## Tricked (FF/M)

Post by puddy » Thu Mar 31, 2016 5:11 pm

I wrote a story that came into my head, it's made up but I wish it had happened. First of 3 parts, I think.
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I was in college and a pretty good student, but a little shy and not the best at socializing. So it was a surprise when two of the girls from a few floors above me showed up at my door uninvited. I knew both of them, we'd had some conversations and I'd even had a class with one of them, a short-haired brunette named Callie. Her friend, Kiki, was Chinese. Both of them were attractive, so I wasn't upset that they were interrupting my studies.
“Hey, um, David,” Callie said to me. She was nervous about something but I didn't know what at first. “Could we, uh, come in?”
I said sure and they came in, and we closed the door. My roommate was gone and would be for a while, he busied himself around campus on one thing or another. I didn't know if he'd be back soon or not, but it was unlikely.
“So, we girls are doing a fun little scavenger hunt,” said Kiki. “And we were thinking you could help.”
“Okay, sure,” I said. “What do you need from me?”
Callie handed me their sheet. “We need you do help us with number 26.” I looked at it. 'Tie up a boy'. I went red. “I know, I know...” said Callie. “But, you can trust us, and anyway some guys are really macho and all that and wouldn't agree to it, but I think you would.”
Did she not think me macho? I guess not, and anyway she had me nailed. I had wanted to be tied up by a girl for a while. Self-bondage only got so far. And now here were two of them. I wondered how she guessed me so correctly, but not for long. Trying to look as non-chalant as possible, I shrugged. “Sure, I can handle it.” I was hoping I could also handle not generating an erection during it.
“Awesome,” said Kiki. She reached into her backpack and pulled out some rope and duct tape. “We're prepared.” There seemed to be an awful amount of rope and tape. Callie saw me eyeing it eagerly, but mistook my look for one of apprehension.
“We need style points,” she explained. The gist was that this particular scavenger hunt had put special importance on number 26, and simply tying someone's hands in front of them and calling it a day was essentially like earning a passing grade on a test, but nothing else. To get a 4.0, they would have to get creative.
“Oh,” I said, trying to keep my voice level. “Well, what are you going to do?”
“So, we were thinking we tie your hands and feet, and put some duct tape over your mouth,” said Callie. “You know, make it look like a kidnapping.”
“That's not bad,” I said. “But I don't think that will be enough, do you? What if someone goes really over the top?”
“Well, we wouldn't want to ask too much,” she replied.
I decided to take a chance. “It's no trouble. Look, if you're going to tie me up, at least do it up spectacularly.” I told them to tie my hands behind my back, and then tie my feet and bring them up to my hands while I laid on my stomach, a tight hogtie. Then add the gag and a blindfold. I wanted to suggest more, but thought that would be far enough.
Both girls enthusiastically agreed. And so thus I suggested my own method of capture.
I was wearing a hoodie, but shrugged it off because it would just be in the way. I was left with a t-shirt and jeans. My hands were the first part of me to be tied, and I quickly discovered that the ropes put in place by Callie were surprisingly snug. She even pulled the ends of the rope over the rope wound around my wrists between them, ensuring the tightness of the bond. “Are you good at this?” I said. I felt nervous for the first time, because I guess I didn't realize it would be so real.
“Sorry, but it has to look real, right?” she said. I agreed. “I was in the Scouts, you know,” she said. “I can tie a knot.” There was a gleam in her eye. I suspected there was more to it, but said nothing.
When my hands were done, I tested the rope briefly, and was assured that if I needed to get out, I would either need a lot of time or some help. Callie didn't give me much time to really feel the true extent of my bondage, though, saying, “Okay, now your feet.”
I was helped from my sitting position to one lying on my stomach on my bed. While Callie sat at my bare feet and expertly tied my ankles the same way as my wrists, Kiki was on the other side of me, by my head, watching Callie, apparently fascinated. I felt the ropes tighten, then tighten some more, and finally tighten the last time as Callie gave the final cinches.
“Will he be able to get out?” asked Kiki, which I thought was an odd question.
“No,” said Callie. She looked at me. “But don't worry, of course we will release you.” Of course, she failed to mention when, exactly, she would do that.
But that was in the future. In the moment, I was enjoying my bondage. I was well and truly stuck. While Callie got another rope, I felt for the knot that kept my wrists bound, and realized that it was safely tucked where my fingers could barely just not reach. Now I realized that escape would be almost impossible, but of course I wasn't worried. I wasn't supposed to escape, I was just supposed to be tied up for a bit. I did, fleetingly, wonder why the knot had to be so well-positioned. It would hardly be noticeable in the picture they would be taking.

