Andy and Thomas
When I was 13 I got invited to spend the weekend at my friends house. Thomas was his name (also 13 at that time). His parents had to leave town for the weekend and said it was ok for him to have a friend over. His older brothers were going to be there anyway. Their names were Mark and Rob. Mark was the oldest at 17, and Rob was 15.
The first day Mark and Rob challenged us to a game of basketball. But they wanted to make it interesting. The losing team had to be the winners slaves for the weekend and do anything they said without arguement. We foolishly agreed and needless to say, they kicked our asses. After the game we went inside and asked them what they wanted us to do first.
"First you can clean our rooms" Mark said. "They're a real mess."
"What about the gags?" Rob asked.
"Oh yes I almost forgot" Mark said. "Since you're our slaves for the weekend and slaves really shouldn't be allowed to speak, we decided its best if you're both gagged for the duration of your slavery."
"Gagged?" I asked. "You mean like duct tape over our mouths?"
"Something like that" Rob said laughing.
"No way" Thomas said.
"No arguing" Mark said. "You lost fair and square. You don't get to have a say in this. Now Rob, go get these boys their gags."
Rob left for a moment and came back with a roll of black electrical tape, a sock, and some hoisery. The sock belonged to him and the pantyhose belonged to his mom. Both were previously worn and dug out from their laundry basket. Rob ordered both of us to open our mouths. We looked at each other and did so after some hesitation.
The sock was shoved in Thomas's mouth and four strips of tape were used to gag him. The brown pantyhose were balled up and stuffed in my mouth and I was also gagged with four strips of tape. They didn't think that was enough so they got some ace bandages from the bathroom and wrapped the bandages around our mouths and heads tightly. Once our gags were tight and were unable to produce a sound louder than a soft grunt or moan, they sent us off to clean. They warned us not to get any ideas and remove our gags for any reason.
We cleaned up their rooms, made their beds, vacuumed, picked up their dirty clothes. Then to add to our humiliation they gave us frilly pink aprons that belonged to their mom to put on and made us dust the whole house. Then we had to sweep, vacuum, and scrub all the floors of the house. Thomas would make grunts and groans every once and a while from behind his gag. I couldn't understand if he was trying to get my attention or just making random sounds.
I knew Rob's sock probably tasted horrible. I knew for sure his moms pantyhose didn't taste very good at all. She must have sweated a lot in them and the sweat must have dried up because they had a very bitter, sour taste to it. When we were done cleaning they brought us into the living room, laughing at our prediciment.
They made us take off the pink aprons and had us ball our hands up into fists and hold them out in front of us. They then took the black tape and wrapped it around our fists, make it impossible for us to open our hands or do pretty much anything.
Then they did the meanest thing they could do. They gave us both wedgies. We both let out loud grunts from our gags as they stretched the waistbands of our underwear up past the shorts we were wearing. Then they used the tape to wrap our waists, securing our underwear in place and making sure we couldn't remove our wedgies. It was impossible to do either way with our hands taped together but they did it just for good measure they said.
"Ok guys you can take a break and watch some tv if you want" Mark said. "That is if you can work the remote." Rob and Mark laughed again and left us alone in the living room. We struggled with the tv at first but finally managed to get it on, and once we got it set to a channel we liked, we just kept it that way.
We sat uncomfortably on the couch for a few hours, occasionally changing our positions to try and get in a more comfortable position. The wedgies were both killing us. I was on the verge of tears and Thomas was grunting and moaning up a storm. There was no way for us to remove our gags or our wedgies. It was such an uncomfortable position to be in.
Our humiliation didn't end there. When they had enough of us watching tv they made us come into the kitchen and sit down to watch them in. They ate right in front of us, didn't offer us a thing. They wouldn't even take our gags off or undo the tape from our fists. When they were done eating they brought us down to the basement. The basement was nice, fully finished with walls and cieling, carpet, a tv, couch. There were also two small cots down there that Mark and Rob had opened for us.
They laid us down on the cots and used the tape to tape our wrists together in front of us. Our fists were also still taped together. We still had the gags and wedgies taped in place. They then took off our socks and taped our ankles together. They give our bare feet a little tickle which made us squeal into our gags and caused me to grunt from the pain of the wedgie.
Then they left us alone again. It was Friday and my parents were expecting me home until Sunday. That was the same time that their parents were due home. So it looked like were stuck that way until then.
They came down later with the phone and told me that my parents had called. They lied and said I was in the backyard with Thomas. They said they would call back in five minutes.
