Babysitting gone wrong




At the time I was 21 years old (we'll call me Kevin) attending a local high
school. There was this family friend that had some emergency in their extended
family, forcing her and the husband to leave town for the weekend. They
decided it would be easiest to leave their 16 year old son (we'll call him
Carlos) at home, and asked my parents if they were willing to look after him
while they were gone. He couldn't come over to our house because there was
just not enough room. To my dismay, my parents suggested that I could go over
to their house and act as his babysitter for the weekend (which I have never
done before). Now the reason why I didn't like this arrangement was because I
didn't really like Carlos at all. I wasn't terribly close to him, and our
conversations were limited to generic chatter. He was a brat to say the least
(no manners, exceedingly immature, a bit of a drama queen, etc etc). Also, I
don't try to hide my disdainful attitude towards him, and he has returned that
attitude towards me. But out of respect for his parents (who were generally
nice people), I grudgingly agreed to babysit him. Carlos, on the other hand,
did not like the idea at all ("I'm 16 years old already, for God's sake! I
don't need a babysitter", etc etc), but after arguing with his parents for a
while, he sulkingly agreed to the arrangement.

The parents were to leave on Friday morning, which meant I would go straight
to his house after school with everything I need in my bag. They laid some
ground rules for Carlos (sleep at 11, don't leave the house, etc etc). Carlos
would be home first after school (his intermediate school finishes the day
earlier than my high school) and open the door for me. So along came Friday (a
hot summer day) and I arrived at his house wearing my school uniform (navy and
white striped short-sleeved shirt, navy shorts and navy knee high socks). He
answered the door, still wearing his school uniform (blue short-sleeved shirt,
dark navy shorts and black knee high socks). A bit about me and Carlos: at the
time i was around 1.7m tall, and he was at least a head shorter than me. We
had the typical skinny Asian build, and neither of us were particularly
strong. We both wore glasses.

"Hey Kevin, come in and make yourself comfortable", said Carlos.

"Hey, man is it hot today", I replied, panting and sweating from the
abnormally hot weather.

I stepped into his house, and he proceeds to show me to the guest room where
I'll be sleeping.

"Mum said you can stay in this room, but don't touch any of this stuff or I'll
have to spank you", he said sarcastically. I remember rolling my eyes,
wondering if his attitude is going to change at all in the weekend.

It was in this room that I was "captured". As soon as I have stepped into the
room and put my schoolbag down, a "hood" covered my head and the opening was
secured around my neck, making it impossible for me to take off (I later found
out that it was just a small sack).

"What the f--- man!" I yelled, stumbling around confused and blinded, and
still tired from the walk.

"Get him now!" screamed Carlos.

The next moments were all a blur. I heard some girls shout in the background
and Carlos grunting as I felt some rope tighten around my body, pinning my
arms to the side. Right afterwards, I was tackled to the floor. Unbeknownst to
me, Carlos had brought two of his school friends home, and hidden them in the
house before I arrived. Presumably, they all tackled me to the floor (which
was easy given that I was blinded and disoriented). The fall crushed the
breath out of me. As I lay there dazed, and still not being able to see a damn
thing, I felt the kids straddle me and doing something with my legs. One of
them (presumably Carlos) grabbed my hands/forearms and forced them behind my
back. At this point I had recovered enough to start struggling seriously. I
attempted to thrash around, but to my dismay I found that they had somehow
looped a rope around my ankles and attached the rope to a bedpost or
something, so that I couldn't really kick my legs. Still, I struggled like
there was no tomorrow. I figured that they were trying to tie me up (duh!),
and I couldn't allow that to happen.

"Just give up man, you can't get out!" shouted Carlos, amongst a plethora of
panting and grunting. I tried to thrash, roll around and get my arms free. But
with three kids sitting on me, and a rope somewhat pinning my arms, I couldn't
lift any part of my body off the floor at all.

"Tie his hands up Amy", said Carlos. My wrists were held together while "Amy"
proceeded to tie and cinch them. "Get his legs now," said Carlos. I felt
somebody sit on my legs and hold them, while rope was tied and cinched at
multiple points along my legs and ankles.

