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Part 1 - What the f...

For those of you who have not yet read the prelude to this story, please look for the Self tie Chapter 1 and 2 under the true stories for everyone section.

Setting the scene - in a seriously weird chain of events, I found myself tied tightly to a wooden bench in one of the private changing rooms in the sports complex where my soccer team was playing a home game.

I was wearing our team kit, with red adidas soccer socks with white stripes. My team mate Chris was wearing my goalie kit, with thigh high white soccer goalie socks he took from me earlier that afternoon, only to find himself chair hogtied and ball gagged in that same changing room. I meanwhile had been tied tightly to the bench by my other team mate Tom and a player from the visitor's team called Seb.

With my red soccer socks pulled up thigh high, my legs were affixed to the bench, so was my upper body. Tom had put a ball gag in my mouth, tightly secured in with his two red soccer socks tied around my head. Seb had finished the job, taping my head to the bench and blindfolding me with what I guessed, where his mud stained white soccer socks.

Just then, while I lay there tied more tightly than ever before and unable to move a single muscle, I felt a hand softly going through my hair and then moving down my body.... softly stroking my meanwhile very stiff cock.

For the sake of context, Chris, my soccer team mate and bondage buddy, was straight as an arrow. Tom was gay and did not make a secret off it. The entire team knew. Seb, I had never met before so I had no idea. I meanwhile, was confused. I knew I liked girls but also could get incredibly turned on by the sight of a pretty boy in soccer kit, preferably with socks either slightly or very high pulled up over the knee. Do not know why. Still do not. It just is.

When I saw Seb sitting in the changing room, back against the wall, one sock pulled up over his knee and smiling at me, it turned me on like crazy.

Now, I was completely at Tom and Seb's mercy. I could not see, not move nor say a thing.

"Mmmmmppph" I grunted, while I felt this hand softly stroking my hard cock.

"mmmmpppph"

"Tu aimes ca, n'es-ce pas" -
you like this, don't you, I heard Seb say.

"mmmmppphh" I moaned softly while he kept stroking my dick.

"J'ai vu comment tu m'observait"
I saw how you were looking at me.

His strokes became harder and harder. He grabbed my dick through my shorts and started jerking.

"mmmmph"
"mmmph"
"mmmph"

I grunted and moaned and got more and more excited. I was starting to loose it.
I could not move a thing, not relax my body at all.
The way I was tied to bench hurt like hell yet the feeling he gave me was exhilarating.

Then suddenly, he stopped.

I was almost ready to come.

I let out a big "MMMMPPH" through my gag.

"Stop teasing him" I heard Tom say, while I was trying to catch my breath.

I was trying to relax, catching my breath, as you may have experienced before yourself, breathing heavily through my nose. In and out. In and out. Trying to allow my body to relax, flex my muscles. Almost impossible.

I heard movement. Then mmmphing. That must be Chris.

All I could do was listen attentively.

His mmphing got heavier and heavier.
Heavier and heavier.

His breathing did too.

Then for quite a while, ....nothing.

Then a big MMMMMMPPPPHH.

Then silence returned.

"Let's let him out" I heard Tom say after a while

"I hope you learned your lesson now" Tom said.

Next, I heard tape being ripped. They seemed to be untying Chris.

"FUCK YOU GUYS!!!" I heard Chris shout.

"You are TOO weird"....

"Help me untie my feet"

"This is ...."

"Fuck.."

"This is messed up, you guys are messed up".... Chris shouted.

"I will..."

"I will get you for this..."

"No you will not" Tom replied calmly.

"Shit" Chris again.

"Shit shit shit" "Damn you Tom".

Then nothing again.

After a few moments of silence, I heard Chris ask
"And what about him?" clearly referring to me.

"Don't worry about him" Tom replied.

"He is in good hands"

"Mmmmmpph" I tried to interject.

"Tais-toi"
Shut Up Seb replied, grabbing my chin with his hand.

"On est pas encore termine"
We are not done yet.

