Getting Owned by My Neighbors David and Craig

by Jake

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NOTE: This story is written as fiction but much of it is true and based on actual experiences growing up.


When I was a teenager, I knew I liked tie up games with other guys. I relished in tying up the other boys on my block. I didn’t entirely realize it at the time, but I had kind of a reputation.

David lived across the street and Craig was a few doors down. They were both sixteen like me. On individual occasions, I had tied up and gagged each one of them many, many times. Especially David, the pretty boy blonde, who seemed to be a glutton for punishment. He wasn’t too bright. Craig was a skinny skater and wiser to my web of deceit. He knew how to avoid my requests for bondage games but I still got a hold of him from time to time when he came to my house to play basketball.

By the way, you can call me Jake.

In addition to subjecting them to my tight rope work, I often indulged my fetish for smells on to David and Craig. My socks, my sneakers, my feet, maybe even my underwear. I would force them to inhale some pretty foul scents.

Well, one hot summer night, all of my tricks would be turned against me and they would get their revenge!

David and Craig came over to my house, wanting to play basketball. I had a sweet basketball court setup behind my garage. I wasn’t in the mood, though, and said we should play another time. That ended up the perfect foray in to their actual plan.

They held me down on my bedroom floor and started to tickle torture me. “Ha hahh!!! Ha hah!” I yelled. Craig cupped his hand over my mouth. “Mmmphhh!”

As Craig sat on top of me, David moved over to my closet and ruffled through my clothes and piles of brick brack. Then he produced “the box.” He pulled “the box” into my room next to where Craig was sitting on top of me. “The box” was my sacred stash that contained all the trappings of my bondage fetish.

“Let’s see now…” David humorously mused as he emptied the contents of the big square storage box.

The following contents fell out on to my floor:

  • Ropes of all lengths and sizes
  • Rolls of duct tape
  • Ace bandages
  • Old tube socks
  • A dirty Nerf ball
  • Various leather belts

I was pretty stunned. This was the first time Craig and David were in the same room together witnessing my secret stash of bondage gear. I was pretty surprised at how bold a move it was for David to do that.  

Immediately, they coordinated tying me up. David joined Craig in sitting on my body. Both boys were pinning me to the floor. Using my own ropes, my wrists were tied behind my back. I put up somewhat of a fight but, to be honest, I didn’t’ resist as much as I could have. More rope was used to restrain my ankles. Meanwhile they were tickling me and slapping me around under their body weight as I tried to squirm away from their grasp.

Craig helped David take another coil of rope that was tied between my ankles and wrists, then tightened, forcing me in to a hogtie. They turned me over on to my back.

It was humiliating being captured but also a little exciting. The torment was beginning. I always saw David as the little blonde-haired bitch pretty boy and Craig as the skinny, pimply faced skater chump. I considered them total submissive. But at this moment, the slaves were owning their master!

“You KNOW he’s ticklish, dude,” Craig said as he lifted up my t-shirt and situated it behind my head. My torso was now exposed. He and David began to tickling and slapping my bare chest and abs.

“Not cool! Not cool! Ha hah!” I protested between laughs. I was indeed super ticklish and it drove me mad.

“Let’s shut him up!” Craig said. “Use that Nerf ball he puts in my mouth all the time!”

“Nah., I got something better,” David smiled as he slipped off his beat-up Nikes from one foot. I could smell the warm sweat emitting from his removed, stinky shoe. He curled one of his fingers and hooked it underneath the sheer, dingy white sock covering that foot.

David stared at me so eager and excited as he balled up his sweaty, odor filled ankle sock in his hand. “For all those times!” David said with a devious grin. David was referring to my habit of gagging him with his own socks. I loved tormenting him when he was tied up with the pungent odor of his own dirty socks.

“No, no! Not cool, man!” I said. “Get that thing away from me!”

I don’t know what it is about teenage boys, but we have the slinkiest feet. David, I can tell you, was up there on the list with the most rank smelling feet. It was one of the things that attracted me to him. And those socks must have been on his feet for days and days!

He tried to gag me with the sock. I had to put up a fight and resist at all costs. I certainly didn’t’ want that heinous thing in my mouth!