"We're gonna take that gag of yours off long enough for you to talk to your parents" Mark said. "But if you mention a peep about this, the wedgie will be the least of your problems." I grunted into my gag and nodded my head to let him know I understood.
They unwrapped the ace bandage and ripped all the tape off my lips. I immediately spit the brown pantyhose out of my mouth.
"You used moms pantyhose?" Mark asked Rob.
"Yup" Rob said laughing.
"What did you use on Thomas?"
"My dirty gym sock."
"That's so messed up."
"Yeah, but you get used to the taste. Right Thomas?" Thomas let out a furious grunt from underneath his gag.
The phone rang and they answered it and held it up to my ear. I told my parents I was having fun and all was well. When I was off the phone, the pantyhose found their way back into my mouth and they gagged me with four more strips of tape. Before they could put the ace bandage on, the doorbell rang.
Mark went to answer it and came back downstairs with his girlfriend. Her name was Fran, also 17 at that time. She couldn't believe her eyes when she first saw us. We both mumbled and moaned into our gags, begging this girl to help us out.
"You actually did this to your brother?" she asked.
"Yup" they both said.
"That's so mean. But it's kinda funny too. Who's the other kid?"
"Andy. He's friends with Thomas."
"So should I ask why your brother and his friend are all taped up and gagged in your basement?"
"They lost a bet" was all Mark said.
"Hey!" Fran said all excited. "I have an idea for them." She whispered something to Mark and he told Rob they would be back later.
Rob spent the time they were gone torturing us by tickling our bare feet. He used his fingers at first but then he decided to experiment. He used a plastic fork, an old toothbrush, a pair of chop sticks, and a back scratcher. The fork and toothbrush were the worst. Anytime the bristles of the toothbrush brused between my toes or down the soles of my feet I would spazz out and grunt into my gag.
Fran and Mark returned later with three boxes. They finally untaped our hands and our feet and let us remove our gags.
"I'm going to do you a favor and give you a chance to get rid of those awful wedgies" Mark said. "There are three different sets of clothes in these boxes. You can each choose one box. The only rule is whatever box you choose, you have to wear whatever is in it. No exceptions."
We agreed and I chose box number three. Thomas chose box number one. We were both horrified when we opened the boxes and saw female clothing inside. They were all old clothes that belonged to Fran when she was a bit younger than us.
The box I had chosen came with a trainer bra, pink panties, a pink princess outfit and a pair of pink pantyhose to go with it. Thomas also had a trainer bra, orange panties, a blue and white cheerleader costume, and suntan pantyhose in his box. We reluctantly changed into all of this, but not before Fran painted our fingers and toes red.
"What should we do with them now?" Fran asked.
"It's back to the basement with them for now, until Rob and I can come up with some new plans for our slaves."
They took us down to the basement again. Insteads of taping our fists together, they made us hold our hands straight out together. Then they wrapped taped around our fingers and hands until we couldn't move them apart. They laid us down on the cots and were going to tape our ankles together but Fran stopped them saying the tape would ruin our hose. So they found some rope and used their old boy scout lessons to bind our ankles tightly. Rob decided to change up our gags.
He made another trip to the laundry room and came back with a pair of his moms black pantyhose and another smelly gym sock. The pantyhose went in Thomas's mouth instead of mine. They gagged him with TEN strips of duct tape to the point where the whole lower half of his face was covered up to his nose. The gym sock found its way into my mouth and they covered my mouth with ten strips. Just to degrade us further they strapped the ace bandages around our heads too. It wasn't necessary at all because the gags were already effective enough.
"We should have a party here" Fran said.
"Not tonight" Mark said. "The neighbors will tell our parents. Tomorrow they'll be gone and we can have people over."
Mark and Fran went upstairs to be alone and Rob stayed behind to tickle our feet again. I don't know why but he seemed to enjoy tickling us. He started with me first. He used the back scratcher and then the toothbrush.
"Cootchie cootchie coo" Rob taunted me over and over as he brushed the bristles over my feet and across my toes. The pantyhose seemed to make my feet more sensitive. He seemed to notice this and made sure to tickle me for as long as he could.
"How does my sock taste?" Rob asked. I made some light groans past all the tape and bandages to try and let him know how foul and salty his sock tasted in my mouth. "They were in my gym locker for weeks. Never got a chance to wash them. But now you can wash them with your tongue for me." I glared at him and let out an angry grunt.
