A helpful neighbour

Postby squirrel » Sun Dec 08, 2013 8:48 am

My name is John and I am a sixteen year old guy. I live with my father, aged thirty six, in a small village; my mother died in a car accident when I was five. I am nearly 185cm tall, have short blond hair, blue eyes and I work out often so I am quite well built as well. My father is even taller than me, short dark hair, pale blue eyes and in a good shape too.

Me and my dad got along quite well, he was actually more of a friend than a father. Nevertheless I have never dared to tell him my deepest secret: that I liked bondage. I have fantasized about being kidnapped, bound, gagged and kept like that for a long time. The sex of the kidnapper was actually not important.

From time to time I got really desperate about it and sometimes was very close to ask my father to tie me up, but I could never find enough courage to do it. I was scared he would think I am a weirdo or something…

Anyway, my dad works for a big company, and now and then he has to go on business trips. They never last long, but when he was away I used to stay at Mr. Thomson, our neighbor. He was a little younger than my father and worked as a construction worker. He lived alone in a small house, and as far as I could tell he was never married and had no children. He was a tall, muscular man with I like him a lot and have always enjoyed staying at his small house.

One Monday in August my father returned from work a little early and told me that he had been sent for a business trip that would last a little longer than usual. Probably for several days. He didn’t want me to be alone, so he suggested that I stayed at Mr. Thomson for the time. Now, I was already sixteen and thought that I was too old to bother our neighbor to take care of me, but eventually I gave up.

My dad was to leave on Friday, so before that day he had talked to Mr. Thomson and asked him if it was ok if I stayed with him for several days. Naturally he agreed and said he could take some days off at work. On Friday morning my dad ordered a taxi to take him to the airport and told me to behave and not to cause any trouble to Mr. Thomson. We shook hands and he left. I grabbed some of my stuff and headed to my “babysitter”.

“Come on in, mate.” I heard him when I knocked at his front door. I opened and came in.

“It’s been a while since I was last babysitting you.” He said with a grin on his face.

“Yeah, it was. I hope it’s not a problem. I didn’t want to bother you with all this, but you know how stubborn can my dad be..” I replied.

“No problem at all, mate. Grab your stuff and let’s go to your room.”

Suddenly I strange thought came to my mind. Maybe I should ask HIM to tie me up? First of all, I trusted him and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. But what if he refuses, and, what would be much worse, decides to tell my father about it? I was thinking rapidly, when suddenly words came out of my mouth.

“Mr. Thomson…?” I began but when I realized what I was going to say I stopped. He looked at me, puzzled.

“Go on, mate. Ask whatever you want.” He said in encouraging tone. I sighed and finally asked:

“Could you tie me up?”

I stood there both scared and full of hope. Mr. Thomson didn’t say a word for a while, but finally he replied:

“Why do you want to be tied up?” There was not a sign of anger in his voice. I calmed a bit.

“I just want to see how it feels to be all trussed up and helpless. I wanted to ask my dad to do it, but I was scared what he would think. If you don’t want to do it, then don’t; just don’t tell my father about it.” It was all I managed to say.

“I didn’t say anything yet. I just think it’s strange for a teenage guy to want to be tied up. You sure you wanna try?” He asked and I could swear I noticed a faint smile on his face.

“I surely do.”

“Then ok. If you want it, I’ll tie you up. But once you get tied it’s up to me when to release you.”

“That’s exactly what I want.” I said happily.

“Very well. After dinner I’ll go to a store to buy some supplies. Rope, tape and stuff.”

I was so happy, I could barely believe it! I was about to be bound by my neighbor and left to struggle for God knows how long! My dreams would finally come true…

After we had finished dinner Mr. Thomson went to do the shopping and I did the washing up. He came back after nearly an hour, with the trunk of his car filled with rope and several rolls of heavy duty duct tape.

“Ready?” He asked. I nodded with excitement. I had already prepared and now I was wearing light blue jeans with wide, black belt, a grey T-shirt and cleats. He was wearing nearly the same stuff that I was, only instead of cleats he had his construction boots on.

“Ok, then bring the chair from the kitchen and sit on it.” He commanded.

