A TUG with Tyler [M/M]
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2019 8:58 am
When I was 14 or thereabouts, I had a friend named Tyler (not actual name). Tyler was just a bit younger than I was. He was good at rope work and knots and I knew it, as I had already been tied up by him once before. I was already into TUGs at that point, but I'm not sure that Tyler was especially or that he knew that I was. He obliged to participate, however, due to the games we'd play (e.g. Army, Cops & Robbers) or because of challenges we'd set for ourselves.
One such challenge occurred when he came over to my house. After some unimportant preliminaries, we were in my room and I kind of just blurted out, "I bet I can escape if you tie me up." To which Tyler responded, "What will you give me if you cant?" I wasn't expecting this, but I had some candy left over from some holiday or other so I offered that as a prize if he could effectively restrain me. He agreed and the challenge was set.
Tyler was fairly well built and muscular, even for a young teen. He had short, brown hair and a generally boyish look. On this particular day he was wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and white, crew-length athletic socks. Although I was taller than Tyler, I wasn't as muscular. I also had short, brown hair. I was wearing a gray t-shirt, jeans, and gray, crew-length athletic socks.
We headed down to the basement and I could hardly contain my excitement. I had a stash of ropes stored down there, plus it provided an ideal locale for the challenge as it would be out of the hustle and bustle of the rest of the family. In the basement there was a storage closet with shelves along all for walls. The shelves were supported by thick poles that were firmly attached to the floor and ceiling.
After laying the ropes out and closing the closet door Tyler instructed me to get on the ground. I was expecting him to hogtie me, as this is how he had tied me up before. But he had something else in mind. He told me to lay on my back and extend my arms above my head. I obeyed and as I did so he grabbed my wrists and crossed them. Having selected a rather thick nylon rope, he began to wrap my wrists around and around several times. Then he changed directions and cinched the original wraps. He finished things off with a double knot. Even though there were still a couple of feet of rope left on the ends, I assumed Tyler was done. But I was wrong. With the remaining length of rope he pulled my wrists tightly behind my head and wrapped the ends around one of the poles that supported the shelves. He tied the ropes with several knots and secured the rope to the pole. I was now effectively attached to the pole, which was firmly attached to the foundation of the house. I wasn't going anywhere.
I was intrigued, nervous, and excited all at the same time. Tyler moved on to my feet. He grabbed another thick nylon rope and, after having moved my ankles tightly together, began wrapping the rope tightly around them. I was glad I was wearing crew-length socks, otherwise I probably would have received rope burns. Tyler could have been a professional kidnapper, as he was making the bonds so tight. After about ten wraps of the rope, he began to wrap between my ankles and cinch the rope in place. He finished things off with another double knot, again leaving length at the end of the rope. In a split second I knew what was coming next. He began to pull my feet to the shelf pole that was diagonally opposite of the one to which my hands had been tied. He pulled hard, relieving the ropes of any slack. He wrapped the ends around the pole and knotted them several times.
I tested my bonds and knew I was stuck. I couldn't slide up towards my hands, nor down towards my feet. This left me virtually unable to access any of the knots Tyler had used to bind me. His work complete he said something like, "Thanks for the candy." He opened the closet door, slipped through it and shut it behind him. I was trapped.
I was breathing hard now. I was nervous and excited. This was the first time I had ever been immobilized so effectively. I enjoyed the feeling of being so helpless. I enjoyed how it felt for Tyler to wrap the ropes around my limbs, and to see my wrists and socked feet being pulled towards the poles, ultimately to be firmly attached in place. This was all new and I was feeling sublime. After a few moments, however, I started to feel a bit of panic at the prospect of not being able to get out. What if Tyler had left for good, and I had been left to be found by some unsuspecting family member. I pulled and tugged, but that only seemed to make the knots tighten. I wasn't getting out without some help.
After what seemed like a very long time (I'm sure it was just a few minutes) Tyler returned and came back into the closet. He had candy in hand (and in mouth). He asked if I was ready to be released and I sheepishly responded in the affirmative, although I should have liked to have stayed in that predicament for hours. Tyler took his time untying my hands, and then left me to untie my feet on my own.
