Play Ball i
It poured outside and looked like the summer league baseball tournament would be postponed. Four of us were bored waiting and decided to play spies. Even after graduating from high school still played cowboys & Indians, cops & robbers, Army and other games that involved ropes, gags and someone being captured.
As usual I was ganged up on. They soon stripped me down to my too tight white spandex brief. I was gagged with Mrs. Buxton's well-worn leopard print panty girdle and two black spandex scarves wrapped over my lips! My three captors were aggressive, to my embarrassment my thick circumcised 9" cock got rock hard as my smooth egg sized balls got as tight as a drum. It always made me feel gay when they got rough with me.
Two boys entered Justin's bedroom soaking wet. They had over 100' of cotton clothesline. They practically turned me into a mummy, with my hands beside my sides and rope tied from my upper thighs to my ankles. I could only meow incoherently as they outdid themselves. It took my three classmates more than hour to truss up my silky smooth 5'5", smooth well-toned and tanned 127-pound! It a lot of willpower not to spurt boy juice in front of my tormenters.
"Hey!" A ballplayer called from outside! "We have ten minutes to get to the field!"
The boys quickly grabbed their gear. Both Charly and Justin assured me they would be back to untie me.
I could only nod in agreement as my full bladder ached for relief. I could only hope one of them returned on time.
It was humid and muggy as I struggled on the hardwood floor.
After an hour ticked by I soaked my spandex brief with warm amber pee as my full bowels rumbled for relief, it had been two days' since my last BM.
Four hours later I was still bound, gagged and helpless. It rained for about ten minutes, which gave me hope. No one showed up.
