*This is an older story I wrote on another site that's no longer active. I figured I would share it here and add more to it later.
When I was 12 I got invited to spend the weekend at my friends house. Thomas was his name (also 12 at that time). His parents had to leave town for the weekend and said it was ok for him to have a friend over. His older brothers were going to be there anyway. Their names were Mark and Rob. Mark was the oldest at 17, and Rob was 15.
The first day Mark and Rob challenged us to a game of basketball. But they wanted to making it interesting. The losing team had to be the winners slaves for the weekend and do anything they said without arguement. We foolishly agreed and needless to say, they kicked our butts. We lost without scoring a single point. After the game we went inside and asked them what they wanted us to do first.
"First you can clean our rooms" Mark said. "They're a real mess."
"What about the gags?" Rob asked.
"Oh yeah I almost forgot" Mark said. "Since you're our slaves for the weekend, and slaves really shouldn't be allowed to speak, we decided it's best if you're both gagged for the duration of your slavery."
"Gagged?" I asked. "You mean like duct tape over our mouths?"
"Something like that" Mark said laughing.
"No way" Thomas said.
"No arguing" Mark said. "You lost fair and square. You don't get to have a say in this. Now Rob, go get these boys their gags."
Rob left for a moment and came back with a roll of black electrical tape, a sock, and some hoisery. The sock belonged to him and the pantyhose belonged to his mom. Both were previously worn and dug out from their laundry basket. Rob ordered both of us to open our mouth. We looked at each other and did so after some hesitation.
The sock was shoved in Thomas's mouth and four strips of tape were used to gag him. The brown pantyhose were balled up and stuffed in my mouth and I was also gagged with four strips of tape. Mark had left the room while Rob was gagging us and came back with two ace bandages. They didn't think the tape was enough so they got some ace bandages and wrapped the bandages around our mouths and heads tightly. Once our gags were tight and were unable to produce a sound louder than a soft grunt or moan, they sent us off to clean. They warned us not to get any ideas and remove our gags for any reason.
We cleaned up their rooms, made their beds, vacuumed, picked up their dirty clothes. Then to add to our humiliation they gave us frilly pink aprons that belonged to their mom to put on and made us dust the whole house. Then we had to sweep, mop, and scrub the floors of the house. Thomas would make grunts and groans every once and a while from behind his gag. I couldn't understand if he was trying to get my attention or just making random sounds.
I knew Rob's sock probably tasted horrible. I knew for sure his moms pantyhose didn't taste very good at all. She must have sweated a lot in them and the sweat must have dried up because they had a very bitter, sour taste to it. When we were done cleaning they brought us into the living room, laughing at our prediciment.
They made us take off the pink aprons and had us ball our hands up into fists and hold them out in front of us. They then took the black tape and wrapped it around our fists, make it impossible for us to open our hands or do pretty much anything.
Then they did the meanest thing they could do. They gave us both wedgies. We both let out loud grunts from our gags as they stretched the waistbands of our underwear up past the shorts we were wearing. Then they used the tape to wrap our waists, securing our underwear in place and making sure we couldn't remove our wedgies. It was impossible to do either way with our hands taped together but they did it just for good measure.
"Ok guys you can take a break and watch some tv if you want" Mark said. "That is if you can work the remote." Rob and Mark laughed again and left us alone in the living room. We struggled with the tv at first but finally managed to get it on, and once we got it set to a channel we liked, we just kept it that way.
We sat uncomfortably on the couch for a few hours, occasionally changing our positions to try and get in a more comfortable position. The wedgies were both killing us. I was on the verge of tears and Thomas was grunting and moaning up a storm. There was no way for us to remove our gags or our wedgies. It was such an uncomfortable position to be in.
Our humiliation didn't end there. When they had enough of us watching tv they made us come into the kitchen and sit down to watch them eat. They ate right in front of us, didn't offer us a thing. They wouldn't even take our gags off or undo the tape from our fists. When they were done eating they brought us down to the basement. The basement was nice, fully finished with walls and cieling, carpet, a tv, couch. There were also two small cots down there that Mark and Rob had opened for us.
They laid us down on the cots and used the tape to tape our wrists together in front of us. Our fists were also still taped together. We still had the gags and wedgies taped in place. They then took off our socks and taped our ankles together. They give our bare feet a little tickle which made us squeal into our gags and caused me to grunt from the pain of the wedgie.
Then they left us alone again. It was Friday and my parents were expecting me home until Sunday. That was the same time that their parents were due home. So it looked like were stuck that way until then.
They came down later with the phone and told me that my parents had called. They lied and said I was in the backyard with Thomas. They said they would call back in five minutes.
"We're gonna take that gag of yours off long enough for you to talk to your parents" Mark said. "But if you mention a peep about this, the wedgie will be the least of your problems." I grunted into my gag and nodded my head to let him know I understood.
They unwrapped the ace bandage and ripped all the tape off my lips. I immediately spit the brown pantyhose out of my mouth.
"You used moms pantyhose?" Mark asked Rob.
"Yup" Rob said laughing.
"What did you use on Thomas?"
"My dirty gym sock."
"That's so messed up."
"Yeah, but you get used to the taste. Right Thomas?" Thomas let out a furious grunt from underneath his gag.
The phone rang and they answered it and held it up to my ear. I told my parents I was having fun and all was well. When I was off the phone, the pantyhose found their way back into my mouth and they gagged me with four more strips of tape. Before they could put the ace bandage on, the doorbell rang.
Mark went to answer it and came back downstairs with his girlfriend. Her name was Danielle, also 17 at that time. She couldn't believe her eyes when she first saw us. We both mumbled and moaned into our gags, begging this girl to help us out.
"You actually did this to your brother?" she asked.
"Yup" they both said.
"That's so mean. But it's kinda funny too. Who's the other kid?"
"Andy. He's friends with Thomas."
"So should I ask why your brother and his friend are all taped up and gagged in your basement?"
"They lost a bet" was all Mark said.
"Hey!" Danielle said all excited. "I have an idea for them." She whispered something to Mark and he told Rob they would be back later.
Rob spent the time they were gone torturing us by tickling our bare feet. He used his fingers at first but then he decided to experiment. He used a plastic fork, an old toothbrush, a pair of chop sticks, and a back scratcher. The fork and toothbrush were the worst. Anytime the bristles of the toothbrush brused between my toes or down the soles of my feet I would spazz out and grunt into my gag.
Danielle and Mark returned later with three boxes. They finally untaped our hands and our feet and let us remove our gags.
"I'm going to do you a favor and give you a chance to get rid of those awful wedgies" Mark said. "There are three different sets of clothes in these boxes. You can each choose one box. The only rule is whatever box you choose, you have to wear whatever is in it. No exceptions."
We agreed and I chose box number three. Thomas chose box number one. We were both horrified when we opened the boxes and saw female clothing inside. They were all old clothes that belonged to Danielle when she was a bit younger than us.
The box I had chosen came with a trainer bra, pink panties, a pink princess outfit and a pair of pink pantyhose to go with it. Thomas also had a trainer bra, orange panties, a blue and white cheerleader costume, and suntan pantyhose in his box. We reluctantly changed into all of this, but not before Danielle painted our fingers and toes red.