When I did as I was told he went behind me. When I felt him force my hands behind the back of the chair I immediately got a hard-on. Mr. Thomson crossed my wrists and bound them securely and tightly with a piece of rope. Then he tied them to the chair, so I couldn’t move my hands. Then came the upper arms, which he tied to the chair as well. I was in heaven and so turned on. When my arms were useless to me, Mr. Thomson took two long coils of rope and tied my torso to the chair with one, and my stomach with the other.

“How does it feel, mate?” He asked. “Seems you like it.” He added when he saw a big bulge in my pants. I was ashamed at this point, but he just laughed and patted me gently on the cheek.

Once my arms and torso were securely bound to the chair Mr. Thomson started to tie my legs. First he took a length of rope, put the middle of it to my left ankle and wound it around my leg two times and made a knot. Then he moved my leg next to the chair, took the rope and circled the leg of the chair two times and with the remaining piece he tied my ankle to it. He did the same thing just below my knee, making all the horizontal moves of my leg completely impossible. Next he proceeded to my right leg, and after a short while I could barely move. But Mr. Thomson was a perfectionist, and spotted a flow in his work. He took another two pieces of rope, pressed it perpendicularly to my thighs and tied them separately to the seat of the chair, further immobilizing me. Now I couldn’t even move my legs vertically either.

“Now the gag.” He said and went behind me.

He told me to open my mouth, which I did willingly. He pushed some material into my mouth taking his time to do it properly. It tasted awful, but it didn’t matter. When the whole wad was behind my teeth my he made me close my mouth and took the duct tape. He unwound some, tore a long piece with his teeth and pressed it against my lips. Then he told me to wait a second and went to another room. After a while he was back, holding a baseball cap in his hand. He put it on my head, grabbed the tape and unwound some. He plastered it below my chin, and circled it from my chin to the top of my head slowly and firmly seven times, so I couldn’t move my jaw at all. Next, he unwound another piece of tape, plastered on my already taped mouth and circled it behind my head five times, making sure that my gag stays where it was supposed to stay.

“Try to say something.” He ordered when he finished his job. I did my best to make any sound, but everything that came out were barely audible grunts. The gag was flawless.

“There you go, buddy. Enjoy.” Mr. Thomson said with a grin. I was in heaven….

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby mikeybound » Sun Dec 08, 2013 9:59 am

Nice to have you back Squirrel! I was really hoping his dad or neighbor would discover his secret and legit kidnap him by surprise. Could you describe the neighbor more? Maybe post pics of what they're supposed to look like?

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby xtc » Sun Dec 08, 2013 11:45 am

Good to read your work again.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Dec 15, 2013 8:56 pm

Squirrel! This was wonderful!
It's so good to have you back. I can only hope you are here stay! :odd:

Looking forward to your next post(s)!
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Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby LauraHogtieTickled » Mon Dec 16, 2013 2:13 pm

Great to have you back :) Great start

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby squirrel » Thu Dec 19, 2013 6:45 am

Now that I was securely bound, gagged and totally helpless, Mr. Thomson checked all the knots to make sure they were tight and out of my reach. Satisfied with his job, he left the room I was bound in, leaving me all alone. Now I could finally struggle and see how well I was bound. After only a few minutes it was clear that without help it would be impossible for me to escape. The way I was tied the only part of my body I could move was my head and fingers. An expert tying.

After some time Mr. Thomson came back to the room and, without even looking at me, he sat behind his desk and started writing something on his computer. I tried to attract his attention, but he had gagged me perfectly and all that came out were very muffled grunts and squeaks. I thought they were loud enough so that he could hear them, but even if I was right, Mr. Thomson ignored me and carried on with his stuff. So I gave up and decided to wait what would happen.

“OK, all settled.” I heard my neighbor speak after an hour.

He got up, moved his chair in front of me and sat. Ha had a faint smile on his face; he kept looking at me for some time, then finally asked:

“Are you gay, John?”

To be honest I was expecting that question; it’s not too common for a teenage guy to ask another guy to tie him up. But I was straight; I had a girlfriend and I liked her a lot. Yet, I have never had the courage to tell her about the bondage thing. I looked at Mr. Thomson and shook my head no.

