Hunter’s Unexpected Discovery
Though I’m quiet a few years older now, I began to realize that I was drawn to bondage as early as ten, when I would quickly “loose†at cops and robbers so that I could be tied up or handcuffed. A sloppy hogtie was the most I was able to hope for as a result of these games, but I loved every second. It wasn’t until I was fifteen that I was truly tied up.
I was a freshman training for junior varsity cross country tryouts, and often ran in the trail system that led away from my back yard. I had spent most of my childhood in these woods- it’s where my earlier games of cops and robbers were played! It was a hot and dusty September afternoon as I sped through the trails, not paying too much attention to the familiar surroundings. I rounded a bend and froze in my tracks. Jordan, sixteen, and Chris, seventeen, were “tormenting†a boy that I hadn’t seen before. I grew up with both of these guys, and often hung out with them even though they were a bit older. This is why I was startled to see what they were doing to this mystery boy that seemed to be around my age.
There were a number of recently discarded wooden pallets at the side of the trail. Mystery boy was lying face down of one of the most heavy duty of the pallets, and had been intricately and tightly hog-tied by Jordan and Chris. Ropes that came up over the boy’s shoulders were wrapped around his torso and used to bind his upper arms together behind his back. This was done at the tops of his biceps and at his elbows. It looked like fifty feet of rope had been used for this purpose alone. A rope had been tied around the helpless boy’s waist and was brought down to bind his upper thighs and knees tightly together. Another rope bound his crossed wrists to his ankles, with only an inch or two of slack between the two. To top it off, my friends had used even more rope to tie the boy, face down, to the pallet at six different points.
This kid was completely immobile, and had a wild, frenzied look in his eyes. He was sweating, but it was hot, and we all were. He looked at me pleadingly, and began to shout, “HELP! These guys won’t let me go!†I had barely a minute to admire his predicament, and for a fleeting second I longed to be in his place.
“What’s going on?†I demanded.
“Just having a little fun with this guy we found poking around our old fort,†Chris explained quickly. “You know, teaching him a lesson.†I could tell that Chris was nervous about having been caught. Come on, Hunter, you understand?â€
“HELP ME!†yelled the captive. I flinched, and Chris and Jordan saw it. Their eyes met for a second, and I didn’t have a chance. They were on me like flies on you know what. Chris was two years older than me, and was on the football team. He worked out obsessively, and I wouldn’t have stood a chance against him alone, never mind with the added help of the almost equally athletic Jordan.
I was on the ground on my back, and Jordan was sitting on my stomach holding my arms over my head. I had been running with my shirt off and was covered with dust where it had stuck to my sweat. Chris let go of my feet and quickly grabbed a length of rope, tying my hands together tightly. “What are you going to do? Ha?†spat Chris.
“Why are you doing this, we’re friends?†I asked. Chris laughed.
Jordan walked over and asked, “If we let you go, will you tell what we were doing?â€
“NO! Just let me go!†I yelled. “I won’t tell anyone; just let him and me go!â€
“No deal.†Chris said as he gestured toward Jordan to help him with me. They stood me up, each holding tightly to one of my arms that were bound in front of me. Roughly, Chris and Jordan walked me to the fort that we had all built a few years earlier. There was a home-made ladder built between two tree trunks that led up to the second story. Each of the rungs was made of 2 x 4s, and were about 10 inches apart, leading up about eight feet. I struggled with every ounce of my strength, but Chris pinned my back to the ladder while Jordan pulled my arms above my head and bound them to one of the rungs above me. I would have loved this had the circumstances been a bit different.
Jordan and Chris suddenly turned their attention to the boy hog-tied to the pallet, who had since stopped calling for his rescue. “Two hours enough, Ian?†asked Jordan with a wry smile.
“Heck yeah, that was intense!†said the newly identified boy with a huge grin. Jordan began to untie him- it took a good ten minutes with all the rope that was used. As the rope was removed it uncovered a pattern of bright red marks that Ian rubbed as his hands were freed. “Geez, I thought you were only going to tie my hands and feet or something,†said Ian.
“We did, and more!†laughed Jordan. He suddenly looked in my direction, and Chris had already rushed toward me. While the attention was on Ian I had managed to climb backward up a couple of the ladder rungs and had begun to untie the rope suspending my arms over my head. Chris grabbed me and roughly tugged me off the ladder with my arms still tightly bound overhead.
“What’s up with you, Hunter? I remember you used to do anything to get tied up. You’re fast, and couldn’t have sucked that bad at cops and robbers. You should have been helping us!†Stupidly, I swung a kick at Chris that only caused me to loose my balance, putting all of my body’s weight on the rope binding my hands. “Oh, dude, that’s it!†growled Chris.
I was both excited and terrified as Jordan walked over with a duffle bag that contained a good dozen lengths of coiled rope. Both of my “friends†went to work on me, tying my elbows to the rung just above my head, then each of my biceps to the rung below. I had forgotten about Ian, but apparently he had chosen to stay and join the fun, because he attached the middle of a thick rope to the rung that ran just in back of my neck. Ian passed opposite ends of this rope over my shoulders, binding my tightly to the ladder as he crisscrossed the ropes over my chest and back. It took this surprisingly adept trio only a few more seconds to get a rope wrapped around my waist and cinched around yet another rung of the ladder. I was totally immobile from the waist up!
Jordan and Chris stood back for a moment to admire their handiwork. My feet were still firmly planted in the leaf-covered forest floor as Chris assigned Ian the task of holding on to my right leg as he tied my left, but not before sliding it many inches toward the edge of the ladder. He quickly tied my ankle, knee, and thigh to different rungs of the ladder. Ian backed away as Chris went for my right leg- it was all that seemed to be bearing my weight. Chris slid it away from my left leg, toward the opposite tree trunk that made up the ladder’s upright posts. He tied up my right ankle, knee, and thigh just has he had before. I should have slid down with both feet slightly off the ground, but the tight bondage held me in place, helpless, against the ladder.
I pulled against the many coils of rope that were wrapped around my limbs and torso, but could only move my head, fingers, and toes! Chris, Jordan, and Ian had backed up a bit, and all were silent, though each had a satisfied grin on his face. I never imagined that someone could feel so helpless and vulnerable. I strained to crane my neck enough to survey what these guys had done to me- It was impossible to hide my excitement.
“Done?†Jordan asked Chris.
“Nope,†Chris said as he knelt toward my bound feet. He removed my trail runners and sweaty socks. I knew what was coming, and bucked with all my might as my smelly socks were jammed into my mouth. Ian volunteered his leather belt to be wrapped around my head, keeping me from spitting out the gag. For over an hour I squirmed as I was tormented and tickled. I loved every second of it, and this was the first of many memorable encounters! I’m so glad that I went running that day.