped down in the cellar just over seven hours â€“ although you were sure itâ€™d been far longer than *that*!
You pad noiselessly through the kitchen, listening for sounds that might indicate the presence of an enemy while you search for something to use as a weapon. You find a large butcher knife but reject that; his isnâ€™t a situation calling for deadly force! You hope, anyway! Your hands then find a large rolling pin and reject that as well as being almost useless. Then your groping hands find a heavy frying pan and you decide on that as a reasonable compromise between deadliness and ridiculousness.
Now to find Martin and the othersâ€¦
TBC
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by fratboydanny » Mon Nov 01, 2010 8:15 pm

nice continuation, Jason. i just hope there is more to Nigel's revenge.

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Post by footyman10 » Tue Nov 02, 2010 8:19 am

Nice continuation Jason

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Post by sarumansauron » Wed Nov 03, 2010 8:23 am

Nice continuation Jason! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by Jason Toddman » Wed Dec 15, 2010 10:51 am

CHAPTER EIGHT â€“ STUFFED
The first room you check after the kitchen is the downstairs bathroom. You do this for several reasons, the first of which is that you need to relieve yourself really bad and couldnâ€™t care less if you were ambushed again as long as you can take care of Natureâ€™s all first! Also, the downstairs bathroom is the room closest to the kitchen, is too small to hide too many hidden ambushers at once, and has more than one exit in case a quick retreat is called for. However, there is no one there and you are able to take care of urgent business unseen and unhindered; careful to make as little noise as possible. You do not flush for fear of alerting someone to your presence and continue to silently pad through the first floor like a burglar.
The downstairs rooms are all vacant, though in a disordered state. Several times you nearly stumble over or bump into unseen things in the dark that seem out of place â€“ such as a turned-over chair. Apparently Nigelâ€™s friends have been pretty rowdy while you were tucked safely away in the cellar; there is stuff strewn all around as if the place had been ransacked though you herd nothing while down in the cellar.
With some trepidation you slowly climb the stairs to the second floor; watchful and alert for the slightest sound in the dark that might indicate that others are awaiting you. But you hear and see nothing as you reach the second floor and check it thoroughly. There is no one and nothing there; you are entirely alone in the house!!
Concerned for Martin, you begin to explore outside the house. You check out the front door and see nothing unusual in the front yard. You then check the back yard cautiously.
By the dim but growing light of pre-dawn, you see a strange figure standing out in the vegetable garden beyond the back yard. When it does not seem to move at all, you pluck up the courage to check it more carefully. It turns out to be a scarecrow propped up on a cross-shaped pole; looking much like the one from The Wizard of Oz. It is facing a similar cross a few feet away, which is unoccupied.
You donâ€™t remember seeing a scarecrow out here before (or the posts either), and you take a closer look at it. The scarecrow has a small canvas sack for a head, with two eye holes for eyes. Looking even more closely, you suddenly realize that there are eyes behind those eye holes looking straight at you! Martinâ€™s eyes! At the same time, you also notice that the scarecrow has been making muffled noises at you that you could barely hear up to now in the wind. The noises sound quite frantic.
You are about to try to get Martin down from there when several other figures rise from among the cornstalks all around you. To your dismay, you realize that you are surrounded by Nigel and his friends, who are carrying lots of rope and a tattered set of clothing. It does not take a genius to figure out what they intend to do next, but there is little you can do about it. You try to flee but are blocked and knocked down. You try to fight then but are overwhelmed by sheer weight of numbers as Nigel and his friends wrestle you down to the ground, force the tattered clothes upon you, tie you up, gag you, and then tie you to the opposite post with ropes so thoroughly that you cannot move at all. You cannot even nod or shake your head, which explains why Martin was so motionless before despite being fully conscious the entire time you approached him.
â€œWe were just bout to come get you when we saw you coming,â€ Nigel tells you with a sardonic, contemptuous laugh. â€œThanks for saving us the bother! Enjoy your new residence out here in the garden!â€
Nigel and his cronies throw various rotten vegetables that have been lying around in the garden at you at Martin for a while, and then walk casually back to the house just as the sun rises. You and Martin are left alone, but now all the two of you can do is watch each other and make muffled, incomprehensible noises at each other. You cannot move at all, and you are beginning to remember just how hungry and thirsty you are.
Time passesâ€¦
TBC

### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by sarumansauron » Wed Dec 15, 2010 12:54 pm

Good continuation! Thanks!