After he was done with me it was onto Thomas. He used the plastic fork and chop sticks on his feet. Then the toothbrush. When he got bored tickling us he went upstairs. We remained bound and gagged all night in the basement.
The first day Mark and Rob challenged us to a game of basketball. But they wanted to make it interesting. The losing team had to be the winners slaves for the weekend and do anything they said without arguement. We foolishly agreed and needless to say, they kicked our asses. After the game we went inside and asked them what they wanted us to do first.
"First you can clean our rooms" Mark said. "They're a real mess."
"What about the gags?" Rob asked.
"Oh yes I almost forgot" Mark said. "Since you're our slaves for the weekend and slaves really shouldn't be allowed to speak, we decided its best if you're both gagged for the duration of your slavery."
"Gagged?" I asked. "You mean like duct tape over our mouths?"
"Something like that" Rob said laughing.
"No way" Thomas said.
"No arguing" Mark said. "You lost fair and square. You don't get to have a say in this. Now Rob, go get these boys their gags."
Rob left for a moment and came back with a roll of black electrical tape, a sock, and some hoisery. The sock belonged to him and the pantyhose belonged to his mom. Both were previously worn and dug out from their laundry basket. Rob ordered both of us to open our mouths. We looked at each other and did so after some hesitation.
The sock was shoved in Thomas's mouth and four strips of tape were used to gag him. The brown pantyhose were balled up and stuffed in my mouth and I was also gagged with four strips of tape. They didn't think that was enough so they got some ace bandages from the bathroom and wrapped the bandages around our mouths and heads tightly. Once our gags were tight and were unable to produce a sound louder than a soft grunt or moan, they sent us off to clean. They warned us not to get any ideas and remove our gags for any reason.
We cleaned up their rooms, made their beds, vacuumed, picked up their dirty clothes. Then to add to our humiliation they gave us frilly pink aprons that belonged to their mom to put on and made us dust the whole house. Then we had to sweep, vacuum, and scrub all the floors of the house. Thomas would make grunts and groans every once and a while from behind his gag. I couldn't understand if he was trying to get my attention or just making random sounds.
I knew Rob's sock probably tasted horrible. I knew for sure his moms pantyhose didn't taste very good at all. She must have sweated a lot in them and the sweat must have dried up because they had a very bitter, sour taste to it. When we were done cleaning they brought us into the living room, laughing at our prediciment.
They made us take off the pink aprons and had us ball our hands up into fists and hold them out in front of us. They then took the black tape and wrapped it around our fists, make it impossible for us to open our hands or do pretty much anything.
Then they did the meanest thing they could do. They gave us both wedgies. We both let out loud grunts from our gags as they stretched the waistbands of our underwear up past the shorts we were wearing. Then they used the tape to wrap our waists, securing our underwear in place and making sure we couldn't remove our wedgies. It was impossible to do either way with our hands taped together but they did it just for good measure they said.
"Ok guys you can take a break and watch some tv if you want" Mark said. "That is if you can work the remote." Rob and Mark laughed again and left us alone in the living room. We struggled with the tv at first but finally managed to get it on, and once we got it set to a channel we liked, we just kept it that way.
We sat uncomfortably on the couch for a few hours, occasionally changing our positions to try and get in a more comfortable position. The wedgies were both killing us. I was on the verge of tears and Thomas was grunting and moaning up a storm. There was no way for us to remove our gags or our wedgies. It was such an uncomfortable position to be in.
Our humiliation didn't end there. When they had enough of us watching tv they made us come into the kitchen and sit down to watch them in. They ate right in front of us, didn't offer us a thing. They wouldn't even take our gags off or undo the tape from our fists. When they were done eating they brought us down to the basement. The basement was nice, fully finished with walls and cieling, carpet, a tv, couch. There were also two small cots down there that Mark and Rob had opened for us.
They laid us down on the cots and used the tape to tape our wrists together in front of us. Our fists were also still taped together. We still had the gags and wedgies taped in place. They then took off our socks and taped our ankles together. They give our bare feet a little tickle which made us squeal into our gags and caused me to grunt from the pain of the wedgie.
Then they left us alone again. It was Friday and my parents were expecting me home until Sunday. That was the same time that their parents were due home. So it looked like were stuck that way until then.
They came down later with the phone and told me that my parents had called. They lied and said I was in the backyard with Thomas. They said they would call back in five minutes.
"We're gonna take that gag of yours off long enough for you to talk to your parents" Mark said. "But if you mention a peep about this, the wedgie will be the least of your problems." I grunted into my gag and nodded my head to let him know I understood.
