A short story I wrote recently where I'm exploring some of my strange kinks. I hope somebody will enjoy it since I had fun writing it. I will release this in two chunks, with two parts in each.
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The Peril of Living Large
Part 1
”This is preposterous!”
The lord’s son stood in front of the full-length mirror with a shocked expression on his face. His father must have gone crazy judging by the outfit he had made his own son wear. To begin with, there were the dark purple shorts: they barely covered any part of his thighs and they were rather tight-fitting as well, showing his bulge quite prominently despite him not even being excited. Along with these rather indecent trousers, the young lord was also clad in a simple long-sleeved white collared shirt with a lighter purple vest on top. The red ribbon tied around his neck didn’t exactly add to his manliness either, and the thigh high black socks left just a bit of his light skin showing between where they ended and the shorts began.
“Young master Avery,” the old butler said. “I am terribly sorry, but this was what your father wished you to wear for the day. If you would like, I could go see if I can change his mind.”
“No,” Avery sighed, hanging his head in defeat. “I won’t make you go through that, George. I’ll just go outside for a bit to cool my head down.” Avery put on his brown leather ankle boots and turned to the butler standing by the door.
“As you wish, young master.” The butler stepped aside, allowing the young Avery to exit the room. He strolled down the long, wide corridor leading towards the main entrance. The left wall was mostly occupied by large windows allowing for a view of the lush greenery behind the mansion. On his right were doors to the various rooms of the lower floor, mostly consisting of servant quarters, the kitchen and, on the far end of the corridor, the large combined library and study. The polished dark wooden floor allowed for quite a striking reflection of the rest of the room, including the matching half wall paneling made out of wood, and of course the light shining in from the various windows.
Avery wasn’t very impressed by the view, however. He wasn’t impressed by any part of the mansion, having been more or less trapped there during most of his life. His father, the latest lord of a family rich in both money and history, was overly protective to say the least, barely even having allowed his son to leave the house for his studies. Avery had somehow managed to convince him that home-schooling just didn’t work for him, although his father was still reluctant allowing his son to leave the house for several months. Furthermore, the only school the father accepted was a posh privately owned establishment which was highly renowned more for the average wealth of the students rather than any extraordinary teaching techniques. Despite the place not being vastly different from home, Avery had still treasured the days on which he could leave the mansion, hang out with friends and learn things.
He was now twenty years old and hardly a child anymore. He was the heir to his father’s business, to this huge mansion and to everything else related to the family name. Despite all this, he was still treated like some sort of dress-up doll, made to wear these ridiculous outfits at the old man’s leisure. What kind of pervert dressed their own son up like this anyway? Avery rolled his eyes and rounded a corner, finding himself in the large entrance hall, complete with two sets of staircases and, of course, a large golden chandelier hanging majestically from the ceiling one story above. Both stairs had decorative railings and in the middle of the room was a small fountain, besides which were elaborate chairs and small tables. Avery had no interest in the exquisite furniture and made his way out the main entrance and to the gravel driveway.
The road encased a small patch of grass on which stood several bushes trimmed into hedges which acted as a wall between the gravel outside and the grass inside. There was a single large oak tree standing perfectly centered on the small lawn, being several hundred years old if Avery remembered correctly. Beside the mansion was the garage and further down the road, which was shoulder to shoulder by trees on both side in the style of an avenue, he could see the stables. The household owned several horses, mostly because riding was apparently something quite synonymous with being rich, and Avery had been more or less forced to learn how to master the skill. He didn’t really mind that so much, however, since spending time with the horses was far better than sitting holed up in that dreadful place behind him.
The weather was certainly nice though. A blue sky above with only a few clouds slowly moving across, a gentle breeze which brought the sweet smell of late spring as well as different shades of green surrounding him. He smiled, almost having forgotten about his ludicrous attire, and walked down the well-maintained road through the large, open gate. On the way, he saw some of the mansion’s workers either polishing one of his father’s expensive cars or tending the stables. Whenever he would walk past them, they offered a heartfelt, if hurried, greeting, before resuming their work. He nodded his head in return, smiling just as George had taught him many years prior. Avery recognized that everyone worked hard at the mansion and that they deserved proper greetings, so he did what he could.
The young man headed down to the t intersection where the road to the mansion met the asphalt country road. The weather was warm enough to offer an interesting sight further down the path, with a mirage causing the oil-based material to appear as if melted. Other than that, the view was as he remembered: mostly consisting of thick forests. Avery himself had light brown hair reaching down to his neck where it curled up slightly. His eyes were large and bright green, which along with his slender frame and petite face certainly offered him quite an androgynous appearance. His father was by many considered handsome with a broad jaw-line, a finely chiseled nose and a charming smile. Avery himself, on the other hand, had apparently inherited most of his looks from his late mother, something which his friends had certainly ridiculed him for on some occasions. He didn’t mind it so much though, since he knew they weren’t entirely serious… probably.
Along the asphalt road, Avery could see a grey car approaching, looking just like any other nondescript working van he had seen. Just as it passed he suddenly remembered how he looked and felt his cheeks getting hotter as a result. He had actually showed himself to someone outside the mansion dressed in these clothes. He took a few steps back and then turned around to quickly walk back to where he couldn’t be seen from the road. Avery stopped, however, when he heard the same vehicle return again, feeling embarrassed enough to run away but obligated to stay and ask what they wanted. Perhaps they had just taken a wrong turn and had to go back the way they came? He could only hope so.
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Part 2
The van pulled to a stop right in front of the young man, the driver sticking out his head through the side window. He was about as ordinary as the van he was driving: middle-aged, no really defining features and looking rather average in general with brown hair with streaks of grey and white, as well as grey eyes. He looked at Avery and then nodded towards the mansion behind the lord’s son.