After my legs were completely tied up, one of the girls said "That should be
enough, let's tighten his arms now". They proceeded to tightly tie my elbows
together, then lifted my upper body so that I was kneeling on the floor.
Throughout all this I was still struggling, but eventually they managed to
loop the rope multiple times around my body and completely pin my arms.

At the end, we were all panting and sweating profusely. And I was still
struggling in that kneeling position. Carlos held me as the hood was cut off,
and I gasped for fresh air. In front of me stood an Asian girl and a white
girl with blonde hair, both wearing their school uniforms (blue short-sleeved
shirt, blue check pleat knee length skirt and stockings), both admiring their
handiwork.

I tried to shout, but Carlos held his hand over my mouth, muffling the cries.

"Hold him while I find something to gag him with", he snarled. The girls
forced me to the floor again, straddled me, and pushed my face into a pillow
to muffle my shouts.

After a while, I heard Carlos return. "I think he'll enjoy chewing on these",
he said gleefully, while the girls laughed. Anticipating the gag, I clenched
my jaws and closed my mouth. The girls pulled my hair and forced my head up,
and I saw Carlos dangling a pair of his black school socks. I could only
assume they came from the dirty laundry basket.

"Cmon, open wide!" he laughed, with the white girl trying to force my mouth
open. I clenched my jaws so hard that I could feel my back teeth hurting. I
did NOT want to taste those socks. Eventually, the girl thought to pinch my
nose. Those seconds were the longest I have ever held my breath for. In the
end, I had to gasp for air, and Carlos immediately shoved the socks in. The
white girl then proceeded to wrap duct tape several times around my head,
securing those socks in place. God, did they taste disgusting. I tried
shouting "F--- YOU", but all that came out was some muffled noises.

"Let me introduce your captors", Carlos mocked. I did mention he was a bit of
a drama queen. "To my right is the lovely Tara (indicates the white girl), and
the girl pulling your hair out right now is the feisty Amy (the Asian girl
looks down at me and waves, then releases my head)".

"MMPH MMPH MMPH MMPH MMPH", I said (Let me go right now!), still struggling
against my bonds.

"Oh, poor baby got something in his mouth? How humiliating. A student being
tied up and gagged by youngsters", Carlos mocked. In a more serious tone, he
said "I'm sixteen years old already, why the hell do I need a babysitter?
That's just so embarrassing. Especially if the babysitter is the great Kevin."

"That's right", said Tara, "When Carlos told me about this stupid babysitting
business, I came up with a plan to turn the tables on you. We were pretty
confident that the three of us could subdue you and tie you up. Now that
you're out of the picture, we can literally do whatever we want!".

"And you'll be the one that's not allowed to leave this room", added Amy. I
grunted. The girls were just as bratty, if not more, than Carlos.

"Speaking of which, let's do leave this room. Something in here smells real
bad", said Carlos. I was sweating so much from the stuffy room, struggling,
and being tied up, that I realised that I did smell quite bad. They laughed
and ran out of the room, closed the door and went upstairs, as I shouted into
my gag.

I was left alone in the room, feeling enraged and humiliated. I still couldn't
believe this was happening, that I let some 16 year old kids truss me up. Two
of them were girls, for God's sake! The kids had obviously prepared for this
stunt. Every knot was tightly tied and cinched. My legs and arms were tied so
tight that I could barely move them. Furthermore, my ankles were still
attached by rope to a bedpost, and there was no way the tape around my jaws
were coming off. And to think about what would happen to me in the
weekend.....

So here I was, tied up on the floor and gagged with dirty socks. This was my
first time being tied up, and had previously never even thought about this
kind of stuff, so I had many mixed feelings. Obviously I was angry and
frustrated at being bound. I was also embarrassed to have been outwitted by
some brats 4 years younger than me, and worst of all it was Carlos and his
friends. But at the same time, I also felt excited and thrilled. That can't be
right, I thought, but apparently being helpless and at somebody else's mercy
can have that effect. I realised that I was also aroused and actually starting
to enjoy this feeling of helplessness in a weird way. At the time, I thought I
must've gone mental.

I shook my thoughts, and continued to struggle against my bonds. I twisted my
body and tried to reach the nearest rope securing my legs. Eventually my
fingers closed on what felt like a complicated knot (to this day I still had
no idea what kind of knot it was). I tried, without any success, to untie the
knot. Where the hell did they learn how to tie so good?

