THE BONDAGE BUDDIES: ALL TAPED UP (MM/mm)
Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2018 6:41 am
THE BONDAGE BUDDIES: ALL TAPED UP
Receiving a taste of my own medicine was the last thing I expected, especially after seeing how upset Mitch was that Ryan and I had tied up and gagged his youngest son.
But that's exactly what Ryan and I got...a taste of our own medicine.
At first I thought it was fitting that my friend and I be tied up in the same fashion as young Thomas had been tied. But that was BEFORE I realized what my friend's dad and older brother had in store for us.
Let me explain...
Chapter 1 - Getting Into Trouble
It all started out like a typical summer day. I was off school for two months, and like most days during my long summer break, I was over at Ryan's house, playing video games and horsing around in the yard.
Ryan's mom had passed away some time ago, leaving his dad alone to raise him and his two brothers, Thomas and Donovan.
Thomas, or 'Tom' as we called him, was your average ten year old brat.
He was a sweet kid with a big heart, but he was kinda hyperactive and could get a little out of control when left unattended...something which happened a little too often.
Although Ryan and I were both fifteen at the time, we often let young Tom hang around with us when he didn't have his friends over.
Donovan was Ryan's older brother. He was a big, buff, two meter tall, 21-year-old muscle-hunk with a REALLY cocky attitude and a bad reputation.
Although he never picked on me personally - most likely because I was friends with his brother - he used to be a notorious bully back in high school and most of the guys, feared and revered him at the same time.
He was rarely at home though, and when he was, he barely acknowledged me or his younger brothers.
Whereas I could definitely see the family resemblance between Donovan and his dad - both of which were big, strapping, muscular men - Ryan was pretty scrawny. Much like me, he stood at a mere five and a half feet, and couldn't weigh more than 120 pounds.
He probably took from his mother's side.
Anyways, let's get back on track.
I got to my best friend's place by 11 AM and we quickly decided to start the day by playing video games in the basement. We were both pretty good at the games we played and we often ended up tailing each other during tournament results.
Thomas was getting more and more agitated though and was starting to piss off his older brother.
We only had two console controllers and kept telling his to buzz off.
Donovan was out, no doubt playing football or basketball with his buddies, and Mitch was at work, like every other day of the week.
While both of them where away, it was Ryan's job to babysit his younger brother...which was quite a feat, let me tell you.
Usually, Tom had his friends over to play, but unfortunately for us, none of them were able to make it today.
And so, the little brat kept bugging us, asking us to take him to the park, pestering us so that we'd take him to the public pool on the end of the street...something neither of us felt like doing.
Eventually, Tom became SO annoying that Ryan decided we should tie him up to the cushioned office chair in the living room and just put him in front of the TV for the afternoon.
And that's EXACTLY what we did.
Sure, Tom put up a valiant struggle when he understood what was about to happen.
But in the end, Ryan and I proved more than a match for the agitated ten year old and quickly overwhelmed his defences.
"Tape his mouth shut!" Ryan cried as I struggled with the clear packaging tape. The adhesive was really sticky, forcing Ryan to physically hand-gag his younger brother while I fumbled with the big roll of tape.
Tom fought wildly.
At first, he was laughing and giggling...much like any other ten year old would in these circumstances.
But his laughter quickly died out and was replaced with angry grunts when he realized he'd be spending the whole afternoon all taped up to his dad's leather office chair.
His protests came far too late however. With half a roll of packaging tape securing his arms, legs and torso down to the cushioned computer chair, the scrawny little brat wasn't going anywhere.
"Got it!" I finally exclaimed after having fixed the roll of tape and removing the part than had stuck to itself.
Why was I so clumsy at this?
"C'mon Jake, hurry up!" My friend chided, anxious for me to tape his little brother's mouth shut.
I started out by sticking a single strip of tape over the ten year old's mouth. Then added a second strip and finally, a third one. When it became clear to us that a few strips of tape wouldn't suffice and that my improvised gag wouldn't keep the little brat's mouth shut, Ryan just took the tape from me and decided to wrap it all the way around his little brother's head.
"No, don't get it on his hair!" I laughed, pulling young Tom's hoodie up over his head before Ryan wrapped the tape around it.
The little taped up prisoner yelled out in anger, but Ryan just kept going and wrapped the tape around his brother's head ELEVEN TIMES before finally using his teeth to sever the roll.
Soon we had Tom's entire lower face sealed in clear packaging tape.
His words and protests we're completely muffled up into unintelligible grunts and moans.
Mission accomplished!
