Getting Owned By Neighbors David and Craig ( mm/m )
Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2018 6:44 am
NOTE: This story is written as fiction but much of it is true and based on actual experiences growing up.
When I was a teenager, I knew I liked TUGs with other guys. I relished in tying up the other boys on my block. I didn’t entirely realize it at the time, but I had kind of a reputation.
David lived across the street and Craig was a few doors down. They were both sixteen like me. On individual occasions, I had tied up and gagged each one of them many, many times. Especially David, the pretty boy blonde, who seemed to be a glutton for punishment. He wasn’t too bright. Craig was a skinny skater and wiser to my web of deceit. He knew how to avoid my requests for bondage games but I still got a hold of him from time to time when he came to my house to play basketball.
By the way, you can call me Jake.
In addition to subjecting them to my tight rope work, I often indulged my fetish for smells on to David and Craig. My socks, my sneakers, my feet, maybe even my underwear. I would force them to inhale some pretty foul scents.
Well, one hot summer night, all of my tricks would be turned against me and they would get their revenge!
David and Craig came over to my house, wanting to play basketball. I had a sweet basketball court setup behind my garage. I wasn’t in the mood, though, and said we should play another time. That ended up the perfect foray in to their actual plan.
They held me down on my bedroom floor and started to tickle torture me. “Ha hahh!!! Ha hah!” I yelled. Craig cupped his hand over my mouth. “Mmmphhh!”
As Craig sat on top of me, David moved over to my closet and ruffled through my clothes and piles of brick brack. Then he produced “the box.” He pulled “the box” into my room next to where Craig was sitting on top of me. “The box” was my sacred stash that contained all the trappings of my bondage fetish.
“Let’s see now…” David humorously mused as he emptied the contents of the big square storage box.
The following contents fell out on to my floor:
• Ropes of all lengths and sizes
• Rolls of duct tape
• Ace bandages
• Old tube socks
• A dirty Nerf ball
• Various leather belts
I was pretty stunned. This was the first time Craig and David were in the same room together witnessing my secret stash of bondage gear. I was pretty surprised at how bold a move it was for David to do that.
Immediately, they coordinated tying me up. David joined Craig in sitting on my body. Both boys were pinning me to the floor. Using my own ropes, my wrists were tied behind my back. I put up somewhat of a fight but, to be honest, I didn’t’ resist as much as I could have. More rope was used to restrain my ankles. Meanwhile they were tickling me and slapping me around under their body weight as I tried to squirm away from their grasp.
Craig helped David take another coil of rope that was tied between my ankles and wrists, then tightened, forcing me in to a hogtie. They turned me over on to my back.
It was humiliating being captured but also a little exciting. The torment was beginning. I always saw David as the little blonde-haired bitch pretty boy and Craig as the skinny, pimply faced skater chump. I considered them total submissive. But at this moment, the slaves were owning their master!
“You KNOW he’s ticklish, dude,” Craig said as he lifted up my t-shirt and situated it behind my head. My torso was now exposed. He and David began to tickling and slapping my bare chest and abs.
“Not cool! Not cool! Ha hah!” I protested between laughs. I was indeed super ticklish and it drove me mad.
“Let’s shut him up!” Craig said. “Use that Nerf ball he puts in my mouth all the time!”
“Nah., I got something better,” David smiled as he slipped off his beat-up Nikes from one foot. I could smell the warm sweat emitting from his removed, stinky shoe. He curled one of his fingers and hooked it underneath the sheer, dingy white sock covering that foot.
David stared at me so eager and excited as he balled up his sweaty, odor filled ankle sock in his hand. “For all those times!” David said with a devious grin. David was referring to my habit of gagging him with his own socks. I loved tormenting him when he was tied up with the pungent odor of his own dirty socks.
“No, no! Not cool, man!” I said. “Get that thing away from me!”
