Sorry about the long break, but as I said in a previous post before the site lost its posts, I had been away and could not complete the story. So I'll do it now in one post.
To summarize, I had been tied up by 3 kids, who then took photos of me. They're using those photos as a sort of blackmail to make me 'behave' over the weekend. I had spent Friday night hogtied in the garage. As morning came, I was woken by somebody kicking me. I opened my eyes and saw Carlos standing over me.
"Wakey wakey," he said. "I know you're real hungry, and today's gonna be a big day, so we're gonna give you some food." I grunted and narrowed my eyes. There's always a catch.
"Why so grumpy?" laughed Carlos, as if reading my mind. "There's no catch involved. You're just gonna have to get to the food, in the lounge we were in yesterday at the end of the hall. You should be able to do it if I undo that hogtie. Good luck!" With that, he untied the rope attaching my ankles to my wrists, and left the garage.
I groaned and started to wiggle and flop my way out of the garage. It was slow and tiring work because of how tightly tied up I was. 5 minutes passed and I had only managed to get out of the garage and into the hallway. I needed another 10-15 minutes to travel down the hallway and into the lounge. I found the kids sitting at the table and watching me with grins on their faces as I wriggled into the room. They had all changed into casual t-shirts and shorts, as it was still a very hot day.
"Come here Kevin, we got some leftover pizza for you!" said Tara. I wriggled my way over to the table as they looked on. "Poor thing, you've been tied up and gagged for so long now, you must be aching." I strained to look up at the wall clock, which showed 10am, meaning that around 18 hours had elapsed since I was first tied up. "Here, let me take that gag off for you," grinned Tara nastily. She got a pair of scissors, slipped it beneath the tape around my face, and cut it near the side of my head. She then held my head down and ripped off the tape in one quick motion.
"MMMMMPHH", I cried in pain. The tape had been stuck to my face for so long that it really hurt when she pulled it off. She then gingerly grabbed the sock in my mouth and pulled it out. "Ewww, it's soaking wet", she said, and thoroughly wiped it on my face before throwing it into a laundry basket. "It's your saliva, after all," she said. I had a bad taste left in my mouth from the sock and wanted to spit it out at her right then, but wisely decided to hold it in and swallow it.
"Here's your food." Carlos put a plate of 2 slices of (cold) pizza in front of me on the floor.
"How am I gonna eat that with my hands tied?" I said.
"That's not our problem," grinned Carlos. I grumbled and edged over to the pizza, grabbing it between my teeth and biting. It took me awhile to finish those two slices using only my mouth.
"Now that you've eaten, we'll let you clean yourself up a bit," said Carlos. "We'll untie your arms first, but if you try anything, you know what's gonna happen". The kids then proceeded to untie my hands and arms. Immediately after, they rolled me onto my back, as Tara approached with a pair of plastic toy handcuffs. I offered no resistance as she placed them on my wrists; trying to fight 3 people with my legs still tied wouldn't work out well. They then untied all the ropes around my legs. Carlos and Amy were careful to sit on them and hold them still while Tara got another pair of handcuffs, and this time put them on my ankles.
"Man, you guys sure got some serious gear," I said.
"Heh, I borrowed these from my sister, just for you," said Tara. "Now if you'll please quickly relieve yourself, take a dump or whatever, we've got some stuff for you to do later."
I shuffled into the bathroom as they stood guard and wedged something into the door hole so that I couldn't lock the door. I closed the door and did my business, along with trying to wash the sticky leftovers from the tape off my face, and rinsing the bad sock taste from my mouth. The kids were waiting impatiently as I exited the bathroom.
"First thing's first, we're gonna need to gag you again," said Carlos nastily.
"Cmon, please don't gag me, I won't say a word, I promise", I pleaded. I didn't want another sock shoved into my mouth again.