To help David with the task of gagging me, Craig began to tickle my ribs and stomach more intensely. As I reflexively started to laugh out of control, my mouth opened wide giving David the perfect opportunity.

His dirty sock was shoved in my mouth. “Mmmphhh!” I grunted. The moist cotton fabric filled me up and my cries of protest were immediately muffled. David then took one of my ace bandage rolls from the pile on the floor and began to wrap the lower half of my face with it, making sure it was taut and secure. Eventually, I accepted the gag in my mouth and allowed David to finish tying off the stretchy wrap.

“Taste my toes!” young David laughed, giving me a light, playful pat on the cheek.

All the attention from my neighbors and the foul sock odor begat an embarrassing reaction. I was getting hard. I was sporting an erection! My underwear and baggy gym shorts were probably not much camouflage from the truth, either. As Craig and David continued to tickle and prod away at me, I figured they saw my boner. But they didn’t say anything about it.

My neighbors weren’t done either.

“He’s missing something, dude,” David smiled at Craig.

“Yea?” Craig shrugged, holding down my shoulders.

David slid off his other sneak and removed his last ankle sock. Now that I was gagged, I was really taking in the warm, rank smell of his freshly removed sneaker from his sweaty foot. I looked at him puzzled. I was already gagged. What could he do?

“I learned something, all those times tasting your socks,” David bared down at me with a smile. “Having them in your mouth isn’t near as bad as…”

David cupped his hand over my nose with his rancid sock inside. “… Having to sniff them!”

“Dope!” Craig approved, holding me down as I started to struggle underneath, trying to get away from the toxic mask.

I held my breath though, defiant. Trying to avoid the torture.

“Wait for it,” David said.

Very soon I was had no choice and took a big, deep breath through my nose. All the fragrant, putrid odor of David’s sock invaded my senses.

David was right! The stench aroma of his dirty socks I encountered with each inhalation through my nose was far, far worse than eating socks. The smell of stale corn and malted vinegar came to mind as I took my breathes. It was intoxicating.  

David took one of my rolls of duct tape and used it to secure the stinky footie over my nose.

“Now THAT’S justice!” David laughed.

He and Craig admired my predicament. They snapped a few pictures of me hogtied, gagged, and sniffing David’s stinky, grotesque sock taped over my nose. Half of my poor face was covered in tape and ace bandage. I must have looked ridiculous. “Maybe we’ll Snapchat this.”

After a few more minutes of being subjected to their annoying whims, they decided to get on with their basketball game.

“See ya later, Jake!” they said as they waved goodbye.

What?? They were going to leave me?

Yup!

My two neighbors high fived each other, took some more pictures with their phones and left me helplessly bound and gagged in my bedroom. They went downstairs to play some hoops.

I could hear them laughing and relishing in their victory from my bedroom. My window was just above the back of the garage where the basketball court was.

I made a sincere effort to get out of the twist of knots and rope wrappings that held me captive. I could barely breathe and each breath was an invasion of my senses, sniffing David’s disgusting sock. “Mmmphhh!! Mmmmm!”

I managed to enjoy the situation as well, after all I was tied up.

At least half an hour or more went by like that. All the while, I could hear them enjoying themselves outside while I squirmed and grunted in my room. I wondered if and when they would return and what would they do with me when they did. My hardon was bigger than ever though, I was happy.

When about an hour passed, I could hear the boys starting to wind down their game. I heard rumblings about the other next-door neighbor, Connor. Connor was a younger boy who I also had tied up. The best I could make out, they had invited him over to their basketball game and delighted in telling young Connor that I was bound and gagged upstairs. It sounded like Connor wanted in on the fun.

CONTINUING ON…

Being bound and gagged really sucked for the ego. I was used to being the “master” in these situations. Now, I was the helpless victim struggling to get free before David and Craig finished up their basketball game. And I was sucking on David’s nasty sock in my mouth while inhaling the other taped over my nose. I needed to get out of my predicament!

The ropes around my body, however, were too secure. My skillful neighborhood brats made lots of knots that my sweaty fingertips either couldn’t reach or couldn’t loosen. I just got more and more frustrated. And each breath, I was sniffing David’s horrible sock.

