20 - Bryan Bound and Simon's Turn (m/m)

Postby canuck100 » Tue Oct 06, 2015 11:38 am

This is a repost of a story originally published by Silent Simon in October 2003

Bryan Bound

My friend Bryan moved into a house on our block the summer before I turned ten, and from the day we met, we were the best of friends. In fact, from then on through most of our college years we were practically inseparable. Maybe it was just kindred spirits, but we developed some strong ties to each other (if you’ll forgive the pun). And speaking of ties, I thought you might like to hear about how we both discovered the other’s love of the tie-up game.

School was just about to start, and one Thursday night, my parents let me have Bryan over for a sleep-over. Tying him up wasn’t exactly on my mind, nor was being tied up by him in return, but what did I know? I was only nine. Bryan came over around dinner time and we ate, then hurried up to my room where my parents had let me set up the family Atari (I’m dating myself again) for me and my friend to entertain ourselves with. We loved those old games like Asteroids and Pitfall, and we played them for a long time. That particular night, my parents didn’t even give me a curfew, but after a few hours of Atari, we were bored and ready for something else.

Somehow, we got onto the idea of “pliking”—you know, “You plike you’re a cop, and I’ll plike I’m a robber, and we’ll…” And that’s about exactly how it happened, and the set up was basically his idea. Bryan said, “Okay, I’ll be a guard at this gold vault, and you’ll be this spy trying to steal all the gold.”

“And then what?” I asked innocently, having played similar games with my brother and his friends and wondering exactly where Bryan wanted this to go.

“Well, I don’t know.” He looked around. “You got anything to tie me up with?”

My heart began to race in my chest and I nodded.

“Okay, well, you can tie me up, and then I’ll see if I can get loose and catch you before you get all the gold.”

So that was how we did it. He went out in the hallway to wait while I got ready. All I had was a couple of pieces of rope and a bandanna, but I grabbed them quickly from under my bed and stuck them in my pocket, then waited for him to come in. The door opened, and I grabbed him. I clamped my hand over his mouth from behind and grabbed one of his wrists with my other hand, pulling his arm behind his back. He made a surprised, “Ummmppphhh!” into my hand and put up a slight struggle, but an instant later, I had pulled him down to the floor and was pulling his hands behind his back to tie them. It wasn’t really a very good job at tying because I was so excited about the prospect of being the tier instead of the tie. Usually, I was the victim in the hands of my brother Tim and his friends. Anyway, I managed to cross his wrists and tie them fairly tightly, then I moved down and tied his feet together. To my surprise, he looked back over his shoulder and said, “Now you have to keep me quiet.”

I obliged by pulling out the bandanna and rolling it into a narrow band. I slipped it between his teeth and tied it tightly at the back of his head, then said, “Okay, now you have to escape.”

Simon's Turn

I sat on the edge of my bed, watching intently as Bryan struggled to free himself from the bonds I had put him in. It was a simple tie really, just his hands behind his back, his feet tied together at the ankles, and a rolled up bandanna bound around his mouth. From experience, I knew that he could communicate rather clearly through the gag, but he clenched his teeth around it, grunting for effect while he twisted his arms and wiggled his feet. I saw one hand come free an instant before a look of triumph lit up his eyes. He whipped his hands around in front and finished taking the rope off, then he reached to untie his feet. Finally, he slipped the bandanna from his mouth and looked up at me. “Not bad, but I bet you could do better.”

“Want me to try again?”

He grinned as he stood up and said, “Only if you can escape mine. Lay down.” I did as I was told, flopping over on my stomach and placing my hands dutifully behind my back. He wasted no time tying them together, and it didn’t take me much longer than that to realize that he was serious about this tying up business. He was very good with the ropes. He knotted the rope off, then passed it through one of my belt loops, securing my hands down against my backside before tying it off again. A moment later he had my feet tied as well.

“Ready to start?” he asked me.

“I guess.” I hesitated and looked back over my shoulder at him. “Aren’t you going to gag me?”

He smiled. “Sure, Simon. I just wanted to give you one last chance to talk, because you won’t be doing much talking when I’m through with you. Got any more of these?” He held up the bandanna.

I shook my head in reply, knowing that he probably wanted to stuff my mouth and then bind it. He looked around and finally went over to my drawers, opening the top one where I kept my socks. “Oh, this will do then.” He pulled out a pair of white gym socks and unfolding them, stretching them between his fists. “Do you mind?”

“Mind what?”

“If I use your socks?”

“No, go ahead.” And he did. He wadded up the bandanna I had used to gag him and brought it up against my lips. I tried to turn my head, just for fun, but he followed me, forcing my head back, and my jaw dropped. He forced the bandanna into my mouth, cramming it deep into my throat before he yanked a sock between my lips and tied it tight. The other sock he placed over my eyes as a blindfold, then he stepped back.

“Well, get out of that…if you can. I’ve got to go to the bathroom.”

I grunted in protest, then heard the door click shut as he left me to struggle.

Silent Simon