The Adventures of Tommy TUGs Parts 1 - 4 of 4 (M/M)
Posted: Fri May 29, 2020 2:15 pm
My thanks to xtc for pointing out some typos I missed that I have now corrected.
Tommy Tug’s Long Day
You accidentally discover that your friend new Martin is into TUGs one day when you take a quick walk into the woods near your house for a quick self-tie to a tree at a familiar spot after a difficult day of college classes. He was already there, tying himself up to the same tree you had already selected – unaware of your approach until it was too late for him to get away and avoid awkward explanations. You show your understanding by tying him more securely to the tree than he had planned on, and leaving him tied up until he agreed that playing TUGs with you would be lots more fun than doing them all by himself.
And it didn’t hurt that Martin is your age (19), well built, and really hot!
For a few weeks you two take turns tying each other up either at your house when no one else is at home or out in the woods. Martin lives nearby but didn’t want to take you there because his older brother Derek was almost always home, and playing TUGs while HE was around might not be a good idea. You took his word for it and didn’t argue.
About the only real fly in the ointment was that you’d like to play certain torture games with Martin, and he adamantly refused to do so – either giving or receiving. You could of course have done this on your own to him anyway whenever you had him tied up, but feared that the first time would be the last time as well. Reluctant to spoil a good thing, you have gone without playing the kind of torture games with Martin that you really crave playing.
Then, earlier today, Martin called you on the phone and asked you to come straight over. “I have a real surprise waiting for you,” he told you. “I think it’s time we played those games you keep talking about!”
You did not wait to hear more!!!
You go to his house as fast as you can (you knew where he lived even though you never visited him here before) and ring his doorbell.
Martin opens the door, wearing only a set of bright pink Speedos. When you step inside, he gives you another set of pink Speedos and tells you that you can do whatever you wish to do to him for the entire day if you will put those on. You do not relish the idea of wearing pink Speedos at first, but after all only Martin (who is wearing an identical set) will see you and there may never be another chance to fulfill all those fantasies of what you would do with Martin if ever given the chance. So without a thought you go into the bathroom to change out of your clothes and into the pink Speedos. Then you hurry out, ready and eager to place Martin completely at your mercy!
To your surprise it was not just your friend Martin who awaits you when you step out of the bathroom: with him an older, even more rugged boy (well, younger man really) with a shaven head and tattoos all over his arms. He is also wearing only a set of Speedos; only his are black with a skull and crossbones motif on them! The Speedos poorly conceal the raging hard-on he has at the first sight of you in yours.
Before you can react, both Martin and the other boy (who must be 21 or 22) grab you, wrestle you down to the floor, and place cuffs on your hands and feet. You struggle, but it is to no avail. You start to yell, and are soon thoroughly and quickly tape-gagged. You would perhaps be a match for Martin in a fair fight one-on-one, but taken by surprise like this and with the second, larger boy along too, you have no hope at all of prevailing. You continue struggling anyway as they carry you into a nearby bedroom and drop you (not too gently) on the bed.
You continue to struggle as Martin and the other boy sit on top of you and proceed to tie you securely with rolls of duct tape. Within minutes, your lower legs and your arms and shoulders are cocooned with duct tape. Your tape gag is replaced with a ball gag after another pointless effort to resist. For good measure, your feet are secured to the bedpost with the leg cuffs. You are now secure, silent, and helpless.
“I told you I had a surprise for you,” Martin says to you as he sits on your chest and smiles down at you. “We ARE going to play those torture games just as I promised, of course… but not with each other as you figured.
“By the way, this is Derek, my older brother,” Martin continues as the older boy gathers up a bunch of rope. “Turns out he’s into TUGs too, and he’s going to play with the both of us.”
“Let’s get you comfy, kid,” Derek says to you. “Then I’ll do the same for Martin.”
You are blindfolded, and ear plugs are taped onto your ears so that you cannot hear a thing. And then a vibrator is attached to you and turned on, keeping you too occupied for a while to wonder what is going to happen to you next.
The vibrator dominates all of your sensations for a long while, and you are close to ‘cumming’ when it is abruptly turned off. A moment later the blindfold is taken from your eyes so that you can see. Martin is now lying on the bed right beside you, taped and gagged in a fashion identical to your own.
“Martin wanted you to join us in our TUGs,” Derek tells you as he straddles your chest again and removes your ear plugs. “And as our guests, we’ve agreed that I’m going to give you my undivided attention all day while he lays there and watches. Maybe later I’ll let him join in and help me play with you. But for now kid, you all mine!”
Derek proceeds to tickle your ribs, causing you to want to laugh hysterically! You try to avoid his tickling fingers, but you are trapped beneath his muscular body as he holds you down and explores his ticklish spots with his fingers. Martin lies besides you and watches silently; an amused gleam in his eyes.
You have a long day ahead of you.
After a few more minutes of merciless tickling in areas you never knew before were ticklish. Derek relents for a minute and gets off of you – but only to put the blindfold back upon you. Then the earplugs go back on as well, leaving you blind, deaf, and unable to tell where your captor is or what he is doing.
After a moment he tickles you some more, and now it is worse than before because you cannot see what he is doing or where (or even when) he will tickle you next. Derek is no longer sitting on you so you do not even know where he is. He does not tickle you constantly like before, nor does he use his fingers. Instead it feels like he is brushing you with a large, very soft feather! He strokes one part of you with it; then there is a long, suspenseful pause; and then another brush in a completely different and unexpected place. The bottoms of your helpless feet seem to be the most frequent targets now, but they are far from being the only ones. The tickling is the only sensation you can feel now, which greatly magnifies their effect upon you.
