## Birthday TUG MFF/M

Post by Floristan*2007 » Wed Oct 05, 2011 12:56 am

Hello all. My very first post. Based on a true event but exaggerated to make it more fun!
This episode (as it were) happened a few years ago and involved myself and a boy I used to be good friends with named Jamie. My name is Robert and we were both sixteen.
We didnâ€™t always used to like each other and thinking back it seems odd that we ever developed a friendship. For one thing, we had nothing in common. Jamie was of the athletic variety and Iâ€¦ well I was not. I was of the creative persuasion, playing the piano and trying to get to art school. This bugged me to no end. He was incredibly cocky about his abilities too but, bless him, take away his golf club or his football and he was completely lost, the dullest boy imaginable. Opposites attract I supposes and we gradually started to laugh as we poked fun at each other. It didnâ€™t help that two of my closest friends, who happened to be girls- Emily and Maria, were completely in love with him. They loved his floppy blonde hair and sporty disposition. I suppose it were there persistence in seeing him practise golf in his back garden, meaning they had to be stationed in my garden, that also contributed in us all getting to know each other. The four of us became a tight group after a while. This was complicated, of course, by the fact that the girls still fancied Jamie something rotten.
A few months later it was Mariaâ€™s 17th birthday and she decided to have a sleep over involving the four of us. I suspect it was just an excuse to have Jamie in her bedroom as her parents would never allow her to have a boy over alone. They trusted me however. Jamie showed up late as he had been caught up on the golf course - where else? The â€œpartyâ€ was well underway when he strutted into the girlâ€™s bedroom. He was still kitted in his golf gear but had left had removed his shoes in the hall. As he emptied the pockets of his black combats, spilling golf tees and an assortment of other rubbish everywhere, Maria remarked how filthy he was. True, there was a strong smell of grass when he entered the room. He complained when Maria asked him to change in case he rubbed grass stains into the carpet that he didnâ€™t have anything to wear. He was only at a sleepover after all! To compromise, he sat down on the floor and peeled his white socks off. Looking at them, they were disgusting and dirty on the bottom. The smell of grass, at least I think thatâ€™s what it was, was clearly coming from his feet. Just how long do you have to spend on a golf course to smell of grass anyway? With everyone comfortable, the evening progressed.
We were all sitting in a circle on the floor listening to music, eating pizza and drinking cheap cider that we had managed to acquire. We were laughing and chatting about this and that. Jamie was sitting next to me and I noticed how he kept playing with his feet. He was clearly comfortable being barefoot but he kept running his fingers along his soles and fidgeting with his toes. I told him I thought this was weird.
â€œWhat? Whyâ€™s that weird?â€ he asked.
â€œI donâ€™t knowâ€ I shrugged, â€œI just donâ€™t like feetâ€
This was true, I never went barefoot.
â€œOh really?â€
He was suddenly smirking. Before I knew what hit me, he had pounced on me, knocking me over and had shoved his disgusting feet in my face! The girls were beside themselves laughing as I struggled to push his legs away from me. He was persistent however. I ended up grabbing his left leg. He tried to pull away but before he got loose, I managed to stroke my fingers along his bare sole and under his toes. His whole body jerked and he let out a shriek! Everyone fell silent. I looked at the girls and they, obviously sharing the same idea, smiled back. Before he could scramble away, I had him pinned down on his stomach, his hands behind his back. I wasnâ€™t sporty, but I wasnâ€™t a weakling either.
â€œGet off me!â€ he cried out, â€œLet me go!â€.
He obviously knew what his fate was to be because he was struggling violently. Emily suddenly got an idea.
â€œKeep his hands still!â€
As I kept him pinned down, she crossed over to one of Mariaâ€™s drawers (girls always seem to know where each other keep things) and dug out a fluffy bath robe. She quickly pulled free the long belt and tossed it to me.
â€œTie his hand up, quickly!â€
Gladly, I thought.
â€œNo way, donâ€™t you dare! I swear, I will go home if you do!â€ Jamie desperately cried.
â€œI will just have to tie you up tight thenâ€ I said calmly.
Emily and Maria kept hold of an arm each as a began to loop the cloth belt around his wrists. I made sure that they were crossed over as I wrapped the belt vertically and horizontally and many times as I could before securing it tightly with a double knot. The girls released their grip and delighted in watching him wriggle his shoulders, trying to free his hands. Emily, who was kneeling beside his legs, quietly wriggled her fingers along the soles of both his feet. He let out a shriek as he pulled his legs away.
