01 - I Didn't Expect To Lose
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By barefootethan
Barefootethan was an early member of the old site. he didn't stay long nor write much, but what he did write was very popular among readers at the time, and so i am reprinting his stories here.
I Didn’t Expect to Lose
Part 1 of ???
[This story is FICTIONAL, all a figment of my overactive imagination!]
Hi there, I’m Ethan. I’m 15, turn 16 in a couple months, and I’m gonna be a Junior at Woods High this fall, where I’m a member of the Cross-Country and Soccer teams. I’m 5’10, with a runner’s body, slender and toned. I’ve got straight reddish-blonde hair, which I wear kinda shaggy and down to about the bottom of my ears. Blue eyes. Kinda pale, with freckles on my cheeks, shoulders and arms. I wear size 10 shoes. Got the picture? Good, onto my story...
School had just gotten out for the summer, but since Cross-Country season starts up right when school starts again, our coach had given us a training plan to prepare for the season. I’ve always been a good runner, and I love running, so I look forward to training during the summer.
Anyways, it’s a Friday morning, around 7:30 or so, and I’m doing my warm-up to get an early session in. My parents had both gotten off to work, and I was looking forward to being lazy around the house today. I’m about to take off, and my friend and neighbor, Tyler comes jogging up. He’s on the CC team with me too, but he’s Junior Varsity, and he’s gonna be a Sophomore when school starts. “Ethan! Wait up!”, he calls as he jogs over. “You heading out right now?”
I nod my head up and down as I finish my stretch, then bend down to tighten the laces on my running shoes. We’re dressed similarly, both of us wearing a pair of knee-length workout shorts, tees, ankle socks and running shoes. “Yeah,” I answer. “What’s up?”
“You’re doing varsity workouts, right?” he asks. “Because I was wondering if I could train with you. I really wanna make varsity next year.”
Just so you all know, Tyler’s a year younger than me, but he’s already my same height. We’re both runners, so he’s got that same runner’s build. He’s got brown hair, and size 11 feet.
I give my friend a shrug. Tyler’s been one of my best friends since we were in elementary school, we’ve always lived a couple houses from each other and got along great. He hangs out with another group at school, but we always hang out on the weekends and when school’s out. “Sure,” I say. “But it’s a 10-miler, and I don’t cut it short. Sure you can keep up?”
Tyler grins. “Hell yeah I’ll keep up.” He shifts his eyes from side to side mischievously. “Just for motivation, wanna bet on who wins?”
I returned my friend’s grin, we always bet on stuff, usually it’s for small things, like 5 dollars or CDs or something. “Alright, what’re we betting?”
Tyler’s grin widens. “Let’s bet on something big for once. Loser does whatever the winner wants from when we finish until the end of the weekend.” My own grin widens as I ponder the situation. I’m totally confident that he won’t beat me, and I do need someone to do my laundry and clean my room.
“You’re on,” I say, my face beaming with confidence. “5 miles down the canal and back. Loser does whatever the winner wants for the rest of the weekend.” My parents had bought me one of those clip-on odometers that attaches to your shoe, with the mileage readout going to the watch I wear. Tyler’s parents had bought him one too, so that kept us both honest in terms of running the right miles. Tyler nodded, and extended his hand, which I shook with a big smile. Little did I know what that handshake was going to lead to.
Anyways, off we went. A couple turns through our neighborhood, through a gate, and onto the canal. It’s the perfect running spot, it goes forever in both directions, and the bank is all dirt so it’s easy on our feet and legs. I settled into a steady pace, a bit faster than I normally run since we were racing. Tyler kept right up with me, but I was confident that he wasn’t used to his pace and would be forced to slow after a while.
We reach the five mile mark about a half-hour later and start the turn for home. We’re both a bit winded, but doing okay. All of a sudden, Tyler starts to quicken, and HE starts to set the pace. I’m surprised, but increase my own speed to match.
Long story short, he really turns it on with a mile left to go, and while I fought valiantly to catch up, he pulls away and ends up winning by about 50 yards. We spend a couple minutes just catching our breath, and finally Tyler pants “Alright...time to pay up.” He stands up and grins, me still bent over, head tilted up to peer up at him. “Let’s go to my house, I’ve got something to show you.”
