Jack’s changing friendship (chapter 22 added 15-1-21)
Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2020 1:39 am
This the first story I’ve ever written please be gentle. Any feed back is appreciated. Hope you like it.
Chapter 1 - the stupid bet
What was I thinking agreeing to this stupid bet? I should have known there was more to this than a game of pool. Now I was in way over my head and there was no turning back.
Let’s start from the beginning. My name is Jack, I’m 19 stand 170cm tall, weigh no more than 70 kilos and have short messy blonde hair. Ive recently realised that I’m gay, but haven’t come out yet. Oh and I’ve got a secret crush on my best friend Will.
Jack
Will was drop dead gorgeous. Standing at 198cm and 115 kilos he was perfection personified. His light brown hair was never out of place. His biceps were about as thick as my thighs, but best of all was his smile. It could melt ice. He knew it was his best feature and purposefully made people swoon by flashing it.
Will was one of those guys good at everything’s did. He was the star player in the local footy team, top of the class in every subject and was pretty much a real life Prince Charming. Every girl that met him wanted to date him and every guy wanted to be him.
We have known one another since we were 5, and from that moment we have been almost inseparable. I had a small group of friends, Will on the other hand seemed to be friends with everyone.
Will
We were also highly competitive with one another, like two brothers not wanting to lose to the other.To top that off we would often have a wager or bet before our games.
The consequences would normally be to do something mundane like chores.We would occasionally have higher stakes, like streaking naked around the block. A couple of times I had spent some time tied up to Will’s bed and tickled mercilessly.
That’s why I’m in this predicament.
On this particular day, we were playing pool in Will’s games room. Will had won a couple of games, luckily for me had had gone pretty easy on me by making me grab him a drink and order the pizza.
After winning the next game Will made me feed him a few slices of pizza and his drink so he didn’t have to lift a finger. He would click his fingers and point, rather than speak. Just to get me angry. Right before I could complain, he flashed that toothy grin and say he was just playing around.
For what I thought would be our last game we decided that the winner would get a foot massage from the loser. As much as I would have loved nothing more than to be servicing Will’s size 13 feet. As soon as we started playing the game the competitive juices started flowing and I managed to win.
I plonked myself down on the couch, took of my batters Nike hightops and gestured for Will to come and start. He sat next to me and I swivelled around to face him.
“Get to work” I mockingly said whilst trusting my socked foot into his face.
“GEEZ they reek” Will mumbled whilst crinkling his nose at them.
I just chuckled and wiggled my toes as he grabbed my foot and started to massage them through my sock. His big hands went to work rubbing and kneading my foot. It felt amazing.Yet another thing he was great at I thought to myself.
Will was not really paying much attention. So like a little brat I took my chance to catch him off guard. I lifted my other foot a pushed it straight into his face and over his his nose
“Sniff these” I jokingly taunted.
Will coughed and spluttered before regaining his composure. I realised the error I had made but it was to late. Will locked his vice like arm around my ankles and began to tickle my feet with his other hand.
I thrashed around trying to get away, but it was no use. He was not letting go. I could hardly breath from laughing so hard, tears started rolling down my cheeks. I begged him to stop but the onslaught continued. I continued to wriggle and squirm in an attempt to get out. Will didn’t let up for a moment.
“You’ll pay for that you little twerp“
The onslaught went on for several minutes until I was close to wetting myself.Then finally he stopped although he remained firmly holding onto my ankles.
“Alright, let’s play one more game. The loser gets tied up and the winner can do whatever they want with them”
I hesitated still trying to catch my breath. Will dug his fingers into my feet again. I began laugh.
“Ok, ok you win. Loser gets tied up” I said through all the laughter.
Will let go and started setting up the table while I tried to regain my breath.
Unfortunately for me the game wasn’t even close. Will wiped the floor with me. After he sunk the winning ball I sighed and slunk down onto the couch, before looking up at Will.
Will flashed me a smile. “your mine now, bitch! Now strip down to your underwear and get on the pool table, while I go get some things”.
Before I had a chance to protest Will grabbed me in a headlock before threatening to tickle me till I pissed myself if I disobeyed or hesitated with his orders he would make sure to punish me.
Will let go and watched me start to remove my jumper and T-shirt. Satisfied I was following his orders he ran out of the room. I slowly took of the rest of my clothes.Then with only my skimpy little boxer briefs on I climbed onto pool table and waited for Will to return. It seemed to take Will an eternity to return.
When he finally came bounding back into the games room, he was carrying a large duffle bag. Will dropped the bag just out of sight so I couldn’t see what was in it.