“Then I presume you were too scared to ask her to bind you. Nothing that I can’t understand, actually. You think it would freak her out, don’t you?” I nodded and he continued:

“Got it. Now, you may not be gay, but it’s pretty obvious that you’re aroused as hell. The bulge in your pants is clearly visible even through the jeans.”

I flushed and he smiled; he was totally right. I was hard as a rock and I wanted to be jerked off… badly. I think Mr. Thomson was well aware of this, but he didn’t say a thing. Instead, he went to a chest of drawers, took out a cigar, and returned to his chair. He lit it, took a deep drag and blew the smoke out.

“Now, you see, unfortunately we’ve got some slight complications here. Every now and then my buddies from work come to my place to drink some beers, watch a match on TV, or have a game of poker. And, what a coincidence, they want to come today. You understand, that I couldn’t refuse; they will arrive shortly, so it means I have to hide you in the cellar. We don’t want anyone to see you like this, do we buddy?” He said and smiled.

I didn’t like the idea of being tied up in my neighbor’s basement, especially if he and his pals were to drink for God knows how long. Besides I was getting hungry and tried to tell him about it, but the tight gag made all my pleas faint grunts. I was sort of my own prisoner now…

“Let’s get you ready, buddy.” Mr. Thomson said with the cigar between his teeth, a roll of duct tape in one hand and coils of rope in the other. Now this wasn’t something I had expected…

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby xtc » Thu Dec 19, 2013 7:28 am

Well written as ever. Thanks for the update.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby Jack Roper » Thu Dec 19, 2013 3:43 pm

Great story; can't wait for the next chapter!

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby mikeybound » Thu Dec 19, 2013 3:50 pm

It's writers like you that make this site worth visiting!
On a side note, guys tying each other up isn't that uncommon. Just ask Youtube!

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby ropedin » Thu Dec 19, 2013 7:05 pm

Excellent writing, I love the turn the story is taking!

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby kidnapplz » Thu Dec 19, 2013 7:54 pm

Love it. Please keep going. Could turn into a really kidnap. ????

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby hujikelmop » Fri Dec 20, 2013 2:01 am

Excellent addition!

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby ebascoray » Fri Dec 20, 2013 3:32 pm

A good storyline in this story, squirrel. Continue, and continue the story in the way that YOU want to continue it.

Ebascoray

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby squirrel » Tue Dec 24, 2013 1:15 am

Mr. Thomson put the rope and the duct tape on my thighs and went behind my back. I felt him undo some of the knots, and soon my hands and torso were free. Except for my wrist, of course; they remained bound really well and, as far as I could tell, were supposed to stay like that for a long time. Next my neighbor untied my legs and told me to stand up, which I did willingly, taking an opportunity to stretch my legs a little bit. I looked at Mr. Thomson and gave some muffled grunts; I hoped he would take my gag off, too.

“Not a chance, buddy. The gag stays on.” He said with a grin on his face. I grunted in disapproval.

“Hey, it was you who wanted to be tied up and gagged, so stop complaining.” He said in a rough voice, and added: “Besides, you’re doing a great job cleaning my jockstrap at the moment. And you know what? I have a lot more laundry to do, so I guess you’ll have to be gagged until your father returns.”

Now I was pissed off and started to struggle and shout through the gag. It was true that this whole stuff was my idea, but it didn’t mean that he could use me as some kind of a living washing machine. I thrashed furiously, looking angrily at Mr. Thomson, cursing him and demanding to be untied. But it just made him laugh at me; he was smoking his cigar calmly, waiting for me to settle don a bit.

“You done?” He asked and took a deep drag. I was panting heavily, but remained quiet.

“Good, then move.” He said, put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me.

When we reached the door he opened it and told me to get inside. I did as I was ordered and after a few steps we were in his basement. It was a really messy place filled with various building tools and stuff. I have never been there before so I kept looking around, while Mr. Thomson went upstairs to gather the rope and duct tape.

“You like this place, buddy? I hope you do, ‘cos you’re gonna stay here for a while. Now, I don’t know how long the poker game will last, but after we’re done up there, I’ll come here to feed you and have some fun with you. If you behave, that is.” He said and laughed.