### Re: Tricked (FF/M)

Post by Brashiel » Thu Mar 31, 2016 11:23 pm

Good start to this story. Looking forward to the next part.

### Re: Tricked (FF/M)

Post by canuck100 » Fri Apr 01, 2016 3:03 am

Great idea for a story. Love it so far!

### Re: Tricked (FF/M)

Post by xtc » Fri Apr 01, 2016 4:36 am

A good start. Thanks for posting.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Tricked (FF/M)

Post by Jason Toddman » Fri Apr 01, 2016 7:05 am

Interesting story. I had a similar experience a few times in college myself, only my room-mate was the one who tied me most often and was usually present when anyone else did it to ensure my safety. Each time those who tied me were perfectly aware that I was a willing tie-up toy. They were also, for better or worse, uniformly male as the dorm i lived in at the time was segregated by gender. However, unlike my room-mate (whom i'd known since before beginning high school) they generally weren't very good at it. but it was still fun.
Except for the one time some idiot brought a tarantula in a jar and tried to put it on my bound body! The resulting panic attack caused me to burst free of a tie-up by main strength! One of only two times I really even tried (the other being a self-tie by handcuffs that went awry).
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Tricked (FF/M)

Post by puddy » Fri Apr 01, 2016 6:06 pm

Here's Part 2
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“Let's get him into the hogtie!” said Kiki. She was quite enjoying this.
“It's coming, it's coming,” said Callie. “Here,” she handed Kiki the roll of duct tape. “Go ahead and tape his mouth.”
She looked thrilled to be included. Callie pulled my ankles up at the knee, and now my feet hung in the air over my butt. She looped rope over the bonds holding my wrists and ankles, then ratcheted the rope so the hogtie was pretty tight. Nothing I couldn't handle, but I couldn't move a lot. Meanwhile, Kiki was tearing off some pretty good sized strips of tape. I noticed it was some heavy duty stuff, and very sticky.
“Any last words?” Kiki cooed, holding the first piece of tape over my mouth.
“Uh, please be nice when you rip this tape off.” Bad last words, I admit. She laughed and slapped the tape over my lips. More tape reinforced this first piece, all of them unnecessarily extending ear to ear, the whole jaw from the edge of my chin to my nose covered in silver duct tape. I could mumble and make muffled sounds but couldn't form any words.
Meanwhile, Callie had finished the ropework needed to secure my hogtie. Kiki reached into the bag and pulled out a sleeping mask, designed to shut out all light. I realized that they had brought it anticipating my consent, but was no longer able to ask. Kiki put the mask on, blocking my sight. Then I felt little pieces of tape being placed to both hold the mask over my eyes, and even block any light that might get in from the top or bottom of the mask. I was in total darkness.
So now these two girls had me helpless as a lamb. I couldn't talk. I couldn't see. I could barely move, except to roll from side to side. Callie told me to stop, as she wanted to take pictures. I, in no position to argue, complied, and laid there like a good boy.
I heard the camera take several pictures, more than strictly necessary. Then there was silence. No move appeared to be made to untie me, once the pictures were done. I struggled a bit, made some noise. “Shh,” said Callie. “Hold on.”
Finally, after what seemed like forever but was actually probably only ten minutes, she said, “Oh, congratulations, David! You are the winner, your idea was great. We have the best tied up victim.”
“No doubt,” said Kiki.
“Ggrrrrwww,” I said, intending to say “Great.”
I felt Callie come over to me. “Okay, so here's what's going to happen. We're going to bring you to the rest of the girls. They want to see our great handiwork! Kiki went to steal a cart from the janitors, we'll load you up and bring you to our floor.” I struggled and expressed displeasure as best I could from my gag. Callie leaned in to my ear, “You doth protest too much, David.” She was whispering to me, calming me. She was so close to my ear I could feel the heat from her breath. “I know you like this. You have always wanted to be tied up, right?”
I was frozen. How did she know? I'd never said a word to anyone, so afraid I was of being made fun of. I'd been careful to never be caught looking at anything on the Internet. She was ready to explain.
“You remember the last party we had? You came, you got very drunk on those shots. You told me some things. You told me how much you wished someone, anyone would tie you up.” I was quiet. I didn't remember that, but then I didn't remember hardly anything from that party. “Obviously, you were much too drunk to tie up then, but I've been thinking about it since, and came up with this excuse to do it. What do you think?”
I realized that the whole thing had been a set-up from the beginning. A con, one that I was all too happy to go along with. She was right, I did want to be tied up, so much so I was willing to let two girls I didn't know all that well hogtie me and gag me with precision excellency. There was no scavenger hunt, no “other guys tied up”. It was just me, and they had their prize. And the worst part? I was enjoying this, in a way. I was helpless, being kidnapped, it was my fantasies come true. But it was a little frightening as well. Perhaps those pictures would mean I could never run for office.
“So,” Callie continued, “just relax, and have fun.” I felt her poke my ribcage, it was moderately ticklish and I flinched. She investigated my body, waiting for Kiki, finding my weak points (my stomach, the soles of my feet) and my semi-sensitive areas (sides, neck). “Ticklish boys are fun,” she said.