They unwrapped the ace bandage and ripped all the tape off my lips. I immediately spit the brown pantyhose out of my mouth.
"You used moms pantyhose?" Mark asked Rob.
"Yup" Rob said laughing.
"What did you use on Thomas?"
"My dirty gym sock."
"That's so messed up."
"Yeah, but you get used to the taste. Right Thomas?" Thomas let out a furious grunt from underneath his gag.
The phone rang and they answered it and held it up to my ear. I told my parents I was having fun and all was well. When I was off the phone, the pantyhose found their way back into my mouth and they gagged me with four more strips of tape. Before they could put the ace bandage on, the doorbell rang.
Mark went to answer it and came back downstairs with his girlfriend. Her name was Fran, also 17 at that time. She couldn't believe her eyes when she first saw us. We both mumbled and moaned into our gags, begging this girl to help us out.
"You actually did this to your brother?" she asked.
"Yup" they both said.
"That's so mean. But it's kinda funny too. Who's the other kid?"
"Andy. He's friends with Thomas."
"So should I ask why your brother and his friend are all taped up and gagged in your basement?"
"They lost a bet" was all Mark said.
"Hey!" Fran said all excited. "I have an idea for them." She whispered something to Mark and he told Rob they would be back later.
Rob spent the time they were gone torturing us by tickling our bare feet. He used his fingers at first but then he decided to experiment. He used a plastic fork, an old toothbrush, a pair of chop sticks, and a back scratcher. The fork and toothbrush were the worst. Anytime the bristles of the toothbrush brused between my toes or down the soles of my feet I would spazz out and grunt into my gag.
Fran and Mark returned later with three boxes. They finally untaped our hands and our feet and let us remove our gags.
"I'm going to do you a favor and give you a chance to get rid of those awful wedgies" Mark said. "There are three different sets of clothes in these boxes. You can each choose one box. The only rule is whatever box you choose, you have to wear whatever is in it. No exceptions."
We agreed and I chose box number three. Thomas chose box number one. We were both horrified when we opened the boxes and saw female clothing inside. They were all old clothes that belonged to Fran when she was a bit younger than us.
The box I had chosen came with a trainer bra, pink panties, a pink princess outfit and a pair of pink pantyhose to go with it. Thomas also had a trainer bra, orange panties, a blue and white cheerleader costume, and suntan pantyhose in his box. We reluctantly changed into all of this, but not before Fran painted our fingers and toes red.
"What should we do with them now?" Fran asked.
"It's back to the basement with them for now, until Rob and I can come up with some new plans for our slaves."
They took us down to the basement again. Insteads of taping our fists together, they made us hold our hands straight out together. Then they wrapped taped around our fingers and hands until we couldn't move them apart. They laid us down on the cots and were going to tape our ankles together but Fran stopped them saying the tape would ruin our hose. So they found some rope and used their old boy scout lessons to bind our ankles tightly. Rob decided to change up our gags.
He made another trip to the laundry room and came back with a pair of his moms black pantyhose and another smelly gym sock. The pantyhose went in Thomas's mouth instead of mine. They gagged him with TEN strips of duct tape to the point where the whole lower half of his face was covered up to his nose. The gym sock found its way into my mouth and they covered my mouth with ten strips. Just to degrade us further they strapped the ace bandages around our heads too. It wasn't necessary at all because the gags were already effective enough.
"We should have a party here" Fran said.
"Not tonight" Mark said. "The neighbors will tell our parents. Tomorrow they'll be gone and we can have people over."
Mark and Fran went upstairs to be alone and Rob stayed behind to tickle our feet again. I don't know why but he seemed to enjoy tickling us. He started with me first. He used the back scratcher and then the toothbrush.
"Cootchie cootchie coo" Rob taunted me over and over as he brushed the bristles over my feet and across my toes. The pantyhose seemed to make my feet more sensitive. He seemed to notice this and made sure to tickle me for as long as he could.
"How does my sock taste?" Rob asked. I made some light groans past all the tape and bandages to try and let him know how foul and salty his sock tasted in my mouth. "They were in my gym locker for weeks. Never got a chance to wash them. But now you can wash them with your tongue for me." I glared at him and let out an angry grunt.
After he was done with me it was onto Thomas. He used the plastic fork and chop sticks on his feet. Then the toothbrush. When he got bored tickling us he went upstairs. We remained bound and gagged all night in the basement.
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