03 - Tied Up By Justin
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By Dave
Tuesday, May 27th 2003 - 07:43:10 PM
My First Bondage Experience
Chapter One
Tied Up By Justin
When I was young, I used to enjoy seeing boys and girls tied up and gagged helplessly on television. I would receive a rush of excitement through my entire body. I would fell sorry for the tied victim, yet at the same love watching them hopelessly struggle. I had always wished I could be in their place, and I longed to tie up a boy or girl, then have them tie me up. I thought I was weird. I thought if I told anyone I would be shunned by society. And, most of all, I felt lonely. Every time I would watch television with my friends or family, and a scene would appear with some sort of bondage, I'd immediately feel embarrassed, even though no one in the room knew about my fantasies. I'd fear that if I even looked at the scene, someone would notice and shout out that I was some sort of freak. I would occasionally search the Internet, and of course disgusting pornography would be the results. I was never interested in the pornographic bondage. I only enjoyed the calm, playful tie-up games that we all played as children. I was a bit disappointed with the results on the Internet. Finally, I came across this website, and I've read an enjoyed the stories here, ever since then. This was about two years ago. At the time I had never had any real bondage experiences, but soon after, I found that some of my very close friends, both boys and girls, shared the same feeling. After this discovery, we have engaged in many playful sessions, some of which I remember, some of which I don't. I am currently fifteen, going on sixteen, just finishing my sophomore year of high school. I found this website at the age of thirteen, going on fourteen. And it was, also, at this age, when I underwent by first bondage experience.
I stand at five feet and five inches. My brown hair contains blond highlights. With brown eyes, at this age, I weigh about one hundred and ten pounds. However, the present is not important. At the time of my first bondage experience, which was during Christmas vacation of eighth grade, I was thirteen, five feet and two inches tall, skinny, with brown hair and blond highlights, brown eyes, and I weighed approximately eighty-five pounds.
It was December 2000. School has just gotten out the day before for Christmas break. Eighth grade was half finished. I live in New Jersey, so at wintertime, it becomes extremely cold. I have this fetish for goose down jackets, so living in New Jersey in December could be extremely exciting for me, if you know what I mean. The goose down jacket that I owned at the time was a North Face brand; black on top, and dark blue the rest of the way down. Anyway, it was Saturday, and as mentioned above, Friday was the last school day of the year 2000. It was a typical Saturday morning; wake-up, eat breakfast, watch television etc. As drifted out of bed, I glanced outside and noticed a lot of snow. Apparently, it had snowed seven inches the night before. At about 10:00, while devouring my bowl of Froot Loops, the phone rang. Dashing towards it, I picked it up. It was my best friend, Justin.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey, David. It's me. Justin." He replied.
"Hey." I was not surprised to hear from him at all. It's an inside joker between our two families that Justin and I are twin brothers, because I spend more time at his house than I do at my own.
"I'm a bit bored. Do you want to come on over and hang out? I don't really feel like playing in to snow today." He said.
"Yeah. Neither do I. I guess we could watch some movies at your house, and just hang out." I stated.
"Cool. Come one over, whenever you get the chance. Bye!"
As I heard a click, followed by a dial tone, I immediately hung up, and put my breakfast away. Realizing I was still in my pajamas, I dashed upstairs, and into my bedroom. After searching my dresser for a few minutes, I found no snow clothes, so I decided to put on summer clothes. Throwing on a yellow tee shirt from Abercrombie, and some cargo shorts, I dashed downstairs, forgetting to put on socks. After forcing my shoes on, I went to the closet to retrieve my puffy, blue goose down jacket. I threw it on, and zipped it up to my chin. I loved that soft, puffy feeling against my skin. I called out to my Mom, telling her that I'd be at Justin's house, and after hearing an, "Okay," I began my journey. Actually, it wasn't really a journey seeing as how Justin lived down the street.