We walk into his house, a big 2-story house with a basement. He leads me down the stairs into his basement, which has been turned into a movie/rec room for the family. In the middle of the hardwood floor is a large cardboard box, closed for now, and a piece of paper on a clipboard. He picks up the clipboard and holds it up for me to read, “It’s a contract,” he says. “It says that you’re my property until 8pm Sunday night, and that unless you think I’m endangering your life, you’ve got to do WHATEVER I want.” My eyes widen as I scan the legal-ish writing, then lift my eyes, seeing my friend grinning wider than I’ve ever seen.
I felt myself swallow hard, wondering what I had gotten myself into as I nodded, trying to keep a brave face. “A bet’s a bet, I said,” taking the pen clipped to the board, signing my name to the ‘contract.’ It wasn’t in any way legal, but to us it was. I watched Tyler continue to grin as he took the clipboard and set it down on an endtable, then opened the cardboard box to show me what was inside.
I think my eyes went wide as saucers as I looked in the box. It was filled to the brim with coils of white cotton rope, with several sets of leather cuffs mixed in, along with lengths of chain, a couple canvas drawstring bags, and what looked like a big rubber ball with straps. “I like tie-up games Ethan,” he said as I stared at him while chewing my bottom lip nervously. “I’ve been wanting to get you into it too, and figured that making this bet would do the trick.” He started to pull out coils of rope and lay them on the floor, then pointed to the basement bathroom, which had an attached shower since it was the guest bathroom. “You’re all sweaty, so go clean yourself up.” A slight pause. “And leave your clothes outside, I put something in there for you to wear already.”
I gulped again as I nodded, “Sure, whatever Tyler. A bet’s a bet.” I think I sounded confident, but I was totally nervous as I walked to the bathroom. I hesitated for a second before starting to undress, but shrugged it off and got all my clothes off, setting it all in a pile next to the bathroom door. I took a quick, hot shower, cleaning all the sweat from the run off, then got out to towel off, letting out a groan as I saw what looked like a pair of Speedo boxer briefs. Now, this would’ve been bad enough, but these were light pink!
I sighed, feeling my freckled cheeks flush as I slipped my legs into the briefs and pulled it up my legs. I guess it was a bit small, because it was tight, the material stretching around my butt and crotch area. I walked out of the bathroom, feeling my cheeks flush even more as Tyler looked over and laughed. “Alrighty then,” he said. “Lie on your stomach over here in front of me, hands behind your back.” I quickly complied, only to feel a length of rope wind tightly around my wrists, cinching between my hands and knotting off. I tugged a bit, wincing as the rope bit into my skin, then let out a gasp as I felt him looping another rope around my arms, just below my elbows, and started to tighten it. I groaned softly as my shoulders stretched back in their sockets, my elbows pressing together tightly as he looped, cinched and knotted the rope off, my arms tied tightly behind me.
I squirmed, trying to get used to the weird sensation of having your arms tied behind you, as I felt another rope loop around my bare ankles, tying my bare feet together tightly. Two more ropes quickly followed, tightly winding around my legs, above and below my knees. I let out a surprised little giggle as I felt something slide over my bare feet, my eyes going wider again as I felt twine wrapping around my big toes, tying even my toes together. “Geez dude, little overkill?” I asked.
A sharp slap on the bottom was my answer. “Shutup...roll over and sit up!” was my captor’s sharp orders. I grunted, slowly rolling over onto my back, then struggled to sit up. Tyler started to wrap a long rope around my upper body, around my stomach and forearms. Some wrapping, cinching and knotting, and my arms were now tightly tied against my back. I sure wasn’t escaping from this.
I craned my neck and looked over my shoulder, watching Tyler pick up the rubber ball. It was sizeable, and had a web of black straps attached to it. I lifted my head as I watched him walk around me, stammering nervously “W-w-what’s that fo---mmpphhh!!” My question was cut off as Tyler took advantage of the situation and shoved the hard blue rubber ball into my mouth, my jaw forced open as the ball was pushed into my mouth. Oh, so that’s what that’s for!