I don’t know what it is about teenage boys, but we have the slinkiest feet. David, I can tell you, was up there on the list with the most rank smelling feet. It was one of the things that attracted me to him. And those socks must have been on his feet for days and days!
He tried to gag me with the sock. I had to put up a fight and resist at all costs. I certainly didn’t’ want that heinous thing in my mouth!
To help David with the task of gagging me, Craig began to tickle my ribs and stomach more intensely. As I reflexively started to laugh out of control, my mouth opened wide giving David the perfect opportunity.
His dirty sock was shoved in my mouth. “Mmmphhh!” I grunted. The moist cotton fabric filled me up and my cries of protest were immediately muffled. David then took one of my ace bandage rolls from the pile on the floor and began to wrap the lower half of my face with it, making sure it was taut and secure. Eventually, I accepted the gag in my mouth and allowed David to finish tying off the stretchy wrap.
“Taste my toes!” young David laughed, giving me a light, playful pat on the cheek.
All the attention from my neighbors and the foul sock odor begat an embarrassing reaction. I was getting hard. I was sporting an erection! My underwear and baggy gym shorts were probably not much camouflage from the truth, either. As Craig and David continued to tickle and prod away at me, I figured they saw my boner. But they didn’t say anything about it.
My neighbors weren’t done either.
“He’s missing something, dude,” David smiled at Craig.
“Yea?” Craig shrugged, holding down my shoulders.
David slid off his other sneak and removed his last ankle sock. Now that I was gagged, I was really taking in the warm, rank smell of his freshly removed sneaker from his sweaty foot. I looked at him puzzled. I was already gagged. What could he do?
“I learned something, all those times tasting your socks,” David bared down at me with a smile. “Having them in your mouth isn’t near as bad as…”
David cupped his hand over my nose with his rancid sock inside. “… Having to sniff them!”
“Dope!” Craig approved, holding me down as I started to struggle underneath, trying to get away from the toxic mask.
I held my breath though, defiant. Trying to avoid the torture.
“Wait for it,” David said.
Very soon I was had no choice and took a big, deep breath through my nose. All the fragrant, putrid odor of David’s sock invaded my senses.
David was right! The stench aroma of his dirty socks I encountered with each inhalation through my nose was far, far worse than eating socks. The smell of stale corn and malted vinegar came to mind as I took my breathes. It was intoxicating.
David took one of my rolls of duct tape and used it to secure the stinky footie over my nose.
“Now THAT’S justice!” David laughed.
He and Craig admired my predicament. They snapped a few pictures of me hogtied, gagged, and sniffing David’s stinky, grotesque sock taped over my nose. Half of my poor face was covered in tape and ace bandage. I must have looked ridiculous. “Maybe we’ll Snapchat this.”
After a few more minutes of being subjected to their annoying whims, they decided to get on with their basketball game.
"See ya later Jake!" they said, waving goodbye.
What?? They were going to leave me?
Yup!
My two neighbors high fived each other, took some more pictures with their phones and left me helplessly bound and gagged in my bedroom. They went downstairs to play some hoops.
I could hear them laughing and relishing in their victory from my bedroom. My window was just above the back of the garage where the basketball court was.
I made a sincere effort to get out of the twist of knots and rope wrappings that held me captive. I could barely breathe and each breath was an invasion of my senses, sniffing David’s disgusting sock. “Mmmphhh!! Mmmmm!”
I managed to enjoy the situation as well, after all I was tied up.
At least half an hour or more went by like that. All the while, I could hear them enjoying themselves outside while I squirmed and grunted in my room. I wondered if and when they would return and what would they do with me when they did. My hardon was bigger than ever though, I was happy.
When about an hour passed, I could hear the boys starting to wind down their game. I heard rumblings about the other next-door neighbor, Connor. Connor was a younger boy who I also had tied up. The best I could make out, they had invited him over to their basketball game and delighted in telling young Connor that I was bound and gagged upstairs. It sounded like Connor wanted in on the fun.
