I’m Honaw and I am 20 years old. I am what you would call a mutt. I have Japanese and Korean ancestry on my mother's side along with some Scottish, Russian, and Blackfoot ancestry on my father's. Some would say that I look like a mix between a native american and an asian.
I am 5 ft 8. I have brown eyes and black hair that reach a few inches over my shoulders. I have a pretty muscular body since I play lacrosse and model on my spare time but I have a quite slim body type.
I am bisexual but have until now only dated men. In bondage, I am a submissive.
I have a childhood friend named Hugo who shares this story with me. White guy, brown hair and brown eyes. He is around my height and has the same body type as me, though he might have slightly bigger biceps since he’s a rugby player. He has a handsome face and a pretty, bright smile. Most importantly, he’s an awesome friend.
I grew up with Hugo as we lived in the same neighbourhood. We played almost every day as kids and we had really fun together. Something we had in common that changed everything was that we loved watching Western movies. We would watch them together and he would always point out how much he looked like the cowboy of the story and I the indian. We often played cowboy and indian in the back garden and usually it would end up with me being caught and taken prisoner.
Now, almost 14 years later… we are still playing it. Though not in the same way.
Around 9 months ago is when it all started. The two of us had my house for ourselves and we decided to watch a movie and play some video games. Hugo told me that he’d heard about this movie called Squanto: A warrior’s tale from 1994 and that it wasn’t supposed to be good but more of a laugh. I agreed and we watched it. The movie turned out to be about a very attractive indian who’s being taken captive by the brits and enslaved. It was quite funny and I actually enjoyed it… Maybe a little too much.
The indian man was captured and tied up all throughout the movie. It somehow turned me on. Sure I don’t apprechiate the native americans getting degraded and dehumanized in every single western movie but I have kind of grown used to it.
Watching that movie, I wanted to be the indian.
At that point I had known for a while that I’d been into bondage. I hadn’t told anyone but the truth always comes out sooner or later, and this time sooner was closer.
When the movie ended and we watched some TV and chilled, Hugo turned to me and grinned.
”Why don’t we play cowboy and indian like we used to?”
I turned to him confused and snorted.
”Aren’t we a little too old for that now?” I asked.
”You are never too old for cowboys and indians.” He said, got up and left the room.
My confusion increased when I heard the front door open and close and I soon realised that he’d left.
I decided to not care and kept on watching TV. Not far over five minutes later, I heard him return. I turned the TV off and got up.
As I turned to walk out of the room, Hugo stood there with his father’s cowboy hat on his head. He had changed from a jumper and sweatpants to a white tank top and a pair of worn out jeans. In his pocket he’d stuck his old, plastic revolver he used to play with as a kid, and in his arms he carried items that made my entire body tickle with excitement.
Ropes, bandanas and a headband with a feather on the side. The headband was mine and he must’ve taken it from my room. He slowly walked up to me and placed the headband over my head.
”You sure you are too old?” Hugo snorted and I could read the look in his eyes… He knew…
He must had noticed me being turned on while watching the movie.
He pulled out the revolver from his pocket and pointed it at me.
”You are going to be a nice little indian and do as I tell you.” He said and I could not help but giggle at the silliness. Then, I began playing along.
”I will never obey a white man. You are all the same, acting with violence to gain power when you can’t control neither. You are fools.” I spat.
We used to do monologues when we were younger. It was as if we were acting the movies we watched and sometimes the movies were so good that we new entire lines and remembered quotes.
”A savage is calling me a fool? How dare you?! I’ll shall have you sold or hanged if not both!” Hugo grabbed my arm and pulled me to the living room floor. He forced me on my stomach and straddled me. He pulled my arms behind me and when I felt the material snake around my wrists is when realised how real it was… and how much I loved it.
”Let go of me!” I yelled, playing along. Hugo snickered and secured the knot on my wrists. I struggled against the rope but it was impossible to get out of. He turned me over on my back and sat down on top of me.
”I will not! You are mine now indian.” Hugo pulled out something from his back pocket I had not yet seen. A scissor.
”Did they use scissors in the early 19th century?” I asked and Hugo and I laughed.
”Indians barley wore anything. A knife would be too dangerous.” He smiled and quickly switched back to his serious cowboy character.
He cut my shirt in two pieces and threw them aside. I was now half naked and even more vulnerable.
I decided to make it harder for him and struggle more.
I could tell that Hugo liked it, even though he pretended not to. He turned around and began tying my ankles together with rope. I was wearing adidas shorts and socks. He pulled my socks off and turned back to me.
”Well, I’m not sure if indians wore socks back in the days. But you are and now you’re gonna pay!”
Hugo yelled and grabbed my jaw to force it open. I wasn’t prepared at all and when I could taste my pair of socks filling up my mouth, I felt like I would throw up. I was going to spit them out but Hugo had already read my mind. He came down and forced one of the bandanas into my mouth before tying it behind my head. He had successfully cleve gagged me. I moaned into my gag and even though the taste of my socks made me want to die, the feeling of being gagged was fantastic.
He pulled out another bandana and did the same with it, making the cleve gag thicker and made me part my lips more. He then pulled my hair from under the bandanas to make it look more professional. The last thing he did was to turn me on my stomach, he pulled my feet closer to my wrists and tied them together in a tight hogtie. He then pushed me to lay on the side and got up.
”I got you now Indian. You are my property and you’ll do as I say.” Hugo fake laughed. He looked down on me and I could see his eyes glimmer with pride.
”If you however struggle free from your bindings in one hour, I will make you a free man. If not, you are to do as I tell you. Forever.” He said and … left.
I struggled for dear life, pulling at my wrists and ankles. I could not get up since I was hogtied and I didn’t want to scream for help too loud, though I did moan and mpphh a lot into my gag.
As he promised, on hour later he returned, still wearing the cowboy hat.
I had failed to free myself and when he did release me he put a hand on my shoulder, winked and said;
”I guess you are my slave now. Little indian.”
Hope you liked it! This was my first tug and I really enjoyed it. If you liked it please review it for me and I shall write some more!
Last edited by Honaw
on Thu Oct 06, 2016 2:23 pm, edited 4 times in total.
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