"Well, it won't hurt to make sure", said Amy delightfully. She was carrying the laundry basket from earlier, which also had all of their dirty school uniforms, socks, tights, and underwear from yesterday. "This time we'll be nice and let you choose what you want to be gagged with! Except for the socks that has already been in your mouth."
I stared at the laundry basket with trepidation. The girls' tights would just be as bad as the socks, from yesterday's experience with Amy's feet. I definitely did not want any underwear in my mouth either. In the end, I decided on the socks Carlos was wearing yesterday. "Those socks then," I said, pointing at them.
"Say again what you want with my socks?" Carlos said gleefully.
I sighed and said "I want to be gagged with your socks, alright?"
"Your wish is my command," grinned Carlos. He took the socks and rolled them into a ball. There is no point struggling, I thought, as I opened my mouth while he shoved the socks in and secured it in place with several wraps of tape around my face, much like yesterday.
"OK, task number one: You are to grab the vacuum cleaner in the garage, and go through the house room by room, vacuuming every inch. Let's go!" said Carlos.
I groaned and shuffled over to the garage and got the vacuum cleaner. There were 4 rooms including the living room and bathroom downstairs, plus the hallway. It must've taken more than an hour to completely vacuum them, since my ankles were cuffed together and I could only take small steps. I did the living room last, where the kids were already having lunch, as it was around 12pm by that time.
"Don't forget to do upstairs as well," shouted Carlos over the noise of the vacuum. Cursing inside, I took the vacuum cleaner upstairs, and continued for another hour or so.
By the time I was finished it must've been around 2pm. I took the vacuum back into the garage, where the kids met me.
"Great job," said Carlos. "Task number two: Clean the bathroom. Everything you need should be in there." I complied and scrubbed the toilet, wiped the floor and walls, and cleaned the showers and washing bowl, with Amy supervising me. Finally, after she was satisfied that the bathroom was completely clean, she led me back to the living room.
"Man, I could get used to this," laughed Carlos. "OK, task number three, the most important of all: do our homework." The kids then took their school books from their bags and dumped them onto the table.
"We got some maths and science homework," said Tara. "Should be no problemo for a senior high schooler such as yourself. But there's a catch: you gotta imitate our handwriting. And before you get any ideas, everything at our school's done in pencil. If you don't do a good enough job, you're gonna have to rub everything out and start over, so you're better off just getting it right the first time."
With that, they sat me down and showed me which pages to do the homework for. As Tara said, it was easy work (basic algebra, etc.), but imitating their handwriting was a pain. Tara's handwriting was nice and clean, like mine, so that wasn't too bad. Amy's handwriting, on the other hand, was absolutely horrible. It took a few tries before she was fully satisfied that it'll fool the teacher. By the time I was done with all their homework, it was past 4pm.
"Thanks Kevin, we really appreciate it," grinned Carlos. "So we're gonna let you have some fun and play a little game. First, we're gonna need to truss you up again."
"Hold up, I wanna try tying him up by myself," said Amy, with a gleam in her eyes.
"You're a lucky guy Kevin, usually Amy wants to be the one tied up," said Tara. "Go ahead, Amy." I thought in surprise: How often do they tie each other up?
Amy first started with my legs, tying and cinching them above and below the knees, once around my lower leg, and finally my ankles, after taking off the cuffs. She then took of the handcuffs on my wrists, rolled my onto my front, and straddled me. "Stay still," she warned, knowing that Carlos and Tara would pounce at any sign of a struggle. She grabbed my hands, and taped my fingers together so that I couldn't fiddle with any ropes. She then bent my arms behind my back so that it's like an arms folded position, and tied my forearms together at several points. Next she ran some ropes above my elbows and around my body, pinning my arms to my sides, and did something with the ropes behind my back. The result was a tight tie where I couldn't move my arms at all.
"Nice tie Amy, you've improved alot," said Tara. "I think we need to replace that sock gag with a tape gag for the game, so that he can't breath through his mouth." From this, I had an idea of what the "game" might involve.