### Re: Speedo Bondage: The Further Adventures of Footyman

Post by Jason Toddman » Thu Dec 16, 2010 2:23 pm

CHAPTER NINE - CORN PATCH KIDS
As Halloween came on a Sunday this year, it is now Monday morning, and it is now about the time you would normally be getting ready for school. You are certain even before Nigel comes out of the house in his school clothes that you and Martin are not going to make it to school today yourselves.
Nigel is alone; his friends all having gone back home so that they could wash up and change into their own school clothes in time. It is obvious from the first that Nigel is confident enough about how well you and Martin are tied that he faces you both alone like this. â€œYou two look happy enough out here just like that,â€ he says to you gloatingly when you try to plead for mercy through your gag. â€œPerhaps we can re-negotiate new terms when I return from school. Too bad thereâ€™s no time to now, but for once I donâ€™t want to be late for school. Iâ€™ll let the principal and teachers know you two couldnâ€™t make it. But donâ€™t worry; Iâ€™ll give them a good excuse for you. Iâ€™ll tell them that you were both sickâ€¦ sick of school, that is!â€
Nigel gives you a taunting wave goodbye as he leaves you both tied up like two unhappy scarecrows in the cornfield. Your muffled pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears.
You are glad that you had managed to take a bathroom break before you came out here. Unfortunately, youâ€™ve had nothing to eat or drink since the previous afternoon; although the upside of this is that you are less likely to make a mess in your clothes before Nigel returns home from school. Martin, however, did not get the opportunity for a bathroom break that you have had. Judging from his look of dismay, his muffled cries of distress, the sudden stains in the front of his pants, and the sickly smell of urine, Martin soon proves to be unable to hold out as well. You feel bad for your friend, but wish even more that he was downwind of you instead of up.
The two of you remained tied in place for hour after hour. You thought time dragged on much too slowly while you were at school, but today proves to be far worse. Youâ€™d give almost anything to be having just another dull school day right now rather than be in this situation. Fortunately the day is warm for the first of November and you are not too cold for comfort, and the ropes that bind you are secure without being so tight that they cut off your circulation. All the same, youâ€™d almost rather be trapped inside your school locker than be here. Maybe thereâ€™s no one here to laugh at your predicament, but thereâ€™s no one to feel sorry for you and alert a teacher (or other potential rescuer) either.
You and Martin try to communicate through your gags, but it is fruitless for the most part. You both probably have the same thoughts anyway: planning what horrible things you are going to do to Nigel when you manage to get free. However, as time passes, it becomes more and more obvious that neither of you are going to get yourselves free anytime soon. And Nigel is unlikely to let either of you down until he is reasonably certain that any revenge plans you may dream up will never come to pass.
Perhaps the most annoying point in the day comes when a crow lands on your hand and refuses to be shooed away. As you cannot move your head (it was duct taped to the pole behind you) nor make much in the way of noise, the crow doesnâ€™t see you as anything it needs to be concerned about and remains perched there, cawing noisily. It drops a little present on your straw hat before it finally takes its leave to find a nicer perch.
The day wears on, and you and Martin get progressively more uncomfortable. By the time Nigel is due home, thoughts of revenge have long since left your head. Now the two of you are so desperate for relief that you are both read to agree to be Nigelâ€™s slaves from no on just to be let down again and have some food and water!
More time passes, and still there is no sign of Nigel. He is lateâ€¦
TBC