After twenty minutes or so, I could hear another voice on the basketball court. I listened closely and finally realized who it was. My other neighbor, Connor, had joined them. He was a a year or two younger than us. Connor was a scrappy kid I also tied up frequently. He lived just down the street.  I could make out some of the conversation and clearly David and Craig had told Connor about my current state.

“Hey Jake! We got a party! We’re coming up!” I heard David yell from outside.

Soon, I heard the excited sound of boys’ footsteps running up my stairway. All three of the slim boys appeared; shirtless, sweaty, and excited.

This was truly an embarrassing development. Connor, who was probably fifteen, younger than us, was now a part of dominating me thanks to David and Craig. Connor, I should add, probably enjoyed being tied up the same way I enjoyed tying up guys. He always had a boner when I role played TUGs with him.

“Hell yea!” young Connor exclaimed. “Payback!” Indeed, he was right. There were many occasions when I had gagged him with socks myself. Because he had particularly, overactive sweaty feet, I usually used his own on him. They were worse than mine.

The neighborhood trio assaulted me with a flurry of tickles. They piled around me and dug their fingers everywhere they could invade my body. My rib sides, my legs, my torso. Fortunately, my most ticklish area were my armpits which were hard for them to penetrate in my hogtie position. Nonetheless, I was laughing my ass off, muffled of course by the gag.

Craig pressed his sweaty t-shirt over my face and made me take a few breathes of it. I could smell his B.O. It was pretty sweet. But then, as he was hovering over me with it, he burped right in to my face. Gross, but not gross. Won’t lie.

With all the struggling taking place, I was able to rub off my tape gage on the carpet. I spit out David’s sock and started to complain as I was being tickled.

“Ha hah, Stop! Stop!  The ropes are hurting! This is too tight!” I complained.

David was the first to take pity on me and, with his direction, they stopped their tickle torture. They offered to release me from the hogtie, but only if I agreed to stay tied up another way. I quickly agreed.

Though it took a few minutes, my friends were able to untie me from the balled up hogtie position. They, however, kept my wrists tied behind my back. The three of them helped me stand up on my feet.

Standing up, I was now exposed. They had previously pulled my shirt back behind me so my bare, flush red sweaty chest was on display. But worse, my baggy gym shorts were slightly pulled down past the waistband of my underwear and I had a full-on erection that was all too obvious and trying to pop out!

While they all saw my boner, they said nothing about it. Instead they discussed how next to tie me.

There was a debate about it. Connor wanted me spread eagle on my bed. Craig thought tying me to the chair in my room was better. They also debated tying me up in my closet with hands bound to my rack above. David didn’t’ care how we did it, as long as I was good and bound.

I took the opportunity to ask to use the bathroom, before they tied me up again. They thought that was fair and allowed me to walk towards my bathroom. Instead, though, I bolted down the hallway and tried to go down the stairs to escape them!

“Fucker!” David exclaimed. “Grab his ass!”

David, Craig, and young Connor dog piled me before I could even make it to the stairway. They dragged me back in to my room and easily subdued me. The sweat from their half-naked bodies was getting all over me and I could smell the sweet scent of body odor that only teenage boys give off. And then one of them farted. I think it was Connor. It wasn’t all that bad, though. I have to admit, once again, I loved it.

“Ugh! Get off! Let me go!” I yelled, though. I couldn’t go down easy.

Craig took his sweaty shirt and briefly held it over my mouth to shut me up, at least for the moment. Then, they picked me up off the ground and directed me in to my chair. My still bound hands were placed behind the backing of the chair. Connor sat on my lap, to help hold me still. David and Craig took some of the rope from the floor and used it to tie my ankles to the legs of the chair.

“Ugh! Tight man! Tight! The ropes are tight!” I complained. Really, they weren’t too bad, but I had to have something to protest about!

“Will somebody gag this little bitch?” David laughed. “Where are my socks?”

For a brief moment, David searched for his socks but didn’t’ see them. That’s when Connor stepped up with his. He wanted to do the honors. David and Craig were all too willing to let him.

I watched Connor pull off his Vans skater shoes. Immediately, the aroma of warm stinky boy feet filled the bedroom. Connor then peeled off one his black tube socks. Even David and Craig commented about the smell, pitying me for what was to come.