You cannot tell long this goes on… but it feels like forever.
Finally there is a long pause when nothing at all seems to happen. Abruptly you feel a weight on your belly as your captor straddles you there once again, and a moment later your blindfold is gently moved up off your eyes so that so can see a little. What you see is Derek as he grasps your nipples and begins to twist and squeeze them. You gasp in pain through your gag as he twists harder and harder. Then, when you think you can take no more of this, he stops – only to take an alligator clip in each hand and place them on your nipples! Pain shoots through your nipples as you see Derek laugh, clap you on the chest between your nipples a couple of times, and then replace your blindfold.
You writhe and thrash in a futile effort to get those horrible clips off of your nipples, but it is to no avail. You feel some motion on the bed beside you, and assume that Derek is now turning his attention to tormenting Martin for a while. However, the pressure and pain in your nipples soon become your entire world, and you are incapable of feeling or caring about anything else in the whole world except for the pressure on your nipples - and for a different pressure that also comes to your attention somewhat lower down!
Those Speedos, reasonably comfortable before, are getting rather too right now!!!
You see nothing. You hear nothing. You feel nothing but your nipples and your groin.
Time seems to stand still!!! And then…
The clips are abruptly removed from your nipples, which at first seems to only increase the agony rather than alleviate it. Then you feel a weight atop your belly again as you are straddled; and soft hands gently massage your nipples and tenderly take the pain away.
You are surprised, as Derek didn’t strike you as being the gentle type. But when the blindfold is lifted off your eyes again a moment later you see it is not Derek at all but Martin who is straddling you and massaging the pain away. He is untied, and Derek is nowhere in sight.
Martin finishes his massage and removes the earplugs. “You must be thirsty by now. Do you want a drink of water?” he asks you gently.
You nod eagerly; your mouth feels like cotton!
Martin gets off of you and walks out of the room, leaving you tied up all alone for a few moments. You test your bonds to see if there is any slack at all – any hope of freeing yourself before Martin returns. There is none, and you give up even before Martin returns with a glass of ice-cold water on the rocks, sets it down on a nightstand beside the bed, and removes the gag so you may drink. He holds your head up gently with one hand while holding the glass of liquid refreshment to your lips with the other, and you drink greedily until only a few ice cubes remain.
Then before you can think to ask Martin for anything (to be untied or something else) he quickly places the gag securely back on you.
Then, with a mischievous smile, he takes the ice left in the glass and dumps down the front insides of your Speedos – eliciting a loud *MMPH!* of pure outrage!
“Don’t be mad,” says Martin as he now lies on top of you and holds you in his arms. “I’ll warm you up! And Derek will make sure I keep you warm!”
As if on cue, Derek enters the room with several more rolls of duct-tape in his hands. He proceeds to wrap Martin in duct-tape right whereyour friend is: still lying on top of your chest to chest – and groin to groin. Once Martin’s upper body is secured reasonably well for the moment (but his legs are still free), Derek cuts off the tape that connects you to the bed and frees you from the now superfluous leg cuffs. With some cooperation from the still loosely-tied Martin, Derek manages to stand you both up facing together and then wraps the both of you securely together with several rolls of duct tape. When he finishes, only your heads and the areas covered by (and immediately adjacent to) your Speedos are left uncovered.
That is when the Speedos are pulled down and the vibrators are put into place! They are set on an automatic timer to start up at a time unknown to you. Once these are secured into place, you and Martin are roughly laid back down on the bed side by side and you are secured to it again by the leg cuffs. You are blindfolded and ear-plugged once again, and Derek leaves the two of you alone. As far as you know, he does not even stay in the same room with you two, but you cannot tell for sure. However, he does not touch you and you cannot hear or see or smell anything to indicate he is still nearby.
Martin grabs all of your attention. Whereas you are gagged, he is not. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he whispers to you quietly. And then he begins to kiss your face, all around your ball gag. You squirm and mumble into your gag, but nothing you do causes him the least hesitation. And from kissing, he goes to licking your face like a puppy!
Suddenly your vibrator turns on – and so do you!!!
You writhe and thrash around – and so does Martin. But his writhing and thrashing is more rhythmic in nature; steadily and purposefully the bulge behind his Speedos rubs hard up against the growing bulge within your own, and your attempts to elude this only cause you to imitate his rhythm and supplement it. Rather than avoiding his thrusts, you find yourself hitting against them as hard as you can… your body’s senses spurred on by the relentless, merciless insistence of that unceasing vibrator!!!
The pressure mounts… and the pleasure mounts…
You are confused. You think for a moment that you need to GO. Then you wonder if you are about to CUM.
You don’t know if you’re CUMMING or GOING!!!
And then… AND THEN…
You hold out as long as you can, but Martin’s continuing thrusts make this increasingly difficult. Finally his own weapon fires and covers the insides of his Speedos with spunk. The moment you feel that against your own Speedos, you lose the battle and explode in your own turn… making yourself feel far funkier still.
Martin sighs and tightens his hold upon you as he lays his head down upon you as much as his own bonds allow him to. He rubs his cheeks against yours in evident contentment, and despite yourself you feel a growing sense of contentment of your own.
