One Prank Deserves Another · Part 1

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For a number of years, near the city where I live, there was a ten-day celebration around mid-summer that celebrated the settlement of the American West. It involved Native Americans, cowboys, gunslingers, a circled wagon train, craftsmen making everything from saddles to brooms, stagecoach rides, panning for gold, and frontier cuisine at the food stands.

There was a theatrical presentation each night depicting the history of the West in song and dance. Local singers and dancers rehearsed for weeks in preparation. And there was even a professional dance group from a neighboring city who would come and participate in the presentation each year.

Patrons would come from almost every state in the nation, and local schools totally enjoyed the historical nature of the event–even if it was in the middle of summer and school was not in session. I admit, I am a history buff, so I volunteered my time each year (along with dozens of other local people) to make it all happen. Over the years, I worked in food booths, running errands, constructing the frontier street, clean up efforts, taking a part in the production to replace a cast member who had a last minute emergency, and just working wherever I was needed–enjoying every minute of the time spent there.

One year, I was given the assignment of cleaning the dressing rooms for the theatrical performers each night. There was one room for the male cast, one for the female cast, and two rooms for the male and female members of the professional dance group. (Over the years, I had gotten to know most of the professional dancers quite well, since many of them returned each year. They were a fun-loving group, and took delight in playing small pranks on the local cast members and each other.

It made for some exciting and frustrating situations during rehearsals.) After the performance one night, I waited patiently for the participants to change out of their costumes, then began to clean the dressing rooms. I finished the men's dressing room, but as usual, there were some stragglers in the women's dressing room. I noticed the light was off in the men's dressing room for the professional dancers, and decided to clean that room next.

I unlocked the door and my hand found the light switch in the darkened room. There was a large, square table supported by four heavy legs in the middle of the room, and for some reason, someone had thrown a large blanket over the top of one corner of the table. I decided to fold the blanket first and set it off to the side. But when I pulled the blanket off, I was more than a little startled by what I saw.

Andrew was one of the male dancers who returned each year, and was in fact one of the better-looking ones. He had the look and body frame of being very athletic–but then after seeing many of the acrobatic moves these dancers had to make, that was no surprise. He was in his mid-twenties, had light brown hair and brown puppy-dog eyes. He had turned the heads of many of the female cast (including many of the married ones) for several years. He was actually quite handsome, but unfortunately he was well aware of that and sometimes delighted in taking advantage of his good looks. He was a likable guy, but could be quite arrogant at times.

Tonight, Andrew was sitting on the floor, completely naked, and tied to one of the table legs. He was sitting with his back against the heavy, wooden leg, and his hands had been tied together behind it. His feet were tied together as well, and he had bent his legs and pulled them up against his chest–probably in an attempt to hide his genitals. He was gagged with a large blue bandanna handkerchief (all of the men in the cast had one or more of these as part of their costumes for various segments of the production). Andrew's head had been pulled against the top of the table leg and the bandanna had been pulled between his teeth and tied around the leg of the table, binding his head to the table leg as well.

The blanket had been thrown over the corner of the table where Andrew had been turned into a bound captive, and had covered him completely. When I pulled the blanket off, I was indeed startled to see him, but his eyes registered fear. When he saw that I was another man, and someone he knew, he breathed a huge sigh of relief and the fear disappeared. He began to make muffled noises into the gag. He straightened his legs on the floor in front of him and raised his bound hands slightly as if to show me the predicament that he was in.

When my shock had subsided, I looked at him and smiled, then moved over to close and lock the door into the hall. He watched as I walked back to him, and knelt beside him. He was an awesome sight, I do admit: his hairy legs had well-developed muscles from years of athletic dancing, his upper arms were likewise well developed, and a respectable amount of brown chest hair covered his entire, well-toned torso.

"Andrew, do you want me to untie you?" I asked.

He mumbled "Yes! Please!" into the gag, and I started by removing that. He moved his jaws around to get the flexibility back.

"Oh Jake," he finally said, "Thank you for playing the calvary here. I was so afraid it would be a woman from the cast or a cleaning woman who would find me like this. I'm sure that's what they had in mind anyway!" With his head now free from the table leg, Andrew pulled his upper body forward slightly so I could see and reach his hands.

"Who is 'they?'" I asked him, as I began to untie the knots, "And what happened to you?"

"'They' are the other male dancers," Andrew answered. "They must have plotted the whole thing because when I came out of the shower, they all jumped me and tied me up like this. I had no chance to get dressed, and when I begged them to untie me, they just laughed and gagged me so I couldn't talk. They finished dressing, then said they were going out for something to eat before they went to the hotel. A couple of them are coming back to untie me once they get done eating, but they said that the person coming in to clean the room would probably find me before then, and–lucky me–it would probably be a woman!

They left me here…….." Andrew droned on till I had also untied his feet and began to rub the rope marks on his ankles as he rubbed some circulation back into his wrists. He noticed a slight smile on my face, and finally ended with a lighthearted comment, "It might have been worth it, though, if a beautiful young girl had found me. That would be something the other guys would really be jealous about!"

