Infinitefacade : A First for Both of Us (m/m)
Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2019 6:17 pm
by Infinitefacade » Sun Oct 28, 2012 4:53 pm
While I have been interested for quite a while, this was the first time I actually had a TUG with another person; previous occasions were only self-bondage. Suffice to say, it is therefore my first story, and here it is:
People involved (I know such detail isn't entirely necessary but I think it helps):
Me (Nico) 14. Comparing me to the average size for my age, I'm a little tall, in reasonable but far from brilliant shape in terms of muscle and naturally have a pretty wide frame.
Ryan, also 14. Rather different to me, he is very tall and incredibly strong, as well as looking about two years older than he is.
First, some background: It was in August, as summer-y as Britain ever gets and the only whole month our school holidays entirely encompassed. My friend, Ryan, lived a fair way away from where I did and went to a different school, so when his father told him that he would have the house to himself for several days, his father being on a business trip (his parents had separated a long time ago so his mother was out of the picture), he convinced him that he would not have any sort of crazy teen house party and to let me stay there for those couple of days. That was easy enough, and this story began.
I arrived at his house in the afternoon on the day when his father was leaving later in the day. His father was at work and, for a while, we just did normal friend stuff. For what it matters, I remember that I was wearing a black pole-shirt and black cargo shorts, and Ryan was wearing a white t-shirt and dark green shorts. I was barefoot, and he was wearing white socks. He eventually suggested that we watch a film and put one, which he seemed to have planned in advance, in. I honestly can't remember what it was to any extent further than "obscure and low-budget", but what I can remember is that at one point a character gets tied-up, a scene in which I tried to hide my interest. In retrospect, Ryan was also trying to hide his interest in it, but I was too busy trying to hide my interest to notice. Once the film was over, he immediately made what sounded like an offhand comment;
"You know the bit where [character name I can't remember] was tied up?" I nodded in affirmation.
"They didn't tie them up very well; I bet they could have gotten out easily." I just made a vague grunt in response. He then was obviously faking an idea suddenly coming to mind.
"We could test it. I'll tie you up exactly like in the film and you try and get out." By this point, I sort of suspected something, but given that an opportunity to be tied up had just appeared out of nowhere I was just going to take it.
"Yes. That's a good idea; It's wise to back up moaning with testing and facts." I was being about as subtle as he was, evidently.
He then fetched some rope and some cloth, and started attempting to recreate the scene from the film. Using some of the rope, my ankles were tied together, then rope was wrapped around my legs up to my knees, which were also tied together. More rope was used to tie my wrists together, and then rope was wrapped around my arms before tying my elbows together. He seemed to be going more for accuracy than quality, and in retrospect the tying was quite bad. He then, again going more for being like the film than for doing a good job restraining me, used some of the cloth to create a gag which I could probably still talk through if I actually tried, and the rest for a blindfold, with the common error of bad blindfolds that I could still see looking down. He then told me to try and escape, and, although happy to be tied up, did attempt to escape for the sake of accuracy. Our suspicions were correct, and escaping quite easy; the knots were simple and I could easily reach the ones near my hands. I tried to fake it being harder than it was, but eventually almost had no choice but to escape. As I took off my gag, having left it for last as it didn't really do anything to stop me escaping, he spoke.
"Well, that confirms our suspicions." He seemed a little unhappy that I had escape so easily, and I wasn't entirely pleased myself, but neither of us said anything else about it, just cleaning up the ropes and cloth and then going back to normal friend stuff, which I can neither remember in detail nor needs description. His father returned from work, the three of us ate and soon enough he left to get his flight and go wherever it was he was going for business, leaving the two of us with the house to ourselves for several days. The next remotely relevant part of our story comes later in the evening. The two of u were lying there talking and planning to go to sleep relatively soon, him lying in his bed and me on a mattress on the floor.
"Um...Nico?"
"Anything specific you wish to bring up?"
"Remember earlier when I tied you up? You know, after that film?"
"I do indeed. It was... Honestly, I kind of enjoyed it."