My captor remained silent as he secured each of the straps, while I grunted into my gag as each strap was pulled tight and buckled into place. The straps surrounded my head, my nose centered in a leather triangle as the straps were pulled over my face and buckled behind my head, my teeth forced to bite the ball as a strap was pulled and buckled underneath my chin. I tried to talk, but could only make muffled and unintelligible “mmphs” as Tyler grinned down on me. “I bought some stuff on the internet, I love parents that just pay my bill and don’t even look at the charges.” I gurgled and mmphed into my gag, drool starting to drip down my chin as I watched my friend and captor pull a larger leather cuff from the box. My eyes widened as I helplessly watched him lower the cuff, my cheeks flushing again as I felt him slip it around my neck, feeling it tighten snug around my throat and buckle in place. A humiliating, playful ruffle on the top of my head finished everything off. I was helpless, my arms, legs, even my toes tightly tied, a leather collar locked around my neck, my mouth filled with the hard ball, straps tightly digging all around my face and head.
I gurgled again, shaking my head from side to side as Tyler pulled a leash from the box and clipped it to the ring at the front of the collar. He grinned as he gave the leash a slight tug. “On your feet,” he said, watching as I struggled to get on my knees, then awkwardly rose to my feet, wobbling precariously on tied toes. I kept my head lowered, focusing on the floor in front of my feet as I felt another tug on the leash, which forced me to hop forward. Tyler started to lead me along with the leash, then gave me another grin as I came to the start of the stairs. I groaned into my gag, knowing what he wanted me to do, then started to awkwardly hop. I almost tripped the first couple times, then figured out the height, and slowly made my way up the stairs, mmphing and groaning as I tried to concentrate on not falling. I was led out of the basement to the first floor, then to my dismay, was forced to hop a second flight of stairs, then was led down the house’s long hallway to Tyler’s large room. I hopped behind him into the room, dropping down onto my knees in front of his bed as he took a seat on it. I kneeled at his feet, sitting on my bare heels as I looked up at him, wondering what a sight this must look.
Tyler continued to smile, then asked “You’re doing okay? Not hurting or anyting?” I shook my head, impressed at how my friend had tied me so tightly without cutting off circulation. In fact, I was kind of enjoying the experience. Tyler ruffled my hair again like I was a dog or something, a wide, evil-looking grin on his face. “Good, because this isn’t it. You said that you’d do ANYTHING that I told you to do.” A pause for effect. “And I want you to now clean my feet, we just ran 10 miles, you know.” I let out a querying “mmmpphhh?” as an answer. Clean his feet? How as I supposed to do that?
I continued to watch helplessly as Tyler unlaced and slipped off his running shoes, then pulled his white cotton ankle socks off. I wrinkled my nose and groaned into the ball as the smell of his feet wafted up into his nose, feeling the straps on my gag being unbuckled, the ball pulled from my mouth. “How am I supposed to clean your feet while I’m tied up Tyler? With my mouth?” I felt my heart sink as I saw my friend smile down at me again, realizing that I was supposed to do just that.
After a moment’s hesitation, I started to bend down at the waist, lowering my face down. I felt my cheeks burning as my face crept closer and closer to Tyler’s bare feet. I opened my mouth, extending my tongue as I lowered my face to his feet. I gagged the instant my tongue tasted his sweaty feet, then fought it off and started to run my tongue over the top of his right foot, wanting to just get this over with. I lapped continuously, feeling more and more furious with each passing minute, but for some reason, in the back of my head there was a lingering ‘Hey, this isn’t so bad.’ as I switched from his right foot to his left. A couple minutes later, I saw him turn his feet upwards, and I got the hint and started to lap my tongue over the soles of his feet.
I thought that the taste of the tops of my friend’s feet were bad enough, but I instantly realized how wrong I was as I cleaned his soles. I silently kept lapping, fighting off the urge to gag on the sweaty, musty taste of his feet. I guess I got used to the taste, because I stopped gagging, and found myself taking longer licks from his heels all the way to his toes. What was going on? That thought was going from ‘Hey, this isn’t so bad.’ to...I don’t know, something else.