You and Martin lay together like this for another hour or so when Derek returns, Laughs at what he sees, and proceed to cut you and Martin loose from your duct-tape imprisonment. Martin is completely freed, but the handcuffs and leg cuffs are left on you as Derek and Martin together take you out of the room and into a bathroom nearby.
“I’m going to get the dirty Speedos off you and let you shower, okay?” says Martin. “Do you promise not to kick me or anything?”
Still being gagged, you silently nod your agreement; you want to get those funky Speedos off and get that shower too much to put up futile resistance now!
Martin removes your leg cuffs and then pulls down your Speedos. You kick them off as Martin turns on the shower. You turn your back toward Martin expecting him to remove your handcuffs. Instead he merely grasps you by the arms, steps into the shower himself, and pulls you in after him. You are then bathed and your hair shampooed by Martin as if you were a pet dog. You do not resist; you find yourself enjoying it – as Martin can see for himself when he washes your own spunk off of you! He washes you leisurely and as gently as a mother washing an infant. You are almost sorry when he finishes and pulls you out of the shower again.
Martin gores to a dresser and pulls out another set of pink Speedos (dashing any thought – hope or fear – that you are about to be set free), and helps you get into them. Once they are around your middle, Martin places the leg cuffs back on you. You do not resist; Derek may be around, and perhaps you would resist even if he were not and you somehow knew this to be the case.
But Derek is around, he comes out of another room as Martin leads you out of the bathroom, and together they escort you to the living room. You are made to sit on the couch, where Derek takes a pair of handcuffs, claps one end around the middle of the set locked around your wrists, pulls your wrists down to the front of your feet, and locks the other end to the leg cuffs. You are doubled over into a frontal hogtie as you are roughly yanked off the couch and kneel in front of the couch, facing toward it.
Martin is then handcuffed with his hands behind him, leg-cuffed, and then, after he lies down on the couch, secured in a hog-tie with another set of cuffs. Then Derek casually sits on Martin’s belly, places his bare feet on your back where you kneel like you were a footstool, turns on the TV with a remote, and watches a football game. He is just in time to catch the game when it starts, and he watches the game all the way to its end without once giving you or Martin a break. Fortunately for your knees, the floor is covered with very thick shag carpeting.
At the end of the game, Derek gets up, releases your hogtie, un-cuffs one wrists, places your wrists behind you, re-cuffs you, and restores your hogtie so that it is identical with Martin’s. Martin is then lifted off the couch and made to kneel behind you, facing the other way and back to back with you. Another set of handcuffs secures the pair of you together.
Derek steps out and leaves you two alone for a while. He soon returns with a plate filled with small bite-sized Pizza bits. He holds one up close to Martin. “I beg you to feed me, master,” says Martin. Derek obliges by popping a pizza bit into the boy’s mouth. Martin chews this morsel, swallows, and repeats his request word for word. Derek gives him another morsel.
Then Derek sets the plate down on a nightstand, walks up to you, and removes your gag.
Then he takes the plate, picks up a pizza bit, holds it out to you, and looks at you in expectation.
You swore at him? Oooooooooooo…
“Oh, so you want to be a tough guy, do you?” asks Derek with a grim smile, seeming to be more amused than upset by your act of rebellion. “I guess this will be fun than I was planning on. Martin said you’d go along and asked me to take it easy on you. But I guess if you want to talk dirty we’ll have to clean up your act.”
Derek steps out of the room for a moment and then returns with a ball gag in his hand.
You see that the ball is an unusual blue-green color, but think nothing of this until Derek is stuffing it into your mouth. Then you realize to your horror that the gag is not made of the usual materials at all – it is made of SOAP!!!
You thrash around and try to get the soapy ball gag out of your mouth, but it is too late! Derek is already strapping it in! Then, while you mumph frantically to beg for the gag to be removed, Derek releases Martin from his own bonds and bids him to come with him. You are left alone in the living room for a few minutes, and then your captor (or captors if your count Martin) return with a six foot long metal pole. To your horror, the pole is threaded between you and your bonds where you are still hog-tied, and lifted up – and you are lifted right up along with it by your bound wrists and ankles!
You are carried out to the backyard, which is surrounded by a fence and tall trees and is completely out of sight of any houses that may be nearby in this rural neighborhood. You are carried out to a hot tub, which you see is filled with hot water that has apparently just had a mixture of bubble bath added to it! There is also a metal stand on either side of the hot tub with a divider on the top of each; aligned to face each other. And as you are carried toward the tub, it is obvious what these stands are for. They are the supports for the metal rod you are tied to; to leave you dangling over the hot tub like a roast on a spit!
Martin and Derek haul you over the hot tub and place your pole within the stands, leaving you dangling half submerged in the hot, bubbling water. The water is high enough so that you have to lift your head up to keep your face out of the water. It is not difficult… as long as you have the strength to keep your head up!
But then Derek and Martin climb in to the hot tub with you and begin to tickle you mercilessly. The result of trying to laugh with a gag made of soap in your mouth makes you drool – and the more you drool the worse your mouth commences to taste!
Within a half hour you are wishing you had just begged for the treat!
Then Derek and Martin do something with the stands that hold up your pole, and you belatedly realize that the stands have several notches – like the stand that hold up the hurdle of a pole vault – and your pole is NOT being held on the lowest one. If Derek and Martin place you on a lower one…
They do, and now it takes all the effort you can muster to keep your head above water!
And they tickle you some more!!!
