I wrote this story for another site two or three years ago but never posted it at this site before; because I was uncertain whether or not it violated any of the rules. For one thing, although all characters being tied or doing the tying/tormenting are underage, the scenario is set up by an adult and witnessed by various other adults who gamble on the outcome but do not participate in the TUGs themselves. There is no nudity nor sexual activity involved; just a straightforward Tug-related eating contest with involuntary participants.
One reason I am posting this is to help clarify where the line should be drawn when adults and teens are in the same story but do NOT interact.
If reactions are favorable I will post more (there is much more already done for both text and story). If not I'll just take this down again.
Chef: Welcome to the Moonshine Diner, boys. I hope you're all comfortable.
Ian (the boy with the gray shorts and bowl haircut): Well, I'm not! Why in hell did you tie us up to these chairs? I was told we were here to get some free food.
Chef: And so you are. Lots of it. The ropes are just to ensure that you don't leave.
Hank (the boy to Ian's left) (suspiciously): Why would we want to leave?
Chef (lightly): Well, some of the food might not be to your liking. Lima beans and spinach and Brussels sprouts for instance. Though we'll have pies and hamburgers too. The thing is, you six are here to participate in a food-eating contest... and to win you have to eat more and longer than the others. Simple, no?
Sean (the boy to Ian's right): And once we've done that we can go home?
Chef: No, the winner gets to go home. The remaining five must stay here overnight and then participate in the next contest tomorrow night. Then the winner of that one gets to go home, and the next four stay again, and so on.
Mike (the boy to Sean's right): And the last one remaining after five nights?
Chef (with a sinister smile): You don't want to know.
Ralph (the boy to Hank's left): You can't get away with this. Our folks won't let you!
Chef: Actually your folks volunteered you for this contest, for $150 each. You see, they claim each if you is eating them out of house and home. So now your talents for eating will be put to good use. The customer I draw in to watch the contest and place bets on the winner will make me a fortune.
Jake (the boy between Mike and Ralph): You're crazy! You can't get away with this!
Chef: You kid have such big mouths. (Grins) Good; you'll need them for the contest, which starts in just a few hours. Rest and relax until then. Meanwhile, would you boys like something to eat?
The boys make their refusals in various but purely negative ways.
Hours pass, and it begins to get dark outside as evening approaches. All is quiet in Moonshine's Diner, as the place is open for business only at night. Finally the diner staff begins to arrive and begin preparations for the night's business. None of them pay any attention to the boys bound at the table, despite their best efforts to beg for release.
Chef: Be quiet kids, or I'll have to gag you until the contest begins.
Ian: EAT SHIT!
Chef (in a no-nonsense tone): Say something like that to me again and I’ll make sure that's what you do! Same goes for the rest of you.
Silence pervades the room as Chef's wait staff gather around him.
Sancho (waiter): Looks like you've collected a wild bunch of contestants this time around, Fred.
Chef (aka Fred): They've got spirit, that's for sure. That ought to make the contest far more interesting than when we had willing volunteers. The fact that they can't just quite this time should make the stakes interesting.
Wilma (waitress): So how are you going to make them eat if they can't even feed themselves?
Chef: Simple. The people who bet the most on them get to feed them. Since the feeders will have a vested interest in the outcome, they'll make sure none of the contestants will slack off.
Kyle (15-year-old busboy): And I get to bring them all their grub? Cool. Can I place a bet too?
Chef: Sorry Kyle, but no. You might be tempted to influence the outcome. Can’t have my customers think the game is rigged. But don't worry; do a good job keeping them supplied with food and I’ll make sure you get a nice bonus for tonight's work.
Kyle (with a wicked grin): Cool!
Chef: Better get ready. The first customers are driving into the parking lot now.
It grows as dark outside as it is inside the hearts of the six boys tied in place around the table as the customers began to enter the restaurant. The only lights that have been turned on are those overhead and closest to the six contestants themselves, while from their point of view the rest of the world is plunged into unfathomable darkness.
There are the sounds of whispered and amused conversation as the customers are seated... placing their orders for food and drink and placing their bets on the winner of the contest at the same time.
The winning contestant would pay four to one odds. As there are six contestants, this leaves a hefty percentage for the house. Wagers are apparently being placed on the boys on a fairly even basis, with no clear favorites or underdogs.