“Now, enough of this. Turn around.” He added and put his cigar between his teeth.

I did as I was told and soon I felt Mr. Thomson forcing my elbows together and tying them together tightly. Next he bound my arms to my torso; he took a long coil of rope, tied one end to my left arm, wound the rope several times around my chest, then tied the loose end my the right arm. My arms were totally useless again.

“On the ground.” He said and helped me to lay down.

He used three coils of rope to bound my legs together at the angles, just below the knees, and the thighs. When he was done, he bent my legs, and used another piece of rope to connect my thighs to my ankles. Next, he tied my wrists to my ankles, effectively hogtying me, and making sure that there would be no chance for me to reach any knot with my fingers. Then he rolled my on my side.

“Nice and tight, just the way you like it, buddy." Mr. Thomson said with his cigar clenched between his teeth.

Then I heard his doorbell ring...

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby kidnapplz » Tue Dec 24, 2013 6:29 pm

Love it. Well done. Look forward to reading more.

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby jak2002003 » Thu Dec 26, 2013 8:33 am

wow. please continue with this story........it would be good if one of his friends found you down there and you thought they would help you, but he has fun with you and then leaves you lol.

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby squirrel » Wed Jan 01, 2014 9:17 am

I was laying on my side in Mr. Thomson’s basement, tightly hogtied. My hands were bound behind my back at wrists and elbows, my knees were roped in three places, and the wrists were connected with a short coil of rope with my ankles. A gag, made of Mr. Thomson’s jockstrap and many layers of wide duct tape, prevented me from making too much noise.
While I was laying all trussed up like an animal my captor knelt beside me. I had a chance to watch his masculine silhouette, his muscle arms, his jeans, shirt, boots and belt; everything looked perfectly on him. The smell of his cigar, mixed with his own gentle scent made me feel a little dizzy. I wanted the moment to last for as long as possible… Unfortunately the doorbell made it impossible.

“Now excuse me, but I have guests to attend to.” Mr. Thomson said, took a deep drag on his cigar, blew the smoke out right into my face, stood up and left.

I looked at him walking to the door, shutting it and then I heard the door being locked from the other side. I was on my own now, completely tied up and gagged. The minute Mr. Thomson had left I tried to struggle and seize any knot. I wiggled as much as my bonds allowed, but nothing came loose, and the only effect of my squirming was a pool of sweat I was now laying in. I thought I might try my luck with the gag, do I scratched my head against the floor to create a little slack between the tape and my skin; again, all my efforts were futile. So now the only thing I could do was to wait, and I didn’t have to wait too long.

After a few more doorbells and what seemed like half an hour I heard the door to my prison being unlocked and a few guys went into the basement; the last one was that came into was Mr. Thomson. Each of his pals, five of them, roared with laughter when they saw me; two of them even took out their cell phones and took a picture of me. I tried to break through the bonds and shout through my gag, but all that came out was barely audible grunts; Mr. Thomson has made a nice and flawless gag.

“Holy shit, dude, you really did it!” One of them said. He was dressed in dark blue jeans, with a wide black belt, a black leather jacket and a casual shoes.

“His father is out of town and he asked me to take care of his son. So I did; I tell you guys, it’s a perfect way to keep him out of trouble.” Mr. Thomson answered with a huge grin on his face. It was obvious that he had much fun at the moment.

All of the guys came closer to me to examine my bonds. They rolled me from side to side, checked if I could reach the knots and if my circulatory was fine. One of them tried to tickle my ribs to find out how effective my gag was. I was extremely ticklish, so the second his fingers touched my ribs I started to trash wildly and scream, but the jockstrap in my mouth muffled it greatly.

“Fuck, man, you really don’t want him to get out.” Said one the guys after he had checked his buddies handwork.

“If you do something, do it right.” Mr. Thomson answered, put his cigar between his teeth and added: “You guys go upstairs and prepare our game. We’ll join you in a minute.”

When all of the guys disappeared behind the basement door, Mr. Thomson knelt beside me, rolled me on my side, grabbed my jaw and, looking directly at me, said:

“You’re probably wondering what’s going on. Well, I decided it would be a nice change in our poker game if, for once, we played for an award. And you know what? You’re gonna be the award. The guy who wins the game simply gets you for 24 hours. Any questions?”