You are forced to writhe and thrash so much that you duck your own head in the hot bubbling water in the process. You feel like you are going to drown if this keeps up!
Derek grabs you by the chin to hold your head up above the water for a moment.
“Are you ready for training now?” he asks you not unkindly. “Or do you prefer to have some more punishment first? I warn you that if you choose more punishment, it is going to hurt – a LOT!”
You decide you’ve had enough punishment (at least for now) and nod your agreement. You’d agree to do anything right now just to get that nasty soap ball gag out of your mouth; it is slowly dissolving and leaving an indescribably nasty taste in your mouth!
Martin and Derek walk you back to the house, where mercifully Martin offers to remove the soap ball gag and let you wash your mouth out on the condition that you promise not to attempt to call out.
You agree at once, desperate to get rid of that soapy taste! Martin removes the ball gag (the ball is noticeably smaller and smoother now) and gives you a glass of water to rinse your mouth and spit out the soapy water. Once the soap is washed out, you are allowed to drink another glassful before you are aged again (this time with a normal ball gag – which feels heavenly after that last nasty experience).
For the next few hours you trained in obedience just as a dog would be. You are led out into the yard and walked around on a leash, and taught to heel, stay, sit, roll over, play dead, and finally - still hobbled and handcuffed but without leash or ball-gag – to fetch; the same way a dog would; with your mouth! Only after you do all this are you offered the chance to beg again. This time, you beg quite well and willingly; you are famished!!!
“It’s getting late,” Martin tells you. “Do you want to go home now and visit some more later, or would you like to spend the night?”
You decide to spend the night with Martin.
Martin holds a cell phone to your ear and mouth so that you may call anyone who needs to know that you’ll be out tonight, without ever releasing you from your bonds.
Once that is set, Derek and Martin place a shower cap on you to completely cover your hair and then wrap you from head to toe in duct tape (the shower cap protecting your hair from this), leaving only your nose and the soles of your feet exposed to the air. Martin and Derek then carry you back outside to the hot tub to give you a thrilling new experience. The bubble-bath solution has been washed out and replaced by clean water that is just above body temperature.
For a moment you are actually afraid they are going to drown you - by accident, at least. But they know what they are doing. There is a leather harness built into the side of the hot tub which – when you are strapped into it – keeps your nostrils above water but keeps the rest of you loosely floating. Once they have placed a blindfold on you as well, you realize the special thing they have done for you. Floating in body-warm water, the experience of sensory deprivation is greatly heightened because now you feel nothing either; no texture of whatever surface you would normally lie on, no hot or cold, no pressure of your body weight on even a soft surface… you feel nothing at all!!!
For a long time you wonder if Derek and Martin have stayed with you. Then a gentle touch of a finger on the tip of your nose thrills you almost as much as if it were the tip of some other part of you that had been touched. It is a gentle touch that does nothing at all to hinder your breathing – except that it excites you so much your breath becomes almost asthmatic anyway. A competing sensation catches your attention too as your – other part – suddenly swells and strains within its confines, but is unable to find any release. The pressure within your duct-tape covered Speedos mounts, but there is nothing you can do. Other than your breathing and your heartbeat, you cannot move at all – not even to turn your head!
Time passes and there is no further touch, and you think you have been left alone. But then comes another brief, gentle touch on the soles of your feet with a tip of a finger, and again it is like being jolted by a surge of electricity! And again a period of recovery during which nothing happens, allowing your swelling to subside – slowly.
This goes on for what seems like forever. Then, there is no sensation at all for the longest time, and you fall asleep.
After a long dreamless sleep where you feel like you are floating in the depths of space for an eternity, you are jolted awake by the gentle caress of fingers on the soles of your feet. But this is no mere touch this time.
It is a tickle, and over the next few moments it becomes steadier and more relentless.
Oh My God! You think to yourself. The sensation literally jolts you like a surge of electricity through your body! You cannot stand it. You struggle to get free, to scream, to move away from those delightful but tormenting fingers but it is no avail. They will not stop tickling you!!!
Long before the time they do stop, you need to change clothes again for the exact same reason as you did before!
Finally, the tickling stops, and soon you find yourself being lifted out of the hot tub and carried away again – still blindfolded, ear-plugged, and gagged. Eventually you feel yourself set gently down on a bed, where your earplugs and blindfold are removed.
“Good morning,” Martin says top you happily as he climbs onto your chest still wearing only a set of pink Speedos. “Have a good sleep?”
“Yes,” you reply, “though your wake-up call made me spunk myself.”
“Really?” replies Martin, not acting at all contrite. “That’s a shame. Want to get even?”
So saying, he pulls off his Speedos and offers you a piece of him.
Whether or not you accept, Martin then serves you breakfast in bed - still bound precisely as you are. He straddles your chest and feeds you by hand in a leisurely manner. Only then do he and Derek remove the duct tape that imprisons your body and allow you to shower – with your hands and feet still cuffed and with Martin assisting you as before.
“Derek and I are going camping today and staying out overnight,” Martin tells you as you shower. “We’re bringing over a couple of friends of mine. They would love to meet you and show you a good time. Want to come with us?”
“Sure!” you tell him.
“Great!” replies Martin as he helps you put on a fresh set of pink Speedos, re-cuffs your hands and feet, and escorts you back to the bedroom. “We’ll be leaving in a couple of hours. Why don’t you relax in the meantime?”
Then he hogties you, gags you, sticks you inside the closet, blindfolds and earplugs you, and locks you in.