Would they really subject me to more?
TO BE CONTINUED…
When I was a teenager, I knew I liked TUGs with other guys. I relished in tying up the other boys on my block. I didn’t entirely realize it at the time, but I had kind of a reputation.
David lived across the street and Craig was a few doors down. They were both sixteen like me. On individual occasions, I had tied up and gagged each one of them many, many times. Especially David, the pretty boy blonde, who seemed to be a glutton for punishment. He wasn’t too bright. Craig was a skinny skater and wiser to my web of deceit. He knew how to avoid my requests for bondage games but I still got a hold of him from time to time when he came to my house to play basketball.
By the way, you can call me Jake.
In addition to subjecting them to my tight rope work, I often indulged my fetish for smells on to David and Craig. My socks, my sneakers, my feet, maybe even my underwear. I would force them to inhale some pretty foul scents.
Well, one hot summer night, all of my tricks would be turned against me and they would get their revenge!
David and Craig came over to my house, wanting to play basketball. I had a sweet basketball court setup behind my garage. I wasn’t in the mood, though, and said we should play another time. That ended up the perfect foray in to their actual plan.
They held me down on my bedroom floor and started to tickle torture me. “Ha hahh!!! Ha hah!” I yelled. Craig cupped his hand over my mouth. “Mmmphhh!”
As Craig sat on top of me, David moved over to my closet and ruffled through my clothes and piles of brick brack. Then he produced “the box.” He pulled “the box” into my room next to where Craig was sitting on top of me. “The box” was my sacred stash that contained all the trappings of my bondage fetish.
“Let’s see now…” David humorously mused as he emptied the contents of the big square storage box.
The following contents fell out on to my floor:
• Ropes of all lengths and sizes
• Rolls of duct tape
• Ace bandages
• Old tube socks
• A dirty Nerf ball
• Various leather belts
I was pretty stunned. This was the first time Craig and David were in the same room together witnessing my secret stash of bondage gear. I was pretty surprised at how bold a move it was for David to do that.
Immediately, they coordinated tying me up. David joined Craig in sitting on my body. Both boys were pinning me to the floor. Using my own ropes, my wrists were tied behind my back. I put up somewhat of a fight but, to be honest, I didn’t’ resist as much as I could have. More rope was used to restrain my ankles. Meanwhile they were tickling me and slapping me around under their body weight as I tried to squirm away from their grasp.
Craig helped David take another coil of rope that was tied between my ankles and wrists, then tightened, forcing me in to a hogtie. They turned me over on to my back.
It was humiliating being captured but also a little exciting. The torment was beginning. I always saw David as the little blonde-haired bitch pretty boy and Craig as the skinny, pimply faced skater chump. I considered them total submissive. But at this moment, the slaves were owning their master!
“You KNOW he’s ticklish, dude,” Craig said as he lifted up my t-shirt and situated it behind my head. My torso was now exposed. He and David began to tickling and slapping my bare chest and abs.
“Not cool! Not cool! Ha hah!” I protested between laughs. I was indeed super ticklish and it drove me mad.
“Let’s shut him up!” Craig said. “Use that Nerf ball he puts in my mouth all the time!”
“Nah., I got something better,” David smiled as he slipped off his beat-up Nikes from one foot. I could smell the warm sweat emitting from his removed, stinky shoe. He curled one of his fingers and hooked it underneath the sheer, dingy white sock covering that foot.
David stared at me so eager and excited as he balled up his sweaty, odor filled ankle sock in his hand. “For all those times!” David said with a devious grin. David was referring to my habit of gagging him with his own socks. I loved tormenting him when he was tied up with the pungent odor of his own dirty socks.
“No, no! Not cool, man!” I said. “Get that thing away from me!”
I don’t know what it is about teenage boys, but we have the slinkiest feet. David, I can tell you, was up there on the list with the most rank smelling feet. It was one of the things that attracted me to him. And those socks must have been on his feet for days and days!