After what seemed like an hour or so of struggling, I had to stop and take a
rest. I was completely exhausted, and managed to make no slack on the ropes at
all. The feeling of despair had begun to settle in, and I started to accept
that I wouldn't be able to free myself. Well, if I can't escape, might as well
make myself comfortable. Seeing that my schoolbag is still in the room and
within reachable distance, I flopped over to it, used it as a pillow, and laid
down on my side. Because of the hot and stuffy room, I started to drift off to
sleep.

Soon after, the sound of footsteps jostled me from my half-slumber. I looked
up as Tara and Amy entered the room.

"Carlos is playing some stupid, boring shooting game on the PS2," grumbled
Tara, "But then I remembered that we had a baby downstairs we could play
with!" I moaned as she proceeded to force me onto my back and straddle me at
my waist, and started trying to tickle me. Unfortunately, I wasn't really
ticklish, so all she managed to do was get a few grunts from me.

"Maybe his feet's more ticklish," said Amy, as she ran her fingernails up and
down the socked soles of my feet. That didn't work well either.

"Man, you're no fun!" said Tara disappointingly.

I saw Amy slide over and whisper something to Tara. Her expression changed to
one of delight. She got off me and knelt down by my head. "Hey Kevin, just
wanna make sure if you can breathe through your nose properly?" she asked, and
pinched my nose softly.

"Mmph" I nodded in reply.

"You sure it's not blocked? Wouldn't want you suffocating," she said. Again I
nodded.

With a grin, Tara then clamped my head between her legs and fully covered my
gag with her hands, so that I couldn't breathe through my mouth. Amy then
covered my nose with her stockinged feet. Needless to say, the smell was not
pleasant. The girls laughed as I struggled to get loose, but with Tara
clamping down on my head, all I could do was flop the rest of my body. The
effort exhausted me, and since I couldn't breathe through my mouth, I had to
rapidly sniff through my nose.

"Like the smell of my feet?" said Amy gleefully," Don't worry, there's a lot
more where that came from". After a while I had to stop flopping around
because I was running out of breath, and resigned to breathing through Amy's
smelly feet.

"That's better, little baby," said Tara, "It's not so bad after all, is it?".
I grunted and glared at her.

After a few more minutes of this torment, I saw Carlos enter the room, holding
a camera.

"Having fun girls?" grinned Carlos. "We're gonna take a few pictures of Kevin
for... insurance purposes". I realised in horror that he would be able to use
those pictures to blackmail me into doing things. But there was nothing I
could do.

They took turns holding the camera while the other two kids posed in various
positions. The most common pose involved me laying down on my front and being
straddled with my hair being pulled to force my head to face the camera.
Sometimes they would step on me with one foot, hands on hips. Basically,
anything that puts me in a position of humiliation.

After they were done, they left the room, presumably to download the photos
onto a computer. Moments later, they returned to the room with grins on their
faces.

"Here's the situation," explained Carlos. "I have prepared an email waiting to
be sent to everybody on my contact list, which includes your parents and some
of your friends. Those photos are attached to the email. We plan to make you
our, *ahem*, personal servant, for the weekend, and if you misbehave in any
way, I will simply walk into the computer room and hit the send button. I'm
sure you don't want the whole world to know that you've been tied up and
gagged by us kids. So do we have an understanding?".

The thought of my friends knowing about this was unbearable. I would be the
laughing stock of the school. So with defeat in my eyes, I nodded, and decided
to stop struggling and do whatever it takes to please the kids to stop them
from using those photos.

"Good", said Carlos.

"We told our parents we'll be staying over here for the weekends", said Tara.
"So we're gonna have lots of fun!"

"Let's move him to the big room where we can keep an eye on him", said Amy.
They proceeded to drag me out of the room and down a hallway into the living
room.

The sun was setting by this time, and the clock read 6pm or so. The kids had
some pizza delivered for dinner. I was pretty hungry by this time, and hoped
they would ungag me and let me have some food. Instead, they put the pizza
right under my nose, but didn't allow me to eat it.

"Pizza smells good, doesn't it?" laughed Tara. "But I guess your mouth is a
bit full right now." The kids continued to torment me like this throughout
dinner, and I could only stare at the pizza with my stomach growling.