Connor balled up his sock and shoved the sweaty, rank thing in to my mouth. God, another damn foul sock gag! This time, it was even worse. Connor, as I had mentioned before, had the stinkiest, sweatiest feet. I experienced a mix of angst and delight.

The moment the sock sank in to my mouth, Craig was in action taking his t-shirt and tying it around my mouth to hold it in place. “Mmpphhhhh!” I gagged.

I noticed something interesting in that moment as well. Connor had a boner trying to burst out of his shorts. David and Craig surely noticed it as I did, but like my own erection, nothing was said.

Instead, they continued with their restraints. More rope was tied around my chest, pinning me to the back of my chair. Then my thighs were tied, ultimately fastened to the back legs which forced the thighs apart. They decided to re-fasten my ankles. They released them and retied my feet, connecting my ankles to the back legs of the chair as well which spread my legs even further apart and forced my feet off the ground.

Connor led the new tickle assault on me. The others joined. Lots of attention was paid to my exposed, dangling bare feet. I was yelping muzzled cries through my gag. Connor was even pinching my nipples, which drove me bat shit crazy. I could see how much he was enjoying my hazing far more than David or Craig.

After a few minutes of torment, they got bored and went to my playroom next door to play video games. Young Connor was the one who would periodically come back to check on me. Each time he visited, he was playing with my body. He also inspected my gag, making sure I was still tasting his dirty sock. As he did, he had a smile on his face. It was almost a guilty smile. He liked it a lot and didn’t want to admit how much he did. I could only look back at him with my whimpering eyes and grovel. But in truth, I was liking it too.

Eventually it got pretty late. David and Craig determined it was time to head home. They tried to release me but Connor cut them off. He offered to take care of it and said they could head out. David and Craig both looked at each other with a laugh then ruffled Connor’s hair, saying, “Go easy on him.” Maybe they knew what was up?

“I want my t-shirt back tomorrow,” Craig mentioned as he and David took off.

Once my two neighborhood peers disappeared, I was left alone with my younger neighbor. Connor was now in charge!

Right away, though, his demeanor and tone changed. He was more tender and quiet.

“Your ropes ok?” he asked.

“Mmmphhh. Mwwattere!” I mumbled trying to tell him something.

Connor pulled down Craig’s t-shirt and pulled out his gym sock, now saliva soaked. 

“You ok?” he asked again with innocent expression on that angelic face of his.

“Phew. Yea,” I said licking my lips, tasting the remnants of his sock in my mouth. “I need something to drink, though.”

Connor took a glass from my computer desk and gave me some water.

We both observed each other’s erections going on in our shorts. Again, nothing was said about this.

In a meekish tone, Connor asked if he could spend the night. He said his mother would probably give him permission.

I nodded with a smile and said, “Sure. But I gotta pee really bad!”

Connor untied me from the chair. It took him a few minutes to release me. I made note as to how tender he was about it, his body pressing close to mine. It was kind of sensual.

Once I was free, I smiled with gratitude and headed for the bathroom. I took the piss of a lifetime. I really had to go!

When I returned, Connor had a big grin on his young face and said his mom gave the OK to stay the night. I smiled back.

There was an unspoken understanding between us. We both liked what was taking place on a level deeper than innocent TUGs games among boys.

“How about I tie you up, and we go to bed,” I suggested.

Connor thought about it and responded, “How about I tie YOU up again?” He formed a big, devious grin on his face.

We went back and forth on the subject – who would tie whom up – but ultimately, I came up with a better solution. We would tie ourselves up together. Connor really liked the idea.

We slid off our shorts, and stood in our underwear, with penis’ still at full mast. We stood facing each other and took ropes, tying ourselves together. We connected or feet at the ankles. Then we tied some rope around our waists.

Awkwardly, we hopped in to my bed and finished up our rope work. We used more coils to bind us to each other. Our smooth, bare chests were pressing against each other.

“Did you like my sock?” Connor asked.

“I have to admit, I did. A lot,” I smiled back.

We wiggled our way under the covers and feel asleep together, like that. Bound to each other. It was an unexpected but welcome conclusion to my evening of submission at the hands of my neighbors.

THE END

by Jake

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