01 - My Best Christmas
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By Greg
Thursday, October 30th 2003 - 08:35:12 AM
My Best Christmas
I am a big fan of this web page and I think I've read every story all the way back to the start. My name is Greg and I'm 15 and I live with my brother, Grant who is 17 and my father. My mother died when I was about eight. Her sister, my aunt, looks in on us all the time to see if we are alright and my father says she is just snooping.
Anyway, when I was about eleven, I saw a television program about Houdini and how he was an escape artist. I thought it was great, and I decided that I want to be an escape artist too. The idea of being all tied up and then escaping fascinated me. So I asked Dad about it and he said that being an escape artist was difficult and required years of practice and I should forget it. But I looked around and found some rope and then one day after school I asked Grant if he would tie me up so I could practice. Grant thought it was weird, but he took the rope and tied my hands and then he tied my legs, and left me alone. I fooled around for a while, and in about half an hour I was free. It seemed easy. I used my teeth to untie the knots and there was no problem. So I kept asking Grant to tie me up and he did only he started tieing my hands behind my back and finally he did it good enough that I was still tied up when Dad got home. Dad wanted to know what I was doing, and I explained that I was practicing to be an escape artist. He just laughed and left me alone and finally at dinner time he made Grant untie me.
Well, Grant kept tieing me up once or twice a week, and he did it better and better so I could hardly ever get free any more. So I decided that being an escape artist wasn't so easy after all. But I liked it when I was tied up, so I asked him to do it again and again and I also asked some of my friends from school to tie me up when I was at there house. But it was best when Grant tied me up.
I asked Dad to tie me up too, but he said he wouldn't do it but it was OK if Grant did it as long as he didn't hurt me.
About a year later Dad gave me a pair of handcuffs for Christmas, and that was neat for a while, but they hurt my wrists, so I decided not to use them for a while until I got better at escaping from the rope. I could never get out of them anyway. So that went on for a while. Then last Christmas on Christmas morning Dad and me and Grant got up and there were gifts under the tree. I had a big one from Dad and a smaller one from Grant. They both watched as I opened the big one and took out something made of heavy cloth. It took me a while to figure out that it was a straightjacket. Now you can really practice to be Houdini said Dad. Of course I wanted to put it on right away but Grant said I should open his gift first, so I did. I saw some rope and a few other things in the box and didn't know what they were, so I thanked him and put the box down and asked Dad to help me into the straightjacket. He did, and made it really tight. I was in my jockey shorts and Dad pulled tight the straps that went between my legs. It felt wonderful. Then Grant said asked if I wanted to use his gifts too, and I said I guess so cause I didn't know exactly what they were.
First he helped me lay down on the floor and took the rope and tied my legs and pulled them up behind me and tied them to the back of the straightjacket. It felt good. Then he took out the next thing and told me to open my mouth and he put a large black ball in my mouth. It had a small belt though it and he tightened it up behind my neck and I realized it was a gag. By then I had been tied up a lot but never gagged. It was something new for me and felt funny. Finally he put on a blindfold and made it tight. Then they told me to practice escaping because Houdini was famous for his escapes from straightjackets. Of course there was no way I could escape. Grant and Dad opened their gifts and I lay squirming on the floor as happy as I ever was. After a couple of hours Dad said they had to release me because my aunt and uncle and cousins were coming for dinner and they might not understand seeing me all tied up that way. So I put away my gifts and we had dinner and everything.
At night Grant and I went to our room and got ready for bed. I sat on my bed and looked at my straightjacket and held it. Grant asked if I liked it and I said that it was wonderful. It was the best gift I ever got. Then he asked if I would like to be in it again and I got excited and said I would. He asked if I would like to be tied up again like I was in the morning and I said I sure would. He told me to go to the bathroom and said that if he put me in the straight jacket and gag it would be for all night and I said that would be fine. So Grant put me in the straitjacket and then the gag and he tied up my legs like he did before and then the blindfold and I was on my bed and realized that I could hardly move. Grant went to bed and said goodnight, and I made sounds into the gag. For a while it was fun, but after a while I wondered if I had done the right thing. Finally I decided that I wanted to be free, but Grant was asleep and I couldn't wake him. So I spent the night in my straitjacket and gag and blindfold all tied up. In the morning Dad came in to wake us up and found me all tied up. He was really angry and took away my gifts and said we would have to talk about this before I would get them back. He said it was stupid to be tied up all night, and he was angry at Grant and at me. He said it could be dangerous.
Since then Grant can put me in my straightjacket only when Dad is at home. Once in a while, if all my homework is done, Dad and Grant will put me in the straightjacket and gag and blindfold on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon or even in the morning after breakfast and let me be in it all day and into the evening. I like that best. One time on Sunday I was all tied up in my room when my aunt and uncle dropped in unexpected. They said they had brought us dinner - which they do sometimes and they would stay for a while. Dad said I was out with friends. Grant came in quietly and told me that my aunt and uncle were here and that I had to stay all tied up and gagged and hidden in my room until they left.
Anyway, getting that straightjacket was the best gift I ever got, and I like it. Dad asked me one day if I really liked being tied up, and I was embarassed, but said that I really did. So now he sometimes puts me in my straightjacket too. But he doesn't think I should let any of my friends tie me up because they might just go away and leave me. Anyway, getting that gift last Christmas was my best Christmas ever.
I hope people will keep writing their stories about being tied up cause I like to read them and they give me ideas. I still hope to be an escape artist some day even though I can't get out of my straightjacket at all.
Grant
Greg
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Greg's stories
- 01 - My Best Christmas (m/m)
- 02 - Grant's Solution (m/m)
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