As I stepped outside, a breeze of cold air burned my face. "I should have dressed warmer," I remember thinking to myself. I stuffed my frozen hands in to the warmth of the goose down jacket pockets, and continued onward. Trying not to slip on the shiny ice that now lay across my driveway, I proceeded onward, observing the children who had engaged themselves on a playful snowball fight. My breath was clearly visible as I made my way to Justin's house. I couldn't wait to arrive there, and feel the warmth of a house. With each step that I took, a "crunch" could be heard under my shoes as I crushed the snow and ice on the street.
After, about, five long minutes, I arrived at my destination. Walking up his driveway, I thought I would freeze to death. I couldn't believe I was wearing shorts in this kind of weather. After making my way onto his porch, I reluctantly pulled a hand from the warmth of my jacket to open the door. I spent so much time here, I didn't even have to ring the doorbell.
As I stepped inside, a great relief filled my entire body. The warmth felt so great!
"Justin. I'm here!" I called out.
"Hey, David." Justin yelled back, as he ran down the stairs to greet me. He had brown hair like mine, but without blond highlights. He spiked his hair with gel, which I found rather funny looking.
"My parents are out for the weekend, which is the real reason I called you over. My older sister is babysitting me, but she'll stay in her room with her boyfriend most of the time."
"Awesome!" I yelled in excitement. "I'll probably be able to spend the night."
"Yeah. So, what do you want to do?" Justin asked, as I took off my goose down jacket, and hung it on a coat hook.
I chuckled a bit when I saw the expression on his face as he realized the cloths I had on. "Let's just watch television for now."
"Okay."
We both proceeded to walk down his hallway to the Family Room, where the television was located. Seconds after Justin switched the television on, the Disney Channel popped up. Bored, we decided to watch it a little. Much to my disadvantage, the movie The Other Me, was on. I immediately recognized the movie, but said nothing. I knew the film because towards the end of it, the main character is kidnapped, tied to a chair, and gagged by some criminals. It has always excited me. I said "disadvantage" because if you recall, I hated watching bondage scenes on television with somebody else. I always felt embarrassed. I immediately suggested that we switch channels.
"Oh. I hate this movie. I've seen it so many times." I remember telling Justin. "Let's see what else is on."
"Wait a minute. I haven't seen it in a long time. Let's watch it a little longer." He protested.
The funny thing is, is that the bondage scene was due up any time. I began to think that maybe Justin wanted to see the boy tied and gagged as well. After a few minutes, the scene finally arrived. The crook forced a bandanna into the boy's mouth, who had already been secured to a chair, then tied it back around his head. After the crooks leave him, he struggled a bit, attempting to yell through his gag. Embarrassed, I looked around the room, acting calm and collected, as if the film we were viewing was only for children. I glanced over at Justin, and to my dismay, he was doing that exact same thing; looking around the room, trying not to pay attention to the scene at hand. I thought to myself, "Now's my chance."
"You know. I never understood how those bandannas would keep someone quiet. I mean. Couldn't they use their tongue to force it out of their mouth?" I blurted out.
As expected, Justin was a bit surprised. "Yes. You could push it out with your tongue, unless the bad guy ties it really tight around your head."
"I don't understand." Of course I understood, but I wanted to be tied up, even if it was by my best friend.
"What don't you understand about it?" Justin was being a bit difficult.
"I don't know."
I remember this moment very clearly. There was a long beat of silence, which was interrupted with, "Why don't you tie me up. It'll help me understand how the gag works."
I remember feeling incredibly anxious. What if he said no? What if he laughed? What if he gave me a weird look and told me to go home? Well. He didn't any of the above. He looked at me, and then smiled.
"Okay." He grinned. "Stay right here. I'll go get some rope, and a bandanna."
And with that, he dashed out of the room. I was awfully eager. I could feel the blood rushing through out my entire body, and the beat of my heart pumping faster then ever. And, to be perfectly frank, I was extremely excited "you know where."
After two long minutes, he arrived back in the room. In his hand were two threads of rope, and a white bandanna. I glanced at his pants, and noticed he was excited too.
"So?" I said, wondering what would happen next.
"I could only find two pieces of rope, so I'll just tie your hands and feet together." He stated.
"Okay." I responded. I stood up, and, crossing my wrists, placed my hands behind my back. "Like this?" I asked.