The evening proceeded more or less the same way. The kids would watch TV and
play around with me, but since I wasn't ticklish, their options were somewhat
limited. They kept wearing their school uniforms as a constant reminder of how
I am at the mercy of intermediate school kids. Often they would rub their
dirty feet into my face and force me to smell them. To make matters worse, the
hot weather hadn't let up at night, and as a result, everyone was sweating
extra hard, which made their feet all the more disgusting.

Finally, at around 11pm, they called it a night.

"We're gonna move you over to the garage in case you make a mess of yourself
during the night", said Carlos. "Though I doubt you can piss or shit yourself
with the way you're tied up right now." They dragged me over to the garage.

"Let's put him in a hogtie", suggested Tara excitedly. I was put on my front,
and the kids bent my legs back as far as they could go. Tara then attached a
rope from my wrist coils to my ankle coils. The result was a uncomfortable
hogtie.

"Try to get some sleep Kevin, tomorrow's gonna be a long day", said Carlos.
With a laugh, the kids left the room and closed the door. I tested the hogtie,
but couldn't find slack in the ropes at all. After spending the better part of
the day tied up, my body was aching, I was hungry, and I needed to pee. But
exhaustion overcame me as I drifted off to sleep in the hot night.

To summarize, I had been tied up by 3 kids, who then took photos of me.
They're using those photos as a sort of blackmail to make me 'behave' over the
weekend. I had spent Friday night hogtied in the garage. As morning came, I
was woken by somebody kicking me. I opened my eyes and saw Carlos standing
over me.

"Wakey wakey," he said. "I know you're real hungry, and today's gonna be a big
day, so we're gonna give you some food." I grunted and narrowed my eyes.
There's always a catch.

"Why so grumpy?" laughed Carlos, as if reading my mind. "There's no catch
involved. You're just gonna have to get to the food, in the lounge we were in
yesterday at the end of the hall. You should be able to do it if I undo that
hogtie. Good luck!" With that, he untied the rope attaching my ankles to my
wrists, and left the garage.

I groaned and started to wiggle and flop my way out of the garage. It was slow
and tiring work because of how tightly tied up I was. 5 minutes passed and I
had only managed to get out of the garage and into the hallway. I needed
another 10-15 minutes to travel down the hallway and into the lounge. I found
the kids sitting at the table and watching me with grins on their faces as I
wriggled into the room. They had all changed into casual t-shirts and shorts,
as it was still a very hot day.

"Come here Kevin, we got some leftover pizza for you!" said Tara. I wriggled
my way over to the table as they looked on. "Poor thing, you've been tied up
and gagged for so long now, you must be aching." I strained to look up at the
wall clock, which showed 10am, meaning that around 18 hours had elapsed since
I was first tied up. "Here, let me take that gag off for you," grinned Tara
nastily. She got a pair of scissors, slipped it beneath the tape around my
face, and cut it near the side of my head. She then held my head down and
ripped off the tape in one quick motion.

"MMMMMPHH", I cried in pain. The tape had been stuck to my face for so long
that it really hurt when she pulled it off. She then gingerly grabbed the sock
in my mouth and pulled it out. "Ewww, it's soaking wet", she said, and
thoroughly wiped it on my face before throwing it into a laundry basket. "It's
your saliva, after all," she said. I had a bad taste left in my mouth from the
sock and wanted to spit it out at her right then, but wisely decided to hold
it in and swallow it.

"Here's your food." Carlos put a plate of 2 slices of (cold) pizza in front of
me on the floor.

"How am I gonna eat that with my hands tied?" I said.

"That's not our problem," grinned Carlos. I grumbled and edged over to the
pizza, grabbing it between my teeth and biting. It took me awhile to finish
those two slices using only my mouth.

"Now that you've eaten, we'll let you clean yourself up a bit," said Carlos.
"We'll untie your arms first, but if you try anything, you know what's gonna
happen". The kids then proceeded to untie my hands and arms. Immediately
after, they rolled me onto my back, as Tara approached with a pair of plastic
toy handcuffs. I offered no resistance as she placed them on my wrists; trying
to fight 3 people with my legs still tied wouldn't work out well. They then
untied all the ropes around my legs. Carlos and Amy were careful to sit on
them and hold them still while Tara got another pair of handcuffs, and this
time put them on my ankles.

