My best friend, Kenneth, and his teammates from the high school wrestling team tied me spread eagle to my own bed. Having lost at strip poker, I was only in my underwear. My skinny, hairless, half-naked body was tied up for their amusement and fuck, this wasn’t cool. I tried to complain but they had gagged me with dirty socks. I had at least three of their freshly removed ankle socks shoved deep down my mouth! My cheeks were bloated like a chipmunk storing nuts. They used duct tape wrapped around my mouth to hold the smelly gag in place. James, the oldest boy of the bunch, went further. He took his other sock off and taped it over my gag just below my nose which forced me to sniff it with every breath I took. It was so rank, oddly smelling like stale corn and vinegar. Gross!

Kenneth knew I liked bondage games – ever since we were little kids – but I still felt betrayed. I was being embarrassed by his asshole jock friends at his direction. They were so cocky too. I couldn’t believe my best friend was enlisting his teammates in “our thing”.

They took pictures of my humiliated state, posing for selfies, sometimes together, with me in the background restrained to my bed in just my tighty whities. I think they were even posting them to Snapchat!

Kenneth told them how ticklish I was so they attacked every corner of my body with their fingertips. Kyle, the youngest of the crew, took particular delight digging in to my armpits which drove me bat shit crazy. Eric, the quiet, shy one, suddenly came alive and focused on my inner thighs just below my crotch which made me a little uncomfortable. What could I do though? Every cry of laughter or disapproval was muzzled by the wad of socks gagging my mouth. Every movement made the ropes tighter. They made fun of how useless I was to resist or object to their taunts. I was screwed and had no choice but to take the torture they dished out on my exposed body.

When they got bored with tormenting me, instead of letting me go, they left me bound and gagged in the bedroom and turned out the lights. They returned to the fun downstairs. I could hear them playing video games in my living room all night while I struggled, writhed, and tugged, trying to get free alone in my bed.

The restraints used were from the pile of ropes I kept in “the box” from my closet. Kenneth instructed them on how to properly tie me up with them. The knots were perfect because Kenneth, over the years, knew how to tie me up good. My efforts to get out only managed to create a pool of sweat under my squirming body and rope burn around my wrists and ankles.

Even worse, the more I exerted myself trying to get out of my situation, the heavier breaths I took which meant the more I was smelling James’ foul foot odor from his sock he taped under my nose. His smell was disgusting, no doubt because he only owned one pair of Asics sneakers that we wrestled with and wore every day to class. His shoes were notorious.

As for my mouth, I was tasting their sweaty teenage boy feet thanks to the collection of their dirty socks they used to keep me quiet.

I don’t know how much time went by that night while I laid helpless in my bed, feeling the tight ropes on my body and eating their sweaty socks. Hours? Eventually I passed out.

By morning, Kenneth, James, Kyle, and Eric, came back in to my room. They must have spent the night somewhere in my house. They finally set me free. Kenneth ruffled my hair, and while the others weren’t paying attention, leaned in and whispered to me, “I know you loved this.”

The truth is, he was kind of right as I thought about it.

All the rest of that day, too, there was a sticky film of their sock sweat coating the linings of my mouth and gums as I replayed that night in my head.

I won’t lie, I wanted more.

THE END