## Are... Are you moaning?

Post by HandgagAzBoy1 » Fri Dec 31, 2010 1:56 am

The Arizona heat was nowhere to be found that chilling December. It had apparently snowed down in the valley while I had gone up to Show Low for New Years. I would have been disappointed in missing such a rare event had the blizzard avoided us. Instead, the Heritage Inn had become our place of refuge as a wall of snow built itself around old-fashion hotel, blocking us up in the second story "hall". In my opinion, it was more like a basketball court with expensive furniture littered all over the cold hardwood floors. The lights had dimmed, leaving me and twelve other young lads in the gloom of the Christmas lights that traced the frosty windows. Our chaperon had plowed through the snow on the staircase that, for reasons I will never know, went along the outside of the building in order to get to the lobby-store down below. We had no idea how long he'd be gone, but the boys were getting rather restless.
Chase, the quarterback for his high school football team was already shirtless and engaging in a push-up competition with Aaron, a health nut who ate raw eggs and nails for breakfast. Donovan was pacing the grand hall, holding his phone up in a vein attempt to get a signal. Eric and Michael, the soccer twins, had already broken out the soccer ball and were gently, but with increasing intensity, kicking the ball back and forth with each other. Jason, Rudy, Ben, and Kyle were starting their very own wrestling match on the blow-up air mattresses we had inflated not five minutes ago. Brent and Jerek, weren't in sight. They were probably tying each other with belts or Christmas lights or whatever else they could find. Their unusually obsessive desire for bondage had brought them to our attention many-a-time. Like when they had kidnapped me from my house and brought me to a movie in chains. A simple phone call obviously was out of the question. Perhaps they acted like that around me more because they knew I was found of being held down or gagged. I guess it was the sense of security or something.
I was probably the only boy in the room who didn't play sports. Everyone else was three times stronger and had muscles that weren't hidden behind my... extra padding... (I'm not at all fat. But my muscles aren't really defined) While they horsed around, I sat by a window, watching the snowflakes fall in the glow of the distant streetlamps. As loud as it was inside, I could tell there was a serene silence outside. I laughed softly at the parallel I had just traced to my life. I was very soft spoken outside, but inside, there was something that just burned. I had no idea what it was, but I wasn't about to let it out. It had no place outside.
My philosophical thoughts were suddenly cut short when I saw the streetlamps suddenly darken. Not a moment later, the Christmas lights spat out the last of their light, sending the hotel into darkness. An uproar of "Hey!" and "What? Come on!" filled the air. I, of course, said nothing. My eyes were able to take in the faint glow of the moon gleaming through the clouds that barely illuminated the room I stood in. The other guys were obviously uncomfortable with the dark. They kept shouting at each other to turn the lights on. I heard a lot of scuffling against the wood floor. I could see that Rudy and Jason were still tussling in the dark. I heard footsteps approach me from the sides. I assumed it was someone trying to get to the window to see the last flicker of moonlight before the clouds swallowed it again.
But then, suddenly, I felt a form press against me from behind and wrap burly arms around me. I didn't know what to do, but instantly I recognized Jerek's grip. I hadn't even opened my mouth to call out when a hand suddenly clamped down on my mouth from in front of me. The hand was thick with soft muscle. Brent. A spec of excitement shot through me, but I stifled it. I wasn't in the mood to be bound and gagged and then shown off as a trophy when the lights came back on. I sliver of a thought came through my mind that said "Did you guys cause the blackout?" It was a stupid question, but one my brain decided to ask.
I fought against Jerek's hold and Brent's handgag. I cried out for help, but all I got out was a muffled "mmmph!" With some difficulty, they brought me around the back of the hall into the kitchen area, where walls separated us from the rest of the hall. I couldn't see, but I somehow felt them changing around me. I was now facing Jerek and was pressed firmly against his large chest. It was discouraging and frustrating. I wriggled like a worm on a hook, but with Jerek practically hugging me to death and Brent's big hand clamped down on my mouth, my efforts went in vein.
I was getting tired. The cold weather, coupled with my lack of sleep and painful exertion, drew my body into a lapse of acceptance. Fine, I thought. Get it over with so I can go back to staring out my window. They were awkwardly trying to tie my hands behind my back with some soft cords. They were having a difficult time seeing as well, I guess. I grunted my disapproval with a loud "Mmmph!"
Brent squeezed his hand tighter around my face while Jerek laughed, his chest thumping me so hard it knocked the air out of me. This was so awkward so at last I gave up and went limp. I knew they'd be bored with a "dead catch". However, they continued to tie my hands together. I was now very comfortably placed on my stomach on something soft and warm with my hands behind my back. I recognized the object I was laying on as a sleeping bag. Brent's bag in fact. Brent had often carried all his belongings in sleeping bag, which I never understood. What's wrong with a normal suitcase? I felt Brent's knee driving into my back as he kept his hand on me. I groaned in pain and annoyance.
"Are... Are you moaning?" laughed Brent quietly. I rolled my eyes. Suddenly, I felt Jerek pull off my jeans in one swift stroke. I let out a yelp that was muffled by Brent's hand. I tried to ask what they were doing, but all I got was "Shh. Relax, buddy." I hated that phrase. Especially when it came from Brent. My legs were tied together quicker than I had expected and in no time, I was hogtied. Jerek removed a sock from his foot.
"No! No! No! No!" I protested. (of course it came out "mmn mn mmn mmnph!") I loathed feet. I still loathe feet. Brent let go of my mouth as Jerek pressed his wadded up sock against my lips. I screamed through closed lips. Brent pinched my nose closed. I tried to hold my breath for as long as I could, but the burning in my lungs forced it my mouth open. Jerek forcefully stuffed his sock into my mouth. I nearly barfed. I could tell he had just barely put it on, as it had a fresh-out-of-the-laundry taste, but just the thought of it touching his foot made me want to vomit. Once the sock was firmly in place, Brent cupped his hand over my mouth again. The pair of them laughed for a bit and poked and pinched my bare calves. It was awkward, demeaning, and downright rude. So why did that spark of entertainment linger? Soon they had sealed my mouth with bondage tape that wrapped around my head and mouth. I was at last completely bound. Right as the lights flickered to life. Of course, I was then zipped up in Brent's sleeping bag and hidden in what I assumed was the cupboard. I sighed out my nose. It was going to be a long night...