“You live there?” he asked curtly. Avery nodded in return, about to reply before he saw the man smiling. “Good.” The pair of back doors in the back of the van were pushed open from within and two masked men jumped out, darting over to Avery with surprising quickness. He only managed to turn around before a large, gloved hand was forced over his mouth and both his arms were pulled behind his back. He struggled as best he could, but his adversaries were too strong, as the other masked man lifted his legs up so they could carry him back to the van. He screamed, but the hand kept securely over his lips muffled him more effectively than he thought it would, and within a few seconds they had pulled him inside the back of the van and closed the doors. It started moving, driving off with the captive.
The two men who had caught the young man weren’t done with him yet, however. One of them produced a roll of silver duct tape as well as a rag of some kind. Avery’s mouth was released and the rag was pushed against his lips. He strained against the captor who still held his hands in a steady grip and shook his head, not going to accept the cloth into his mouth willingly. He squealed, however, when the man holding him from behind clamped his nostrils shut, forcing Avery into a fierce struggle for air before he would be forced to breathe with his mouth. There wasn’t really anything he could do to get his nose free, and eventually he had to part his lips to draw in air that way. The rag was forcibly pushed into his mouth and behind his teeth, and before he had a chance to spit it back out the man in front quickly ripped a long strip of tape off of the roll and smoothed it out over his captive’s lips. His nose was released and more tape followed until his lips were completely sealed up.
“Mmm, mmph!” Avery shouted into the cloth and the tape, but it proved even more effective than the hand from earlier. His tongue was forced down against the floor of his mouth which was otherwise completely packed with the now-damp rag. He tried shaking his head but there was no way the tape would come off that easily. Besides, he had other, even more pressing troubles. He found his legs being pulled together and his ankles quickly bound to each other with more tape. The man in front of him wrapped lap after lap of the sticky stuff around Avery’s slender legs until there was no way of ever breaking out of it by force. His short boots were then removed from his feet, revealing the socks-clad toes, soles and heels. He whimpered helplessly in his gag as his imagination ran wild conjuring different scenarios wherein he would be forced into sick games to his captors’ amusement.
He snapped out of it soon enough, however, as the man gently slid both his hands up the lord’s son’s smooth legs covered in soft socks. Avery shivered from the sensation of hands against his legs, but as his lower thighs were reached, the caressing motion stopped. Instead, more tape was added above his knees to bind his legs further, with just as much material being used now as when his ankles were in focus. Once this was done with, the masked captor in front of him handed the roll of tape over to the man behind Avery’s back instead. He already knew what was coming next but there was no use in resisting, simply whimpering instead and awaiting the next step in the creation of his bondage.
As he had thought, his hands - or rather his wrists - were next, tape being wound quite heavily around them after the kidnapper behind his back had crossed them. The young man could do nothing to resist as he had been brought up to a life of comfort with no need for any physical prowess. Add to that his father’s love for dolling him up in rather feminine-looking outfits and his lifestyle had sort of rubbed off on him, making him less strong and masculine than perhaps most boys in his age. This, of course, also meant he was an easy prey as was evident at the moment, as his arms were pinned to his sides and taped to his narrow chest.
“Mmmhh!” he exclaimed, shaking his head and squirming helplessly in the tight bindings. As he shuffled around, he brushed up against the masked man behind him, who proceeded to quite eagerly feel his chest up. His muffled protests fell on deaf ears and the other kidnapper joined in on the ‘fun’, groping the boy’s supple thighs both through the black socks and directly against his soft, blemish-free skin. At first he had thought of them simply as regular kidnappers after his father’s riches or something like that, but with how they were playing around with his tightly bound body made them seem more and more like perverts.
Avery managed to launch a weak kick against the man in front of him, landing on his upper thigh but without producing any result the boy would have been satisfied with. The mask covering the man’s face revealed his eyes and mouth, and a grin spread across his lips after having received the kick. Avery yelped as his legs were yanked up with his feet being placed on the man’s lap. He curled his toes up nervously as gentle fingers caressed his soles, causing him to bite down on the cloth in his mouth. The lord’s son felt his arms being seized rather tightly by the man behind him, which was the only warning he got before it began.
“HMMMmmhmhmhmh!” Avery threw his head back and started struggling violently against the tape as laughter shook his body. Both of his soles were under full assault from the masked man he had futilely attacked moments before and with one hand holding his legs in place there wasn’t much for him to do but endure it. And he really wasn’t very good at enduring it. Avery had always been very ticklish and it was quite widely known among his friends that his feet were his weakest point by far. He thrashed around but two strong men and many meters of tape holding him down was much too much for the feminine young lord to break free of. Thankfully, the tickling stopped after around a minute, although at this point Avery was breathing hard through his nose and visibly tired out from the ordeal.
For the rest of the ride, he was mostly left alone by the captors, having a thigh squeezed or his chest fondled every so often to keep him on his toes. With there being no windows anywhere in the back of the van he had no idea where they were heading either, which made it all the more unnerving an experience. Eventually, he could feel the vehicle pull over and stop, and the two men changed to squatting positions where they could more easily move around inside the back compartment. He was pulled by his legs towards the rear doors, his own behind dragging uncomfortably against the metal flooring, something which he was sure to voice with a whimpering complain. Before he knew it, his world turned dark however, a black scarf being tied tightly over his eyes. Shortly afterwards the doors opened and he was lifted out of the vehicle, carried the same way as when they had forced him inside it to begin with. Where were they taking him?