“What’s in there?” I asked.
“You’ll find out soon enough” he quipped back.
He reached down and grabbed a few lengths of white rope out. I let out a quite noticeable gulp, and nervously laid down.
Will looked down at me and smirked. “Looks like someone is enjoying this” I instinctively went to cover myself, as I did he grabbed my arm by the wrist.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about.” he looked down and gave me a wink. I can’t believe I had a raging boner even worse Will had noticed.
I tried to avert my eyes and could feel myself going bright red with embarrassment. Will took little notice and began to wrap the rope around my wrist a few times. Knotted it snuggly then ran the rope down the leg of the table before tying it off at the base.
“Try to move that arm” Will commanded.
I tried but there was no slack. Satisfied with his work he repeated this on my other wrist. Stretching my tiny frame out over the table. He tested my bonds himself before moving towards my feet.
On his way to the foot of the table he gently ran his hand down my body. Slowly and lightly running it down my arm and across to my nipple. He pinched it playfully. I flinched and tried to move away from his touch.
Will just laughed and reminded me as the winner he could do whatever he liked. I let out a huge sigh and tried to relax.
With that his hand continued its journey down my body. He ran it over my abs down towards my waist band. I began to let out a little whimper, but caught it before I let too much out.
Will chuckled and pretended not to notice, before continuing down to my inner thigh. He lingered there just to tease me. He slowly ran his fingers along the sensitive area. Running it from close to my balls down about half way then back up.
I tried as best I could to hold it in, but I couldn’t. I began to moan. First under my breath, then louder. Still his hand lingered, I began to fidget in the restraints.
“OMG that feels so good“ I blurted out.
Will stopped. I looked at him in horror. Will was looking back at me, flashing a big toothy grin. He just raised an eyebrow before setting to work at restraining my legs, clearly satisfied with my humiliation.
Just like my arms he wrapped the rope a few times around my ankles before running the length of rope down the leg of the table and tying the to the base of the table leg.The only knots now way out of reach.
I was now tied spread eagle on the pool table. My tiny frame stretched and exposed. Will took the opportunity to graze my sensitive soles. I yelped and tried to move my feet to no avail.
“Almost done, we have one final touch“
Will went back into his bag and grabbed out a roll of heavy grade duct tape.
“Don’t want the neighbours to hear what’s going on do we?” Will said whilst patting me on the cheek.
Just as I went to plead with Will, I noticed he had kicked of his shoe and was peeling of his black Nike elite sock. I instinctively clamped my mouth shut.
As he brought the sock towards my mouth I noticed the white sections on the heel and toe had almost turned black. It smelled putrid. When had he last washed it?
I twisted, turned and tried to fight it. I pleaded with my best puppy dog eyes. He took no notice and held the balled up sock over my mouth.
“This sock is going in that yapper of yours and you’re going to like it.” Will snorted.
I continued to struggle and fight. Finally when Will was done with my resistance and pinched my nostrils shut. I held on 30-40 seconds before I couldn’t hold my breath anymore.
I opened my mouth to take a breath. Will quickly crammed the huge stinker in.
“Mmmph” It was so salty, cheesy and moist. I tried using my tongue to block it out. It was no good the sock was to big and will was to quick. Lint and fluff caught in my throat making me cough and splutter into sock held firmly by Will’s hand.
“I’ve been wearing those socks for like a month. Surprised you couldn’t smell them earlier” Will joked.
He looked straight into my eyes with a very serious expression on his face. “If you try to spit that out you’ll regret it”
He removed his hand from my mouth, to grab the duct tape. I didn’t move for fear of what he would do if I disobeyed him.
The next thing I know the brute slapped the tape on my cheek and began to wrap the extra sticky tape around my head. He easily wrapped it fifteen times around my mouth and patted it smooth. Defeated I lay there chewing on my friends putrid sock trying not to vomit.
“Nice and quiet. Hey sock boy!” Will said whilst gripping my hair and forcing me to look at him as he admired his handy work.
He patted my cheek and said “We are going to have so much fun” Whilst returning to grab something else from the bag.
Before I knew what was going will had covered my eyes with what appeared to be one of his footy socks. It was quickly knotted behind my head.
With that done I could hear him rummaging once again through the bag. Will placed a few items on the table beside me.
He leaned in close, I could feel his breath on my face.
“I’ve got a few questions to ask you, you’d better answer these truthfully or these pictures get sent to all our friends and family”.
‘Click’ then I heard the sound of his phone camera go off.