You rest as comfortably as you can; you can hardly wait to meet Martin’s friends.
To Be Continued
Tommy Tug’s Long Day
You accidentally discover that your friend new Martin is into TUGs one day when you take a quick walk into the woods near your house for a quick self-tie to a tree at a familiar spot after a difficult day of college classes. He was already there, tying himself up to the same tree you had already selected – unaware of your approach until it was too late for him to get away and avoid awkward explanations. You show your understanding by tying him more securely to the tree than he had planned on, and leaving him tied up until he agreed that playing TUGs with you would be lots more fun than doing them all by himself.
And it didn’t hurt that Martin is your age (19), well built, and really hot!
For a few weeks you two take turns tying each other up either at your house when no one else is at home or out in the woods. Martin lives nearby but didn’t want to take you there because his older brother Derek was almost always home, and playing TUGs while HE was around might not be a good idea. You took his word for it and didn’t argue.
About the only real fly in the ointment was that you’d like to play certain torture games with Martin, and he adamantly refused to do so – either giving or receiving. You could of course have done this on your own to him anyway whenever you had him tied up, but feared that the first time would be the last time as well. Reluctant to spoil a good thing, you have gone without playing the kind of torture games with Martin that you really crave playing.
Then, earlier today, Martin called you on the phone and asked you to come straight over. “I have a real surprise waiting for you,” he told you. “I think it’s time we played those games you keep talking about!”
You did not wait to hear more!!!
You go to his house as fast as you can (you knew where he lived even though you never visited him here before) and ring his doorbell.
Martin opens the door, wearing only a set of bright pink Speedos. When you step inside, he gives you another set of pink Speedos and tells you that you can do whatever you wish to do to him for the entire day if you will put those on. You do not relish the idea of wearing pink Speedos at first, but after all only Martin (who is wearing an identical set) will see you and there may never be another chance to fulfill all those fantasies of what you would do with Martin if ever given the chance. So without a thought you go into the bathroom to change out of your clothes and into the pink Speedos. Then you hurry out, ready and eager to place Martin completely at your mercy!
To your surprise it was not just your friend Martin who awaits you when you step out of the bathroom: with him an older, even more rugged boy (well, younger man really) with a shaven head and tattoos all over his arms. He is also wearing only a set of Speedos; only his are black with a skull and crossbones motif on them! The Speedos poorly conceal the raging hard-on he has at the first sight of you in yours.
Before you can react, both Martin and the other boy (who must be 21 or 22) grab you, wrestle you down to the floor, and place cuffs on your hands and feet. You struggle, but it is to no avail. You start to yell, and are soon thoroughly and quickly tape-gagged. You would perhaps be a match for Martin in a fair fight one-on-one, but taken by surprise like this and with the second, larger boy along too, you have no hope at all of prevailing. You continue struggling anyway as they carry you into a nearby bedroom and drop you (not too gently) on the bed.
You continue to struggle as Martin and the other boy sit on top of you and proceed to tie you securely with rolls of duct tape. Within minutes, your lower legs and your arms and shoulders are cocooned with duct tape. Your tape gag is replaced with a ball gag after another pointless effort to resist. For good measure, your feet are secured to the bedpost with the leg cuffs. You are now secure, silent, and helpless.
“I told you I had a surprise for you,” Martin says to you as he sits on your chest and smiles down at you. “We ARE going to play those torture games just as I promised, of course… but not with each other as you figured.
“By the way, this is Derek, my older brother,” Martin continues as the older boy gathers up a bunch of rope. “Turns out he’s into TUGs too, and he’s going to play with the both of us.”
“Let’s get you comfy, kid,” Derek says to you. “Then I’ll do the same for Martin.”
You are blindfolded, and ear plugs are taped onto your ears so that you cannot hear a thing. And then a vibrator is attached to you and turned on, keeping you too occupied for a while to wonder what is going to happen to you next.
The vibrator dominates all of your sensations for a long while, and you are close to ‘cumming’ when it is abruptly turned off. A moment later the blindfold is taken from your eyes so that you can see. Martin is now lying on the bed right beside you, taped and gagged in a fashion identical to your own.
“Martin wanted you to join us in our TUGs,” Derek tells you as he straddles your chest again and removes your ear plugs. “And as our guests, we’ve agreed that I’m going to give you my undivided attention all day while he lays there and watches. Maybe later I’ll let him join in and help me play with you. But for now kid, you all mine!”
Derek proceeds to tickle your ribs, causing you to want to laugh hysterically! You try to avoid his tickling fingers, but you are trapped beneath his muscular body as he holds you down and explores his ticklish spots with his fingers. Martin lies besides you and watches silently; an amused gleam in his eyes.
You have a long day ahead of you.
After a few more minutes of merciless tickling in areas you never knew before were ticklish. Derek relents for a minute and gets off of you – but only to put the blindfold back upon you. Then the earplugs go back on as well, leaving you blind, deaf, and unable to tell where your captor is or what he is doing.
After a moment he tickles you some more, and now it is worse than before because you cannot see what he is doing or where (or even when) he will tickle you next. Derek is no longer sitting on you so you do not even know where he is. He does not tickle you constantly like before, nor does he use his fingers. Instead it feels like he is brushing you with a large, very soft feather! He strokes one part of you with it; then there is a long, suspenseful pause; and then another brush in a completely different and unexpected place. The bottoms of your helpless feet seem to be the most frequent targets now, but they are far from being the only ones. The tickling is the only sensation you can feel now, which greatly magnifies their effect upon you.