"Yea I'm onto it," said Amy. She took the pair of scissors and cut off the tape around my head, took out the socks and threw it into the laundry basket. "Keep your mouth shut now," she said. I pressed my lips together as she tightly wrapped duct tape over my mouth and around my head. After like ten wraps, she cut the tape off and smoothed it over my face.
"Nice, let's get onto the game," said Carlos excitedly. He pulled my upper body up so I was kneeling on the floor, while Tara grabbed the laundry basket and put it on a chair in front of me.
"Since you did such great work today, we're gonna reward you with some food at the end of this", said Carlos. "But you're gonna have to earn it."
"We're gonna ask you some yes or no questions, just nod or shake your head," said Tara. "If you get them right, we'll put a piece of food into the bowl, and you can eat everything from the bowl at the end." She held up a white bowl and put it on the floor. "But if you get it wrong, you're gonna have to shove your face into the laundry basket for 10 seconds. And you'll do it voluntarily, cause if you don't, we're gonna shove it in for you, and the next time you get a question right, we won't give you that piece of food." I had a feeling these "questions" would be pretty rigged.
"OK, first question," said Carlos, reading off a piece of paper. "Do I like eating olives?" I stared and thought, what kind of question is this? "You've got 10 seconds to answer." I took a chance, and shook my head for no.
"Wrong!" said Carlos gleefully. "You know what to do."
I gingerly put my face into the pile of dirty clothes, just touching one of their school shirts. As expected, it was soiled with sweat and smelt bad in the stuffy room.
"We can tell you're not fully pressing your face into there," warned Tara. She proceeded to fully push my head into the basket. I mmphed and wriggled in protest, as she held me there for what seemed like half a minute. After she released me, I pulled my head out to breath in fresh air.
"Next question," said Tara. "Am I 12 years old?" As Carlos was 12 years old, I assumed she was as well, and nodded. "Wrong!" she said. "I'm actually 13 cause I already had my birthday! In you go." This time I shoved my face tightly into the the basket, sniffing through one of the girl's tights, and counted to 10. I wondered how much more of this I could take.
"Aw poor thing, let's give him an easy one," laughed Amy. "Are you utterly embarrassed that you've been tied up, gagged, and held hostage for 2 days in a row by some kids?" I nodded, as she dropped a small piece of chocolate into the bowl.
This went on quite a while. They never seemed to get bored of the game, and I must've been asked a hundred or so questions. By the time they were done, I had stuffed my face into their clothes so many times that I had lost count, but only had a few pieces of assorted nuts and chocolate to eat.
"Alright, we gotta go now, can't stay over for another night," said Tara. She and Amy retrieved their clothes from the basket and packed up their bags. "It's been fun, Kevin, hope we get to do this again someday. He's all yours now, Carlos. See ya later!" They laughed as they left the house.
It was just me and Carlos left, and he grinned as he cut the tape gag off. My face was now smarting from all the times that tape had been ripped off. "OK, you can eat this stuff while I go cook some dinner for myself." He went into the kitchen, leaving me with the bowl of chocolate and nuts, which I quickly ate.
At around 7pm, Carlos returned from his meal. "Let's get you tucked in for the night," he said. "As a reward for all your hard work, you get to sleep on a bed tonight."
"How nice of you," I said sarcastically. He ignored me and untied my lower legs and stood me up, so that I could at least take very small steps. "Cmon, let's go to your room," he said. I awkwardly shuffled my way into the guest room. "Lay on the bed," Carlos ordered. I plopped myself onto the bed, as he lifted my legs onto the bed.
"Oh I almost forgot, gotta shut your loud mouth again," he said. He eyed the knee-length school socks I was wearing with a grin. "So you've been wearing those socks for two days in a row now, wonder how they taste like?" He then sat on my knees and took off my socks.
"Please don't gag me with those," I begged. "It's hard enough trying to sleep while tied up."