The restaurant appears to be nearly fully occupied when Kyle comes to the table with a broad grin on his face. Behind him three other boys his age step into the light.
Kyle: Three of your helpers have arrived, and the others will appear shortly. I think each of you know your server.
One of the boys, an athletic black boy in a blue shirt, stands between Ian and Hank. His name is Chris.
Chris (turning to Hank): Hiya Hank. Remember me?
Hank (evidently horrified): Oh no! What are you doing here?
Chris: When I heard about this contest, and that you would be in it, I just knew I had to get in on it.
Ian (to Hank): What's wrong? Who is this kid?
Hank (to Ian): one of my schoolmates, and the worst bully in my grade. He's the bane of my existence!
At this point the other two boys come into the light and stand by the table. One, a tall, slim boy in black shorts and black T-shirt, steps between Sean and Mike, and faces Mike with a sour look of satisfaction; his name is Larry. The other steps in between Jake and Ralph, and looks mildly at Jake; his name is Chet. Mike and Jake look at the newcomers with horrified expressions; obviously knowing who they are looking at.
Chet (to Jake): We meet again, food thief. Heheheheheee.
Larry: I hope you're hungry tonight, Mike.
Jake and Mike: *Groan!*
Kyle: Looks like this will be a fun contest tonight. And the other three haven't even shown up yet. Oh wait, here they come now.
Three other boys walk within the lighted area around the table, and each stands alongside of the three remaining boys tied in place who has not already received a visitor.
The first is a slightly stocky Asian boy who stands to Ian's right and look at him. The next is a taller, slenderer boy wearing glasses, blue shirt and shorts, and a flat-top haircut, who stands beside Hank. Finally, a swarthy Filipino boy wearing a Gangsta outfit stands besides Ralph. None of the tied boys looks even remotely happy at seeing their would-be companion.
Ralph (nervously to Filipino boy): Long time no see, Rico.
Rico (sardonically): Not long enough to suit you though, huh Ralphie? I remember the last time we met clear as if it was yesterday. Now I'm gonna get you back for stealing my bike.
Ralph: I only borrowed it for a while.
Rico: And did a hundred dollars of damage to it during that 'while'. Now I'm going to have some fun helping you win this contest. And you'd better win, because I bet another hundred on you being the winner.
The other boys are having similar conversations with their 'partners', each of whom has been wronged in some way by the boy tied to his chair beside him. It would appear the Fred the chef chose wisely and well in selecting his contestants; none of whom have any friends and all of whom have numerous acquaintances who would love to witness this predicament they were in.
Some of the 'servers' bring up small chairs for themselves so that they may be seated while they feed their 'partner', but others choose to simply. Rico chooses to stand, but removes his shirt just as the food is being brought in to the table.
The first serving is a breakfast dish (even though it is now past nine o'clock in the evening and it is fully dark outside) composed of fried eggs, bacon, hash browns, and a well-buttered English muffin - along with a cup of cold grape juice.
By this time all six boys at the table are quite hungry and the food looks and smells extremely inviting. Therefore, their 'servers' have no difficulty in getting their particular 'charges' to eat what is set before them.
Ralph finds the experience particularly distracting. On the one hand, it is extremely humiliating to be tied to a chair and forced to eat whatever is set before him in such a public venue, with at least a hundred customers in the diner all now watching him and the other five 'contestants' as they eat their own meals (in a much more leisurely manner) and continuing to place their bets on who they think will win the eating contest.
But at the same time the food (at least this first course) is tasty and he is very hungry. But there is another matter that Ralph does not want to think about. Rico, though more an adversary than a friend at this time, is well-built, handsome, and - especially with his shirt off - is quite attractive to Ralph. He has never experienced such feeling for another boy before and does not know how to handle it; especially under such strange circumstances as these. Fortunately, his feelings are easily masked during the encounter because of the general commotion; he is, after all, hardly the sole center of anyone's attention right now.
Except for Rico... and Rico is a very perceptive boy indeed.
The boys get through the first course easily enough, as the food is tasty and they are hungry. Within five minutes of being served his first course, each boy at the table - assisted by his server - has cleaned off his plate.
