Paintball m/m

Postby Riley » Wed Apr 04, 2012 5:55 pm

It was 2 days after school let out and we had new neighbors moving in. They had a son and he came over to introduce himself. He said his name was Peter and told him I was Riley. Peter was tall and muscular. He had Brown hair and brown eyes.
Peter asked if I played paintball. I said no but I would like to. Peter said he had met some guys online and that he had a spare gun and helmet. I said that was great and he told me to come to his house Saturday morning.
Saturday morning I went to his house and he took me to his room. There were some camouflage fatigues on his bed. He said put them on. I asked should I go into the bathroom? He said no just take off your clothes and put them on. I stripped down to my underwear and put on the fatigues and he gave me some boots. He told me to put my feet in and he tied them up real tight. I said owe that’s pretty tight. He put about three knots in them then tied a bow. He told me if they were too tight I could untie them. Looking at the knots I said it will be okay they were not that tight. He grabbed a large duffle bag of gear and we went to the garage. His mom was already in the minivan. We jumped in and she drove us about 20 miles out into the country and we went down a narrow country road. There was a sign at the gate paintball by invitation only. She left us off at the gate and said she would be back in 4 hours.
We walked through the gate and went about a city block before we got to a shed were there were about 20 other players. Peter took me into the shed there were paintballs bandanas and some orange overalls. I asked what are those for. He said that when you are taken prisoner you have to wear one. He said look it say’s prisoner on the back. We have some at our camp. Here take a red bandana and put it around your head. We are the red team and they are the yellow team.
When we came out everyone was standing around talking. One guy said hi Peter is this Riley? He said yes. It turns out he had been playing with these guys in his old neighborhood. This was his third time. He said does he know what we do to prisoners? No I thought it could be a surprise. I was thinking now what am I going to have to stand before a firing Squad. At the last minute Peter decided I should play with the yellow team because there was one to many reds. He said you will be okay and any ways I want to make you my prisoner.
We split up into teams and rite off Peter made me his target. I was having a hard time sighting my gun. I lasted for about 15 minutes then he got me. He took e at gun point back to his camp. He said okay take off your clothes and put on this prison uniform. I quickly got my orange jumpsuit on and he said hands behind your back. He grabbed a pair of handcuffs out of his duffle bag and cuffed me up. He said can’t have you running around helping your team. He took me to a small tree and took the cuffs off one wrist then recuffed it behind the tree. Then he went over to his bag and got some legcuffs. He cuffed one ankle and then ran the chain around the tree trunk and cuffed my other ankle. He said now you can’t sit down. He duct taped my mouth and took off. In about 30 minutes one of his team mates brought in a prisoner. He made the boy put his hands over his head and he hand cuffed his wrists over a branch so he had to stand on his tip toes. His mouth was taped too.
After about an hour Peter returned. He ripped the tape off my mouth and asked if I was having fun. I was a little shy to admit I liked being tied up but I wanted to make sure I was invited again. So I said sure kind of. He said good taped my mouth back up grabbed some goggles that had the eyes pained black and put them on me. Everything went black. I would have yelled at him but my mouth was taped good he went around my head about 10 times.
After about two hours of being handcuffed to a tree Peter came and released me. He said is team won. He said he was disappointed that he was not captured. He said he likes being a prisoner. I was taken beck. Here I have a new neighbor and he’s into tugs too. How could I get so lucky.
So we played another game. I was captured again. This time Peter and I were on the same team. HE was captured pretty soon after I was. I think he let himself get caught. They made me stand with my hands over my head around a branch. When Peter came he was cuffed next to me. At first we were not gagged. Peter said he hated it when they hung his wrists from a branch. He was taller then me so he did not have to stand on his tip toes. After 2 hours of standing on my tip toes my ankles really hurt with the boots tied so tight. When we were let loose I asked Peter how I could untie the boots. He told me to look away and he had them untied in seconds. Then he retied them to where they were tight but not real tight and he knotted them up real good. I asked if he could loosen them and he said no I was his prisoner until we got home. When we got ready to leave he told me to put my hands behind my back and he made me ride home handcuffed. When we got home he took off the cuffs and untied the boots. It felt so good when the blood rushed back into my feet.

Re: Paintball m/m

Postby drawscore » Wed Apr 04, 2012 9:45 pm

Interesting. I've played paintball a few times, but nothing like that.

One hint on writing: Line space between paragraphs. It makes the story an easier read.

Drawscore

Re: Paintball m/m

Postby xtc » Thu Apr 05, 2012 3:38 am

Welcome. I agree with Drawscore. I look forward to your next posting but don't rush. Make sure you're happy with your story before you post it.
Wassail!
Xtc
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