Part 3 - Rewind a couple of months.
...It was the end of spring, school would end in a month or two.
Soccer season had ended: That gave me a chance to really take some time out.
Unfortunately, me and Soph split up.
She told me something changed.
She was not sure if we were still sharing the same feelings and I guess she was right.
None the less, I was heartbroken.
That was weird as since the events of earlier that year, I started losing interest in my relationship with her.
Somehow, I took things for granted and she had had enough.
Fair enough though.
It did hurt.
I needed something to distract me.
Especially since my last fight with Soph.
This happened already after we broke up.
She was mad as hell and called me an insensitive bastard or something like that and much more.
I yelled back at her.
Not sure what or even how it started.
I guess the after burn of our break up.
The words cut through the air as sharp knives and threw me off.
I now more than ever needed a distraction.
And so I started looking forward to the summer. I had agreed with my parents that as this was my senior year in high school and hence, I would enjoy an extended summer holiday (College would not start until the end of September), that I could use our summer cottage in the south of the country to enjoy some time off with friends. The initial plan was to go there with Soph. But seen as we broke up, that was not happening anymore.
Mum and dad insisted on three basic ground rules though:
1. No drinking ,
2. No girls and
3. No parties.
I my head, I had taken these to mean:
1. No (excessive) drinking,
2. No(t too many) girls and
3. No(t more than a few) parties.
After all,I just turned 18 at the time.
A boy has to have some fun. I was intent on having some real fun.
Mum did add a final fourth rule though, in private:
4. NO TUGS.
"Of course", I told her. Of course. (is there an emoji that translates liar liar pants on fire?)-.
Part 4 - In the dark.
"mmmppph" I screamed.
There I was.
An 18-year old boy.
Helplessly trussed up against a wooden beam.
Fighting against tight rope work.
Eyes covered by a thick soccer sock, letting through only a faint shimmer of light.
I could barely make out shades of dark and light.
Rendered completely quiet.
Ball gagged with a sock pushed deep into my mouth.
The taste.
Salty and foul.
A soccer sock keeping the ball gag in, and some added tape around my head.
Just for good measure.
Not sure how long I was already tied up like that.
Only thing I know is that I kind of agreed to be subjected to this.
Well, agreed. That is saying much.
But that is for later.
My struggles were absolutely futile.
All the knots were carefully tied out of reach.
How ever much my fingers tried to reach them,I was really not getting out.
It was only now I realised my hands were covered with something.
Socks I guessed.
I could only accept my fate.
Reluctantly.
I could not move a muscle when suddenly I felt someone tugging at the ropes.
I was startled.
Until now, everything seemed to happen in slow motion
But all of a sudden, things went fast.
The soccer sock holding my head against the beam was untied.
My hands were also untied from the beam.
And swiftly retied behind my back before I could react.
Next coils of rope encircled my wrists and were being cinched in between them.
Rope was wrapped around my elbows.
Then pulled together tightly.
"mmmmpph" (what is going on)
All I got was..."ssssssshhhhhh!"
Next, my legs were untied from the beam.
They remained tied together though, ankles, knees, thighs.
"mmmmmppphemmpph"
I was looking for a reaction
Started struggling.
This was unsettling.
What was going on?
With all this sudden movement, I was moving about frantically.
I lost my balance.
Grabbed in time before gravity could do its job.
Two firm hands pushed me back up against the beam.
SMACK
A hand quickly clamped over my gagged mouth.
That same voice, whispering in my ear.
The exhaled air breezing into my ear.
"ssssssshhhhhh!"
I struggled.
Panicked.
"ssssssshhhhhh!"
Another hand ruffling through my hair.
I was breathing heavily through my gag.
"MMPH, MMPH, MMPH, MMPH"
MY heart beating rapidly.
The grip over my mouth stiffening.
"SSSSSSHHHHHH!"
"mmmmmppphemmpph"
Suddenly, I was lifted from the ground. Lifted over someone's shoulder.
Fully panicking by now.
I screamed and screamed into my gag.
Squirmed.
All the while getting nowhere.
"ssssssshhhhhh!"
My muffled cries extremely high pitched.
Like a young teenage boy.
Thrown roughly onto some soft surface - a bed or matrass of some sort I guessed - I did not notice rope begin pulled through my ankle bindings.
More muffled sounds.
The swiftness of the actions I was subjected to and the constant moving and squirming made me feel completely disoriented.
Suddenly my feet were yanked up.
Tied tightly to my elbow and wrists bindings.
A superstrict hogtie.
"ssssssshhhhhh!"
That same hand clamped over my mouth again.
"mmmmmppphemmpph"....."ssssssshhhhhh!"
Next I heard a distinct sound.
"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
"zzz....zzzz...zzzz....."
"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
I was roughly pushed onto my side, my shorts yanked down.
Something touched my dick.
The sound of ripping tape.
Tape pushed against my lower belly fixing this thing.
The top touching the proud end of my rod.
The feeling!....
"MMMPPPHH"
Shorts yanked up again
"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
"zzz....zzzz...zzzz....."
"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
Then footsteps.
Walking away from me.
Lights out.
Literally.
Only the sound.
"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
and the feeling.
CLACK.
A door closed, leaving me in complete darkness....
The insisting buzzing sound continuing.
Then abruptly stopping
THUD!
What the FUCK!