Andy and Thomas 12
Rob gagged us with his worn socks and duct tape and made us go back downstairs.
He taped our hands up but behind our backs. Then he tied our ankles. Then he got more rope and used it to tie our hands to our ankles and put is in a hogtie.
"It's time to find out who's more ticklish. I'm going to start with Thomas."
I listened helplessly as Rob tickled the hell out of Thomas with his fingers. He tickled his feet for ten minutes and then switched over to me. I squirmed and squealed through my gag as he tickled my stockinged feet for ten minutes.
"Looks like Andy lost round one."
Round two involved a feather. He tickled Thomas again. I mumbled and groaned into my gag begging Rob to show us some mercy. You can imagine how much good that did.
"Patience Andy. You're next." I groaned even more when he said that.
He used the feather duster to tickle Thomas for ten minutes. Then it was my turn. I spazzed out whenever the feather duster brushed up and down my soles. He used the feather to tickle the back of my toes. He dusted back and forth with the feather duster and taunted me while he did it.
"Cootchie cootchie coo" he taunted me. "Cootchie cootchie coo. Cootchie cootchie coo." I was losing it. I squirmed and grunted into my gag. I lost that round too. He told us to get ready for round three. How many rounds were there going to be?
Round three involved an electric toothbrush. Thomas laughed and screamed through his gag while I watched and listened helplessly. But I lost it again when it was my turned and lost this round too. Rob deemed that I was the more ticklish of us two. My reward for that was even more tickling.
He tickled my stockinged feet for ten more minutes using his fingers, the toothbrush, and the feather duster to torture my soles, arches, and toes.
"I've got another fun game to play. If you can withstand one minute of tickling without moving or making a sound I will take your gags off. If you can last more than a minute maybe I'll even untie you."
Thomas was first. He held out for twenty seconds before he started laughing through his gag and kicking his bound feet around. I was next and I only held out a few seconds before I started laughing and moaning through my gag.
This went on for another ten minutes. Neither of us were able to hold out for more than thirty seconds without laughing or moving our feet around. I even tried to curl up my toes before he tickled me to see if it would dull the sensation but it didn't work.
Rob finally left us alone and we stayed in that uncomfortable hogtie position for hours. We were totally defeated from our tickle torture so we just laid there quietly until Rob finally freed us. First he untied the rope and then he cut the tape off of our hands. "You can take your own gags off. We ordered pizza so you can eat and go to the bathroom and then I'll decide what to do with you for the rest of the night.
We unwrapped the tape and were so happy to get those nasty socks out of our mouths. We ate pizza with Mark, Rob, and Fran. Fran was going to stay over that night and pick out our new outfits the next day. After we used the bathroom Rob made us go back downstairs. Our fists were taped and then our wrists were taped together. Then our ankles tied. For gags he used some more dirty socks and duct tape. We tried to get comfortable and fall asleep. We slept a few hours before we woke up to Rob tickling our feet in the morning.
He untied our ankles and knees and untaped our hands. We kept our gags on until breakfast was ready. I was so used to the routine. Wake up, use the bathroom, take our gags off to eat, get gagged again, get tied up, get untied again for lunch or dinner or to use the bathroom again, then spend the night bound and gagged. Sometimes they would let us go swimming but if we did we had to wear bikinis instead of swim suits. Sometimes Fran would take us for a walk around the neighborhood but that meant wearing wigs and makeup to disguise us and wearing girly shoes to match our clothes.
Fran picked out our outfits for the day after we ate. A yellow sundress for me and yellow colored pantyhose with reinforced toe. A pink sundress and pink pantyhose for Thomas also with reinforced toe. And of course we had to wear trainer bras and panties underneath it all. Then she sat us down to do our makeup and put blond wigs on us. Once we were all dolled up she presented us with two pairs of shoes. Thomas wore black pumps with very short heels. I also had to wear short black heels except mine were peep toe shoes so you could see my painted nails and hosed toes. She teased me about it.
"Hey don't you know you're not supposed to wear open toed shoes with pantyhose" she giggled. I didn't say anything. I was so angry at her. I hated her almost as much as I hated Rob and Mark.