You cannot tell long this goes on… but it feels like forever.
Finally there is a long pause when nothing at all seems to happen. Abruptly you feel a weight on your belly as your captor straddles you there once again, and a moment later your blindfold is gently moved up off your eyes so that so can see a little. What you see is Derek as he grasps your nipples and begins to twist and squeeze them. You gasp in pain through your gag as he twists harder and harder. Then, when you think you can take no more of this, he stops – only to take an alligator clip in each hand and place them on your nipples! Pain shoots through your nipples as you see Derek laugh, clap you on the chest between your nipples a couple of times, and then replace your blindfold.
You writhe and thrash in a futile effort to get those horrible clips off of your nipples, but it is to no avail. You feel some motion on the bed beside you, and assume that Derek is now turning his attention to tormenting Martin for a while. However, the pressure and pain in your nipples soon become your entire world, and you are incapable of feeling or caring about anything else in the whole world except for the pressure on your nipples - and for a different pressure that also comes to your attention somewhat lower down!
Those Speedos, reasonably comfortable before, are getting rather too right now!!!
You see nothing. You hear nothing. You feel nothing but your nipples and your groin.
Time seems to stand still!!! And then…
The clips are abruptly removed from your nipples, which at first seems to only increase the agony rather than alleviate it. Then you feel a weight atop your belly again as you are straddled; and soft hands gently massage your nipples and tenderly take the pain away.
You are surprised, as Derek didn’t strike you as being the gentle type. But when the blindfold is lifted off your eyes again a moment later you see it is not Derek at all but Martin who is straddling you and massaging the pain away. He is untied, and Derek is nowhere in sight.
Martin finishes his massage and removes the earplugs. “You must be thirsty by now. Do you want a drink of water?” he asks you gently.
You nod eagerly; your mouth feels like cotton!
Martin gets off of you and walks out of the room, leaving you tied up all alone for a few moments. You test your bonds to see if there is any slack at all – any hope of freeing yourself before Martin returns. There is none, and you give up even before Martin returns with a glass of ice-cold water on the rocks, sets it down on a nightstand beside the bed, and removes the gag so you may drink. He holds your head up gently with one hand while holding the glass of liquid refreshment to your lips with the other, and you drink greedily until only a few ice cubes remain.
Then before you can think to ask Martin for anything (to be untied or something else) he quickly places the gag securely back on you.
Then, with a mischievous smile, he takes the ice left in the glass and dumps down the front insides of your Speedos – eliciting a loud *MMPH!* of pure outrage!
“Don’t be mad,” says Martin as he now lies on top of you and holds you in his arms. “I’ll warm you up! And Derek will make sure I keep you warm!”
As if on cue, Derek enters the room with several more rolls of duct-tape in his hands. He proceeds to wrap Martin in duct-tape right whereyour friend is: still lying on top of your chest to chest – and groin to groin. Once Martin’s upper body is secured reasonably well for the moment (but his legs are still free), Derek cuts off the tape that connects you to the bed and frees you from the now superfluous leg cuffs. With some cooperation from the still loosely-tied Martin, Derek manages to stand you both up facing together and then wraps the both of you securely together with several rolls of duct tape. When he finishes, only your heads and the areas covered by (and immediately adjacent to) your Speedos are left uncovered.
That is when the Speedos are pulled down and the vibrators are put into place! They are set on an automatic timer to start up at a time unknown to you. Once these are secured into place, you and Martin are roughly laid back down on the bed side by side and you are secured to it again by the leg cuffs. You are blindfolded and ear-plugged once again, and Derek leaves the two of you alone. As far as you know, he does not even stay in the same room with you two, but you cannot tell for sure. However, he does not touch you and you cannot hear or see or smell anything to indicate he is still nearby.
Martin grabs all of your attention. Whereas you are gagged, he is not. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he whispers to you quietly. And then he begins to kiss your face, all around your ball gag. You squirm and mumble into your gag, but nothing you do causes him the least hesitation. And from kissing, he goes to licking your face like a puppy!
Suddenly your vibrator turns on – and so do you!!!
You writhe and thrash around – and so does Martin. But his writhing and thrashing is more rhythmic in nature; steadily and purposefully the bulge behind his Speedos rubs hard up against the growing bulge within your own, and your attempts to elude this only cause you to imitate his rhythm and supplement it. Rather than avoiding his thrusts, you find yourself hitting against them as hard as you can… your body’s senses spurred on by the relentless, merciless insistence of that unceasing vibrator!!!
The pressure mounts… and the pleasure mounts…
You are confused. You think for a moment that you need to GO. Then you wonder if you are about to CUM.
You don’t know if you’re CUMMING or GOING!!!
And then… AND THEN…
You hold out as long as you can, but Martin’s continuing thrusts make this increasingly difficult. Finally his own weapon fires and covers the insides of his Speedos with spunk. The moment you feel that against your own Speedos, you lose the battle and explode in your own turn… making yourself feel far funkier still.
Martin sighs and tightens his hold upon you as he lays his head down upon you as much as his own bonds allow him to. He rubs his cheeks against yours in evident contentment, and despite yourself you feel a growing sense of contentment of your own.
You and Martin lay together like this for another hour or so when Derek returns, Laughs at what he sees, and proceed to cut you and Martin loose from your duct-tape imprisonment. Martin is completely freed, but the handcuffs and leg cuffs are left on you as Derek and Martin together take you out of the room and into a bathroom nearby.
