Postby asdf2e » Mon Dec 13, 2010 6:39 pm
One Fun TUG Weekend -- Chapter 3 (mmm/mm)
Ryan and Justin had been coerced into bondage feats since six o’clock. Now it was past one in the morning at the start of the most intense challenge. They rolled into each other like jammed logs on a riverbank. The teenage mummies neatly bound by miles of duct tape. Only their bare feet were spared of the body taping.
What went through their minds? Exhausted, frustrated and humiliated were among many emotions. Ryan loved the sensation of being restricted and put to a test, but not this intensely. In the back of their minds, they were terrified by the thought of being doused with itching powder. They had to succeed at any cost with one exception. Ryan didn’t dare consider having a friend reach into his crotch to pull out the scissors. Off the table! For now…
Ryan whimpered meekly under his gag. He didn’t mind tasting dirty socks in his mouth. He hated having to take breaths through his nostrils. The more he drew in air, the more it forced him to inhale the warm, stinky cup taped over his nose. Hearing his displeasure, Justin put his mouth to Ryan's face to find the source. "Chill bro, keep your head still, I’ll help you man," he promised Ryan. Justin awkwardly pulled on the outer tape that secured the nasty cup.
"Justy helping his BFF, ahhhhhh!" teased Chase.
Their devilish tormentors kicked it on a nearby couch to watch the fun. They turned on ESPN in the background and drank more beer.
Meanwhile Justin focused on helping his friend. Some of the tape was compromised at last. It wasn't easy being blindfolded. "My bad," he said bumping into Ryan's head. Anytime he gripped the cup with his teeth, he got his own taste of how smelly that thing was. After a few minutes, Ryan remained gagged but finally free of the grody "air mask."
Back on the couch, the boys found a Tivo'ed UFC fight and got more comfortable. Jimmy and Chase progressively got annoyed with Brody however. He was wasted and annoying them with belches in their face.
"Dude that cup is worse than a Dutch oven. Jimmy has one disgusting nut sack," Justin repealed. He started breaking Ryan's tape gag with his teeth. Ryan looked at a nearby clock and saw five minutes already passed! There was little time. He could the gag for fifteen more minutes, but not that itching powder later. Useless to tell Justin, he shook his head and moaned. He buckled against Justin's body. He wanted to tell him to work on his left hand. He couldn't. How could he translate what he saw? "My bad, my bad… you're right. Let's just try to work ourselves free I guess," replied Justin.
"Mmmm uhmmm mmm hum!" Ryan grunted. He was so mad at Justin for not figuring out that he should use his teeth to work on Ryan's hand.
"Ryan being a hater?" laughed Jimmy from across the room at Justin.
Justin ignored the taunts. He wasted another precious two minutes on himself while Ryan hopelessly tried to redirect his efforts. He bucked and bumped against Justin's body.
"Legit, Jimmy," praised Chase. "They don't have a clue what to do!"
Finally Ryan couldn't take the stupidity longer. He let out a continuous grunt and strongly shoved up against Justin a last time to get his attention.
"Hardcore," Jimmy and Chase smiled. They lost interest in the UFC match to watch their brave victims. Meanwhile Brody was being a dumb ass. Drunk and pissed off they were distracted from the fight. His boy Kendall Grove was sparring. Clumsily Brody tried to dog pile his buds, accidently pulling Chase’s hair. “You ho’s! <Burp>†he slurred.
"Let's just get his drunk ass in the chair," Chase frowned. Although Brody was a tough dude, he was too far-gone to stop them. Jimmy and Chase handedly did light rope work and tied him to a chair. They ceremoniously gagged their pal with one simple application of a bandana. Nothing fancy like the younger boys endured. They gave him the remote to DirecTV and said, "Their big guy." Brody didn't seem bothered left bound and gagged. He watched his UFC fight, hiccupping through the bandana.
Back to the helpless mummies…
After a few more awkward minutes, Jimmy finally got the hint, working with Ryan as a team effort. He told him to grunt once for yes, two for no, when he asked a question. "Mmmm!" a relieved Ryan confirmed.
However Ryan was faced with a dilemma. They had less than eight minutes. Working his hand free with Justin's choppers assisting would probably not give enough time. That left the option he swore he'd avoid. The scissors.
They were well fortified down his crotch. The only way to get them was for Justin to reach inside and take them! The thought of his best friend digging down past his sweaty balls was impossible to imagine.
"Is there something you see that we could use?" "Mmmm!" Ryan signaled as a yes. "Uhh huh…. can I reach it??" "Mmmmmm!"
"Man, off the hook! No way Justin will go there!" an excited Chase watched by Jimmy's side. "Twenty bucks says he will," Jimmy challenged. Chase replied, "You're on!"
Justin narrowed it down to something attached to Ryan. By now though, Ryan saw a mere three minutes left! It would be useless. He was ready to give in and spare himself the unnecessary humiliating ordeal of being fondled while the other guys would just ridicule him.
However Jimmy stepped in, telling them, "Okay! Ha hah. This is too good. We're giving you an extra ten minutes! Its tool time!"
Oblivious to the precise location, a blindfolded Justin eagerly replied, "Tight! Thank you!" Ryan was just bracing himself now, the poor kid.
Justin shimmied his body positioning perpendicular to Ryan. He lifted his head and inched up Ryan’s body until his face planted top of his chest. "Ugh, on your front side somewhere I hope?" Justin panted. "Mmmm!" Ryan grunted yes. "Lower?" -- "Mmmm!" Ryan grunted. Justin strolled his chin downward stopping at the stomach. Unfortunate for Ryan, this body contact was getting him hard once more. "Lower still?" quizzed Justin. Ryan hesitated a moment, swallowed his pride and let out the familiar single grunt. Here it goes.