### Re: Tricked (FF/M)

Post by puddy » Fri Apr 01, 2016 6:07 pm

And here's Part 3!
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Finally, I heard the sound of wheels in need of greasing and Kiki's triumphant return. “Found one! Let's load him up! I hope you've finally told him.”
“I have,” said Callie. It was so weird hearing disembodied voices talking about me, and me unable to participate. I was like an object, really.
With some effort, they managed to get me onto the cart. I felt more ropes tie my torso at the shoulders and hips to the cart. I guess the security was nice, but now I felt even more immobilized. Finally, I heard Callie whisper, “Talk to you later.” Before I knew it, they had lowered a set of noise-canceling headphones onto my ears. Already having lost my ability to talk and see, I was now unable to hear. All I had left was smell (the cart smelled funny) and touch (mainly reduced to other people touching me).
It was a bizarre trip to the girl's floor. I had absolutely no idea where I was, who was watched, what they might be saying. I felt oddly flustered about being barefoot, my feet hanging up in the air to draw attention. But these girls currently so thoroughly owned me, were in such control, that there wasn't anything I could do. I wondered how many pictures were being taken, and then I felt a lurch when the elevator went up, because I didn't know we had gotten into the elevator. I acutely felt the bumps, though, when the cart went over them, even what probably seemed like flat surface had little imperfections, that my now heightened sense of equilibrium felt with each dip and bump.
Finally, the cart stopped. The headphones weren't removed yet. I felt fingers, lots of them, probing my ribs, the soles of my feet, and I laughed. The only sound I could in fact hear was any I made, so my laughter rang out in my head amidst an otherwise empty void.
Once the tickling stopped, and I was allowed to catch my breath (tough when you can only breathe through your nose), the headphones were removed. “We're almost done, David,” Callie said. “And, hey, Allison thinks you look great like this. Fran is less sure, but she thinks it's funny.”
I heard Allison for the first time. “We're going to write on your feet. Don't worry, nothing stupid like a penis or anything like that. Just need to honor your captor.” I felt a Sharpie start at the bottom of my right sole, and I tried to make out what was being written, but it tickled too much. They were holding my feet in place to prevent my wiggling from ruining things. Then the process repeated on the left.
“There we go,” said Callie. A pair of lips was pressed onto each of my cheeks. I later learned from the pictures that this was Callie and Kiki, and their names were what had been written on my feet, celebrating their capture.
“All right,” said Callie. “Time to untie him, I think. It's been a long time.” That was true. My arms were tired, and my feet and hands probably needed to be untied. Four sets of hands worked to free me, although their rough handling on my duct tape gag and blindfold was sort of painful. Finally, I was completely untied, and felt blood rushing back to my poor hands and feet. I felt exhausted and stiff, and couldn't really move.
“Poor guy,” said Kiki, feeling only a tinge of regret. I felt ridiculous as all four girls took a limb and massaged life back into it as I lay on the bed, trying to get my eyes to readjust to light.
Finally, I was more or less recovered. Callie offered to walk me back, grabbing my hand and pulling me down the hall. “I'm sorry, I think maybe it went a little too far,” she said.
“Uh, I mean, maybe a little. I kind of wished you'd just said you wanted to tie me up, instead of tricking me.”
“I know, that was wrong. I just didn't want to admit it outright. And then the other girls said we should do this, and, well, it snowballed.”
“Anyway, I did enjoy being tied up.”
She grinned. “I know. I saw you poking that cart when we put you on it.” I blushed. “I hope I'll get to tie you up again, maybe something a little less strenuous...”
“That could happen,” I said. “Anytime.”
And so Callie spent a large part of the remaining semester tying me up. Some of the pictures of me from the first time did end up all over the dorm, but oh well. Anything to help someone win a scavenger hunt, fake or not.

### Re: Tricked (FF/M)

Post by xtc » Sat Apr 02, 2016 6:01 am

Nicely told.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Tricked (FF/M)

Post by Brashiel » Tue Apr 05, 2016 8:00 pm

Great story!