She took us for a long walk around the neighborhood. Thankfully nobody recognized us and we didn't bump into Rosie. She took us home after and we got to take those silly wigs off and clean off our makeup and red lipstick. We took those uncomfortable shoes off and waited to see what was next.
We expected Rob to make us go back downstairs but he showed some mercy and let us watch TV in the living room. Instead of tape he used some rope to reverse hogtie us on the couch. I knew what was next. I didn't bother arguing or trying to put up a fight. I just opened my mouth and let him stuff two gross sweated soaked socks in my mouth. I was tape gagged after that and I watched him do the same thing to his brother.
We watched TV silently in the living room for a few hours when Rob walked in.
"I've got a little surprise for you two." We groaned under our gags. Oh no I thought. What could it be? A surprise from Rob was not a good thing at all.
He untied us and unwrapped the tape that was wound around our heads. "Keep those socks in your mouths. Don't spit them out." We groaned again but did as he said. He took out hand and ankle cuffs that were joined together by a long chain.
"NNNMMMPPPPHHHHHH!" We cried. A lot of good that did us. He cuffed our hands in front of us and then cuffed our ankles with the connecting pair of cuffs.
"Now let me introduce to your new gags." Rob showed us two rubber ball gags. We immediately spit out the socks in our mouths and begged and pleaded with him.
"Please! You can't gag us with those! Come on! Were begging you!"
"I figured you would like these. They'll keep you nice and quiet and it won't hurt as much as duct tape does when we take them off."
After a couple of minutes of begging Rob got tired of hearing us and picked up the socks and shoved them back in our mouths. He then forced the rubber ball into my mouth and secured the straps behind my head. Then he did the same thing to Thomas.
"You should have no problem walking with those chains. It might be a little difficult but you'll still be able to move around. There's a bucket of soap and water and some sponges in the kitchen waiting for you. You can clean up in there first and then I'll give you some other chores to do."
It was a little difficult to walk but it we took small steps we could get around. We went to the kitchen and got down on our knees. We scrubbed the floor with our hands cuffed in front of us. My cheeks felt like they were going to burst with the two socks in my mouth and the ballgag stuffed in. We were so defeated we just cleaned silently. Once the floors were scrubbed he made us clean the bathroom floors and then we did laundry and made beds.
He took us downstairs after that. It wasn't easy but we took slow small steps down the stairs. He laid us down on the cots and gave our nylon feet and brief tickle. He tickled us more later on. Then we were finally uncuffed for dinner and a bathroom break. It felt so good to finally get those ballgags out of our mouths and spit out the worn socks. We ate, used the bathroom.
Then Rob, Mark, and Fran told us they were having a party. They gave us two options. We could serve their friends bound and gagged or we could spend the night out in the shed until the party was over. We chose their shed.
Rob had two chairs set up. He took the handcuffs and cuffed our wrists behind the chairs. Then he pulled our feet back and cuffed our ankles with the connected ankle cuffs. We were gagged with socks and the ballgags. The party started an hour later. We stared at each other in disbelief.
"Mmph" Thomas grunted very weakly. I tried to speak but my cheeks were bulging from the socks and my jaws ached from the ballgag. I couldn't make a sound. I felt so helpless.
The party went on very late so we wound up falling asleep in those chairs and Rob and Mark let us go in the morning. We used the bathroom and ate breakfast. Mrs. G came home after breakfast before Rob and Mark had a chance to gag us again. We were actually so happy to see her back after the time spent at the mercy of Rob and Mark. We ran to the front door, took off her shoes for her, and actually kissed her sweaty nylon feet.
"Aw looks like you boys missed me. If you want to kiss my feet that bad you can meet me in the living room when I put my stuff away."
We waited for her to unpack and went to the living room. We rubbed her feet first before kissing them. "I hope my feet don't smell too bad. I've been wearing these nylons since yesterday. I made sure to save the others pair I wore. I haven't washed them yet. And oh Thomas's aunt was nice enough to put some worn stockings aside as well when I visited her. So I have plenty of stockings to gag you two with."
