Dear Diary

Postby Writer » Fri Jun 05, 2015 12:51 am

Dear Diary,

My name is Marcus. I heard that it's very therapeutic to keep track of my day to day business, since I can look back on it and shit. Well... yeah. Just in case I forget, I'm finally 15, a sophomore in high school, and on the track team. People say that I'm really built for a runner, but it's probably because of my broad shoulders. I don't really know what to write..
Tie me up, put a sock in my mouth, I promise I won't struggle~

Finding aura is a difficult task

Re: Dear Diary

Postby Writer » Fri Jun 05, 2015 1:13 am

June 1st, 2015

Dear Diary,

The last time I wrote in you was literally the first time -_-

I'll try to keep on top of it from now on, especially all the interesting things that have happened to me in the past two weeks. This happened about a week ago. With the track season ending, me and my best friend, Kristian, were enjoying our athletic PE period just chilling under the bleachers, out of the sun.

"Hey Kristian, what's that?" I pointed towards his hand. He was holding one of those bendable flowers that you can buy at the dollar store.

"Oh, Denise gave it to me earlier. Said she was giving them out to all the Juniors this year." Kristian was a Junior, about 5'11 and had a really nice body. With me at 5'7, people often wondered if I was his younger brother, especially since we hung out almost every day.

"Hey Marcus," he motioned for me to come over. "Look, you can make it into a bracelet!" He coiled the flower around his wrist in a spiral. Interesting... but way too girly for me to ever wear in public.

"Lol, very fashionable."

"Here put out your arm. It's actually really soft." What the hell was Kristian saying? But I put my arm out anyway as I embarrassingly covered my eyes with my other hand.

Then, suddenly, he jerks my hand behind my back and forces my other arm behind me as well. Using the flower stem, he cinches my wrists together, such that I couldn't escape.

"Soft, right?" he laughed.

""Ugh, very funny Kristian! Now let me out." My tank was slipping down my shoulder due to the struggle so I wanted to fix it, but before I could say anything else, Kristian grabbed me.

"Nahhh, I just thought of something that'll make you laugh!"

"Oh great, another meme from Vine? You showed me all of them alrea-HAHAHAHA!!" I screamed as Kristian dug his fingers into my exposed armpits. He wrapped his legs around my lower body so that I couldn't stand or adjust myself. "Kristian! I'm gonna yell if you don't stop-phhh!" With one hand Kristian covered my mouth tight, while the other he kept in my left armpit.

"Cmon, Marcus! You're like the only friend I have who's actually ticklish! It's fun to watch people laugh like this!" Fun for him, I thought!

Suddenly, the school bell rang. Kristian released his grip on me and stood up leaving me on the ground. "Uhm, forgetting something??" I literally couldn't get out if I tried.

"Oh right~ I'll help you up, but on one condition: you have to let me tie you up for real at my house after school today."

"What??"

"Cmon, mom's out on a business trip today. And it's Friday! We can play Smash tonight." He knew how much I liked Smash.

"Ok, but why do I have to get tied up?"

"Bye Marcus." He started walking away, leaving me on the ground.

"Wait!!... Ok fine. But you gotta explain to me when we get to your house, ok?"

"Deal!"

And so we went over to Kristian's house right after school for more "fun"... I'll finish the story tomorrow, after I finish studying for finals lol. It's not bad having a diary :)
Tie me up, put a sock in my mouth, I promise I won't struggle~

Finding aura is a difficult task

Re: Dear Diary

Postby havok978 » Fri Jun 05, 2015 9:33 am

Welcome back :)

Re: Dear Diary

Postby alex967 » Sat Jun 06, 2015 8:38 am

Glad to see you back

Re: Dear Diary

Postby drawscore » Sat Jun 06, 2015 10:46 am

Interesting concept, told in the first person, relating to a medium (diary) in which great confidence and trust are placed, and which the story teller relates as if he does not expect to be seen by others, and in which, he can share his secrets.

Well written, and no glaring errors.

Drawscore

Re: Dear Diary

Postby Writer » Sun Jun 07, 2015 1:30 am

June 2nd, 2015

Dear Diary,

Marcus here. So like I mentioned yesterday, Kristian invited me over to his house for the weekend after I agreed to - basically - become his slave. I don't really know why I agreed in the first place other than to play Smash, but my instinct was already telling me that we would not be playing video games throughout even just half the night.

After school, I picked up an overnight bag from my house, told my parents I'd be staying over at Kristian's (his parents and mine have been tight since we were kids), and I walked over the couple of blocks to get to his place. When I arrived, he had already changed out of his school clothes into a casual tree, shorts and white ankle socks. I was wearing just a black tank, similar gym shorts and my black nike elites. Nervously, I kicked off my shoes and followed him into the living room.

"Are you hungry? Mom left some money for takeout if you want." I didn't really hear him at first because I was still so damn nervous. "Marcus!"

"Oh- I'm not really hungry yet. So uh, did you download Mewtwo yet?" Trying to get my mind off of what could possibly happen in just a few moments just made the situation more awkward.

"Marcus, you don't have to be nervous... jeez, if you don't want me to tie you up, then that's that." He looked pretty disappointed.. and really, it wasn't that I -didn't- want to be tied up...

"It's not like I don't want to get tied up.." oh crap, that's right I actually said that to him. Kristian's face beamed.

"Oh, that's great! Well I guess we can just start right away then!"

"Wait, what?"

"Turn around."

"No!"

"But you just said- never mind. Give me your arms"

It took me a while but reluctantly I stuck out my right arm. To which Kristian twisted around. The next thing I heard was the *click* of handcuffs being snapped around my wrists. "Kristian! Where the hell did you get handcuffs?"

"The Frys down at the shopping district." Why does Frys sell the weirdest things? "Now walk towards the couch." Kristian led me to the couch and forced me to lie face down. Then, he reached underneath the couch and produced a large roll of silver duct tape. "Kept this here just in case!" He wrapped it around my ankles a few times, then right below my knees, then my thighs-

"Kristian! Are you trying to mail me or something?"

"Nah dude, just trying to take advantage of the situation. Hmm.. just one more place" He took another strip and placed it right on top of my shorts, covering my crack. If Kristian wasn't such a good friend, I definitely would have been weirded out by another guy touching my butt. "Hahahaha now this is worth taking a picture of" I didn't understand what he was talking about until I felt something hard pressed against the nylon of my shorts... I quickly turned back onto my stomach.

I blushed and kept my head sunk in the cushions. "Just one more thing.." What? It took me by surprise when suddenly my vision was blocked by some black bandana Kristian tied around my eyes.

"Wha-phh!!" Kristian immediately took his chance from my brief bewilderment to stick some weird ball into my mouth.

"Finally got a chance to use this! Bought this on Amazon one day when I was bored. Oh, and it might make you drool a bit, so watch out!" Kristian started laughing, as I started to struggle, pissed. In no time, the ball gag worked its magic and I found myself uncontrollably drooling on Kristian's floor.

"Eww, Marcus!" He started laughing more. At some point I heard a camera shutter from an iPhone. "Be sure to check your instagram later, Marcus~"

.... I'll finish the rest tomorrow. For now I'll just say that the instagram pic was of me, fully tied up, ballgagged and blindfolded on Kristian's floor with the caption: "kidnapped for the weekend. Do not disturb." ... the pic's already gotten 95 likes -_-
Tie me up, put a sock in my mouth, I promise I won't struggle~

Finding aura is a difficult task

Re: Dear Diary

Postby Jack Roper » Tue Jun 09, 2015 2:20 pm

Great story...almost sounds like it really happened. Where's that Instagram shot?