"Oh. That makes this easier. I have a little confession. The film was a...I guess you'd say a gambit. I kind of like tying people up, but I haven't had anyone to do it on, and as we're good friends and we had the house to ourselves..."
"It was a good plan. And I have the conveniently inverse confession to make regardless; I like being tied up. I noticed your gambit, but I wanted you to tie me up."
"That's oddly convenient."
"Yes it is. And if you want, and I rather do want, you can tie me up more. But now, we seriously need some sleep. It's technically tomorrow already."
At that, we did in fact get a modicum of sleep.
I was almost surprised that Ryan hadn't stealthily tied me up while I slept, especially considering that he already seemed to be up by the time I woke. I had a shower and got dressed, wearing the same shorts and a literally identical polo shirt as the day before. As I walked into the lounge having completed my relatively short morning routine, he had clearly finished his. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and the same dark green shorts, and was just sitting there watching TV. There was also a somewhat bizarre pile of items in the corner of the room, which I did not question.
"Morning. You know how you said I could tie you up again..." I nodded.
"How about now? We're both ready and I've been waiting for you." Again, I nodded nonchalantly.
He half-pushed half-placed me face-down on the carpet and started to retrieve items from the pile. First of all, he took some rope and tied my ankles together, this time to a rather high degree of quality, cinching it. He did a similar thing with more rope at my knees, wrists and elbows. Unexpectedly, he then brought my arms and legs closer together behind my back and secured it in a hog-tie. Overall, the rope was tight, the knots secure and out of reach, and I had no hope of escaping.
"And in case you were thinking of complaining:" He then took one of his socks that he had been wearing yesterday and shoved it in my mouth before securing my mouth shut with a strip of duct-tape. He then dragged me across the room, me making satisfyingly muffled grunts as he did, and eventually deposited me in front of the television.
"Just because you're all tied up doesn't mean we can't resort to the least imaginative form of entertainment. Although you are clearly enjoying that; there's a reason certain parts are facing the floor."
He was right on that one, although he was certainly enjoying the other end of the arrangement. But for that time I was still incredibly happy just to be tied up, and perfectly content with what was occurring.
He had quite a few plans for those days, as I would later learn, but there is only so much I can write in one sitting, so this shall be continued.
While I have been interested for quite a while, this was the first time I actually had a TUG with another person; previous occasions were only self-bondage. Suffice to say, it is therefore my first story, and here it is:
People involved (I know such detail isn't entirely necessary but I think it helps):
Me (Nico) 14. Comparing me to the average size for my age, I'm a little tall, in reasonable but far from brilliant shape in terms of muscle and naturally have a pretty wide frame.
Ryan, also 14. Rather different to me, he is very tall and incredibly strong, as well as looking about two years older than he is.
First, some background: It was in August, as summer-y as Britain ever gets and the only whole month our school holidays entirely encompassed. My friend, Ryan, lived a fair way away from where I did and went to a different school, so when his father told him that he would have the house to himself for several days, his father being on a business trip (his parents had separated a long time ago so his mother was out of the picture), he convinced him that he would not have any sort of crazy teen house party and to let me stay there for those couple of days. That was easy enough, and this story began.
I arrived at his house in the afternoon on the day when his father was leaving later in the day. His father was at work and, for a while, we just did normal friend stuff. For what it matters, I remember that I was wearing a black pole-shirt and black cargo shorts, and Ryan was wearing a white t-shirt and dark green shorts. I was barefoot, and he was wearing white socks. He eventually suggested that we watch a film and put one, which he seemed to have planned in advance, in. I honestly can't remember what it was to any extent further than "obscure and low-budget", but what I can remember is that at one point a character gets tied-up, a scene in which I tried to hide my interest. In retrospect, Ryan was also trying to hide his interest in it, but I was too busy trying to hide my interest to notice. Once the film was over, he immediately made what sounded like an offhand comment;
"You know the bit where [character name I can't remember] was tied up?" I nodded in affirmation.
"They didn't tie them up very well; I bet they could have gotten out easily." I just made a vague grunt in response. He then was obviously faking an idea suddenly coming to mind.
"We could test it. I'll tie you up exactly like in the film and you try and get out." By this point, I sort of suspected something, but given that an opportunity to be tied up had just appeared out of nowhere I was just going to take it.