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Post by canuck100 » Fri Dec 31, 2010 12:53 pm

Hehe, I like where this is going, and love your writing style too!

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Post by HandgagAzBoy1 » Fri Dec 31, 2010 5:23 pm

Thanks. I'm debating on whether or not to continue this or start up my mini series, which gets a little complex as it involves psychics.

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Post by xtc » Sat Jan 01, 2011 11:39 am

You must do what you feel is right. Personally, I think it woud be a shame not to finish this tale but I understand what it is like to rush the ending to something in which the author no longer has confidence. You write well. Use your talents in the way you believe they will be best employed.
Personal prferance: not too fond of "mystic" plots, too many cop-outs possible.
Thank you for the entertainment so far.
Wassai!
Xtc
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Post by snobound » Sun Jan 02, 2011 6:33 pm

> xtc wrote:You must do what you feel is right. Personally, I think it woud be a shame not to finish this tale but I understand what it is like to rush the ending to something in which the author no longer has confidence. You write well. Use your talents in the way you believe they will be best employed.
> Personal prferance: not too fond of "mystic" plots, too many cop-outs possible.
> Thank you for the entertainment so far.
> Wassai!
> Xtc

I'll second that.
Your writing paints vivid imagery. Keep this going....
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Post by Jason Toddman » Mon Jan 03, 2011 11:34 am

Yeah, leave out the mystic plotlines.
I have dibs on those!!!
Just kidding of course; you should always write the way you feel is most enjoyable regardless of what anyone else says.
I sure intend to, no matter What the Devil anyone says about my mystical plotlines.
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 HandgagAzBoy1 » Mon Jan 03, 2011 6:09 pm

Thank you all for your feedback. (Jason, I think you'd enjoy my new story). My psychic story is more of a mystery/detective kind of thing with some mystic twist, rather than a full on magical adventure. I honestly think you'd all like it. I'm going to post it. Tell me what you think. If you like this one more, I'll continue with this. If you like the other one, well, you get the point. Thanks again for your feedback everyone. It has really lifted me up. :3

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Post by handgagged03 » Fri Sep 16, 2011 7:17 pm

pleasse continue!!

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Post by bondagefreak » Sat Sep 17, 2011 9:21 am

Great story ! I hope to see the next part soon !