"Man, you guys sure got some serious gear," I said.

"Heh, I borrowed these from my sister, just for you," said Tara. "Now if
you'll please quickly relieve yourself, take a dump or whatever, we've got
some stuff for you to do later."

I shuffled into the bathroom as they stood guard and wedged something into the
door hole so that I couldn't lock the door. I closed the door and did my
business, along with trying to wash the sticky leftovers from the tape off my
face, and rinsing the bad sock taste from my mouth. The kids were waiting
impatiently as I exited the bathroom.

"First thing's first, we're gonna need to gag you again," said Carlos nastily.

"Cmon, please don't gag me, I won't say a word, I promise", I pleaded. I
didn't want another sock shoved into my mouth again.

"Well, it won't hurt to make sure", said Amy delightfully. She was carrying
the laundry basket from earlier, which also had all of their dirty school
uniforms, socks, tights, and underwear from yesterday. "This time we'll be
nice and let you choose what you want to be gagged with! Except for the socks
that has already been in your mouth."

I stared at the laundry basket with trepidation. The girls' tights would just
be as bad as the socks, from yesterday's experience with Amy's feet. I
definitely did not want any underwear in my mouth either. In the end, I
decided on the socks Carlos was wearing yesterday. "Those socks then," I said,
pointing at them.

"Say again what you want with my socks?" Carlos said gleefully.

I sighed and said "I want to be gagged with your socks, alright?"

"Your wish is my command," grinned Carlos. He took the socks and rolled them
into a ball. There is no point struggling, I thought, as I opened my mouth
while he shoved the socks in and secured it in place with several wraps of
tape around my face, much like yesterday.

"OK, task number one: You are to grab the vacuum cleaner in the garage, and go
through the house room by room, vacuuming every inch. Let's go!" said Carlos.

I groaned and shuffled over to the garage and got the vacuum cleaner. There
were 4 rooms including the living room and bathroom downstairs, plus the
hallway. It must've taken more than an hour to completely vacuum them, since
my ankles were cuffed together and I could only take small steps. I did the
living room last, where the kids were already having lunch, as it was around
12pm by that time.

"Don't forget to do upstairs as well," shouted Carlos over the noise of the
vacuum. Cursing inside, I took the vacuum cleaner upstairs, and continued for
another hour or so.

By the time I was finished it must've been around 2pm. I took the vacuum back
into the garage, where the kids met me.

"Great job," said Carlos. "Task number two: Clean the bathroom. Everything you
need should be in there." I complied and scrubbed the toilet, wiped the floor
and walls, and cleaned the showers and washing bowl, with Amy supervising me.
Finally, after she was satisfied that the bathroom was completely clean, she
led me back to the living room.

"Man, I could get used to this," laughed Carlos. "OK, task number three, the
most important of all: do our homework." The kids then took their school books
from their bags and dumped them onto the table.

"We got some maths and science homework," said Tara. "Should be no problemo
for a senior high schooler such as yourself. But there's a catch: you gotta
imitate our handwriting. And before you get any ideas, everything at our
school's done in pencil. If you don't do a good enough job, you're gonna have
to rub everything out and start over, so you're better off just getting it
right the first time."

With that, they sat me down and showed me which pages to do the homework for.
As Tara said, it was easy work (basic algebra, etc.), but imitating their
handwriting was a pain. Tara's handwriting was nice and clean, like mine, so
that wasn't too bad. Amy's handwriting, on the other hand, was absolutely
horrible. It took a few tries before she was fully satisfied that it'll fool
the teacher. By the time I was done with all their homework, it was past 4pm.

"Thanks Kevin, we really appreciate it," grinned Carlos. "So we're gonna let
you have some fun and play a little game. First, we're gonna need to truss you
up again."

"Hold up, I wanna try tying him up by myself," said Amy, with a gleam in her
eyes.

"You're a lucky guy Kevin, usually Amy wants to be the one tied up," said
Tara. "Go ahead, Amy." I thought in surprise: How often do they tie each other
up?