It was at this moment I knew I was in big trouble and there was nothing I could do about it.
Chapter 1 - the stupid bet
What was I thinking agreeing to this stupid bet? I should have known there was more to this than a game of pool. Now I was in way over my head and there was no turning back.
Let’s start from the beginning. My name is Jack, I’m 19 stand 170cm tall, weigh no more than 70 kilos and have short messy blonde hair. Ive recently realised that I’m gay, but haven’t come out yet. Oh and I’ve got a secret crush on my best friend Will.
Jack
Will was drop dead gorgeous. Standing at 198cm and 115 kilos he was perfection personified. His light brown hair was never out of place. His biceps were about as thick as my thighs, but best of all was his smile. It could melt ice. He knew it was his best feature and purposefully made people swoon by flashing it.
Will was one of those guys good at everything’s did. He was the star player in the local footy team, top of the class in every subject and was pretty much a real life Prince Charming. Every girl that met him wanted to date him and every guy wanted to be him.
We have known one another since we were 5, and from that moment we have been almost inseparable. I had a small group of friends, Will on the other hand seemed to be friends with everyone.
Will
We were also highly competitive with one another, like two brothers not wanting to lose to the other.To top that off we would often have a wager or bet before our games.
The consequences would normally be to do something mundane like chores.We would occasionally have higher stakes, like streaking naked around the block. A couple of times I had spent some time tied up to Will’s bed and tickled mercilessly.
That’s why I’m in this predicament.
On this particular day, we were playing pool in Will’s games room. Will had won a couple of games, luckily for me had had gone pretty easy on me by making me grab him a drink and order the pizza.
After winning the next game Will made me feed him a few slices of pizza and his drink so he didn’t have to lift a finger. He would click his fingers and point, rather than speak. Just to get me angry. Right before I could complain, he flashed that toothy grin and say he was just playing around.
For what I thought would be our last game we decided that the winner would get a foot massage from the loser. As much as I would have loved nothing more than to be servicing Will’s size 13 feet. As soon as we started playing the game the competitive juices started flowing and I managed to win.
I plonked myself down on the couch, took of my batters Nike hightops and gestured for Will to come and start. He sat next to me and I swivelled around to face him.
“Get to work” I mockingly said whilst trusting my socked foot into his face.
“GEEZ they reek” Will mumbled whilst crinkling his nose at them.
I just chuckled and wiggled my toes as he grabbed my foot and started to massage them through my sock. His big hands went to work rubbing and kneading my foot. It felt amazing.Yet another thing he was great at I thought to myself.
Will was not really paying much attention. So like a little brat I took my chance to catch him off guard. I lifted my other foot a pushed it straight into his face and over his his nose
“Sniff these” I jokingly taunted.
Will coughed and spluttered before regaining his composure. I realised the error I had made but it was to late. Will locked his vice like arm around my ankles and began to tickle my feet with his other hand.
I thrashed around trying to get away, but it was no use. He was not letting go. I could hardly breath from laughing so hard, tears started rolling down my cheeks. I begged him to stop but the onslaught continued. I continued to wriggle and squirm in an attempt to get out. Will didn’t let up for a moment.
“You’ll pay for that you little twerp“
The onslaught went on for several minutes until I was close to wetting myself.Then finally he stopped although he remained firmly holding onto my ankles.
“Alright, let’s play one more game. The loser gets tied up and the winner can do whatever they want with them”
I hesitated still trying to catch my breath. Will dug his fingers into my feet again. I began laugh.
“Ok, ok you win. Loser gets tied up” I said through all the laughter.
Will let go and started setting up the table while I tried to regain my breath.
Unfortunately for me the game wasn’t even close. Will wiped the floor with me. After he sunk the winning ball I sighed and slunk down onto the couch, before looking up at Will.
Will flashed me a smile. “your mine now, bitch! Now strip down to your underwear and get on the pool table, while I go get some things”.
Before I had a chance to protest Will grabbed me in a headlock before threatening to tickle me till I pissed myself if I disobeyed or hesitated with his orders he would make sure to punish me.
Will let go and watched me start to remove my jumper and T-shirt. Satisfied I was following his orders he ran out of the room. I slowly took of the rest of my clothes.Then with only my skimpy little boxer briefs on I climbed onto pool table and waited for Will to return. It seemed to take Will an eternity to return.
When he finally came bounding back into the games room, he was carrying a large duffle bag. Will dropped the bag just out of sight so I couldn’t see what was in it.
“What’s in there?” I asked.