Once my captor had judged that the soles of his feet were clean, he pointed his toes at me. “Clean my toes too Ethan,” he said. “Suck them too though, don’t just lick.” He grinned, revelling in my humiliation, my cheeks burning a deep red as I slowly took one of his big toes into my mouth, sealing my lips around the base of it as I started to suck on it, my tongue sliding over it. “Good boy Ethan,” he said, adding one more comment to complete my humiliation. “Lick between my toes too, I’m sure there’s toejam in there.” He laughed as I whimpered softly, sliding my tongue between his toes, gagging as I felt my tongue lapping up sock lint, dirt, and whatever else was between his toes. I closed my eyes as I continued with my task. I must’ve looked a sight. Me, tightly tied, wearing a pink Speedo boxer brief, kneeling at my friend’s feet, sucking his toes!!!
I spent the next 10 minutes sucking toes, going back and forth over each one until I was told to stop. I rose up, keeping my head lowered, my face burning a bright red, not wanting to make eye contact with my friend after humiliating myself that way. I squirmed on my knees, peering between my legs, feeling even more embarassed as I saw, and felt, the beginnings of a bulge between my legs. Tyler must’ve noticed too, because he burst out into laughter “HAHAHA!!! You’re enjoying this!!! Don’t deny it!!” I kept quiet, knowing that I couldn’t deny it. I just knelt there while Tyler jumped off the bed, grabbing his cell phone. He pulled up my dad’s number and dialed it, then held the phone to my ear and said “Tell your dad that you’re spending the weekend hanging out with me, we’re going camping for the weekend.” He, and I, knew that my parents would buy that, I’ve never gotten in trouble and go camping all the time. I also knew that this was my chance to end all this, all I had to do was tell my parents that I’d be home later in the day after hanging out at Tyler’s house.
I don’t know why, but when my dad answered the phone I just said “Hey dad, I’m going camping with Tyler this weekend and won’t be back until Sunday night.” Nothing that could get me out of this situation, I just heard my dad say “Okay, have fun, be careful Ethan.” before hanging up. I kept my head lowered as Tyler pulled his phone away.
“You wanna know how I figured out you’re liking this Ethan?” he said to me. “You had the perfect opportunity to get out of this, but you didn’t even hesitate to tell him the story I told you to say.” He grinned. “Don’t worry, though, I won’t hurt you...but you might not like the rest of the weekend.” Another head ruffle as I let out a mmph as the gag was quickly shoved back into my mouth. “Then again, maybe you will.”
Five minutes later, I was again tightly gagged. Tyler had taken the time to tie me up even further though. I was laying on my side, tied into a tight ball. My knees were pulled up to my chest, a rope wound around my upper body and under my knees to hold them in place. A rope was threaded between my wrists and ankles, and all the slack yanked out, tucking my heels against my butt. He’d even threaded more twine between my big toes and my wrists and pulled that tight as he could too, forcing my feet to arch painfully. As much as I struggled, all I could do was lay there like a lump!! I whined into my gag as I watched Tyler pick up one of his socks, folding it in half, the wet and dirty sole of the sock facing outward. “One more thing and I’ll leave you be Ethan.” I mmphed as I watched my friend press the folded sock against my nose, completely covering it. He held it in place as he pulled some strips of thick gray duct tape from a roll, sticking them to both the sock and my face. He used a bunch of strips around the edges of the sock, leaving it tightly sealed to my face, but the center open to allow air to flow through. It was the final torture, every breath forcing me to take a whiff of his sweaty, nasty sock.
Tyler laughed as he looked me over, giving me another sharp slap on my pink bottom. He stood up grinned down at me. “Don’t go anywhere Ethan, I’ll be back for you later my new bondage toy.” He opened his door and walked out, leaving me laying there, helpless and alone, pondering what he could do to me next.
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barefootethan's stories
- 01 - I Didn't Expect To Lose (m/m)
- 02 - Friday After school (m/m)
- 03 - The Camping Trip (mmm/mmm)
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