He tried to gag me with the sock. I had to put up a fight and resist at all costs. I certainly didn’t’ want that heinous thing in my mouth!
To help David with the task of gagging me, Craig began to tickle my ribs and stomach more intensely. As I reflexively started to laugh out of control, my mouth opened wide giving David the perfect opportunity.
His dirty sock was shoved in my mouth. “Mmmphhh!” I grunted. The moist cotton fabric filled me up and my cries of protest were immediately muffled. David then took one of my ace bandage rolls from the pile on the floor and began to wrap the lower half of my face with it, making sure it was taut and secure. Eventually, I accepted the gag in my mouth and allowed David to finish tying off the stretchy wrap.
“Taste my toes!” young David laughed, giving me a light, playful pat on the cheek.
All the attention from my neighbors and the foul sock odor begat an embarrassing reaction. I was getting hard. I was sporting an erection! My underwear and baggy gym shorts were probably not much camouflage from the truth, either. As Craig and David continued to tickle and prod away at me, I figured they saw my boner. But they didn’t say anything about it.
My neighbors weren’t done either.
“He’s missing something, dude,” David smiled at Craig.
“Yea?” Craig shrugged, holding down my shoulders.
David slid off his other sneak and removed his last ankle sock. Now that I was gagged, I was really taking in the warm, rank smell of his freshly removed sneaker from his sweaty foot. I looked at him puzzled. I was already gagged. What could he do?
“I learned something, all those times tasting your socks,” David bared down at me with a smile. “Having them in your mouth isn’t near as bad as…”
David cupped his hand over my nose with his rancid sock inside. “… Having to sniff them!”
“Dope!” Craig approved, holding me down as I started to struggle underneath, trying to get away from the toxic mask.
I held my breath though, defiant. Trying to avoid the torture.
“Wait for it,” David said.
Very soon I was had no choice and took a big, deep breath through my nose. All the fragrant, putrid odor of David’s sock invaded my senses.
David was right! The stench aroma of his dirty socks I encountered with each inhalation through my nose was far, far worse than eating socks. The smell of stale corn and malted vinegar came to mind as I took my breathes. It was intoxicating.
David took one of my rolls of duct tape and used it to secure the stinky footie over my nose.
“Now THAT’S justice!” David laughed.
He and Craig admired my predicament. They snapped a few pictures of me hogtied, gagged, and sniffing David’s stinky, grotesque sock taped over my nose. Half of my poor face was covered in tape and ace bandage. I must have looked ridiculous. “Maybe we’ll Snapchat this.”
After a few more minutes of being subjected to their annoying whims, they decided to get on with their basketball game.
"See ya later Jake!" they said, waving goodbye.
What?? They were going to leave me?
Yup!
My two neighbors high fived each other, took some more pictures with their phones and left me helplessly bound and gagged in my bedroom. They went downstairs to play some hoops.
I could hear them laughing and relishing in their victory from my bedroom. My window was just above the back of the garage where the basketball court was.
I made a sincere effort to get out of the twist of knots and rope wrappings that held me captive. I could barely breathe and each breath was an invasion of my senses, sniffing David’s disgusting sock. “Mmmphhh!! Mmmmm!”
I managed to enjoy the situation as well, after all I was tied up.
At least half an hour or more went by like that. All the while, I could hear them enjoying themselves outside while I squirmed and grunted in my room. I wondered if and when they would return and what would they do with me when they did. My hardon was bigger than ever though, I was happy.
When about an hour passed, I could hear the boys starting to wind down their game. I heard rumblings about the other next-door neighbor, Connor. Connor was a younger boy who I also had tied up. The best I could make out, they had invited him over to their basketball game and delighted in telling young Connor that I was bound and gagged upstairs. It sounded like Connor wanted in on the fun.
Would they really subject me to more?
TO BE CONTINUED…