He taped our hands up but behind our backs. Then he tied our ankles. Then he got more rope and used it to tie our hands to our ankles and put is in a hogtie.
"It's time to find out who's more ticklish. I'm going to start with Thomas."
I listened helplessly as Rob tickled the hell out of Thomas with his fingers. He tickled his feet for ten minutes and then switched over to me. I squirmed and squealed through my gag as he tickled my stockinged feet for ten minutes.
"Looks like Andy lost round one."
Round two involved a feather. He tickled Thomas again. I mumbled and groaned into my gag begging Rob to show us some mercy. You can imagine how much good that did.
"Patience Andy. You're next." I groaned even more when he said that.
He used the feather duster to tickle Thomas for ten minutes. Then it was my turn. I spazzed out whenever the feather duster brushed up and down my soles. He used the feather to tickle the back of my toes. He dusted back and forth with the feather duster and taunted me while he did it.
"Cootchie cootchie coo" he taunted me. "Cootchie cootchie coo. Cootchie cootchie coo." I was losing it. I squirmed and grunted into my gag. I lost that round too. He told us to get ready for round three. How many rounds were there going to be?
Round three involved an electric toothbrush. Thomas laughed and screamed through his gag while I watched and listened helplessly. But I lost it again when it was my turned and lost this round too. Rob deemed that I was the more ticklish of us two. My reward for that was even more tickling.
He tickled my stockinged feet for ten more minutes using his fingers, the toothbrush, and the feather duster to torture my soles, arches, and toes.
"I've got another fun game to play. If you can withstand one minute of tickling without moving or making a sound I will take your gags off. If you can last more than a minute maybe I'll even untie you."
Thomas was first. He held out for twenty seconds before he started laughing through his gag and kicking his bound feet around. I was next and I only held out a few seconds before I started laughing and moaning through my gag.
This went on for another ten minutes. Neither of us were able to hold out for more than thirty seconds without laughing or moving our feet around. I even tried to curl up my toes before he tickled me to see if it would dull the sensation but it didn't work.
Rob finally left us alone and we stayed in that uncomfortable hogtie position for hours. We were totally defeated from our tickle torture so we just laid there quietly until Rob finally freed us. First he untied the rope and then he cut the tape off of our hands. "You can take your own gags off. We ordered pizza so you can eat and go to the bathroom and then I'll decide what to do with you for the rest of the night.
We unwrapped the tape and were so happy to get those nasty socks out of our mouths. We ate pizza with Mark, Rob, and Fran. Fran was going to stay over that night and pick out our new outfits the next day. After we used the bathroom Rob made us go back downstairs. Our fists were taped and then our wrists were taped together. Then our ankles tied. For gags he used some more dirty socks and duct tape. We tried to get comfortable and fall asleep. We slept a few hours before we woke up to Rob tickling our feet in the morning.
He untied our ankles and knees and untaped our hands. We kept our gags on until breakfast was ready. I was so used to the routine. Wake up, use the bathroom, take our gags off to eat, get gagged again, get tied up, get untied again for lunch or dinner or to use the bathroom again, then spend the night bound and gagged. Sometimes they would let us go swimming but if we did we had to wear bikinis instead of swim suits. Sometimes Fran would take us for a walk around the neighborhood but that meant wearing wigs and makeup to disguise us and wearing girly shoes to match our clothes.
Fran picked out our outfits for the day after we ate. A yellow sundress for me and yellow colored pantyhose with reinforced toe. A pink sundress and pink pantyhose for Thomas also with reinforced toe. And of course we had to wear trainer bras and panties underneath it all. Then she sat us down to do our makeup and put blond wigs on us. Once we were all dolled up she presented us with two pairs of shoes. Thomas wore black pumps with very short heels. I also had to wear short black heels except mine were peep toe shoes so you could see my painted nails and hosed toes. She teased me about it.
"Hey don't you know you're not supposed to wear open toed shoes with pantyhose" she giggled. I didn't say anything. I was so angry at her. I hated her almost as much as I hated Rob and Mark.
