TUG Tales of Malburn Street. (Various)
Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2019 3:46 am
*Disclaimer* This story is gonna be an anthology of various tug based stories. The genders will be put at the beginning of each parts to signify a new story.
Part 1: Tommy’s Treehouse Bondage(M/M)/(F/MM)
June 7th, 1986
It was a nice summer day on Malburn Street. School just ended, and I was planning to have a great time.
My one friend Kyle invited me over for a sleepover in his treehouse. I asked my mom if I could stay over. She was hesitant but ultimately thought nothing bad could come from it, so she agreed.
I packed my backpack with snacks, comics, and a change of clothes. I slid on my sandals, out on a green tank top, and black shorts. Soon I was at Kyle’s House.
He lived the farthest from my house, about nine houses down. “Hey, Tommy.” He bellowed from his treehouse. Kyle wasn’t exactly the cleanest kid, apparent from his dirt covered shirt, ripped shorts, and smelly bare feet.
I head up the ladder, he welcomed me to the treehouse, and said “Now this is how you spend summer.” His treehouse was pretty spacious, at least enough to fit two sleeping bags with extra space for food.
The Time was about 2:30 pm. I was in the middle of a Batman comic, as Kyle was reading Amazing Spider-Man Issue #40. Which includes this iconic cover:
[image]http://www.thegreengoblinshideout.com/_ ... &width=260[/image]
I glanced at the cover and said “Imagine being tied up at that height.” He laughed, than put the comic down and began thinking.
“Hey, can I tie you up ?” He asked. I looked over confused “You want to tie me up ?” He chimes back in “Yeah, like Spider-Man.” He points to the cover.
“I don’t know, it seems kind of weird.” He responded “No, it’s really cool, my old sister used to tie me up all the time.” He grabbed some rope from under his sleeping bag.
Before I could confirm or deny, he turned me around and began tying my hands behind my back. “Uhh, what’s going on ?” As he was tightening them. “Don’t worry, if you get uncomfortable I’ll take them off.” He started wrapping the rope around my arms securing them to my body.
As he was tying the ropes tight, I started feeling nice with the ropes on me. I struggled and they would budge. “Hey, this feels kind of good.” Kyle grinned, he bonded my legs last.
Soon I was securely bound, and I wasn’t hating it. I was tied up alone for an hour before Kyle wanted to be tied too. “Hey, Lana.” He called out.
“What do you want, you little loser ?” A female voice called back. “Just come and tie me up.” He responded.
Kyle’s sister entered the tree house, she was 18 and was gorgeous, though Kyle would disagree. Her long brunette hair was so pretty and complimented her freckles. “Oh, those were words I wanted to hear since last year.”
She came and tied Kyle up the same as me. We were tied up together. We wiggled around and laugh. We felt like we were in the Goonies, getting kidnapped by an evil pirate.
My first foray into tugs was enjoyable aside from every once in a while,when Kyle’s feet would pass my face.
I hoped this summer would get so much better with this new discovery in mind.
Part 1: Tommy’s Treehouse Bondage(M/M)/(F/MM)
June 7th, 1986
It was a nice summer day on Malburn Street. School just ended, and I was planning to have a great time.
My one friend Kyle invited me over for a sleepover in his treehouse. I asked my mom if I could stay over. She was hesitant but ultimately thought nothing bad could come from it, so she agreed.
I packed my backpack with snacks, comics, and a change of clothes. I slid on my sandals, out on a green tank top, and black shorts. Soon I was at Kyle’s House.
He lived the farthest from my house, about nine houses down. “Hey, Tommy.” He bellowed from his treehouse. Kyle wasn’t exactly the cleanest kid, apparent from his dirt covered shirt, ripped shorts, and smelly bare feet.
I head up the ladder, he welcomed me to the treehouse, and said “Now this is how you spend summer.” His treehouse was pretty spacious, at least enough to fit two sleeping bags with extra space for food.
The Time was about 2:30 pm. I was in the middle of a Batman comic, as Kyle was reading Amazing Spider-Man Issue #40. Which includes this iconic cover:
[image]http://www.thegreengoblinshideout.com/_ ... &width=260[/image]
I glanced at the cover and said “Imagine being tied up at that height.” He laughed, than put the comic down and began thinking.
“Hey, can I tie you up ?” He asked. I looked over confused “You want to tie me up ?” He chimes back in “Yeah, like Spider-Man.” He points to the cover.
“I don’t know, it seems kind of weird.” He responded “No, it’s really cool, my old sister used to tie me up all the time.” He grabbed some rope from under his sleeping bag.
Before I could confirm or deny, he turned me around and began tying my hands behind my back. “Uhh, what’s going on ?” As he was tightening them. “Don’t worry, if you get uncomfortable I’ll take them off.” He started wrapping the rope around my arms securing them to my body.
As he was tying the ropes tight, I started feeling nice with the ropes on me. I struggled and they would budge. “Hey, this feels kind of good.” Kyle grinned, he bonded my legs last.
Soon I was securely bound, and I wasn’t hating it. I was tied up alone for an hour before Kyle wanted to be tied too. “Hey, Lana.” He called out.
“What do you want, you little loser ?” A female voice called back. “Just come and tie me up.” He responded.
Kyle’s sister entered the tree house, she was 18 and was gorgeous, though Kyle would disagree. Her long brunette hair was so pretty and complimented her freckles. “Oh, those were words I wanted to hear since last year.”
She came and tied Kyle up the same as me. We were tied up together. We wiggled around and laugh. We felt like we were in the Goonies, getting kidnapped by an evil pirate.
My first foray into tugs was enjoyable aside from every once in a while,when Kyle’s feet would pass my face.
I hoped this summer would get so much better with this new discovery in mind.