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Post by HandgagAzBoy1 » Wed Sep 28, 2011 7:30 pm

Part 2
It was June of the following year when Jerek moved away the group and I had been there to help him pack. It was a sad to lose such a life-long friend to a stupid university. Eh. That's life. I was getting ready for college too. My scholarship was about to come in and I'd soon be able to enroll at the University of Arizona, located in quaint, little-big Tucson. Tucson was weird to me. It had the makings of a small town, but it was expansive and packed with young and crazy college students. When I announced that I was moving there in September, my friends offered to help me pack and wished me the best. Everyone but Brent. Brent didn't show up to help me load my clothes and junk into my little car. He didn't show up to say goodbye either at my open house party.
I had moved out of my parents house in April and was trying to work things out in Mesa. Life was real sucky during that time. I had lost my sense of direction and was experimenting with other people... and genders. I thought I try it out, see what all the fuss was about. It only made my inner storm broil viciously. I still couldn't understand why I was feeling such annoying and distracting things. Every time I tried to look in, it usually led to angry rants toward Brent and Jerek. I still don't know why.
Anyway, it was my last day in the valley. My parents said goodbye, gave me a couple cans of food and sent me on my way. Before I could even pull out of their driveway, I received a text... A text from Brent.
"Come to my house before you go," it read. Brent was my friend and since he still hadn't given me an explanation as to why he wasn't there earlier, I decided I'd visit. I imagined that he'd probably try tying me up one last time. He hadn't done anything of the sort since Jerek left, which was almost oddly disappointing. I drove over to his mom's house (where he still lived). I waited in the car for a moment, examining the house before me. I mustered up my courage, stepped out of the car, walked up to the door, and... reluctantly... knocked.
"Terry!" he said gleefully upon opening the door. (Did I mention my name is Terrance. Everyone calls me Terry.) "Come in, come in! I have something for you." He stepped aside and motioned for me to enter. This is it, I thought. Right here. I'll walk past him and he reach out and grab me. Eh. I had no where to be. I'd let him have his fun. I was surprised when nothing happened. I even stood with my back to him for a second, waiting. Anticipating, almost with excitement.
"My room. I'll meet you there in just a sec," he said, closing the door. Aha. He wants me to be drawn deeper into the house. I walked through the hallway into the main room. There was no one there. Mommy must be out, I thought. I turned left down the second hall and trotted down to his room. I opened the door, expecting to see something small like handcuffs or duct tape or bondage tape on the bed. Nope. Nothing. It was kinda weird.
Brent came up behind me and squeezed past me, avoiding touching me, it seemed, at all costs. I was very confused by this behavior. It wasn't like him. He held something in his hands. What was it? A ballgag? Some rope? Hell, I would have taken scotch tape by now.
"Here you go," he said, handing me a little black box.
"Thanks," I said, stifling my disappointment. I opened it up. It was a dogtag hanging on a beaded chain. It had my name carved in it. "...Cool. Where did you get this?"
"Made it, actually," Brent said. I removed it and turned it over. My eyes widened. On the back was his name.
"It's so you'll remember me," he said.
"Brent, I'm going to visit once a month, remember?"
"I know," he said. His cheeks were starting to turn red. I had only seen him blush once before: the New Years TUG. "It's just... You'll be busy and you'll get new friends and..."
"We're still gonna hang out," I said. I noticed that he wasn't looking in my eyes. "I'll be back in three weeks. We'll catch a movie or something." I was hoping he'd say "something" and he'd whip out his rope and gags. Instead he just walked over to his bed and flopped down. I put the dogtag on and then sat next to him on his bed.
"You okay man?" I asked. He stared up at the ceiling. His jaw was clenched.
"It's just..." he began. He took a long breath. "It's just... You and Jerek were my best friends and... And now you're both leaving."
"But I'm gonna visit as often as I can."
"Until you make new friends." I suddenly realized that he was genuinely hurt about this. I felt bad. I reached over to pat him on the shoulder, but since his hands were behind his head, it was a little awkward and I found myself patting his chest.
"I promise to visit once a month at minimum, okay?" I waited. He didn't say anything. "Look, Brent, I can't-" Suddenly he sat up and grabbed my shoulders. He threw me down on the bed and straddled me. He pulled some rope out from under his pillows. I tried not to smile. This is more like it. He grabbed one of my hands and tied it to his bedpost. I was patiently waiting, not struggling, just making the occasional dumb question: "What're you doing?" He tied my other wrist on the other post. It was an exciting moment. He didn't seem to be enjoying himself that much. He seemed almost angry. He pulled off my pants, socks, and shoes before tying each of my ankles to the corresponding bedposts. I wondered why he hadn't gagged me yet.
After I was completely set, he unbuttoned my shirt and exposed my chest. I had been working out and wasn't at all bashful. I hoped he would handgag me soon. I loved the way his big hands felt against my mouth. He straddled me again and this time he laid down on me and hugged me. His arms were under my back and his hands were holding my shoulders. His face was pressed against mine and I could smell his musk. He smelt nice and clean and... there was something else. Something familiar but I couldn't place it. Either way, it was nice. I groaned and made poor attempts to through him off. It was hard. He was big and it was like he was trying to assume the fetal position with me between his arms and legs. I didn't mind too much, except that he hadn't gagged me yet.
"I knew you like this," he whispered, his hot breath warmed my ear.
"It's not so bad," I admitted. "It'd be nicer if it was complete."
He sat up a little, his baby face hovered over mine. "Complete?" he asked.
"Well you haven't gagged me yet," I said. He pulled his arms out from under me and gently held my upper neck and part of my face in his hands. That spot was so timid that I shuddered. "I-I-I haven't been gagged yet?"
"I have the perfect gag for you," he said. He wasn't smiling. He looked nervous. Probably because Jerek wasn't here. "You'll never guess what it is."
"A dildo?" I joked. He cracked a quick smile and shook his head. "Ball gag? Handgag? A sock? Please don't let it be a sock. You know how much I hate-"
Brent leaned down and pressed his soft lips firmly against mine. My eyes widened and his closed. I felt my entire body stiffen. I felt his lips move gently. He came off me and smiled down at me. His confidence suddenly came back. "Better than a sock?" he asked with a smirk.
"Uh-huh," was all I could muster. I felt my face flush with heat. I must have been blushing. Brent noticed and laughed. He kissed me! He actually kissed me! Was he gay? Bi? Curious? What is happening?
"Good," he said. I had barely enough time to register the word before his lips were on mine again.This time, my eyes rolled back slightly and then closed. He stroked my hair and kissed me fiercely. His lips, those soft, pink lips were the perfect shape for kissing. Not too plump. Not too thin. Just perfect. Perfect? What was I saying? I'm not gay? Am I? Was... he? Brent pulled off me again.
"You like?" he asked. I nodded, biting my lip, trying to stifle the smile. It was no use. He could tell. "Want more?" I nodded again, almost automatically, my lips opening to receive his. Suddenly, he shoved a sock in my mouth. "Too bad, fag."
I "mmnphed". I tried to pretend I was angry, but I wasn't. I thought it was funny. For once, that inner storm shut up. For once, that inner storm took all its problems and shoved em up its ass. He winked at me and pulled out a roll of bondage tape. All I could do was smile.

