A Knotty Story

The summers of my high school years were always a struggle against boredom.  Everyone was thrilled to have carefree days of no responsibility, but after a month or so, the question "What do you want to do?" was always answered by, "I dunno."  This sort of search for diversion can lead to all sorts of frowned upon behavior, from petty vandalism to illegal drugs and drinking to general troublemaking.  My circle of friends was pretty clean-cut, but the siren song of naughtiness made us do a few things that, looking back now, I am not too proud of.1

My friends and I were a loose-knit group of three girls and four guys.  We all lived near each other, and most of us had known each other since at least junior high.  Jill and Becky and I were the girls of this "gang", and Jim, Pete, Tommy, and Billy were the guys.  Of all of us, Billy was the closest thing to being the "new kid".  He moved in the neighborhood the previous September, right before school started, and after a few awkward months, he fit right in.  He still seemed new, though, and was frequently the focus of semi-mean jokes.  Nothing too cruel, really, but more of a long sort of initiation.    2

One of the diversions that we would occasionally engage in to break up the long summer days of nothing to do was tie-up games.  We would take turns tying each other up, and see if the person could get out of it.  It might sound like an easy thing to completely immobilze someone, but we could usually wriggle our way out of the knots.  Sometimes though, after a long struggle, we would give up, and after a little bit of teasing ("We're going to leave you like this"), we'd let the person loose.  No harm done, everyone had a little fun, and then we'd be on to something else.  3

One afternoon, however, things most definitely got out of hand.  We were hanging out at Billy's house because his parents were gone for the weekend, and we were fooling around, tying each other up, having what passed for fun in those days.  Nothing unusual happened, but as the day wore on, Jim, Pete, and Tommy all left to go home for dinner.  This left just Jill and Becky and Billy and I too hang out together.  At the time it seemed normal, but looking back, I don't think that combination of friends had happened before. We didn't notice any strange dynamic between us until Billy was tied up.  As usual, we used plain clothesline and tied him to a chair.  We tied his wrists together behind him and tied his ankles to the legs of the chair and a few loops of rope were wrapped around his stomach and the chair.  We did a good job of it, too.  I had tied his wrists very securely with knots that were tight but didn't cut off the blood supply or pinch his skin.  Being able to get your hands free was crucial to escape from the ties that bind, and I did such a good job of tying his wrists that it became clear pretty quick that Billy was trapped.  He struggled for a long time, though, probably not wanting to admit defeat at the hands of girls, but eventually he gave up.  Of course, the typical teasing started.  Since his parents we gone, we told him that we would leave leave him like that all night.  He knew it was an empty threat, since we were never that cruel, but the three of us left for about five minutes, just to make him wonder if we'd do it.  4

We went into Billy's backyard and laughed about the situation.  We wondered what would happen if we did leave him like that, but we knew it would be pointlessly mean.  Jill had another idea, though.  She said, "Let's really tease him."  There was nothing else to do, so we went back inside to tease him some more.  5

As soon as he saw us, Billy said, "Okay, let me out."  We just smiled at him, trying to figure out what to do next.  Finally, Jill asked in an innocent tone, "Are you ticklish Billy?"  Billy's eyes widened a bit, and he said, "No.  Now let me out, goddamn it."  Becky said, "I bet you are ticklish," and got close to him and put her hands near his ribs.  We could see that he completely tensed up now.  "Are you sure you're not?", she asked softly.  Billy snapped back, "Fuckin' let me out of this!"  That was when Becky made a fateful decision and crossed a line that had never been crossed.  She started to tickle him.  Billy's whole body seemed to clench, and he squirmed to try to avoid the tickling, but his t-shirt offered no protection and there was nothing he could do.  Within seconds he was laughing hysterically.  His laughs were loud were mixed with pleading to stop, but it kept going.  It was too funny to just stand there and watch, so Jill and I joined in and lended helping hands.  I remember how high his voice got when he tried to beg between all the laughing, and I remember how red his face turned.  His eyes were watering, too.  Finally, we stopped tickling him.  6

We were still laughing after we stopped, but Billy was ready to collapse.  He was obviously exhausted, and he was drenched in sweat.  Out of breath and in an obviously disoriented state, he made a mistake; he said, "I'm going to get you guys for this.  Now fuckin' untie me!"  He never should have threatened us, because he was at our mercy, and we were thrilled with our power over him.  Looking back on the scene, it was pretty obvious that we were all pretty turned on by the whole thing, even though we didn't acknowledge it to each other.  I sure knew what I was feeling at the time, and now I'm sure that Jill and Becky were in the same state.  Jill responded to Billy by saying, "You're going get us back?  How?  You're at our mercy."  Billy was getting his strength back and loudly demanded to get set loose, but Jill said, "Quiet!  Or we'll tickle you some more" and made as if she was going to start up on him again.  "No! No!  No more!," he said loudly, but it was more of a plea than a threat.  "Just let me out," he said trying to steady his voice.  Jill then whispered to Becky, "Get me something to blindfold him with."  Becky went into the bathroom and brought back some old shirts from a hamper.  Jill took one and wrapped it around Billy's eyes.    "What the fuck?!" he yelled, and Jill immediately put her fingers on his ribs, threatening to tickle him again.  He kept quiet and Jill said, "We're not done yet."7