"Yes. That's perfect." He answered. I felt him wrap the first length of rope around my wrists, weaving it in, out, and around my hands. It felt so good. After securing the rope with a tight a knot, he asked me to see if I could get loose. I couldn't. He had tied a fairly good knot.
Grabbing the second length of rope, Justin went around, in front of me, and knelt down to my feet. Of course he noticed the bulge in my pants, and laughed.
"What's so funny?" I wondered.
"Aren't you a little too excited, David?" He said, looking up at my pants.
My face turned bright red, but he told me it was all right, and that he didn't care.
"Hey. Why don't you sit on the couch while I tie your feet together. I'm having a hard time doing it, with standing up." Justin told me.
I nodded in agreement, and sat myself on the couch, as Justin secured my ankles tightly together, the same way he had done to my wrists. As he took the white bandanna off of the floor, I began to worry. What if he never let me go? What if he did more to me than just tie me up? I let these thoughts go, and tried to enjoy this great experience that was occurring. Justin went behind the couch, the white bandanna in his hand.
"Open your mouth!" He ordered. Worried, I did so. He stuffed the white bandanna into my mouth, and secured back, behind my head with another terrific knot. I wanted to ask him if he had been in Boy Scouts, but of course, it came out muffled.
"Mer you ewer in Moy Sou?" I attempted to speak. He was right. The bandanna gag, if knotted correctly, worked.
"See? I told you it was hard to speak with a bandanna in your mouth!" I exclaimed.
He placed himself next to me on the couch, and put his arm around me.
"God. I need to take a picture of you right now. I wonder what Sarah would say? Should we call her up and ask her to come over?" He was teasing me. Sarah was my girlfriend at the time, and did not want her to see me all tied up and helpless. I shook my head with a definite "no" to let Justin know that letting Sarah in on this was not such a great idea. Thankfully, he understood.
"So, buddy. What should we do next?" Of course, I couldn't reply, so there was no answer. "David. Are you deaf? I asked you what we should do next!"
He was obviously teasing me, toying with the fact that I was gagged. I looked over at him. He was staring at me smiling, his arm still around me. He was obviously enjoying this. The grin on hi face told me he had plan in mind.
"David. Let me ask you. Are you ticklish?" A dreadful feeling surged through my entire body. He and I both know I was extremely ticklish. How could I not see this coming? "Fine. You won't answer, I'll just have to see for myself!"
"Mmmpphh!" I pleaded through my gag. I struggled against my bonds, but, as said before, Justin had tied some wonderful knots. I was helpless, and at his mercy.
"What? Did you just tell me to tickle you? Okay! If that's what you want!” He teased. And, with that, began to tickle me. Screaming through my gag, I hoped his sister would hear me, while at the same time, I hope she wouldn't because I loved what I was experiencing.
After some fifteen minutes of Justin tickling and torturing me, he finally decided to untie me. Both of us sweating, he unknotted the bandanna from behind my head, and carefully pulled it from within my mouth.
"So. How was it? I told these gags work!" He said to me, now that I could talk.
"It was okay." I lied. He, however, wasn't one bit convinced.
"Judging from the bulge in your pants, I'd say you had a great time!" He joked.
"You nasty freak!" I yelled at him.
"Hey. I was only pointing it out." He retorted.
"Okay. Fine. It was fun, but don't tell anyone about this. Okay? Not yet. I wouldn't feel comfortable. Especially don't tell Sarah." I told him.
"Hey. Your secret is safe with me. I swear." He said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, and Justin. One more thing. If you ever put your arm around me like that again, you're dead." I smiled. Of course I was joking around with him.
I told him that it had been the best time of my life, and that we should do it more often. I always thought I was weird that I liked being tied up and wearing goose down jackets, but now I knew my best friend loved it too. It was a right of passage for me. Justin and I have had many bondage adventures since then. I'll be sure to post them.
David
Daveman630@yahoo.com
USA
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Dave's stories
- 01 - My First Bondage Experience (f/mm)
- 02 - My Revenge (m/f)
- 03 - Tied Up By Justin (m/m)
- 04 - My Revenge on Justin (m/m)
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