I looked at him in disbelief. I was panting heavily and tried to say something, but the gag prevented me from saying anything understable. I stared at him while he was calmly puffing on his cigar.

“Now, I know that it’s not what you asked for, so if you want, you can simply refuse and go home.” He added with a smile on his face. I remained silent and didn’t move a muscle.

“I knew you’d agree. Besides, you didn’t tell me that you don’t want to be seen by other people.” Mr. Thomson added and started to undo the hogtie…

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby kidnapplz » Wed Jan 01, 2014 9:25 am

Oh I am hooked. I love it.. Get work. U have put some much into it and I thank u. Can't wait for the next chapter when ever that will b. Well done and thank u again

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby bondagefreak » Thu Jan 02, 2014 8:02 am

Squirrel, this is simply great!
I can't wait to see who will win John for 24 hours :odd:
This guarantees to be fun!
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Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby Mike111 » Fri Jan 03, 2014 3:28 am

This is an amazing story, Squirrel! I really enjoyed how you have laid out about all those bondage or tie up elements -- everything is very detailed and wonderfully written!

It would be really awesome if you could be a little more specific with the type of clothing that John was wearing, like, you know, if it's one of those tight Under Armour athletic shorts, or, a low cut pair of socks. I think that would certainly add a new dimension of realism to this story. And perhaps you could also go on and talk about what was actually being stuffed into John's mouth for the gag. :D

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby TUGfan-M001 » Fri Jan 03, 2014 9:56 pm

This is turning out to be an exciting story! Also, good dialogue and bondage descriptions. Can't wait for more!

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby hafnermg » Fri Jan 03, 2014 10:02 pm

I have to agree this is a definitely fun and exciting story. Can't wait for the next part.

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby squirrel » Sat Jan 04, 2014 12:59 pm

Thank you for all your opinions and comments guys :) Here is the next chapter; I hope it'll be to your liking :)

I was laying in Mr. Thomson’s basement waiting for my neighbor to undo my hogtie. I could hardly believe what was going on; he and his poker buddies decided I would be an award in their game. The winner would simply own me for 24 hours, like I was a slave or something. The more I was thinking about this whole situation, the less I liked it and the more frustrated I became. I couldn’t allow them to put their sick plan into effect, so the moment Mr. Thomson released me from my hogtie, I started to thrash like wild animal and shout through the gag. I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want to be tied any more, tried to ask him to untie, but it all came out as completely unintelligible grunts.

“Stop squirming, kiddo. It’s not gonna work.” He said calmly with his cigar between his teeth.

But I didn’t; the line has been crossed and I was now in rage. Nothing Mr. Thomson would say or do could make me calm down; I was rolling from side to side, wiggling my fingers in a futile attempt to reach any knot, kicking the air with my bound legs and making as much noise as my thick gag would allow.

“Fuck, if you don’ stop, I’ll make it far worse for you.” I heard Mr. Thomson say, but I didn’t pay any attention to him at the moment; I was entirely focused on my attempts to break the bonds free.

“Fucking moron, if you want it the hard way, then so be it.” He said angrily and shouted: “Jeff, Frank! Help me with this little brat here, would you?”

They appeared almost immediately; Jeff was about 190cm tall, well built, short blond hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a casual T-shirt and black jeans with a wide brown belt. He had taken his shoes off, so now he was only in his black ankle socks. And Frank occurred to be the guy in the leather jack; now he also was smoking a cigar.

“It seems he’s changed his mind and doesn’t want to be tied up anymore.” Frank said.

“Doesn’t matter what he wants. When I win this asshole, he’ll regret..” He said in a stern voice.

“You wish…” Mr. Thomson answered and added: “Let’s get this fucker upstairs and strap him to some chair.”

The three of them grabbed me and stood me up; Jeff was holding me by my arms firmly, while Mr. Thomson was untying my legs. I was still shouting into my gag, so Frank came close to me, slapped me painfully in my face and said:

“If you don’t shut your fucking mouth, I’ll make you pay….” He said in an ice cold voice. I gulped and calmed down a bit.

“Good, now move your ass.” He added when my legs were finally free.