“You’ll find out soon enough” he quipped back.
He reached down and grabbed a few lengths of white rope out. I let out a quite noticeable gulp, and nervously laid down.
Will looked down at me and smirked. “Looks like someone is enjoying this” I instinctively went to cover myself, as I did he grabbed my arm by the wrist.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about.” he looked down and gave me a wink. I can’t believe I had a raging boner even worse Will had noticed.
I tried to avert my eyes and could feel myself going bright red with embarrassment. Will took little notice and began to wrap the rope around my wrist a few times. Knotted it snuggly then ran the rope down the leg of the table before tying it off at the base.
“Try to move that arm” Will commanded.
I tried but there was no slack. Satisfied with his work he repeated this on my other wrist. Stretching my tiny frame out over the table. He tested my bonds himself before moving towards my feet.
On his way to the foot of the table he gently ran his hand down my body. Slowly and lightly running it down my arm and across to my nipple. He pinched it playfully. I flinched and tried to move away from his touch.
Will just laughed and reminded me as the winner he could do whatever he liked. I let out a huge sigh and tried to relax.
With that his hand continued its journey down my body. He ran it over my abs down towards my waist band. I began to let out a little whimper, but caught it before I let too much out.
Will chuckled and pretended not to notice, before continuing down to my inner thigh. He lingered there just to tease me. He slowly ran his fingers along the sensitive area. Running it from close to my balls down about half way then back up.
I tried as best I could to hold it in, but I couldn’t. I began to moan. First under my breath, then louder. Still his hand lingered, I began to fidget in the restraints.
“OMG that feels so good“ I blurted out.
Will stopped. I looked at him in horror. Will was looking back at me, flashing a big toothy grin. He just raised an eyebrow before setting to work at restraining my legs, clearly satisfied with my humiliation.
Just like my arms he wrapped the rope a few times around my ankles before running the length of rope down the leg of the table and tying the to the base of the table leg.The only knots now way out of reach.
I was now tied spread eagle on the pool table. My tiny frame stretched and exposed. Will took the opportunity to graze my sensitive soles. I yelped and tried to move my feet to no avail.
“Almost done, we have one final touch“
Will went back into his bag and grabbed out a roll of heavy grade duct tape.
“Don’t want the neighbours to hear what’s going on do we?” Will said whilst patting me on the cheek.
Just as I went to plead with Will, I noticed he had kicked of his shoe and was peeling of his black Nike elite sock. I instinctively clamped my mouth shut.
As he brought the sock towards my mouth I noticed the white sections on the heel and toe had almost turned black. It smelled putrid. When had he last washed it?
I twisted, turned and tried to fight it. I pleaded with my best puppy dog eyes. He took no notice and held the balled up sock over my mouth.
“This sock is going in that yapper of yours and you’re going to like it.” Will snorted.
I continued to struggle and fight. Finally when Will was done with my resistance and pinched my nostrils shut. I held on 30-40 seconds before I couldn’t hold my breath anymore.
I opened my mouth to take a breath. Will quickly crammed the huge stinker in.
“Mmmph” It was so salty, cheesy and moist. I tried using my tongue to block it out. It was no good the sock was to big and will was to quick. Lint and fluff caught in my throat making me cough and splutter into sock held firmly by Will’s hand.
“I’ve been wearing those socks for like a month. Surprised you couldn’t smell them earlier” Will joked.
He looked straight into my eyes with a very serious expression on his face. “If you try to spit that out you’ll regret it”
He removed his hand from my mouth, to grab the duct tape. I didn’t move for fear of what he would do if I disobeyed him.
The next thing I know the brute slapped the tape on my cheek and began to wrap the extra sticky tape around my head. He easily wrapped it fifteen times around my mouth and patted it smooth. Defeated I lay there chewing on my friends putrid sock trying not to vomit.
“Nice and quiet. Hey sock boy!” Will said whilst gripping my hair and forcing me to look at him as he admired his handy work.
He patted my cheek and said “We are going to have so much fun” Whilst returning to grab something else from the bag.
Before I knew what was going will had covered my eyes with what appeared to be one of his footy socks. It was quickly knotted behind my head.
With that done I could hear him rummaging once again through the bag. Will placed a few items on the table beside me.
He leaned in close, I could feel his breath on my face.
“I’ve got a few questions to ask you, you’d better answer these truthfully or these pictures get sent to all our friends and family”.
‘Click’ then I heard the sound of his phone camera go off.
It was at this moment I knew I was in big trouble and there was nothing I could do about it.