Jill gave us a devilish smile and turned back to Billy.  Right up close to his ear, she asked in a very quiet voice, "Do you like girls, Billy?"  He didn't say anything, but he clearly became more tense.  "I hope you like girls," she said softly, and she then blew a stream of breath on his neck.  He gasped.  "Feels good, Billy?" she asked, "Better than tickling?"  "Let me out," was all he said back.  Then she dragged the tip of her right index finger up the left side of his neck.. Billy instinctively tilted his head to the left to stop it, then Jill did the same thing on his right side.  He blocked it again, and Jill said, "Stop that, Billy, or we'll tickle you til you pass out."  He did stop, and stayed frozen like a statue as she gently stroked his neck.  Jill gestured with her head for us to join her.  I went up to him and put my hands on his chest.  "Please don't tickle me," he said.  "I won't," I answered, but gently rub him over his shirt all over his upper body, not tickling, just slowly massaging.  His pectoral muscles were clenched, and they felt very strong to me.  It was amazing to explore someone like that.  I could feel his nipples under my fingers, and they were hard little nubs.  I flicked at them and pinched them, surprised at how stiff they felt.  Truth be told, my nipples were as hard as his were.  I only stopped to watch Becky.  She started doing the same thing, except she was touching his legs.  He did have great legs, long and strong and hairy, so I wished that I had picked them to touch.  Then I realized that I could do whatever I wanted, so I picked his right leg to touch and let Becky have the left.  God, what a thrill it was to have such complete access like that.  I loved the curve of his calf muscle, stroking the short hairs, and then I moved up to his thigh.  That was when Jill said "Look."8

We all saw something wonderful.  Billy was getting hard in his shorts.  I continued to stroke his thighs as we watched the bulge growing.    Jill whispered into his ear, "Do you like girls, Billy?"  He didn't say anything, and Jill asked, "Are you getting turned on, Billy?"  "No," he said not very convincingly, "Just let me go."  Becky purred, "But Billy, if you're not getting turned on, then what is this?" and immediately ran a finger across the growing lump.  This startled him and made him struggle violently.  He also started yelling and threatening us, so Jill took another shirt and covered with mouth tightly.  "Quiet now, little boy.  We'll let you go when we are done with you," she said with condescension.  She moved around to his front, put her hands on his knees, and slowly moved them up his thighs.  Then, gently but deliberately, she cupped the bulge hith her hands.  "Oooh, the little boy is turning into a man," she taunted him, squeezing a bit.  He shuddered a bit and said something through the gag that we couldn't hear.  Then Becky and I both had our chances to feel it.  I can still remember exactly how it felt; it was just so hard.  I could even feel his pulse.  Inside I could feel how desperately aroused I was.  If I were alone in my room, I would surely be rubbing myself, but with others around, I just withstood my own throbbing.  Emboldened, I slid five nervous fingers under his shorts and got a closer feel.  There was much less material between us now, and I could feel the warmth on my fingers.  I withdrew my hand from his shorts and decided to feel the skin of his chest.  I stroked his smooth chest and tweaked his nipples and said, almost solemnly, "I think it wants to get out."  And with that, Becky unsnapped the top of his shorts and then slowly lowered the zipper.  The bulge of his hard-on pushed up through the new opening a bit, and Becky pulled on the shorts.  Billy did what little he could to keep them on, but with my help, we got then down to his thighs.  His tighty-whiteys were all that remained of Billy's modesty, and there wasn't much of that.  We could see the outline of the whole thing straining through the soft cotton, and at the end we could see where there was a little wet stain.  I touched that wet tip, and it jumped a little under my finger.  I did it again and got the same response.  Jill finally said, "Are you ready, Billy?" and put her fingers under the waistband and peeled it down.  A little more was seen, then a little more, and then, as if on a spring, Billy's cock popped up at full attention.  9

I am pretty sure that none of had seen a real cock before that moment, and I know that I hadn't, so we just stared for a minute or two.  Becky eventually broke the silence and said, "It's so big."  Now, with many years of experience under my belt (no pun intended), I realize that it wasn't really that big, and actually it was a bit smaller than average, but at the time, it looked like a monster.  Billy was surprisingly still during all this; he was either terrified or resigned to his fate or maybe a bit of both.  Jill was the first to touch it, sliding her fingertips up the shaft, "Oh wow, it is so soft.  Feel it."  And we did.  I was in awe at how soft the skin was even though the whole thing was straight and hard.  I eventually touched the head of his cock, and the whole thing twitched a little under my fingers.  The wetness was a very slow ooze, and it was dripping a little.  We wondered if he had ejaculated, but we knew it would be white instead of clear.  We knew what we wanted to see, so Jill put her fingers around the shaft.  "Are you sure you're not turned on, Billy?" she mocked him, and she started slowly pumping his cock with her hand.  Up and down, her hand moved.  I noticed that the head of his cock suddenly looked even more swollen, and then it happened.  Billy shot his load into the air; the first one must have gone three feet straight up, and there were three or four more after that one.  Much of it landed on the floor and some got on his legs.  To put it mildly, we were impressed.  "All right, Billy!  Good job!," Becky laughed.                10

We knew the show was over, but we had to do cover our tracks somehow.  After a quick discussion between the three of us, we needed a way to make sure that Billy never said anything, so we needed to be able to blackmail him into keeping quiet.  Jill said pictures would work, but we decided that we just needed him to think that we had pictures.  We found a camera with a flash in his house, and told Billy that we wanted a memento of the day.  "Jill said, "You won't tell anyone, right?"  He shook his head no.  "You won't say anything because you don't the world to see you like this," Jill added.  Becky touched him until he got hard again (ah, youth), and then I made the flash of the camera go off near his blindfold so that he would think that there was a photo of his hard cock for all the world to see.  We left for a few minutes and then came back and let him loose.  Needless to say, things were never quite the same after that.11