Following on from my posting in TUG Stories entitled "How would you cope with this situation?", Jason has actually written the story up using the same format Gemma and I use for our TUG stories, and e-mailed it to me to post. So here's Jason's story:
Although the digital clock on the microwave reported just eighteen minutes past ten in the morning, it was already a warm and sunny day as I sat in the gothic kitchen of my cousin’s gothic house, having coffee with him and his wife.
My name is Jason and I am a tall and round-faced, wide-mouthed and slightly snub-nosed boy of sixteen with short straight light brown hair. I was wearing a black and white Edinburgh Royal High School tracksuit jacket and trousers, with white socks and white-striped black Adidas Samba leather trainers.
Nicholas Wrathmall is my cousin and he is a tall and well-made, muscular yet good-looking man of twenty-three with short wavy jet black hair and wicked black button eyes. He wore a loose-fitting black tee-shirt with a multi-tone grey picture and lettering on the front, which was not tucked in faded black denim jeans with frayed edges, and black socks with Adidas Gazelle white-striped black leather trainers. He wore gleaming metal-studded black leather straps on both wrists, and with a matching collar round his neck.
Louise Wrathmall is my cousin’s wife, and she is a tall and slender but very pretty young lady of twenty-two, with long straight jet black hair tied back in a ponytail. She wore a loose-fitting black tee-shirt, which was not tucked into skin-tight shiny black PVC jeans, and black canvas plimsolls.
“Shall we make you uncomfortable, Jason?” Louise asked, with an evil smile as I put my empty cup on the table. “Everything is ready!”
“Yes please!” I replied eagerly.
“Do you want to……first?” Nicholas suggested.
“Good idea.” I replied, getting up and heading for the stairs.
I went upstairs to the bathroom and did what had to be done there. A few moments later, I returned to the kitchen.
Louise opened the cellar door and switched the light on. Chatting as we went, I followed her down the steep and dimly-lit stairs into the small and equally dimly-lit cellar, with Nicholas following behind me.
The cellar was a small, square-shaped room with no window, making the dim light bulb the only source of light, giving the cellar a wonderfully gloomy atmosphere that really excited me. There was a metal shelf unit against the wall opposite the stairs with assorted tools and other junk on it. The wall to the right had four strategically placed manacles hung on it on short thick chains. FANTASTIC!
“If you please!” Nicholas exclaimed, gesturing the manacles.
I needed NO encouragement. I went straight over to the manacles, stood with my back against the wall and held my arms up. Louise fastened the manacles on my right wrist and ankle, and Nicholas did the same on my left wrist and ankle. I was spread out in a spread-eagle position.
“Now, your headgear!” Louise exclaimed eagerly.
Louise lifted a black and white canvas gym bag off the shelf and encased my head in it – the bag was just big enough to hood me.
Nicholas lifted a gleaming black full-face motorcycle helmet off the shelf and placed that on my head. I could barely see the light through the canvas of the bag, but the visor of the helmet was painted black on sides, effectively totally blindfolding me as well as hooding me!
“Are you ok, Jason?” Louise asked. “Nothing hurting and you can breathe ok?”
“I’m fine!” My very muffled voice replied gratefully.
“See you later, cous!” Nicholas laughed mischievously, following his wife up the stairs.
It made no difference to me, but apparently they turned the light out and closed the cellar door behind them, leaving me chained spread-eagle and blindfolded in total darkness! FANTASTIC!
About two and a half hours later, Nicholas and Louise were again sat round the dining table. This time they were having lunch with my mother.
My mother was a tall and slender, yet quite solidly built and attractive lady of forty, with shoulder-length loose curly dark brown hair. Nicholas did tell me what she was wearing but I’ve forgotten – sorry about that!
“How’s Jason?” Nicholas asked, with a mischievous irony that escape my more literally thinking mother.
“He’s fine.” Mother replied. “He’s out with friends.”
“We love having him visit!” Louise replied, with an equally mischievous smile, as she thought of me chained to the cellar wall, blindfolded and hooded – barely a few metres away! LOL.
“The transformation in him has us all amazed.” Mother announced. “You wouldna recognise him now!”
“We’d agree with that!” Nicholas laughed, with the same picture of me! LOL.
Louise gave Nicholas a discreet tap that my mother totally missed.
Louise, Nicholas and my mother continued their lunch. Louise and Nicholas kept making mischievous comments that my mother failed to grasp.
My mother is definitely NOT a prude, but she would not approve of Nicholas and Louise chaining me to their cellar wall. They would be in BIG TROUBLE - as would I! LOL.
It was just after half-past two when my mother left. While Nicholas cleared the pots away and the table, Louise came down into the cellar.
“Hi Jason!” Louise greeted cheerfully as she approached me. “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine!” my muffled voice replied. “How was lunch?”
“It was quite funny really.” Louise replied, standing very close to me and checking my wrists and ankles were ok in the manacles. “Nicholas and I kept making mischievous comments but your mother never took on.”
I laughed.
“We’re not going out anywhere today at all.” Louise announced. “Do you want out or do you want to stay there? Your wrists and ankles are fine!”
“Can I stay here please?” My muffled voice asked pleadingly.
“As you wish!” Louise replied. “See you in a bit.”
Again I wouldn’t notice, but Louise turned the light out and closed the cellar door as she left.
It was nearly half-past six in the evening when the light went on again, and Nicholas opened the cellar door and came down the steps.
“Time to release you!” Nicholas exclaimed cheerfully, approaching me.
Nicholas removed the helmet, and then the gym bag. He released my wrists first, and then my ankles. After being chained in a spread-eagle position for eight hours, I was a bit unsteady and he Nicholas supported me up the steps into the kitchen where a superb home-cooked dinner awaited me.
All in all, a mischievous but truly FANTASTIC day!
Jason