But now the second course arrives, and matters proceed quite differently because this time each boy is served the most unpopular vegetables known to boy-kind.
This course is composed of a salad, broccoli, Brussels sprouts, spinach, collard greens, and asparagus. Not a single one of the six contestants likes a single one of these vegetables, even though each is fresh and cooked to perfection. There is nothing wrong with the vegetables; other than the contestants' extreme distaste for them.
But of course this is what their servers have been waiting for. Each server has bet on the boy he is feeding winning the contest, and none of them are willing to let his charge just say "No" to what is being served him.
Ian was being particularly stubborn in his refusal to eat even a single bite of the vegetarian delight set before him.
Jack (to Ian): Maybe your mom lets you get away with not eating your veggies, but you're eating everything here if I have to cram it all down your throat!
And Jack immediately makes good on his threat; pulling on Ian's hair and forcing his mouth open in the process. Nor are the other servers any less enthusiastic in feeding their charges their vegetables. Lee even gives Sean some nipple cripples when he thinks Sean is eating too slow.
Fortunately the salads are not too large nor the nasty vegetables too numerous, and the six now somewhat nauseated contestants finally manage to consume the last of them - at least, after sufficient 'persuasion' from their servers to do so. It helps that the contestants at least got their choice of salad dressing for the salad, and this helps them get the greens down more easily.
Some of the boys began to moan when the third course was brought up, but those moans quickly faded when the boys saw that their next course included steak and baked potatoes (along with more vegetables, but all but Jake liked pea and carrots).
It was somewhat tough sledding for Jake, who didn't like any vegetables whereas his fellow contestants liked or at least tolerated them. But his server Chet was brooking no refusal. Since Chet was not allowed to help his 'partner' by eating the vegetables himself, he made sure that no scrap of food remained on the plate more than a minute or so after everyone else had finished.
Chet would have made sure Jake finished even faster than he had, but Chet had to be careful not to injure Jake by shoving the fork into his mouth too hard. As it was, his enthusiasm nearly caused a few choking incidents. Ironically, this was - however unintentionally - sufficient incentive to get Jake to eat his veggies as fast as he could. Better to eat the veggies than to choke on a piece of steak shoved too forcefully down his throat.
The steak course is finished and quickly cleared away, and the next course brought in: cheeseburgers and French fries.
Although this food would normally be very appealing, the six boys in the contest are no longer at all hungry. In fact, even the hungriest of them when they had started out is feeling distinctly stuffed. No one wants to eat any further - not even the tastiest dessert would appeal to any of them now.
Unfortunately, none of the contestants have any say in the matter, and their servers relentlessly continue to shove food into their mouths. Forcefully if need be, now that the sharpness of utensils causing them possible injury is no longer a factor.
Mike in particular is feeling a bit bloated, but Larry is not giving him any respite. A few hard taps to his bloated stomach convinces Mike that he had better cooperate, or his growing bellyache would have more than one cause.
Larry's face is wreathed with a cherubic smile as he held the cheeseburger up to Mike's mouth. Mike merely closes his eyes tightly and does his best to continue. However, in place of the soda that was served with this course, Mike would have been happier with a glass of water with a couple of Alker-Seltzer tablets dissolved into it.
But at least the food itself is good enough not to make this ordeal too onerous as yet to the six reluctant contestants.
The previous course is cleared away and the next one served up; a medium sized cheese pizza cut into six slices. At first each boy tied at the table thinks that they would be splitting this one pizza and getting only a single slice apiece from it, but as a second and then a third pizza is brought in, it is clearly evident that each of them would be expected to devour an entire pizza.
Each of the boys moans at this, but Hank moans the most loudly - in part because it is his turn to be the first served. Like all the boys, he normally had a lean, trim figure despite his tendency to eat enough to feed two boys his size. But now his once-taut belly is already beginning to bulge painfully from the food he had already been forced to eat. He loves pizza and normally would have relished this free meal; but now he is already stuffed and sees this new course as sheer torture.
So does Chris; his server. With a smile of pure glee on his dark, handsome face, Chris lifts the first slice up to Hank's mouth. Hank cannot bring himself to open his mouth to accept this food however; not until the fingers of Chris's other hand digs into Hank's hair and tugs backward on it with unrelenting force.
To be Continued?
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...