“I’m going to get the dirty Speedos off you and let you shower, okay?” says Martin. “Do you promise not to kick me or anything?”
Still being gagged, you silently nod your agreement; you want to get those funky Speedos off and get that shower too much to put up futile resistance now!
Martin removes your leg cuffs and then pulls down your Speedos. You kick them off as Martin turns on the shower. You turn your back toward Martin expecting him to remove your handcuffs. Instead he merely grasps you by the arms, steps into the shower himself, and pulls you in after him. You are then bathed and your hair shampooed by Martin as if you were a pet dog. You do not resist; you find yourself enjoying it – as Martin can see for himself when he washes your own spunk off of you! He washes you leisurely and as gently as a mother washing an infant. You are almost sorry when he finishes and pulls you out of the shower again.
Martin gores to a dresser and pulls out another set of pink Speedos (dashing any thought – hope or fear – that you are about to be set free), and helps you get into them. Once they are around your middle, Martin places the leg cuffs back on you. You do not resist; Derek may be around, and perhaps you would resist even if he were not and you somehow knew this to be the case.
But Derek is around, he comes out of another room as Martin leads you out of the bathroom, and together they escort you to the living room. You are made to sit on the couch, where Derek takes a pair of handcuffs, claps one end around the middle of the set locked around your wrists, pulls your wrists down to the front of your feet, and locks the other end to the leg cuffs. You are doubled over into a frontal hogtie as you are roughly yanked off the couch and kneel in front of the couch, facing toward it.
Martin is then handcuffed with his hands behind him, leg-cuffed, and then, after he lies down on the couch, secured in a hog-tie with another set of cuffs. Then Derek casually sits on Martin’s belly, places his bare feet on your back where you kneel like you were a footstool, turns on the TV with a remote, and watches a football game. He is just in time to catch the game when it starts, and he watches the game all the way to its end without once giving you or Martin a break. Fortunately for your knees, the floor is covered with very thick shag carpeting.
At the end of the game, Derek gets up, releases your hogtie, un-cuffs one wrists, places your wrists behind you, re-cuffs you, and restores your hogtie so that it is identical with Martin’s. Martin is then lifted off the couch and made to kneel behind you, facing the other way and back to back with you. Another set of handcuffs secures the pair of you together.
Derek steps out and leaves you two alone for a while. He soon returns with a plate filled with small bite-sized Pizza bits. He holds one up close to Martin. “I beg you to feed me, master,” says Martin. Derek obliges by popping a pizza bit into the boy’s mouth. Martin chews this morsel, swallows, and repeats his request word for word. Derek gives him another morsel.
Then Derek sets the plate down on a nightstand, walks up to you, and removes your gag.
Then he takes the plate, picks up a pizza bit, holds it out to you, and looks at you in expectation.
You swore at him? Oooooooooooo…
“Oh, so you want to be a tough guy, do you?” asks Derek with a grim smile, seeming to be more amused than upset by your act of rebellion. “I guess this will be fun than I was planning on. Martin said you’d go along and asked me to take it easy on you. But I guess if you want to talk dirty we’ll have to clean up your act.”
Derek steps out of the room for a moment and then returns with a ball gag in his hand.
You see that the ball is an unusual blue-green color, but think nothing of this until Derek is stuffing it into your mouth. Then you realize to your horror that the gag is not made of the usual materials at all – it is made of SOAP!!!
You thrash around and try to get the soapy ball gag out of your mouth, but it is too late! Derek is already strapping it in! Then, while you mumph frantically to beg for the gag to be removed, Derek releases Martin from his own bonds and bids him to come with him. You are left alone in the living room for a few minutes, and then your captor (or captors if your count Martin) return with a six foot long metal pole. To your horror, the pole is threaded between you and your bonds where you are still hog-tied, and lifted up – and you are lifted right up along with it by your bound wrists and ankles!
You are carried out to the backyard, which is surrounded by a fence and tall trees and is completely out of sight of any houses that may be nearby in this rural neighborhood. You are carried out to a hot tub, which you see is filled with hot water that has apparently just had a mixture of bubble bath added to it! There is also a metal stand on either side of the hot tub with a divider on the top of each; aligned to face each other. And as you are carried toward the tub, it is obvious what these stands are for. They are the supports for the metal rod you are tied to; to leave you dangling over the hot tub like a roast on a spit!
Martin and Derek haul you over the hot tub and place your pole within the stands, leaving you dangling half submerged in the hot, bubbling water. The water is high enough so that you have to lift your head up to keep your face out of the water. It is not difficult… as long as you have the strength to keep your head up!
But then Derek and Martin climb in to the hot tub with you and begin to tickle you mercilessly. The result of trying to laugh with a gag made of soap in your mouth makes you drool – and the more you drool the worse your mouth commences to taste!
Within a half hour you are wishing you had just begged for the treat!
Then Derek and Martin do something with the stands that hold up your pole, and you belatedly realize that the stands have several notches – like the stand that hold up the hurdle of a pole vault – and your pole is NOT being held on the lowest one. If Derek and Martin place you on a lower one…
They do, and now it takes all the effort you can muster to keep your head above water!
And they tickle you some more!!!
You are forced to writhe and thrash so much that you duck your own head in the hot bubbling water in the process. You feel like you are going to drown if this keeps up!
