Jake looked up with a shocked face, "dude! you weren't kidding!"
"Nope, told ya I had ropes." i replied with a smug grin. He took the noose, which has only landed sideways cocked over his head, covering one ear, off his head and took the thick cotton rope from me. "c'mon!" he said
"alright ill go this way you go that way" I instucted, grabbing the chords from my pocket and sneaking up from the opposite side as Jake. we both popped up and threw the ropes over him and quickly started to tie them, pinning his arms to his torso.
"really guys? we're gonna do this?" he said once the initial shock and struggle calmed down. "can't you at least tie me to a chair!?" happy to oblige, we pushed our poorly bound prisoner over to one of the simple metal chairs in the art room, and i removed the chords from around his arms. Jake rewraped the thick cotton rope around his arms and torso more tightly, and I went to work on his ankles. I lifted his legs and placed them on the table, putting him in a reclined position.
"comfy?" I asked, grinning.
"your not gonna tie my legs too, are you?" he asked, incredulous. at this point (ironically) our friend Sky, a girl well known for her affinity for boy feet, walked over and said:
"what the hell are you doing to him?" which got everyone's attention and soon we were surrounded by the crowd of art club kids. (all our friends) "and notice how I'm not even resisting!" Soda exclaimed.
"just having a little fun!" i said and grinned. at this point people started saying things like "hogtie him!" and "hang him upside down!" i was getting very excited.

this was basically a free pass to live out my fantasies and be able to say "hey, it wasn't my idea!" if someone got suspicious. I started to work on tying his ankles, first wrapping the chord around his legs, not too tight, and then taking another chord, and wrapping it perpendicularly around the first, between his feet, forming rope cuffs, and struggling to do so around his bulky running shoes. I took them off, with much protest from Soda, revealing the perfect skinny, long male feet underneath, with perfect heels and big tickle-ready toes. as I pulled off the second shoe, with him trying to bend his foot to prevent me, I could feel the heat and moisture coming off the other foot. he was wearing gray and black sport ankle socks, which nearly matched his shoes in color scheme. they where thick, soft cotton and had print on the bottom though i don't remember what it said. they had an arch support band in them, showing off the perfect figure of his arches, and where generally very clean. I could smell a light, clean odor off them, smelling of detergent.
I handed the gray and black New balance running shoes to Sky, who said, "What is it my birthday!?" with excitement. Jake had just amateurishly wrapped his torso in rope, and had not even tied it yet, so i took the rope from him, and leaving it tightly wrapped around his torso and arms (at the elbow), I took the slack and made rope cuffs with that as well, effectively tying his hands together as well and tying them down to his waist and securing his arms. I stepped back to admire my work and let everyone see. Soda was sitting there, assessing his own predicament and struggling his well bound hands. he was wearing a black t-shirt, a thin navy blue hoody with a white zipper and drawstrings, dark blue jeans and blue, patterned boxers hanging out slightly in the back.
He had never been actually secured to the chair like we had planned, and I was now out of rope. Soda jumped up suddenly, and started to hop in place, testing the bonds on his ankles. he stood still for a second, wriggling his arms to no avail. Jake walked over to him.
"we don't have anything to gag or blindfold him with?" Jake asked. I just could not believe this! it was like anything that I thought of, but wouldn't say, someone else immediately proposed!
"hell no! get the F- out!" soda protested. Jake started to spin him around, with him trying desperately to balance on two tied together feet while being spun around and around. "shut up soda! you're my pet now, you don't get a say."
"we could use his hood." I suggested. Jake stopped the dizzy boy and pulled his hood up over his head and then pulled it down over his eyes. he grabbed the drawstring and tightened it, effectively blinding the poor boy. "no please don't tie that!" soda pleaded. Jake left it alone, turning to me to say something.
Just when I was thinking how likely it was that Jake was a secret tug-er, soda regained his balance and started to hop away. I caught him, picked him up(he weighed like 90lbs seriously) like a rag-doll, and put him down on one of the large art tables. "hog tie him!" someone(I think it was steph)shouted again, and i replied "that's what I'm doing!"
"Hell no!"soda yelled again, and started to repeatedly kick(more like push) me with his legs, which i was already holding on to. I held on to his skinny legs while he pushed me back and forth four or five times, and finally decided to let go. Considering I probably weighed about 150lbs more than him, he had powerful legs, despite the fact I could put my hand literally around one of them. probably from running track.