"We will talk about this Tom, this is not over yet" Chris shouted again.

"Allez, sort"
Come on, get out Seb again.

With that, I heard the changing room door open. It was slammed shut.

Damn. I was now alone in the room with Tom and Seb. Unable to see, speak or move. My soccer shorts still bulging.

"Le voila"
Now then Seb picked up again.

"On va s'amuser un peu non, hein?"
LetÄ's have some fun no?

"Go easy on him" Tom said.
"I know he has some experience but not that much"

" Ca va, ca va,"
ok, ok Seb replied.

I was terrified. What were they going to do with me? To me?

"Je croix qu'il a quand meme un peu d'experience"
I think he does have some experience Seb continued.

"Et en plus, tu as vu la facon dont il me regardait ?"
And did you see the way he looked at me before?

"I saw that but I do not think he has that kind of experience" Tom reasoned.

"He likes girls".

"Vraiment?"
Really?

"Alors, explique-moi ca"
Then explain this to me Seb said, whilst he grabbed my dick again.

"MMMMMppph!!!"

"To vois?"
You see?

"That is not what I mean!" Tom now protested.

"I mean that you should not expect him to enjoy this the way we do" he further tried explaining.

"Mais, c'est just un peu jouer"
I am just playing a bit Seb tried to explain.

He had kept my dick firmly in his hands.

He now let go. I then felt him lifting up my shorts and grabbing my dick again. I felt his warm hand on my stiff cock and almost came again. The surprise.

"Ok, but please go easy on him". "Only when you can tell he likes it ok?".

"Is this ok Mats" Tom now asked.

I did not know what to answer. I really did not.

Seb squeezed my dick really hard.

"MMMMppph".

"Je pense qu'il veut dire oui"
I think he wants to say yes...
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by now, I was aching for release - both down there as from the ropes that kept me firmly in place.

It was not to be...
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Long socks, bondage, edging, what's not to like?
Continue, please...
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Yeah, please do continue
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Part 2 - Tom

"Let him be" Tom now shouted at Seb.
"You are taking this too far"

"Sorry Mats, this is not what I had in mind" Tom continued.

"Mmmmph"

"Mais, c'est quoi ca?!?"
What is this ?!?
"Ce n'est qu'un peu d'amusement"
We are just having a bit of fun here"
Seb protested, still holding on firmly to my boner.

Under my soccer shorts, he was slowly moving his hand over my knob, back and forth.

"mmmmmppph"

I wanted to move badly but the ropes held me tightly in place.

Seb knew what he was doing. And I was completely at his mercy.

"I need a quick break" Tom told Seb.
"Don't do anything stupid"

He does not notice I panicked.

"MMMMPPPH" I tried to get Tom's attention.

"And get your hand off his dick!"
"I mean it"

"ok, ok" Seb replied. With that, he let go of my dick again.
Just in time as I was about to explode from the soft throbbing he had continued whilst being scolded by Tom.

With that, I heard Tom leave the room, at least It thought he did.

A thousands thoughts were racing through my head.
How did I end up in this situation.
Why did no-one come looking for me?
What time was it?
How was this all possible whilst my team was playing a game only a few meters away from here.
If they still were.
No idea what time it was.
Why did no-one seem to miss Tom, or Chris, or Seb.
Was this changing room also normally not being used by one of the umpires, referees?
How long had I been tied up for.
Why did I like this so much.
Why did I enjoy what Seb was doing to me.
Did I like boys after all?
Or still girls but also boys when in bondage????
Did that make sense??
And what about this over the knee soccer sock fetish
Why did I like wearing my soccer socks thigh high.
Why was it all I could think of.
I should stop wearing them underneath my day clothes to school (I often did - still do today underneath my suit :D
Did Tom and Seb have a thing.
Were they an item.
Did Chris know.
Why did Chris initially tie up Tom.
The questions kept on coming and coming and coming until...