Amy first started with my legs, tying and cinching them above and below the
knees, once around my lower leg, and finally my ankles, after taking off the
cuffs. She then took of the handcuffs on my wrists, rolled my onto my front,
and straddled me. "Stay still," she warned, knowing that Carlos and Tara would
pounce at any sign of a struggle. She grabbed my hands, and taped my fingers
together so that I couldn't fiddle with any ropes. She then bent my arms
behind my back so that it's like an arms folded position, and tied my forearms
together at several points. Next she ran some ropes above my elbows and around
my body, pinning my arms to my sides, and did something with the ropes behind
my back. The result was a tight tie where I couldn't move my arms at all.

"Nice tie Amy, you've improved alot," said Tara. "I think we need to replace
that sock gag with a tape gag for the game, so that he can't breath through
his mouth." From this, I had an idea of what the "game" might involve.

"Yea I'm onto it," said Amy. She took the pair of scissors and cut off the
tape around my head, took out the socks and threw it into the laundry basket.
"Keep your mouth shut now," she said. I pressed my lips together as she
tightly wrapped duct tape over my mouth and around my head. After like ten
wraps, she cut the tape off and smoothed it over my face.

"Nice, let's get onto the game," said Carlos excitedly. He pulled my upper
body up so I was kneeling on the floor, while Tara grabbed the laundry basket
and put it on a chair in front of me.

"Since you did such great work today, we're gonna reward you with some food at
the end of this", said Carlos. "But you're gonna have to earn it."

"We're gonna ask you some yes or no questions, just nod or shake your head,"
said Tara. "If you get them right, we'll put a piece of food into the bowl,
and you can eat everything from the bowl at the end." She held up a white bowl
and put it on the floor. "But if you get it wrong, you're gonna have to shove
your face into the laundry basket for 10 seconds. And you'll do it
voluntarily, cause if you don't, we're gonna shove it in for you, and the next
time you get a question right, we won't give you that piece of food." I had a
feeling these "questions" would be pretty rigged.

"OK, first question," said Carlos, reading off a piece of paper. "Do I like
eating olives?" I stared and thought, what kind of question is this? "You've
got 10 seconds to answer." I took a chance, and shook my head for no.

"Wrong!" said Carlos gleefully. "You know what to do."

I gingerly put my face into the pile of dirty clothes, just touching one of
their school shirts. As expected, it was soiled with sweat and smelt bad in
the stuffy room.

"We can tell you're not fully pressing your face into there," warned Tara. She
proceeded to fully push my head into the basket. I mmphed and wriggled in
protest, as she held me there for what seemed like half a minute. After she
released me, I pulled my head out to breath in fresh air.

"Next question," said Tara. "Am I 16 years old?" As Carlos was 16 years old, I
assumed she was as well, and nodded. "Wrong!" she said. "I'm actually 17 cause
I already had my birthday! In you go." This time I shoved my face tightly into
the the basket, sniffing through one of the girl's tights, and counted to 10.
I wondered how much more of this I could take.

"Aw poor thing, let's give him an easy one," laughed Amy. "Are you utterly
embarrassed that you've been tied up, gagged, and held hostage for 2 days in a
row by some kids?" I nodded, as she dropped a small piece of chocolate into
the bowl.

This went on quite a while. They never seemed to get bored of the game, and I
must've been asked a hundred or so questions. By the time they were done, I
had stuffed my face into their clothes so many times that I had lost count,
but only had a few pieces of assorted nuts and chocolate to eat.

"Alright, we gotta go now, can't stay over for another night," said Tara. She
and Amy retrieved their clothes from the basket and packed up their bags.
"It's been fun, Kevin, hope we get to do this again someday. He's all yours
now, Carlos. See ya later!" They laughed as they left the house.

It was just me and Carlos left, and he grinned as he cut the tape gag off. My
face was now smarting from all the times that tape had been ripped off. "OK,
you can eat this stuff while I go cook some dinner for myself." He went into
the kitchen, leaving me with the bowl of chocolate and nuts, which I quickly
ate.

At around 7pm, Carlos returned from his meal. "Let's get you tucked in for the
night," he said. "As a reward for all your hard work, you get to sleep on a
bed tonight."

"How nice of you," I said sarcastically. He ignored me and untied my lower
legs and stood me up, so that I could at least take very small steps. "Cmon,
let's go to your room," he said. I awkwardly shuffled my way into the guest
room. "Lay on the bed," Carlos ordered. I plopped myself onto the bed, as he
lifted my legs onto the bed.