Soda started to hop all around the room, either around bystanders or away from those who decided to pursue him. people were laughing and calling him an "adorable bunny rabbit" sky took the opportunity to hide his shoes in the cabinet, making a "shoosh" motion at me, and ridiculous fake sneaking motions. I laughed.
when I was just behind Soda, who was tiring out from being chased, and unable to either wiggle out of or untie his bonds, Steph jumped out in front of him and said "you're not going anywhere!" and he stopped long enough for me to grab him and put him up on another table.
"tickle him!" steph shouted and started to attack his sides, eliciting a few squirms and giggles from him.
"you're in trouble now!" I warned him, picking up his flailing feet and holding a up a hand of wiggling fingers.
"no, no! not my feet please!" he pleaded, the concern in his eyes genuine, but a smile upon his lips."
"too late!" I said, and began to vigorously scrub his socked (still moist) soles. I held tightly to his ankles while he FREAKED OUT, kicking and laughing and yelling and squirming his body back and forth, i was in a better position this time, and he was already tired out, so he barely pushed me back and forth this time, mostly only accomplishing sliding himself up and down the waxed table with his effort.
"YAY! TICKLE TORTURE! XD" steph screamed, and joined in on the merciless assault by tickling his other foot briefly, and then moving on to his legs and knees.
It was then that a red faced Mr. Shears walked in and yelled, could you please be doing what your supposed to be instead of screaming and fooling around... and tying up your friends!" he said noticing us and throwing his arms into the air. "hazing is not tolerated in this school young man(sexist, completely ignoring steph's involvement)! untie him right now!" he walked over to us. I began to hurriedly untie Soda, who took a few relieved breaths. "what were you numb-skulls thinking?, come to my office now!" Mr. shears was young, but he had the attitude of a crotchety old teacher.
"Its OK! they weren't bullying me!" Soda defended us. Mr shears put up his hand as if to silence him. "it was partially my idea, really Mr. shears its not their fault."
"fine. but be QUIET and no more stupid pranks you could get seriously hurt y'know!" Mr. shears gave up and returned to his "important phone calls"
"thanks" I said as I untied the skinny 14 year old.
"no prob. this is actually the most fun I've had at school, ever. do you guys do this every week?.... well not THIS" he said holding up his bound wrists, "but this, art club, y'know" I said we did, and he said he was going to start coming every week. he asked us both for our names, and after we told him i said:
"you're sure your ok? i didn't mean to hurt you or anything."
"nah, you didn't. i Had fun lol. besides, I'm most ticklish in my armpits so that wasn't bad! XD" he replied. I had been careful. I used soft cotton ropes and i only tied him over his clothes, and not too tight but secure. I plan to become good friends with Soda, I'm hoping this situation will repeat itself one day.
he left before the rest of us, and as we were cleaning up, my friend Emily said " i feel bad for the poor guy, he's just a cute little freshmen, that was mean."
"he said he had fun" I defended my self "and we were careful not to hurt him."
"yea but still" Emily had an accusing expression on her face. Steph piped up"
"he seemed to enjoy himself, and he even said so. maybe he has a thing for bondage or something! you don't know!" which seemed to shut Emily up. I am sorta clinging to the hope that i may find more opportunities to play tugs with friends. Steph seemed to enjoy having Soda to tickle torture as much as i did, and brought up that john may have a bondage fetish later, which makes me think she may have one, Jake seemed a little too into it as well, though he obviously had not done it often by his lack of tying skill, and two guys im friends with named Josh and Chris seem to enjoy having their feet tickled (from past experiences hanging out with them) and are both openly gay, so we will see what happens. I could not go to art club last Thursday, but I'm crossing my fingers that something will happen when I go tomorrow!
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I am not gay, but enjoy engaging in TUGs with other males, and am aroused if tied up by a female, though I don't like to see girls tied up. I always struggled with these feelings, as well as a strange foot fetish ever since i was 6 or 7, and never understood them and thought I was a freak, until I discovered a similar site to this one , while searching for non-vulgar tied up images or stories online, about 3 years ago. I am glad to know there are others out there with a similar fascination, and I would like to thank the creators of such online communities for helping me to realize that.