Derek grabs you by the chin to hold your head up above the water for a moment.
“Are you ready for training now?” he asks you not unkindly. “Or do you prefer to have some more punishment first? I warn you that if you choose more punishment, it is going to hurt – a LOT!”
You decide you’ve had enough punishment (at least for now) and nod your agreement. You’d agree to do anything right now just to get that nasty soap ball gag out of your mouth; it is slowly dissolving and leaving an indescribably nasty taste in your mouth!
Martin and Derek walk you back to the house, where mercifully Martin offers to remove the soap ball gag and let you wash your mouth out on the condition that you promise not to attempt to call out.
You agree at once, desperate to get rid of that soapy taste! Martin removes the ball gag (the ball is noticeably smaller and smoother now) and gives you a glass of water to rinse your mouth and spit out the soapy water. Once the soap is washed out, you are allowed to drink another glassful before you are aged again (this time with a normal ball gag – which feels heavenly after that last nasty experience).
For the next few hours you trained in obedience just as a dog would be. You are led out into the yard and walked around on a leash, and taught to heel, stay, sit, roll over, play dead, and finally - still hobbled and handcuffed but without leash or ball-gag – to fetch; the same way a dog would; with your mouth! Only after you do all this are you offered the chance to beg again. This time, you beg quite well and willingly; you are famished!!!
“It’s getting late,” Martin tells you. “Do you want to go home now and visit some more later, or would you like to spend the night?”
You decide to spend the night with Martin.
Martin holds a cell phone to your ear and mouth so that you may call anyone who needs to know that you’ll be out tonight, without ever releasing you from your bonds.
Once that is set, Derek and Martin place a shower cap on you to completely cover your hair and then wrap you from head to toe in duct tape (the shower cap protecting your hair from this), leaving only your nose and the soles of your feet exposed to the air. Martin and Derek then carry you back outside to the hot tub to give you a thrilling new experience. The bubble-bath solution has been washed out and replaced by clean water that is just above body temperature.
For a moment you are actually afraid they are going to drown you - by accident, at least. But they know what they are doing. There is a leather harness built into the side of the hot tub which – when you are strapped into it – keeps your nostrils above water but keeps the rest of you loosely floating. Once they have placed a blindfold on you as well, you realize the special thing they have done for you. Floating in body-warm water, the experience of sensory deprivation is greatly heightened because now you feel nothing either; no texture of whatever surface you would normally lie on, no hot or cold, no pressure of your body weight on even a soft surface… you feel nothing at all!!!
For a long time you wonder if Derek and Martin have stayed with you. Then a gentle touch of a finger on the tip of your nose thrills you almost as much as if it were the tip of some other part of you that had been touched. It is a gentle touch that does nothing at all to hinder your breathing – except that it excites you so much your breath becomes almost asthmatic anyway. A competing sensation catches your attention too as your – other part – suddenly swells and strains within its confines, but is unable to find any release. The pressure within your duct-tape covered Speedos mounts, but there is nothing you can do. Other than your breathing and your heartbeat, you cannot move at all – not even to turn your head!
Time passes and there is no further touch, and you think you have been left alone. But then comes another brief, gentle touch on the soles of your feet with a tip of a finger, and again it is like being jolted by a surge of electricity! And again a period of recovery during which nothing happens, allowing your swelling to subside – slowly.
This goes on for what seems like forever. Then, there is no sensation at all for the longest time, and you fall asleep.
After a long dreamless sleep where you feel like you are floating in the depths of space for an eternity, you are jolted awake by the gentle caress of fingers on the soles of your feet. But this is no mere touch this time.
It is a tickle, and over the next few moments it becomes steadier and more relentless.
Oh My God! You think to yourself. The sensation literally jolts you like a surge of electricity through your body! You cannot stand it. You struggle to get free, to scream, to move away from those delightful but tormenting fingers but it is no avail. They will not stop tickling you!!!
Long before the time they do stop, you need to change clothes again for the exact same reason as you did before!
Finally, the tickling stops, and soon you find yourself being lifted out of the hot tub and carried away again – still blindfolded, ear-plugged, and gagged. Eventually you feel yourself set gently down on a bed, where your earplugs and blindfold are removed.
“Good morning,” Martin says top you happily as he climbs onto your chest still wearing only a set of pink Speedos. “Have a good sleep?”
“Yes,” you reply, “though your wake-up call made me spunk myself.”
“Really?” replies Martin, not acting at all contrite. “That’s a shame. Want to get even?”
So saying, he pulls off his Speedos and offers you a piece of him.
Whether or not you accept, Martin then serves you breakfast in bed - still bound precisely as you are. He straddles your chest and feeds you by hand in a leisurely manner. Only then do he and Derek remove the duct tape that imprisons your body and allow you to shower – with your hands and feet still cuffed and with Martin assisting you as before.
“Derek and I are going camping today and staying out overnight,” Martin tells you as you shower. “We’re bringing over a couple of friends of mine. They would love to meet you and show you a good time. Want to come with us?”
“Sure!” you tell him.
“Great!” replies Martin as he helps you put on a fresh set of pink Speedos, re-cuffs your hands and feet, and escorts you back to the bedroom. “We’ll be leaving in a couple of hours. Why don’t you relax in the meantime?”
Then he hogties you, gags you, sticks you inside the closet, blindfolds and earplugs you, and locks you in.
You rest as comfortably as you can; you can hardly wait to meet Martin’s friends.
To Be Continued