"Yes. That's a good idea; It's wise to back up moaning with testing and facts." I was being about as subtle as he was, evidently.
He then fetched some rope and some cloth, and started attempting to recreate the scene from the film. Using some of the rope, my ankles were tied together, then rope was wrapped around my legs up to my knees, which were also tied together. More rope was used to tie my wrists together, and then rope was wrapped around my arms before tying my elbows together. He seemed to be going more for accuracy than quality, and in retrospect the tying was quite bad. He then, again going more for being like the film than for doing a good job restraining me, used some of the cloth to create a gag which I could probably still talk through if I actually tried, and the rest for a blindfold, with the common error of bad blindfolds that I could still see looking down. He then told me to try and escape, and, although happy to be tied up, did attempt to escape for the sake of accuracy. Our suspicions were correct, and escaping quite easy; the knots were simple and I could easily reach the ones near my hands. I tried to fake it being harder than it was, but eventually almost had no choice but to escape. As I took off my gag, having left it for last as it didn't really do anything to stop me escaping, he spoke.
"Well, that confirms our suspicions." He seemed a little unhappy that I had escape so easily, and I wasn't entirely pleased myself, but neither of us said anything else about it, just cleaning up the ropes and cloth and then going back to normal friend stuff, which I can neither remember in detail nor needs description. His father returned from work, the three of us ate and soon enough he left to get his flight and go wherever it was he was going for business, leaving the two of us with the house to ourselves for several days. The next remotely relevant part of our story comes later in the evening. The two of u were lying there talking and planning to go to sleep relatively soon, him lying in his bed and me on a mattress on the floor.
"Um...Nico?"
"Anything specific you wish to bring up?"
"Remember earlier when I tied you up? You know, after that film?"
"I do indeed. It was... Honestly, I kind of enjoyed it."
"Oh. That makes this easier. I have a little confession. The film was a...I guess you'd say a gambit. I kind of like tying people up, but I haven't had anyone to do it on, and as we're good friends and we had the house to ourselves..."
"It was a good plan. And I have the conveniently inverse confession to make regardless; I like being tied up. I noticed your gambit, but I wanted you to tie me up."
"That's oddly convenient."
"Yes it is. And if you want, and I rather do want, you can tie me up more. But now, we seriously need some sleep. It's technically tomorrow already."
At that, we did in fact get a modicum of sleep.
I was almost surprised that Ryan hadn't stealthily tied me up while I slept, especially considering that he already seemed to be up by the time I woke. I had a shower and got dressed, wearing the same shorts and a literally identical polo shirt as the day before. As I walked into the lounge having completed my relatively short morning routine, he had clearly finished his. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and the same dark green shorts, and was just sitting there watching TV. There was also a somewhat bizarre pile of items in the corner of the room, which I did not question.
"Morning. You know how you said I could tie you up again..." I nodded.
"How about now? We're both ready and I've been waiting for you." Again, I nodded nonchalantly.
He half-pushed half-placed me face-down on the carpet and started to retrieve items from the pile. First of all, he took some rope and tied my ankles together, this time to a rather high degree of quality, cinching it. He did a similar thing with more rope at my knees, wrists and elbows. Unexpectedly, he then brought my arms and legs closer together behind my back and secured it in a hog-tie. Overall, the rope was tight, the knots secure and out of reach, and I had no hope of escaping.
"And in case you were thinking of complaining:" He then took one of his socks that he had been wearing yesterday and shoved it in my mouth before securing my mouth shut with a strip of duct-tape. He then dragged me across the room, me making satisfyingly muffled grunts as he did, and eventually deposited me in front of the television.
"Just because you're all tied up doesn't mean we can't resort to the least imaginative form of entertainment. Although you are clearly enjoying that; there's a reason certain parts are facing the floor."
He was right on that one, although he was certainly enjoying the other end of the arrangement. But for that time I was still incredibly happy just to be tied up, and perfectly content with what was occurring.
He had quite a few plans for those days, as I would later learn, but there is only so much I can write in one sitting, so this shall be continued.