"He's his normal self, and still the pompous guy that we all know," I thought to myself. But that comment started my mind working. I like sharing bondage situations with other guys, and had been reluctant to untie him in the first place. It had already made an enjoyable evening for me, but now I was trying to figure out a way to get him tied up again.

Andrew finally rose to his feet and stepped into his underwear after pulling his briefs off a hook, along with his jeans. He took his t-shirt from another hook and began to pull it over his head. "Andrew," I began, "were you serious when you said the other guys would be jealous if they thought you had been untied and set free by a beautiful young woman?"

"Oh, yeah," Andrew replied, with a smile, and he added a small wink as he continued, "and they would be even more jealous if they suspected that she kept me her prisoner and did unspeakable things to me!"

It was a long shot and a stupid idea, but I had nothing to lose. "Andrew, you could play a joke on the other dancers if you are okay with it." He gave me a puzzled look as he stuck one arm through an armhole of his t-shirt. "I could tie you up in a different place and in a different position–either naked or with some of your clothes on. That way, the guys would know that you got untied somehow–or with someone's help. There's a make-up case on the table under the mirror, and you can use the lipstick to make it look like you have been kissed over and over on your face–and your body if you like……..by a woman!"

Andrew laughed. "That's a great idea, but……. I don't know about getting tied up again. What if the guys came back to untie me and then just leave me tied up? Or what if they don't come back at all?…….not really sure if I want to be tied up again."

"It's just a prank on them after playing a prank on you!" I told him. "I do have some cleaning to do, and if they haven't returned by the time I finish, I can come back in and untie you. Or I can stay as long as you want to make sure you get untied and get back to the hotel……if they do come back and then just leave you. But if you are uncomfortable with it at all, that's okay. I can give you a ride back to the hotel once I get done here, if you don't mind waiting a bit."

I began to pick up pieces of tissue that had been thrown on the floor to get the room cleaned somewhat. Andrew sat as though in deep thought–still with one arm outside his t-shirt. Then he smiled and looked at me. "Let's do it," he finally said. "I appreciate the offer for a ride, and I will probably take you up on that. But I have nothing to do in the meantime while I wait for you to finish. And they just might come back before you finish cleaning up! It might be fun to just see the looks on their faces!"

"Great!" I said. "You can feed the guys any story that you want. Make up a girl of your dreams or pick one of the girls from the cast to tell them about–but it might be best to just make up a girl."

Andrew laughed. He pulled his t-shirt off, then removed his jeans so he was wearing just his briefs, then reached for the make- up box on the table. As I vacuumed the floor and watched Andrew out of the corner of my eye, he dabbed lipstick on his face: lips, ears, cheeks, nose, and forehead. I turned off the vacuum. "Andrew," I said, "Pick another shade of lipstick and use it too; then you can tell the guys that there were two girls!"

Andrew laughed at that comment, but grabbed another tube and began to dab it on himself also. He was on a roll! He dabbed lipstick on his arms, his chest, his nipples, his legs, and on his bare feet. He handed me a tube of lipstick. "Can you put some on my back?" he asked. He showed me how to use six small dabs of lipstick from the tip to make the shape of lips. It was really quite interesting. I did as Andrew asked and put some on his back, but I felt like I had created a monster!

He finally surveyed himself in the mirror, turning from side to side and wearing a big smile. I admit, I was smiling too–though I was still thinking what a pompous guy he was. He looked at me. "Okay," he said, "I'm ready! Can you tie me up again?"

"Any way I want?" I asked, and Andrew nodded in agreement.

I patted the hard surface of big table. "Lay on the table, facedown," I told him. He promptly moved into that position, laying his head and body on the wood with his feet and lower legs sticking over the edge. "Hands behind your back, Andrew."

The only ropes available were the ones that were used to tie his hands and feet before I arrived. I looked around the room and took a bandanna handkerchief from a hook, then rolled it into a long strip. I used that to tie his wrists together, and since the cloth was softer than rope I pulled it a little tighter when I knotted it off (knowing it would not be as prone to cut off circulation). I moved to his ankles and used one rope to tie them together, side by side. I rubbed the soles of his feet slightly with the end of the rope as I was wrapping it around his ankles, and he gave a slight jerk. "So, I thought, "Andrew is ticklish!"

"Do you want to be gagged, Andrew?" I asked. He looked back at me with a slight smile.

"That's up to you, Jake. But why not?"

I rolled another bandanna into a ball, then stuffed it into his mouth, then picked up the blue bandanna that had been used to gag him before and pulled it up against his mouth to hold the other in place. Once I had knotted it off, he began to test his bindings. "Andrew," I said, and he looked over his shoulder at me. "It's not likely that the guys will think you tied yourself up–especially with the bandanna tying your wrists. But I am going to do one more thing just to be sure." I took the la

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