My soccer shorts were yanked down and I felt the warm soft touch of lips on the tip of my still erect cock.

A pair of soft lips started exploring every area of my hard shaft and soon thereafter, I felt the warm wet feeling of a tongue.

Licking.
Up
Down
Up
Down

"MMMMPPH"

I freaked out and started loudly shouting into my gag.
I tried to break out of my bonds and started desperately fighting the ropes.

This was quickly becoming too much to handle.
I panicked.
Big time.

The ropes dug deep into my body as I fought with all the strength I had left against what was happening.
Trying to black it out.

It was the weirdest sensation.
I remember becoming super aware of every sensation.
My shin guards.
The sock straps.
My ankle guards digging into the soles of my feet.
My socks pulled up thigh high.
The ropes around my wrists.
The ropes holding my knees, and shins and ankles into place.
The ball gag.
The soccer sock tied around my eyes.
The ropes around my upper chest.
The upper arm bindings.

I tried to imagine getting out.

I was tied too tightly to that bench - there was no slack in the ropes at all.

"mmmmmmmppphhhhhhhh"
"mmmmppphhH"
"mpppmmmppmmmpphmpmmmpppmmmphp"

I frantically tried to shout for help.

It must have looked really weird - as - in my head - it felt like I was squirming and struggling like hell and getting somewhere.

Where as in fact, I just lay there still, tied and mummified crocheted to the bench in a small room next to a sports field.

All the while, I felt the distinctive movements of a proper blow job.
I only ever had one before.
A summer holiday soccer camp fling in Italy.
I was 16 at the time.

She wanted to show me she knew her stuff.
It was my first time (blow job).
It wasn't very good but still.

This was different. This was good.
Really good.

"mmmmppph"

Was this Seb?
Or Tom?

I could feel an orgasm building up fast now.
I tried fighting it.
Not sure why.

Then ...





"WHAT THE FUCK - SEB !!! GODDAMN YOU !!!.

Tom must have come back in.

All I could hear was the unsettling sound of a fight.

My dick now laying exposed and me wanting to come so baaaaaad!!!
It felt like I could a explode for a thousand years but was not allowed release.

"CALME TOI TOM" I heard Seb shout back.
"PUTIN KET"
Calm down Tom. Fuck you bastard.

"POURQUOI TU AS FAIS CA CONNARD"
What did you do that for dickhead

"mmmpppph"
"mmmmmmmmmmmpph"

I tried catching my breath again.
Breathing heavily now through my nose as my heartbeat started to normalize again.

This was just too much.

"MMMMMMPPPPPPH"

I tried getting their attention but they were too busy bickering.
I could hear them argue but it was all in French, more specifically, in a Brussels dialect I could follow under normal circumstances but now, I could simply not concentrate. The discussion that ensued between Tom and Seb simply escaped me.

After a while, their voices calmed and I could even swear I heard them kissing.

This confused me even more.

Whatever it did, I now wanted to be released so badly (from my bonds that is) I started shouting again.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHH"

My cries were being disregarded as I took in even more kissing sounds - or so I imagined. Still not sure what I heard.

Then suddenly, without any warning, I felt my dick being taking inside someones mouth again.
The feeling was overwhelming. I cannot really find words to describe how it feels to be tied up like I was, gagged like I was, the feeling of being completely helpless, unable to move, speak or see at all, the mixture of panic, confusion and excitement at the same time.

The sucking got more intense by the second, I remember vividly to this day. It was irregular, soft then hard - all over the place and then focused , followed by a slowly increasing rhythm of throbs. Somehow, to this day, I still remember the exact feelings - details - sensations as if it happened in slow-motion.
I can still feel it. The tongue and mouth going up and down, up and down, speeding up, up and down, up, up, up, up, up Up, Up, U, UP UP UPUPUPUPUPUP.....


UP


UP



then

a pauze


I could feel the explosion within building.


It was all I was aware of.
It grew
and grew
and grew until.