Justin continued downward, brushing over Ryan's crotch, encountering his sweaty underwear beneath the torn opening. He pretended to ignore the obvious boner. It happens. He continued on. “Mmmm! Mmmm!" Ryan indicated no. "Oh man! Really? Stop here?" Justin gasped. "Mmmm!" poor Ryan affirmed.
Jimmy and Chase were fixated. "Will he go for the key to their freedom or is it gonna be the itching powder? Moment of truth," Jimmy called out like a sports broadcaster.
Justin rested his chin just below Ryan's bulge. He pressed down gently and felt the solid surface of the scissor handles. "This is wacked! Down here? Letting out his last affirmative grunt, Ryan dropped his head to the floor. It was out of his hands now. Justin reluctantly surveyed how to get inside and the obvious route was through the cutout. This required going past Ryan's crotch.
“Sorry… I got to do it!†Justin sheepishly told his friend. Ryan responded “ok†with a muffled sound. They were going for the shortcut. Happily Justin realized he didn’t have to bury his face down there. He could use his left hand to do the job. It was left with enough mobility. Justin moved to Ryan’s side, rolled over and lapsed his body partially over Ryan. As he was pressing against him, Ryan could feel Justin excited too! Thank god he wasn’t the only weirdo.
“Fork it over chump,†Jimmy smiled as Chase handed him twenty dollars.
The first moment he reached in awkwardly with his hand, Ryan jerked from the sensation of his fingers touching his privates. He made some remarks of disgust but kept reaching. It was stimulating Ryan as well as Justin. He moaned with his head back collapsed back and let the ordeal progress. Justin could not prevent indirectly fondling Ryan as he reached under the briefs and pushed past his nuts! It was difficult to get a firm grip for a couple of embarrassing reasons.
“How’s the ball butter, Justin? Making things… uh… hard?†roared Jimmy as he bumped fists with Chase.
After an agonizing four minutes of slip-ups and uncomfortable contact, Justin grabbed the scissors and triumphantly removed them. The boys sighed, collapsing side by side as sweat poured down their blushing faces. But, Ryan saw it was already 1:40AM! No more time!
Jimmy and Chase, beaming with satisfaction stood directly over their humiliated victims. “Tsk, tsk. Ha hah. You failed to beat the clock!!†Jimmy snickered.
“You know what that means boys!†Chase followed up showing Ryan the infamous bottle of itching powder.
“Mmmmhhh uhmmm! Mmmm uhmmm…†Ryan pleaded, with big watery eyes. “Fuck you guys! Don’t put that on us please!†Justin protested, more terrified, as he couldn’t see if they were already spraying them. They continued there pleading.
Chase was kneeling down, first towards Ryan’s exposed underwear. Jimmy stopped him and interrupted, “Well… boys. Tell you what. You did a heroic thing. I’ll give you a break… IF you answer correctly to this question.â€
Ryan and Justin quieted down to listen to the bargain.
“If you stay good sports and don’t’ tell Connor about this, we’ll let you go. Deal?â€
Without hesitation the boys feverishly nodded. Ryan grunted and Justin said, “We promise.â€
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By the time it was past 2AM, most of the tape was cut off. Their gag and blindfold removed. The older boys even helped them out. Ryan and Justin peeled off their soaked Under Armour protection. Though their boners were gone, they remained in their drenched underwear. Their bodies were covered in sweat and beet red.
Meanwhile, Brody was in the background still tied to the chair, happy as a clam watching Kendall dominate his UFC opponent.
Jimmy told the younger friends to sit up on their butts with their backs in front of him and Chase. They reluctantly complied. Then pleasantly surprised as the older duo gave them a sports rub down to settle them and relax their tensed muscles.
“You boys are legit. Impressed for sure,†Jimmy told them. Chase chimed in with how they had a similar rite of passage their first year on the wrestling squad.
This admittedly flattered Ryan and Justin, who were earned some kind of acceptance from the older teenagers. To some degree at least. After they wrapped up the massage, they all said goodnight. Ryan and Justin headed for Ryan’s bedroom upstairs. Jimmy and Chase were crashing in the basement on the couch. And the useless Brody was nodding off in his chair, comfortably restrained.
Ryan and Justin grabbed a huge one-gallon jug of bottled water. They were dehydrated. They shared it, chugging the entire container in a New York minute. Ryan gave his buddy a pair of fresh underwear and they changed. Settling down for bed. Ryan enjoyed some of the moments tied up and gagged with his friend. When he hinted at the fact, Justin shyly admitted in round about ways he did as well.
“Hey Ryan, what’s ‘ball butter’ anyway?†Justin asked referring to Jimmy’s remark during the degrading last moments.
Ryan chuckled, “I’ll give you a hint,†as he reached into his underwear with one hand and rubbed it on Justin’s face.
“Hella funny, ha hah,†Justin pushed him away. “Ya it was pretty gross.â€
Ryan awkwardly added, “I was sporting so much wood. Kind of weird but kinda cool.â€
They switched the subject to the very thing in the backs of their minds. Getting even. In a strange sort of way, they saw it as something the older boys might admire. They’d have to keep their word not to tell Connor however. But they agreed it certainly would help them go about revenge if Connor “accidently†discovered what happened on his own.
The schemed into half the night before falling asleep.
Revenge was coming.
END OF CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4 – Revenge
Coming later…
(Suggestions you’ve all made so far if not in chapter 3 will be in chapter 4… any new ones; please don’t be shy to post a reply)
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