Ryan and I both laughed our asses off and high-fived each other.
I was about to run back down the stairs so that we could resume playing videos games, but Ryan called my name and told me to watch what he was about to do.
I watched in awe as my friend took off one of his fat DC skater shoes and stuck it right over his younger brother's gagged face.
Tom's face quickly contorted into an expression of horror and disgust at the sight and smell of the approaching sneaker. "Mppppphhh, mppphhhh!" he yelled out, trying to shake his head away from his older brother's stinky, well-worn shoe.
Ryan just laughed and grabbed the roll of tape before taping the sneaker up to the helpless kid's face.
Tom thrashed in the cushioned chair and continued moaning wildly inside his tape muzzle.
Unfortunately for him, there was no escape.
Ryan kept laughing and even went so far as to tape his brother's head to the back of the chair, immobilizing him completely.
"Holy shit!" I chuckled in disbelief.
"Did you just come up with that idea?!" I asked, mesmerized by the fact that poor little Tom was being forced to sniff the inside of his brother's shoe.
"Nope...Donovan did that to me a while ago." Ryan explained, his voice and facial expression quickly changing as he spoke. It was almost as though the mere thought of that experience was souring his mood.
We spent a few minutes teasing Tom, tickling him, making jokes about him and taking pictures with our phones. We even told him we'd be going to the park and spending time at the public pool...just to piss him off even more.
Eventually we just settled for leaving the brat taped up in the living room and quickly ran downstairs to continue our gaming marathon.
I had a lot of trouble focusing though.
For some strange reason, my mind wasn't on video games anymore.
The only thing I could think about, was Ryan's shoes and how he'd so casually taped one of them over his brother's face. Part of me couldn't help but think it was hot.
I was completely mesmerized by it!
But what REALLY freaked me out, was the fact that I wouldn't have minded being in Tom's place right now.
I know! That's weird, right?!
But what can I say? That was honestly the way I felt.
If Ryan and I had known that taping up Tom like that would've landed us into so much trouble, we would've probably thought about it twice before actually doing anything.
Unbeknownst to me, things were about to get pretty "sticky" for my friend and I, later on that day.
Little did I know I'd soon get to experience tenfold what poor little Thomas was going through right now.
You know what they say, right?
What comes around, goes around.
My young, naïve self was about to get a better understanding of those words, and dare I say, it would be a lesson I wouldn't soon forget.
Receiving a taste of my own medicine was the last thing I expected, especially after seeing how upset Mitch was that Ryan and I had tied up and gagged his youngest son.
But that's exactly what Ryan and I got...a taste of our own medicine.
At first I thought it was fitting that my friend and I be tied up in the same fashion as young Thomas had been tied. But that was BEFORE I realized what my friend's dad and older brother had in store for us.
Let me explain...
Chapter 1 - Getting Into Trouble
It all started out like a typical summer day. I was off school for two months, and like most days during my long summer break, I was over at Ryan's house, playing video games and horsing around in the yard.
Ryan's mom had passed away some time ago, leaving his dad alone to raise him and his two brothers, Thomas and Donovan.
Thomas, or 'Tom' as we called him, was your average ten year old brat.
He was a sweet kid with a big heart, but he was kinda hyperactive and could get a little out of control when left unattended...something which happened a little too often.
Although Ryan and I were both fifteen at the time, we often let young Tom hang around with us when he didn't have his friends over.
Donovan was Ryan's older brother. He was a big, buff, two meter tall, 21-year-old muscle-hunk with a REALLY cocky attitude and a bad reputation.
Although he never picked on me personally - most likely because I was friends with his brother - he used to be a notorious bully back in high school and most of the guys, feared and revered him at the same time.
He was rarely at home though, and when he was, he barely acknowledged me or his younger brothers.
Whereas I could definitely see the family resemblance between Donovan and his dad - both of which were big, strapping, muscular men - Ryan was pretty scrawny. Much like me, he stood at a mere five and a half feet, and couldn't weigh more than 120 pounds.
He probably took from his mother's side.
Anyways, let's get back on track.
I got to my best friend's place by 11 AM and we quickly decided to start the day by playing video games in the basement. We were both pretty good at the games we played and we often ended up tailing each other during tournament results.
Thomas was getting more and more agitated though and was starting to piss off his older brother.
We only had two console controllers and kept telling his to buzz off.
Donovan was out, no doubt playing football or basketball with his buddies, and Mitch was at work, like every other day of the week.
While both of them where away, it was Ryan's job to babysit his younger brother...which was quite a feat, let me tell you.