I climbed up the stairs and after a few moments I was in Mr. Thomson’s living room again. The other guys had already prepared everything for the game; the card table was ready for them to begin and on a small table by the wall there were bottles of whisky, vodka and other alcohols. In fact, two of the guys already had glasses with some sort of drinks in their hands.

“Now, be a good boy and sit. Or else…” I heard Frank say and I did as I was told. I understood that I couldn’t stand a chance against six adult guys, so I decided that the best thing to do was to wait for an opportunity to escape.

“Frank, Ron, tie his legs to the legs of the chair and I’ll take care of his hands.” Mr. Thomson said.

I was watching as the guys were binding me; Ron seemed to be a nice guy; he was about 180cm tall, had a one-day growth, green eyes and dark black short hair. He was wearing a brown sweatshirt and sweatpants.

When my legs were finally secured to the legs of the chair I felt Mr. Thomson undo the bonds on my hands. I didn’t have much time to enjoy ma part-freedom, because Frank and Ron grabbed my arms immediately and put them on the armrests of the chair. Then they started to fasten them to the armrest with two coils of rope; they went from the wrists up to the elbows. When they cinched the knots, my arms were totally useless for me.

“Man, what the hell did you gag him with?” Asked Ron when he taking care of my left arm and looked at my taped face more closely.

“Just my jockstrap. I’d been wearing it for some time, and even shot my load in them once or twice, so I guess they need some extra cleaning.” Mr. Thomson answered. I cast him an angry look; the taste in my mouth became suddenly even more bitter than before.

“George, give me a long coil of rope and a duct tape. I wanna make sure this fucking brat won’t cause us any trouble.” Frank said when he was done with my right arm.

Mr. Thomson did as he was asked; Frank took his cigar between his teeth and went behind me. I saw him wound the rope around my torso and the back of the chair, tightening it after each wrap, pinning me to the chair surprisingly well. He then took the duct tape, unwound some, and started to tape my fingers together and then to the armrest. Now I was truly helpless, but Frank wasn’t done yet. He went behind me again and wrapped more duct tape over my already gagged face, smoothing it after each wrap.

“Just saw the adhesive loosen a bit. This little fucker just got what he asked for.” He said when he was finally satisfied with my binding, took a deep drag on his cigar and blew the smoke right into my face. I remained silent; he just smirked, slapped me and walked away to his seat.

“Let’s move him to the table, so he can see who his new Master will be.” Suggested one of the guys whom I didn’t yet know by name.

They agreed and soon the seven of us were sitting beside the table. The game was about to begin…

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby TUGfan-M001 » Sat Jan 04, 2014 6:58 pm

By jolly and by jove this has been a great read indeed. can't wait for more!

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby bondagefreak » Sat Jan 04, 2014 7:23 pm

Loved this chapter!
I can't wait to see how this turns out and who poor John will end up belonging to.
I don't know, but just by the description you gave, I have a weak spot for Jeff :quirk:

I am also loving the way Mr.Thomson talks about the jockstrap he stuffed in John's mouth...so arousing!
Loving this :odd:
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Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby hafnermg » Sat Jan 04, 2014 9:46 pm

gets better and better. John apparently didn't read enough stories online cause if he did he would have run into a common quote: "Once you are tied up you are a product to be dealt with".

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby Mike111 » Sun Jan 05, 2014 12:33 am

Great update! From the beginning to the end, it's definitely been a pretty thrilling ride for the reader (or, at least for me lol). But, don't you think you've made the "neighbor" overreacted a bit too early in the story? I mean, there were quite a lot of "f*** here," "you f******* xyz,"...etc. If those adults have already reacted in that manner, then how are they gonna react when John isn't cooperating anymore and wanted to escape lol. :D

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby kidnapplz » Sun Jan 05, 2014 6:05 pm

Oh man. Really love this chapter. Well done. Thank you for your effort and great work, Looking forward to more.

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby hujikelmop » Mon Jan 06, 2014 7:58 am

Brilliant can't wait to read more! :D

Re: A helpful neighbour

Postby bondagefreak » Thu Jan 09, 2014 10:10 pm

Come on my friend! The wait is unbearable!
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