Jason : 01 - Tying Up Contests (m/m, ff/mm)
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By Jason
Monday, December 22nd 2003 - 02:49:03 AM
Just happened upon this site and wanted to share one of my experiences. This happened to me when I was a teener. My buddy James and I always tied each other up. We were into sports like football, basketball and some wrestling and weight lifting. We would have contests and who ever lost got tied up and punished.
And we had all sorts of equipment. We would use ties, ropes, tape, bandanas, ace bandages whatever. Hey, it all worked.
To up the ante, if the one who got tied got loose, he had his way with the other and we would do all kinds of crazy thing to each other.
One day a couple of girls came by after I had James all trussed up. They wanted to know if we were gay and of course we replied negatively and that we were just having fun. We do this all the time. I told the girls that we were into sports and that being tied up was part of a contest. Whoever lost, got tied up.
Checking us out, the girls noted how athletic we looked and then challenged us. They asked us if we only tied up guys and if we would like to tie them up. I smiled and said of course. I had tied up my girlfriend many times.
One of the girls was named Pat and she indicated that since James was already tied up she would like to tie me up and if I got loose, I would get to tie her and James could tie up her girlfriend Carla.
I looked over at James and asked him what he thought. He agreed verbally and smiled. He liked, no, loved the idea. Tying each other up was fun, but getting these girls who were both knockouts really appealed to us.
Pat and Carla went over to James to check out his bonds. They challenged him to get loose. James indicated that my knots were tight and he was secure although he has slipped out a time or two.
I mentioned to Pat that James and I always had a sporting event first and whoever lost got tied up first. Pat looked at me, noticed a ping pong table and suggested a game of ping pong. I agreed and we went at it while James sat in his chair helplessly bound and Carla looked on with a sinister smile.
Pat smoked me in ping pong! It was no contest. But then, I never really practiced ping pong that much either.
Pat then asked me what equipment I had available. I showed her the ropes, tape and so on. Pat said she would be right back and went out to her car.
Pat came back with a duffle bag that was loaded. She unzipped the bag and told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I thought she was moving pretty fast and told her so. Her reply was something to the effect of no time to waste and no time like the present.
I stopped for a second and then told Pat that I really didn't know her that well, in fact not at all. She then called me a chicken and pretended to lose interest and walk out and away.
"What are you going to do to me once I am at your mercy?" I asked. Pat just smiled and reaffirmed that it would just be a game to see if I could get loose and if I did, I get to tie her and James would get to tie up Carla.
PAT then again demanded that I turn around and put my hands behind my back.
I complied and soon I felt loops of rope going around my wrists. Then Pat pulled the rope up under my armpit and over my shoulder and did the same with my other arm. She then crisscrossed the rope behind my back and in front of my chest then around my chest and shoulders. I couldn't move a muscle literally.
Pat then pulled out somemore rope and then proceeded to tie my feet then pulled the rope up and around my waist forming a loop and then pulled the rope between the loop and crisscrossed around my legs. If that wasn't enough, Pat got somemore rope and put it around my thighs. At this point I heard James yell out something and had just noticed that Carla was doing exactly the same thing to him over his already well tied and immobile bonds.
Pat said something about making it interesting and would not make it easy. James and I had never tied each other this securely. I asked Pat where she had learned to tie so well. She only said that she had a lot of practice. Carla then blurted out that they both had a lot of practice and that they were female DOMS!
At this point all I could think was Ugh oh!
Jason
USA
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01 - Bound by Charlene
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By Jason
Monday, December 22nd 2003 - 02:49:03 AM
Just happened upon this site and wanted to share one of my experiences. This happened to me when I was a teener. My buddy James and I always tied each other up. We were into sports like football, basketball and some wrestling and weight lifting. We would have contests and who ever lost got tied up and punished.
And we had all sorts of equipment. We would use ties, ropes, tape, bandanas, ace bandages whatever. Hey, it all worked.
To up the ante, if the one who got tied got loose, he had his way with the other and we would do all kinds of crazy thing to each other.
One day a couple of girls came by after I had James all trussed up. They wanted to know if we were gay and of course we replied negatively and that we were just having fun. We do this all the time. I told the girls that we were into sports and that being tied up was part of a contest. Whoever lost, got tied up.
Checking us out, the girls noted how athletic we looked and then challenged us. They asked us if we only tied up guys and if we would like to tie them up. I smiled and said of course. I had tied up my girlfriend many times.
One of the girls was named Pat and she indicated that since James was already tied up she would like to tie me up and if I got loose, I would get to tie her and James could tie up her girlfriend Carla.
I looked over at James and asked him what he thought. He agreed verbally and smiled. He liked, no, loved the idea. Tying each other up was fun, but getting these girls who were both knockouts really appealed to us.
Pat and Carla went over to James to check out his bonds. They challenged him to get loose. James indicated that my knots were tight and he was secure although he has slipped out a time or two.
I mentioned to Pat that James and I always had a sporting event first and whoever lost got tied up first. Pat looked at me, noticed a ping pong table and suggested a game of ping pong. I agreed and we went at it while James sat in his chair helplessly bound and Carla looked on with a sinister smile.
Pat smoked me in ping pong! It was no contest. But then, I never really practiced ping pong that much either.
Pat then asked me what equipment I had available. I showed her the ropes, tape and so on. Pat said she would be right back and went out to her car.
Pat came back with a duffle bag that was loaded. She unzipped the bag and told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I thought she was moving pretty fast and told her so. Her reply was something to the effect of no time to waste and no time like the present.
I stopped for a second and then told Pat that I really didn't know her that well, in fact not at all. She then called me a chicken and pretended to lose interest and walk out and away.
"What are you going to do to me once I am at your mercy?" I asked. Pat just smiled and reaffirmed that it would just be a game to see if I could get loose and if I did, I get to tie her and James would get to tie up Carla.
PAT then again demanded that I turn around and put my hands behind my back.
I complied and soon I felt loops of rope going around my wrists. Then Pat pulled the rope up under my armpit and over my shoulder and did the same with my other arm. She then crisscrossed the rope behind my back and in front of my chest then around my chest and shoulders. I couldn't move a muscle literally.
Pat then pulled out somemore rope and then proceeded to tie my feet then pulled the rope up and around my waist forming a loop and then pulled the rope between the loop and crisscrossed around my legs. If that wasn't enough, Pat got somemore rope and put it around my thighs. At this point I heard James yell out something and had just noticed that Carla was doing exactly the same thing to him over his already well tied and immobile bonds.
Pat said something about making it interesting and would not make it easy. James and I had never tied each other this securely. I asked Pat where she had learned to tie so well. She only said that she had a lot of practice. Carla then blurted out that they both had a lot of practice and that they were female DOMS!
At this point all I could think was Ugh oh!
Jason
USA
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- 01 - Tying Up Contests (m/m, ff/mm)
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