Usually, Tom had his friends over to play, but unfortunately for us, none of them were able to make it today.
And so, the little brat kept bugging us, asking us to take him to the park, pestering us so that we'd take him to the public pool on the end of the street...something neither of us felt like doing.
Eventually, Tom became SO annoying that Ryan decided we should tie him up to the cushioned office chair in the living room and just put him in front of the TV for the afternoon.
And that's EXACTLY what we did.
Sure, Tom put up a valiant struggle when he understood what was about to happen.
But in the end, Ryan and I proved more than a match for the agitated ten year old and quickly overwhelmed his defences.
"Tape his mouth shut!" Ryan cried as I struggled with the clear packaging tape. The adhesive was really sticky, forcing Ryan to physically hand-gag his younger brother while I fumbled with the big roll of tape.
Tom fought wildly.
At first, he was laughing and giggling...much like any other ten year old would in these circumstances.
But his laughter quickly died out and was replaced with angry grunts when he realized he'd be spending the whole afternoon all taped up to his dad's leather office chair.
His protests came far too late however. With half a roll of packaging tape securing his arms, legs and torso down to the cushioned computer chair, the scrawny little brat wasn't going anywhere.
"Got it!" I finally exclaimed after having fixed the roll of tape and removing the part than had stuck to itself.
Why was I so clumsy at this?
"C'mon Jake, hurry up!" My friend chided, anxious for me to tape his little brother's mouth shut.
I started out by sticking a single strip of tape over the ten year old's mouth. Then added a second strip and finally, a third one. When it became clear to us that a few strips of tape wouldn't suffice and that my improvised gag wouldn't keep the little brat's mouth shut, Ryan just took the tape from me and decided to wrap it all the way around his little brother's head.
"No, don't get it on his hair!" I laughed, pulling young Tom's hoodie up over his head before Ryan wrapped the tape around it.
The little taped up prisoner yelled out in anger, but Ryan just kept going and wrapped the tape around his brother's head ELEVEN TIMES before finally using his teeth to sever the roll.
Soon we had Tom's entire lower face sealed in clear packaging tape.
His words and protests we're completely muffled up into unintelligible grunts and moans.
Mission accomplished!
Ryan and I both laughed our asses off and high-fived each other.
I was about to run back down the stairs so that we could resume playing videos games, but Ryan called my name and told me to watch what he was about to do.
I watched in awe as my friend took off one of his fat DC skater shoes and stuck it right over his younger brother's gagged face.
Tom's face quickly contorted into an expression of horror and disgust at the sight and smell of the approaching sneaker. "Mppppphhh, mppphhhh!" he yelled out, trying to shake his head away from his older brother's stinky, well-worn shoe.
Ryan just laughed and grabbed the roll of tape before taping the sneaker up to the helpless kid's face.
Tom thrashed in the cushioned chair and continued moaning wildly inside his tape muzzle.
Unfortunately for him, there was no escape.
Ryan kept laughing and even went so far as to tape his brother's head to the back of the chair, immobilizing him completely.
"Holy shit!" I chuckled in disbelief.
"Did you just come up with that idea?!" I asked, mesmerized by the fact that poor little Tom was being forced to sniff the inside of his brother's shoe.
"Nope...Donovan did that to me a while ago." Ryan explained, his voice and facial expression quickly changing as he spoke. It was almost as though the mere thought of that experience was souring his mood.
We spent a few minutes teasing Tom, tickling him, making jokes about him and taking pictures with our phones. We even told him we'd be going to the park and spending time at the public pool...just to piss him off even more.
Eventually we just settled for leaving the brat taped up in the living room and quickly ran downstairs to continue our gaming marathon.
I had a lot of trouble focusing though.
For some strange reason, my mind wasn't on video games anymore.
The only thing I could think about, was Ryan's shoes and how he'd so casually taped one of them over his brother's face. Part of me couldn't help but think it was hot.
I was completely mesmerized by it!
But what REALLY freaked me out, was the fact that I wouldn't have minded being in Tom's place right now.
I know! That's weird, right?!
But what can I say? That was honestly the way I felt.
If Ryan and I had known that taping up Tom like that would've landed us into so much trouble, we would've probably thought about it twice before actually doing anything.
Unbeknownst to me, things were about to get pretty "sticky" for my friend and I, later on that day.
Little did I know I'd soon get to experience tenfold what poor little Thomas was going through right now.
You know what they say, right?
What comes around, goes around.
My young, naïve self was about to get a better understanding of those words, and dare I say, it would be a lesson I wouldn't soon forget.