I felt one touch of a tongue on the top of my dick and then

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH"



My orgasm was so hard, it felt as if it would go on forever. I came as I had never come before ( and never have come afterwards).

My body and mind exhilarated.

Release had finally come.

Another lick of a tongue. Another suck. I felt a hand grabbing my still erect cock.

I came again!!
Or maybe it was still the continuation of my first orgasm, I am not sure.

The feeling....

"mmmmmmppph"
"mmmpppppphph"

I must have groaned through my gag like crazy. Don't really remember that part very well. All I can still remember from that specific moment is the extraordinary intense orgasm I had.

My body now ready to relax.
Aching to be set free.

Slowly becoming aware of the fact I was still tightly tied down to a bench. Gagged and blindfolded.

Actual release would only come later.
Much later.

Much much later.
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Wow.
Finale indeed. Well written, and very hot.
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I agree, very hot indeed
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Very good and hot, indeed!
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That's really hot, and it captures perfectly the feelings you have when you orgasm without being able to do anything about it yourself. It truly is the finale to your story. :D

The complete helplessness Mats while bound, gagged and blindfolded is driving him crazy (understandably) when Tom and Seb start to argue with each other.
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harveygasson wrote: 5 years ago Wow what a post!
Thanks to all [mention]Canuck100[/mention] [mention]MaxRoper[/mention] @J[mention]Jack87[/mention] @Sniffmyfeet @harveygasson for the nice feedback.

Unfortunately or fortunately for me (depends on how you look at it :D ) Seb and Tom were not quite finished with me yet.

I hope to find some time soon to continue sharing what happened next.
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[mention]overkneesoccersocks[/mention] you're welcome. Looking forward to the next part
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More please!
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Wow, story almost as intense as his orgasm
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Part 3 - the aftermath with Tom

I was breathing heavily through my gag.
Trying to relax.

It was completely dark.
Pitch black.
I could not see a thing.
Blindfolded with Seb's white soccer socks.

I could only feel the lingering sensations of my immense orgasm.
My body now aching to relax.
I could not.

Realizing I was still tightly tied and gagged, I grunted softly into my gag, begging for release.

I mppphed, asking Tom and Seb, begging them, pleading them to let me go.

My soccer shorts stuck to my still half erect wet dick.
My body, bathing in sweat from fighting the ropes pinning me down to the bench.
My breathing, restless.
My mind, racing.
My mouth, dry.
My soccer socks, soaked.

The straps of my shin guards were digging into my calves.
The ropes keeping me tightly in place, started to be really uncomfortable.

I started to shake and twist, and squirm.
Mmphing louder and louder into the with red soccer socks covered ball gag.

Pulling the ropes, twisting and turning, trying to kick up my legs, pulling against the ropes pinning my arms to the underside of the bench I was tied to.
I could not move an inch.
Fighting my bonds violently.
Shouting loudly through my gag.

"MMMPPPH"
"MMMMMMPPPPH"

"Sssshhhhht" Tom pushed his hand hard onto my gagged mouth.

"Be quiet"
"Relax"
"It is all right", he continued.

I continued squirming.

"Try not to fight it"

"Sshhhht".

"You will have to stay tied up for a while" he whispered into my ear, removing his hand from my gagged mouth.
"You just look so hot, tied up like this"...
"It would be a shame to let you go now"

I could feel his breath softly blowing into my ear.

"MMMMMPPPHH" (get me out of these bonds) - I tried to interject.
Yet his hand clamped down on my mouth again
"mmmmmpph".

I felt some tugging at the ropes. I felt the ropes pinning my bound legs to the bench were being untied.
The tape securing my gagged mouth to the bench was also removed.
Slowly, I could feel I was able to move my legs and head a bit more.
What a relief!

"Now" Tom continued "I am going to untie you from the bench, but you are going to stay tied up for a little while longer. If you are going to make this difficult, I will have to retie you to the bench again, understood?".

"Nod yes if you understand"
"Mmpph" I nodded.