"Oh I almost forgot, gotta shut your loud mouth again," he said. He eyed the
knee-length school socks I was wearing with a grin. "So you've been wearing
those socks for two days in a row now, wonder how they taste like?" He then
sat on my knees and took off my socks.

"Please don't gag me with those," I begged. "It's hard enough trying to sleep
while tied up."

"That's the point," he grinned. "Now open wide, or do I have to force it in
again?" I grudgingly complied and opened my mouth. He stuffed one sock into
there and held it in with duct tape around my head. He then took the other
sock and tied it around my head, right under my nose.

"I'm gonna tape you up now. Stay still," he said. He crossed my ankles
together and taped them together, wrapping the duct tape 10 times around. He
did the same under my knees, and at two more sections of my lower leg. He then
pulled my ankles towards the horizontal bedpost at the end of the bed, and
secured them to the post with more tape. He then propped my upper body onto
its side to untie the ropes securing my arms. As soon as my arms were free, I
tried to push Carlos away. Expecting this, he straddled me at my chest,
grabbed my wrists, and pinned my arms down with his knees. Even though I was
stronger, I couldn't get the full weight of his body off me with juts my arms.

"Struggle all you want, you're not getting out," he grinned. While keeping my
arms pinned, he pulled my left wrist up over my head towards the bedpost at
the head of the bed. He secured it to the post with tape, and then did the
same with my other wrist. The result was a kind of half spreadeagle for my
arms, but my legs were tied together.

"So, the girls said you weren't ticklish," said Carlos. "We'll see about
that." He proceeded to run his fingers lightly across the soles of my bare
feet. The previous day, Amy had done that, but I was wearing socks, which
protected my feet. This time, it had an effect, and I squirmed a bit as a
result.

"Hehe, I thought so," said Carlos. He then straddled me again and lightly ran
his nails up and down my exposed armpits in quick movements.

"Mmmmmph", I said, feeling the discomfort. As he increased the intensity I
squirmed harder and harder. He did this in bursts for an hour or so before he
finally stopped.

"Well that was fun," said Carlos. He lifted his fingers and looked at them.
'Ewww, my fingers are all disgusting now. And you smell like shit. That's it
for tonight, I'm gonna go wash up." With that, he left the room, leaving me
panting on the bed. I lay there, thinking that it was all gonna be over
tomorrow, and drifted off to sleep.

Nothing much happened on Sunday. Carlos said his parents would be back in the
afternoon, so he just left me taped to the bed. Finally, at 12pm, he came in
to untie me.

"I'm gonna untie you now, my parents are gonna be back soon," said Carlos.
"I've emailed the photos to Amy and Tara, so don't get any ideas." He cut the
tape off, and I felt my skin smart, and untied the rest of my body.

"You can take out your own gag," he said, handing me a pair of scissors. I
untied the sock under my nose, cut off the tape, and spat out my socks. "You
need to clean yourself up now, take as long as you need," said Carlos.

I took a fresh set of clothes from my bag and went for a shower, but not
before relieving myself. My school uniform had been completely soiled, and it
was a relieve to be in fresh clothes again. It felt weird to be completely
free of bonds, after being tied up for the better part of 2-3 days. I was
almost getting used to being bound. As I exited the bathroom, I found Carlos
standing there grinning from ear to ear.

"What's so funny?" I grumbled.

"Well," he said, "tying you up and gagging you was hilarious, for starters."

"If you wanted to tie me up, you could've just asked me, instead of forcing it
one me like this" I said.

"You would never have agreed," said Carlos. "Consider this your.....
initiation".

I said nothing, and prepared to leave the house. The parents came back soon
after, and asked how things had been. Carlos looked at me expectantly.

"Everything's been great," I said weakly. "Carlos has been such a good boy.
He's done all his homework, and even vacuumed the house and cleaned the
bathroom."

They thanked me and paid me. Carlos laughed, "Yea, it's been a great weekend,
I'll definitely ask for you next time I need a babysitter." I cursed silently
inside.

As I left the house, I looked at the money I received and wondered if it was
worth the ordeal I went through.