"That's the point," he grinned. "Now open wide, or do I have to force it in again?" I grudgingly complied and opened my mouth. He stuffed one sock into there and held it in with duct tape around my head. He then took the other sock and tied it around my head, right under my nose.
"I'm gonna tape you up now. Stay still," he said. He crossed my ankles together and taped them together, wrapping the duct tape 10 times around. He did the same under my knees, and at two more sections of my lower leg. He then pulled my ankles towards the horizontal bedpost at the end of the bed, and secured them to the post with more tape. He then propped my upper body onto its side to untie the ropes securing my arms. As soon as my arms were free, I tried to push Carlos away. Expecting this, he straddled me at my chest, grabbed my wrists, and pinned my arms down with his knees. Even though I was stronger, I couldn't get the full weight of his body off me with juts my arms.
"Struggle all you want, you're not getting out," he grinned. While keeping my arms pinned, he pulled my left wrist up over my head towards the bedpost at the head of the bed. He secured it to the post with tape, and then did the same with my other wrist. The result was a kind of half spreadeagle for my arms, but my legs were tied together.
"So, the girls said you weren't ticklish," said Carlos. "We'll see about that." He proceeded to run his fingers lightly across the soles of my bare feet. The previous day, Amy had done that, but I was wearing socks, which protected my feet. This time, it had an effect, and I squirmed a bit as a result.
"Hehe, I thought so," said Carlos. He then straddled me again and lightly ran his nails up and down my exposed armpits in quick movements.
"Mmmmmph", I said, feeling the discomfort. As he increased the intensity I squirmed harder and harder. He did this in bursts for an hour or so before he finally stopped.
"Well that was fun," said Carlos. He lifted his fingers and looked at them. 'Ewww, my fingers are all disgusting now. And you smell like shit. That's it for tonight, I'm gonna go wash up." With that, he left the room, leaving me panting on the bed. I lay there, thinking that it was all gonna be over tomorrow, and drifted off to sleep.
Nothing much happened on Sunday. Carlos said his parents would be back in the afternoon, so he just left me taped to the bed. Finally, at 12pm, he came in to untie me.
"I'm gonna untie you now, my parents are gonna be back soon," said Carlos. "I've emailed the photos to Amy and Tara, so don't get any ideas." He cut the tape off, and I felt my skin smart, and untied the rest of my body.
"You can take out your own gag," he said, handing me a pair of scissors. I untied the sock under my nose, cut off the tape, and spat out my socks. "You need to clean yourself up now, take as long as you need," said Carlos.
I took a fresh set of clothes from my bag and went for a shower, but not before relieving myself. My school uniform had been completely soiled, and it was a relieve to be in fresh clothes again. It felt weird to be completely free of bonds, after being tied up for the better part of 2-3 days. I was almost getting used to being bound. As I exited the bathroom, I found Carlos standing there grinning from ear to ear.
"What's so funny?" I grumbled.
"Well," he said, "tying you up and gagging you was hilarious, for starters."
"If you wanted to tie me up, you could've just asked me, instead of forcing it one me like this" I said.
"You would never have agreed," said Carlos. "Consider this your..... initiation".
I said nothing, and prepared to leave the house. The parents came back soon after, and asked how things had been. Carlos looked at me expectantly.
"Everything's been great," I said weakly. "Carlos has been such a good boy. He's done all his homework, and even vacuumed the house and cleaned the bathroom."
They thanked me and paid me. Carlos laughed, "Yea, it's been a great weekend, I'll definitely ask for you next time I need a babysitter." I cursed silently inside.
As I left the house, I looked at the money I received and wondered if it was worth the ordeal I went through. But a part of me had actually enjoyed being tied up and gagged. The feeling of being at the mercy of people that you normally should have control over was kind of exhilarating for some reason. I did not enjoy some of the games they played, but that experience had sparked my interest for tie up games.