"Good boy, Mats".

In complete silence, Tom continued untying me from the bench. My legs were still tied together but no longer affixed to the wooden bench. Same for my head.

I remember feeling ecstatic about regaining some freedom of movement.

"Now, I am going to untie your arms and hands, but again, If you try something, punishment will be swift".

I had been tied up for some time now. I was in no position to fight or resist at all.
My brain somehow had switched in complete submission mode. Even if I had wanted to, I do not think I would have been able to do anything to further my release.
Being able to move somewhat was already a big step forward.
Accepting my faith for now, I decided as any submissive captive does, to comply in the hope I would be released soon.

I had no idea what time it was, how long I had been tied up for. The chain of events seemed to have happened in a flash.

Was this real?

Tom continued to unbind my arms and hands. A sigh of relief from my side for what was to be a temporary and partial release.

"Try to move a bit and get your blood flowing. Usually it helps if you rub your wrists a bit" Tom advised.

I brought my arms forward and started rubbing my wrists. Fighting my bonds had probably left some rope marks. At least that is how it felt.

He proceeded taking of the blindfold.

My eyes started adjusting to the light.

I could not see Seb anymore.
There was only Tom and me.

"mmmph?" (Where is Seb?)

"What?" Tom asked.

"mmmph?" (where is Seb?) my eyes searching for Seb, my hands still rubbing my wrists.

"oh, Seb!"
"Is that what you are asking?"

"mmph"(yes)

"He left". "The game finished. Do not know who won.
I think he has joined his team in the cafeteria. They will be leaving soon I guess".

The game is finished?. That means I have been tied up for almost 2 hours at least.

I bent forward and started rubbing my still tightly bound legs wiggling my toes.
Enjoying the sensation of movement again.

I desperately wanted to know what was going to happen to me next, but resisted the urge to take off my gag and simply ask.

I looked at Tom and pointed at my gag.

"mmmmpph???" (can we take it off for a while)?

"No". Tom replied sternly.
"The gag stays in".
"We are not done yet".

"mmpph???" (pleeeeeease).
Praying with my hands and eyes...

"I want to talk with you Mats" Tom continued.

"mmmpph?" (talk? I am gagged). I pointed at my gag again.

"I said I want to talk." He said.

While we were, chatting... well while Tom was talking, he had helped me to get up and sat me up on the bench.
He now pulled my arms again behind my back, retying my wrists with a few loops of rope, cinching the knots in between my wrists. He also added a simple elbow tie to ensure movement was limited to a minimum. I simply let him tie me up again. The urge to resist completely suppressed.

"You know..." he continued "...that I am..."

"mmmph" (I do) I cut him short.

Tom now proceeded to untie my legs. He slowly and softly undid the ropes, binding my thighs, knees, calves and ankles. Each time pulling the rope slowly, stroking his hand over the soccer socks pulled up over my knees and up to my thighs.

He looked up at me. Stared straight into my eyes, while he kept stroking my legs.

"You know" he said, "I have always had a crush on you".
"With you tied up and gagged like this, I feel safe to tell you".
"At least you cannot say anything back"

"Each time we play soccer and I see you stepping up onto the pitch, with your socks pulled up so high, I get really horny".

"Even more so when you are getting ready in the changing room. When you start pulling up your socks, so sexy".

He paused for a while.
He untied the ropes holding my knees together.
Softly running his fingers over my socked knees.

"You know Mats, " he said
"You know, I was sure you were into boys and then, I saw you with this girl, do not even remember her name"

"I do not get it"

He now started to untie my ankles.

"You like this, clearly"
"What just happened....."

"I got carried away"

"Are you angry with me?"

He undid the last bits of rope holding my ankles together.

"Stand up" he ordered.

I complied.

"Forget what I said."
"I am sorry Mats."
"I hope you are not angry with me"

He took my cleats from my bag and started to put them onto my feet.
Tying the laces rather strict.

"I just got carried away"
"Really carried away".