She took us for a long walk around the neighborhood. Thankfully nobody recognized us and we didn't bump into Rosie. She took us home after and we got to take those silly wigs off and clean off our makeup and red lipstick. We took those uncomfortable shoes off and waited to see what was next.
We expected Rob to make us go back downstairs but he showed some mercy and let us watch TV in the living room. Instead of tape he used some rope to reverse hogtie us on the couch. I knew what was next. I didn't bother arguing or trying to put up a fight. I just opened my mouth and let him stuff two gross sweated soaked socks in my mouth. I was tape gagged after that and I watched him do the same thing to his brother.
We watched TV silently in the living room for a few hours when Rob walked in.
"I've got a little surprise for you two." We groaned under our gags. Oh no I thought. What could it be? A surprise from Rob was not a good thing at all.
He untied us and unwrapped the tape that was wound around our heads. "Keep those socks in your mouths. Don't spit them out." We groaned again but did as he said. He took out hand and ankle cuffs that were joined together by a long chain.
"NNNMMMPPPPHHHHHH!" We cried. A lot of good that did us. He cuffed our hands in front of us and then cuffed our ankles with the connecting pair of cuffs.
"Now let me introduce to your new gags." Rob showed us two rubber ball gags. We immediately spit out the socks in our mouths and begged and pleaded with him.
"Please! You can't gag us with those! Come on! Were begging you!"
"I figured you would like these. They'll keep you nice and quiet and it won't hurt as much as duct tape does when we take them off."
After a couple of minutes of begging Rob got tired of hearing us and picked up the socks and shoved them back in our mouths. He then forced the rubber ball into my mouth and secured the straps behind my head. Then he did the same thing to Thomas.
"You should have no problem walking with those chains. It might be a little difficult but you'll still be able to move around. There's a bucket of soap and water and some sponges in the kitchen waiting for you. You can clean up in there first and then I'll give you some other chores to do."
It was a little difficult to walk but it we took small steps we could get around. We went to the kitchen and got down on our knees. We scrubbed the floor with our hands cuffed in front of us. My cheeks felt like they were going to burst with the two socks in my mouth and the ballgag stuffed in. We were so defeated we just cleaned silently. Once the floors were scrubbed he made us clean the bathroom floors and then we did laundry and made beds.
He took us downstairs after that. It wasn't easy but we took slow small steps down the stairs. He laid us down on the cots and gave our nylon feet and brief tickle. He tickled us more later on. Then we were finally uncuffed for dinner and a bathroom break. It felt so good to finally get those ballgags out of our mouths and spit out the worn socks. We ate, used the bathroom.
Then Rob, Mark, and Fran told us they were having a party. They gave us two options. We could serve their friends bound and gagged or we could spend the night out in the shed until the party was over. We chose their shed.
Rob had two chairs set up. He took the handcuffs and cuffed our wrists behind the chairs. Then he pulled our feet back and cuffed our ankles with the connected ankle cuffs. We were gagged with socks and the ballgags. The party started an hour later. We stared at each other in disbelief.
"Mmph" Thomas grunted very weakly. I tried to speak but my cheeks were bulging from the socks and my jaws ached from the ballgag. I couldn't make a sound. I felt so helpless.
The party went on very late so we wound up falling asleep in those chairs and Rob and Mark let us go in the morning. We used the bathroom and ate breakfast. Mrs. G came home after breakfast before Rob and Mark had a chance to gag us again. We were actually so happy to see her back after the time spent at the mercy of Rob and Mark. We ran to the front door, took off her shoes for her, and actually kissed her sweaty nylon feet.
"Aw looks like you boys missed me. If you want to kiss my feet that bad you can meet me in the living room when I put my stuff away."
We waited for her to unpack and went to the living room. We rubbed her feet first before kissing them. "I hope my feet don't smell too bad. I've been wearing these nylons since yesterday. I made sure to save the others pair I wore. I haven't washed them yet. And oh Thomas's aunt was nice enough to put some worn stockings aside as well when I visited her. So I have plenty of stockings to gag you two with."
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