â€œOkay, thatâ€™s enough! Come on, let me goâ€
â€œTicklish, are we?â€ I said, looming over him. It felt bizarre to have Jamie at my mercy considering how much more athletic he was than me. â€œGet me another belt, pleaseâ€
His eyes widened. â€œWhy?!â€
â€œI donâ€™t have oneâ€ said Maria.
â€œWait!â€ cried Emily. Ever efficient, she crawled up to Jamieâ€™s waist and began to unbuckle his belt. Luckily it was made of some canvas materiel and wasnâ€™t too stiff. He was helpless as she tugged it free from the belt loops.
â€œExcellent!â€ I took the belt and headed towards his legs. He pulled his knees up to his chest, obviously anticipating what I was about to do, but this just brought his ankles together and helped me secure them. I quickly wrapped the belt around his ankles, doing my best to make sure it covered his combat trousers so as not to burn his skin. Unfortunately he was wearing a polo shirt so too bad for his wrists. I wrapped the belt around his ankles twice and then securely buckled it. He kicked his legs, but his feet remained clamped together. Good! Despite my distaste for them, I grabbed his ankles, locking them under my arm and exposing his bare feet, then delighted in mercilessly tickling his toes, slowly running my fingers along the sides of his feet, tracing the lines along his soles with my nails and anything else I could think of that was sure to tickle him as the girls lay laughing on the floor.
He was kicking and thrashing, laughing loudly, perhaps a little too loudly as the door suddenly opened and Mariaâ€™s father stood over us.
â€œLet him go, now!â€ He ordered. â€œHeâ€™s screaming the entire house down! Donâ€˜t make me come up again!â€
With that, he turned and slammed the door shut.
Jamie Struggled to sit up, breathlessly saying â€œGoodâ€¦. Now let me goâ€¦. You heard himâ€¦.â€
The girls were looking disappointed.
â€œHmmmâ€¦..what a shameâ€ I lamented. â€œWe were having such funâ€.
â€œUntie meâ€¦.let me goâ€¦. Now!â€
â€œYup, you were rather loud, werenâ€™t youâ€.
I crossed the room and scooped up his discarded socks. â€œLetâ€™s see what we can do about thatâ€¦.â€
The girls watched with baited breath. I rolled one of the socks up into a tight ball and ordered him to open up. He didnâ€™t cooperate. Even when I pinched his nose, his mouth remained firmly shut.
â€œVery well then. Emily, if you wouldâ€¦â€
Emily knew right away what I meant. She reached over and began to scribble her fingers along across his bound feet. His mouth flew open as he attempted to laugh out loud. Before any sound escaped, I shoved his disgusting sock into his mouth, quickly silencing him.
â€œMmmmmphhh!â€
There was something satisfying about that noise. Before he could spit his sock out, I stretched out his other sock and tied it around his mouth, effectively gagging him.
â€œAt least I used you own socksâ€ I told him. He took little comfort in this and simply glared at me.
The three of us stood up and towered over our â€œprisonerâ€. There was something hilarious about seeing Jamie tied up hand and foot and gagged. We couldnâ€™t hold back the laugher. We didnâ€™t want this to be too traumatizing for him so we decided to tickle him only once more. We lay him straight out on his stomach. Maria went up beside his head and began to lightly scratch his neck. He tried to shrink away, pulling his shoulders up and wriggling furiously. Then Emily sat on his back and began to dig her fingers into his sides and I resumed tickling his bare feet - the very same feet that he had slapped in my face earlier that evening. As he stretched out his toes, I grabbed them one by one, reciting â€œthis little piggyâ€ as I did so - much to everyoneâ€™s amusement. The payback was good!
After a minute we stopped and left him to catch his breath. He was obviously worn out. His floppy hair was damp and he was breathing heavily through his nose, still glowering at us.
We once again stood over him. Of course I was perfectly aware that Maria was in love with him. Emily too. I can only imagine what was going through their minds having the boy they both desired tied up in front of them. Before reaching down to untie Jamie, I smiled at Maria.
â€œHappy Birthdayâ€ I remarked. â€œIf I slap a bow on it, consider this your present!â€

### Re: Birthday TUG MFF/M

Post by lonewolfandfriends » Wed Oct 05, 2011 5:50 am

Mind writing more?
Oh and welcome aboard

### Re: Birthday TUG MFF/M

Post by xtc » Wed Oct 05, 2011 10:41 am

Welcome. A well written and very entertaining story. Are there any more? If not yet, I hope there will be eventually. Take your time and, when you're ready, . . . .
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Birthday TUG MFF/M

Post by Floristan*2007 » Wed Oct 05, 2011 11:55 pm

Hello, thanks so much for your kind words. Very encouraging! Yes, I do have a few other true stories I hope to share soon.