I looked at him.
Confused.
Gagged.
Tied.
Smiling.

The look in my eyes probably comforted him.
My mouth still covered by soccer socks.

"I see" he said, as if he understood.
"That's a relief".

He started to gather the rope that he used to tie up my legs with and put it into his soccer bag.

I just stood there, tied and gagged. Looking confused.

"never thought of doing anything about it, until that day Chris called me up telling me he had a surprise for me".

"And what a surprise".
"You, tied up and gagged in your bedroom, in soccer kit, socks pulled up"

"He told me you tied yourself up. I realized then and there that at least we shared something.
I have been into tying up for a long time. Usually I do the tying up. Do not like to be tied up myself. You do. Clearly.
Then I met Seb, and our tie up games were taken to a new level".

"I really hope you are not mad at me."
"We were just fooling around you know."

Once Tom started talking, he could go on for hours.
I was simply stood there, hands and elbows tied, securely gagged, while Tom was having a conversation with me.

"I do not know whether if I untie you now, you will ever let me tie you up again.
I would like to tie you up again but right now, you would probably say anything to be released" Tom smiled.

I looked at Tom with the biggest puppy eyes I could muster, turning around and offering him my bound wrists.
"mmmppph? (Pretty please?)

"Beg harder Mats" he smiled.

"You need to beg harder"
His voice suddenly turned nasty.
He pushed me back and ruffled through my hair.

He untied the two red soccer soccer socks tied around the ball gag.
He unlocked it, pulled it even tighter and locked it again.
He then retied the two soccer socks again, tightly.

"This pretty boy is tied up and gagged"
"And all mine"

"mmmpphh!!". (What the hell??)

I did not understand the sudden change in mood.

Next thing I know, Tom opened the door of the changing room, looked out and then pushed me out violently.
He pushed me to the building's back exit, passed the changing rooms, my cleats clacking on the stone floor.

Pushing open the fire exit, he took my bound arms and pulled me through the door out in the open, past a small stone outbuilding he directed me to where I had left my bike earlier that day.

"On your knees" he ordered in a stern voice.
He kicked softly with his knees into the back of mine and instinctively, I went down.
He quickly tied my ankles together, tight but not overly tight and connected the ankle rope to my wrist rope and then tied that rope to the bike rack.

"You wait here, I will be back" he said.

Whilst walking back, he suddenly stopped and turned.

"Sometimes it is better to ask for forgiveness then asking for permission" he said with a devilish look on his face, before walked back to the building.
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Again, another great chapter. Can't wait for the next part.
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Part 4 - Humiliated

Tom left me tied up to the bike rack. Sat on my knees, ankles and wrists tied, there was little I could do.
It was also extremely uncomfortable. Even with my soccer socks pulled over my knees, I felt the gravel piercing through. I tried shifting my knees but that only made it worse.

"Mmmmpph!" (damn you Tom)

Why did he take me outside?

The bike storage area was somewhat out of sight, yet I counted 10 other bikes there. Probably most of them from boys from my soccer team. I understood that most of them were having a drink in the cafeteria. But any time now, someone could come over to collect their bike.

Why did Tom leave me here?

"I see you did not try any funny games"

"mmmpph!" (this hurts)

Tom had returned, carrying his soccer bag.

"Let's go Mats".

He untied the rope from the bike rack and my wrist rope and untied my ankles.
Lifting me up, he pushed me forward, towards the second soccer pitch.
This pitch was located at the back of the cafeteria building but right in front of the bike rack.

"One more ordeal left for you" Tom smirked.

"You must be getting tired from being tied up all the time I imagine"
"That will be sorted soon enough!"

"Or not..." Tom smilingly finished his sentence.

I threw him an angry look.
"mmmmpph" (What the hell) I tried to say.
What the hell was this.

Tom grabbed my right arm firmly and guided me forwards.

"Yeah yeah" I know, Tom replied.

"It will soon become clear" he added, while he kept pulling me .