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Post by HandgagAzBoy1 » Sat Oct 01, 2011 11:04 am

Thoughts?

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Post by xtc » Sat Oct 01, 2011 11:51 am

I'm glad you're back to this story. Is there more written or are you waiting for feedback first?
For what it's wirth, I refer you to my previous post.
Sorry I missed this on Thursday, the past fewdays have been a bit hectic.
Wassail! Xtc

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Post by HandgagAzBoy1 » Sat Oct 01, 2011 1:49 pm

I know the end of the story. I'm just waiting for feedback before I write more. Just making sure people are still interested.

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Post by canuck100 » Sun Oct 02, 2011 3:45 am

Love how the events are developping. Great story'

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Post by HandgagAzBoy1 » Sun Oct 02, 2011 11:14 am

@ Canuck100 Thank you!

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Post by sarwrductan » Sun Oct 02, 2011 12:59 pm

[ HEY! What happened to the quick message thing?.]...Uhh, anyway, you told that story so good I was picturing it and emotionalizing it (pardon my wording) and I got taken surprised at how this went...Awesome!

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Post by HandgagAzBoy1 » Sun Oct 02, 2011 9:05 pm

@sarwrductan Thank you! :3 I'm writing the next chapter tomorrow. Any suggestions?

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Post by mikeybound » Wed May 01, 2013 5:05 pm

Fantastic.

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Post by bondagefreak » Sun Sep 04, 2016 11:58 pm

Wish this guy was still here to entertain us with his writing.
Really enjoyed re-reading this.