That was one of the best early TUG experiences I ever had, though it was one of many. Let me know what you think and if you'd like to hear any more. Thanks for reading!
One such challenge occurred when he came over to my house. After some unimportant preliminaries, we were in my room and I kind of just blurted out, "I bet I can escape if you tie me up." To which Tyler responded, "What will you give me if you cant?" I wasn't expecting this, but I had some candy left over from some holiday or other so I offered that as a prize if he could effectively restrain me. He agreed and the challenge was set.
Tyler was fairly well built and muscular, even for a young teen. He had short, brown hair and a generally boyish look. On this particular day he was wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and white, crew-length athletic socks. Although I was taller than Tyler, I wasn't as muscular. I also had short, brown hair. I was wearing a gray t-shirt, jeans, and gray, crew-length athletic socks.
We headed down to the basement and I could hardly contain my excitement. I had a stash of ropes stored down there, plus it provided an ideal locale for the challenge as it would be out of the hustle and bustle of the rest of the family. In the basement there was a storage closet with shelves along all for walls. The shelves were supported by thick poles that were firmly attached to the floor and ceiling.
After laying the ropes out and closing the closet door Tyler instructed me to get on the ground. I was expecting him to hogtie me, as this is how he had tied me up before. But he had something else in mind. He told me to lay on my back and extend my arms above my head. I obeyed and as I did so he grabbed my wrists and crossed them. Having selected a rather thick nylon rope, he began to wrap my wrists around and around several times. Then he changed directions and cinched the original wraps. He finished things off with a double knot. Even though there were still a couple of feet of rope left on the ends, I assumed Tyler was done. But I was wrong. With the remaining length of rope he pulled my wrists tightly behind my head and wrapped the ends around one of the poles that supported the shelves. He tied the ropes with several knots and secured the rope to the pole. I was now effectively attached to the pole, which was firmly attached to the foundation of the house. I wasn't going anywhere.
I was intrigued, nervous, and excited all at the same time. Tyler moved on to my feet. He grabbed another thick nylon rope and, after having moved my ankles tightly together, began wrapping the rope tightly around them. I was glad I was wearing crew-length socks, otherwise I probably would have received rope burns. Tyler could have been a professional kidnapper, as he was making the bonds so tight. After about ten wraps of the rope, he began to wrap between my ankles and cinch the rope in place. He finished things off with another double knot, again leaving length at the end of the rope. In a split second I knew what was coming next. He began to pull my feet to the shelf pole that was diagonally opposite of the one to which my hands had been tied. He pulled hard, relieving the ropes of any slack. He wrapped the ends around the pole and knotted them several times.
I tested my bonds and knew I was stuck. I couldn't slide up towards my hands, nor down towards my feet. This left me virtually unable to access any of the knots Tyler had used to bind me. His work complete he said something like, "Thanks for the candy." He opened the closet door, slipped through it and shut it behind him. I was trapped.
I was breathing hard now. I was nervous and excited. This was the first time I had ever been immobilized so effectively. I enjoyed the feeling of being so helpless. I enjoyed how it felt for Tyler to wrap the ropes around my limbs, and to see my wrists and socked feet being pulled towards the poles, ultimately to be firmly attached in place. This was all new and I was feeling sublime. After a few moments, however, I started to feel a bit of panic at the prospect of not being able to get out. What if Tyler had left for good, and I had been left to be found by some unsuspecting family member. I pulled and tugged, but that only seemed to make the knots tighten. I wasn't getting out without some help.
After what seemed like a very long time (I'm sure it was just a few minutes) Tyler returned and came back into the closet. He had candy in hand (and in mouth). He asked if I was ready to be released and I sheepishly responded in the affirmative, although I should have liked to have stayed in that predicament for hours. Tyler took his time untying my hands, and then left me to untie my feet on my own.
That was one of the best early TUG experiences I ever had, though it was one of many. Let me know what you think and if you'd like to hear any more. Thanks for reading!