Towards the pitch.
It started to dawn on me.
He was going to leave me tied up in plain sight.
No no no.

I quickly threw a glance at Tom and then went for it.

I broke free from his grip and started running as fast as I could. Away from Tom.
Running whilst tied and gagged.
Not a good idea.
I soon found out.

"OOoh no you don't" Tom threw his soccer bag on the ground and initiated the pursuit.

By now I had reached the pitch and had started crossing it.
If only I could make it to the trees on the other side, I could dive into the forest and try to hide.

I had always been able to outrun Tom.
But that was usually without my hands tied behind my back.

In true soccer style, Tom went for it and carried out a perfect tackle.
I stumbled over his legs and went down.
I hit the ground hard, not being able to put my hands forward. I tried rolling onto the pitch to break my fall.
Unsuccessfully. I went down hard, face down into the grass.

"MMMMPPPHH!" (Aaaauuuuuch)

"Then don't run away, Mats" Tom simply said.

I quickly tried to get back up again.
Tom pinned me down hard.
He threw himself onto me like a professional wrestler and sat on my back.

"Stay down Mats" he said while he pushed his arm into my neck, pushing my face down hard.
"Stay down" he repeated.

I tried kicking with my legs, but he had the upper hand.
He got up and pulled me with his arms under my armpits towards the center of the pitch.

I kept struggling and kicking my legs but to no avail.

Tom took the piece of rope he used earlier to secure me to the bike rack.
He looped it around my legs and tied my ankles. not tight, but good enough so I could not pull a stunt like that again.

"There, now try running away again" he challenged me.

He put his hands under my arms again and dragged me to the center spot of the soccer pitch and threw me hard onto the white chalked center dot.

He left me there while he went back to collect his soccer bag.

I kept cursing him through my gag non stop and tried wiggling away.

He quickly came back and dragged me back and pushed me down again into the white chalk.
"Eat chalk Mats"
"Now stay".

He took hold of my neck and pushed my face hard into the chalked spot again.

"MMMMMPPPH!" (FUCK YOU TOM).

"Shut up Mats. This is going to happen!".

He loosened the knots of my ankle ties, pulled the ropes tight and retied them. Looping the rope first around and then in between my ankles. He tied them well. Very well.

He then took out more rope from his soccer bag. He turned me over and pushed my cleats back, arching my knees and started tying my upper legs. Above and below the knees while he pushed onto my cleats with his knees.

"You know Mats, this is the finale that Chris and I had had in mind" he said whilst tying my knees tightly in the same way he had tied my ankles, loops around and then in between my legs.

"It would have been a shame not to grant you this last humiliation" Tom said, while he kept looping ever more rope around my legs and now thighs as well.

He pulled my socks further up,pulling them really high. They looked like soccer sock tights now.

He turned me over again and now proceeded to tie my cleats together. He looped the rope in between the studs of my cleats so that I would not be able to wiggle the rope of my feet. He then tied the same rope in between my cleats and pulled my legs up. He looped the remainder of the rope around each of the ties keeping my lower legs together. He then pushed my legs down again and took out another piece of rope which he laid down next to me.

"This will hurt a bit at first but I will make sure your circulation is not cut off", he announced as a doctor about to perform a painful manipulation.

He first untied the knots of my elbow tie and then proceeded to tighten the couple of loops of rope keeping my elbows in check tighter. Very tight. He pulled my elbows close. Very close.
They almost touched.

"MMMppph". (that hurts).

"I know it hurts" he replied, as if he had understood my muffled cry.

He then cinched the elbow tie.

"There.
"How does that feel?".
"Too tight?".
"MMMppph".
"Good".

Tom was behaving very cocky.
Very bossy.
I had never seen this part of Tom.
It was as if something had set him free.

Methodically, he then tied another rope around my elbow tie and brought that over my shoulders, looping it around that same rope in front and bringing it back again, before cinching it behind my back.

"Hogties should not be too comfortable" he added.

"MMMppph". (you are a real bastard you know that Tom).

He then tied a new piece of rope in between my ankles and cinched it, before looping it through my elbow harness tie and pulled up my legs. No, he yanked them up.

This must have been the tightest hogtie I had ever been in. He pulled it extremely tight before knotting it off.
He used several loops to make sure there would not be any slack in the hogtie.

"MMMMppphh!"
"MMMMppphh!"
"MMMMppphh!"
I knew what was coming.

Next, he took a smaller piece of rope and tied my wrist tie to the hogtie rope. No chance of getting out at all.

"MMMMppphh!"

"Such a shame I have to leave you now. I wish that we could have more time together" Tom laid down next to me. Our faces were very close. His hand was on my bottom. He was softly stroking it. I instantly got hard.

His hand now moved down to my leg where he pulled my socks up again before bringing his hand up again and patting me on the butt.

All this time, he kept looking me straight in the eyes.

His hand now moved up to my neck. He started stroking it very gently.
Massaging it.
His face moved closer.

Next thing I knew, Tom was softly kissing me in the neck.
His lips moved softly over my neck giving me an even harder boner.
He kept kissing me and now his hand went over my head and pushed my cheek towards him.

He kissed me straight on the mouth through the soccer socks keeping the ball gag in place.
It was a long kiss. His hand now softly stroking my hair.

When he stopped kissing me, I could see his eyes were closed.
He was taking in the moment.

"Let me check something" he now said, winking at me.

He turned onto his left shoulder and with his left hand, he pushed up my stomach and moved his hand into my soccer shorts. I could feel his hand grabbing my boner.

"Yep, do not get this at all." he said.

"That," Tom said "we will have to explore a bit more later. Not now".

He let go of my dick and stood up.
He squatted down one last time and patted me on the back.

"There you go Mats".
"It has been fun".

"MMMMppphh!"
"MMMMppphh!"
"MMMMppphh!"
(don't leave me here like this you asshole)

He took out a folded pair of clean black soccer socks and tied both of the socks in front of my eyes.

"MMMMppphh!"
(really Tom, don't leave me here)

"Shhht Mats, if no one comes to help you get out, I will, but not for another hour or so. Maybe even more" he added.

"MMMMppphh!"
(Fuck you)

"Enjoy".

I was still shouting loudly.

Squirming frantically.

"MMMMppphh!"
"MMMMppphh!"
"MMMMppphh!"
"MMMMppphh!"
"MMMMppphh!"

Then it went silent.

He had actually left me there.
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Post by Jack87 »

That's quite a stunt he pulled on you. It sure makes me wondering what's going to happen next.
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Do let me know what you think so far! As I mentioned in Chapter one, I have given myself some editorial freedom in terms of dialogue but have tried to stay as close as possible to the events that happened. It has taken me quite some time to write this down, as the events took place quite a while ago but more importantly, as they had quite an impact on me and it actually took me some time to process it all.

Let me know if you wish to find out what happened next!
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I would be delighted to find out what happens next, if I'm honest I'm starting to think I had an incredibly dull series of teenage years in comparison to the numerous far more interesting teenage adventures featured here.
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Thanks! This was a very exceptional experience indeed.

It only happened once unfortunately, as I have very fond memories of it.

I had more subsequent tie up fun with Tom and Chris, but never to this extent. After this, it took quite a while before we did an TUG's again.
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Pure brilliance that's all that can be said!
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Mmm... tied up in plain sight... :D something tells me that you will not be in the soccer pitch anymore when he comes back. We’ll have to wait-and-see I guess! Don’t make us wait too long!

Well done !
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I’ve been following this story since part one and I’ve been refreshing the site every day hoping for more continuation. I honestly love this so much from the PG stuff to the Adult stuff. Very hot indeed.
Congratulations as was previously said for a great story and excellent feedback! I hope to one day write as good as this.
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Wow. What an impressive life you’ve led, and what an amazing storyteller. :)
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