## Liam's Abduction

Post by jb99 » Fri Jun 18, 2010 5:26 am

I posted this yeterday under the unimaginative title of 'How would you tie me up?' Jason Toddman pointed out in a very nice way that this title has been used a number of times and he, and probably a lot of you, would normally just ignore threads with this title. Apologies to those of you that have already read it and posted comments, for which I am grateful, but it's the same story. Feedback is always appreciated, especially requests for more!
Update 21 June
I've had some good feedback and have decided to continue the story. Parts will be tacked onto the end in the ususal way.
I hope you enjoy!
Original Post
Saw this as the subject of a post in TUGs talk, posted by LikesItTight with a photo (it's still there). I posted the first bit of this story in response. He liked it, I suggested that I turn it into a story and he agreed. I PM'md him the extended first part which he liked, and I hope you do too. Feedback is always appreciated, and if you want to see more please say so.
Part 1
You're walking back from school. You're on your usual route which takes you through a small business estate.
You're listening to your I-Pod.
You stop. You look around. Something seems different today.
You're not sure what it is but don't pick up that there's no-one else around.
You start walking again.
Suddenly a hand clamps itself around your mouth, hand gagging you.
At the same time your arms are pinned to your sides by another arm which wraps itself around your body.
The music makes you disorientated, and then abruptly stops. Your earphones are pulled out and stuffed in your shirt pocket with your I-Pod.
Before you can react you're dragged backwards through a doorway. The door slams shut, natural light has gone, almost abstractly you notice strips of tape hanging off a nearby girder.
This shocks you and you start to struggle, but it's already too late.
You feel cold steel against your wrists as they are cuffed together behind your back. In what appears to be slow motion the hand gag is taken off, the hand pulls a strip of tape of the beam and plasters it across your face, sealing your lips together in one effortless movement. Another strip follows, and the hand rubs roughly backwards and forwards across your mouth ensuring a tight seal.
You're now kicking and struggling like crazy.
"Don't do that, you'll only make it worse". The first words from your captor.
He drags you further into the room, spins you around and kicks away your legs.
Face down, you land on something soft. You flinch, before you realise that itâ€™s not the concrete floor that you were expecting to land. Small details, but it looks like you're on a gym mat from school. In your peripheral vision you see white rope. Your captor quickly lashes your elbows tightly together behind your back, pulling them almost together. he removes the cuffs only to bind your wrists together.
You kick out with your legs.
Grabbing each ankle in turn, your captor lashes it to the tops of your thighs and in a fluid movement pulls you up and around so you're body is now in an upright position, in almost a kneeling hogtie with your arms securely tied behind you forcing your shoulders back.
"I need to apply something more permanent to keep you quiet" The voice makes you concentrate. Your captor is holding what appears to be a large ball with a number of leather straps in his hand. You grunt, shake your head and try to struggle. You're not absolutely sure what it is but have a pretty good idea that it's not for your enjoyment.
He holds out his other hand. It's holding what is unmistakably a plastic bag.
"You have a choice, you either open wide and take this" he held up what you now know is a ball gag and head harness, "Or I apply this until you do" he waves the plastic bag in your face.
You hesitate. You've never had to make a decision so quickly in your life. Not that there's any choice, but your thought processes arenâ€™t quick enough.
Yet.
You nod, the tape is ripped from your face and almost before you can open your mouth the ball is stuffed in and the straps fastened around the back of your neck and over your head.
Your mouth is forced open by the ball and you realise that there is a small hole in the middle. You try and push it out with your tongue, but it doesnâ€™t move.
Taking the tape, your captor wraps it around your fingers, binding them together. He pulls more tape from the beam and continues to bind your hands together. He stops. You canâ€™t see, but your hands and fingers are completely covered with tape.
He steps away and looks at you kneeling at his feet, legs in a frog tie and arms bound securely behind your back, lips wrapped around a large red ball stuffed and strapped into your mouth.
He seems to tower over you, you feel totally helpless.
He steps in again and, surprisingly, carefully undoes the next two buttons on your pristine white shirt. He reaches inside and rolls your nipples between thumb and forefinger applying pressure to each until you grunt. That's all the gag will allow. He clips a clothes peg around each nipple and chuckles when you grunt. He knows that the pain is nothing to what you'll experience when they are taken off.
"Told you not to struggle".
His next move surprises you, He takes a comb from his back pocket and proceeds to comb your hair, arranging it around the head harness so that it falls over your right eye. Itâ€™s almost as if he realises how important this is to you. You shake your head, almost defiantly to get a better view.
He smiles
He pulls the I-Pod from your pocket leaving the earphones and starts to walk away. Stopping by the door he reaches over and plugs the I-Pod into a player and you hear music.
Clarity.
You realise that the music means no-one outside will hear what little noise or muffled screams the gag might allow you to make.
He opens the door and turns and looks you in the eye.
"This door will only open from the inside. I'll be back in 3 hours, if you're still here then I'll have my clippers with me so expect a pretty severe haircut, a number one at least"
He turns away.
The door slams.
You go cold as his last words sink home. Anything but the hair. You start to panic and struggle. You canâ€™t free your hands from the tape.
You fall over onto your side. Youâ€™re already hot and perspiring. You hate sweat. Your once pristine white shirt is not now and has come untucked from your waist. You hate looking scruffy. Your futile struggles continue.
You know what a hogtie is. Youâ€™ve seen pictures of hog ties. Youâ€™ve dreamt of being hogtied. You feel cheated. You ought to be in a proper hogtie but youâ€™re not. Youâ€™re in the proper position for a hogtie but youâ€™re not hogtied. Youâ€™re in a virtual hogtie but itâ€™s not real. The only bit thatâ€™s missing is the rope linking your wrists and ankles, but itâ€™s not there and you feel even more cheated. It would make no difference to the way youâ€™re laying, or your ability to free yourself but itâ€™s not right. Your first time in proper bondage and you donâ€™t even get to be properly hogtied.
You stop.
This is stupid, you think. I ought to be trying to free myself, not worrying about hogties.
You concentrate on your hands. He left you with your shoes on, so youâ€™re able to get some leverage against the soles to try and peel off the tape.
Success at first, but then it gets harder. You donâ€™t realise it, but as the tape is rolled down your hands it binds together, keeping your hands and fingers secured but making it more difficult.
You continue trying to work the tape off in blissful ignorance that youâ€™re actually making things more difficult.
Youâ€™ve no idea of the time, your shoulders, arms and legs are starting to hurt. Not that youâ€™d care at this stage. Youâ€™ve managed to roll off the mat and onto the hard concrete floor. This hurts. You stop work on your hands and try to regain the mat.
Your jaw is aching from the gag. Youâ€™re grunting now with the effort of every movement. The music continues in the background but you donâ€™t hear it. Youâ€™re drooling now and very thirsty. You donâ€™t realise it but your hair is a complete mess, streaked with sweat and your shirt is filthy from the dust on the concrete floor. Youâ€™re normally so careful with your appearance but itâ€™s lost all importance.
Something has changed
You stop, trying to identify what it is.
No music.
You start to scream and yell into the gag hoping that someone will hear. You manage to roll over to face the door.
Someone has heard. Thereâ€™s someone inside the door that is firmly closed. He starts the music and steps forward.
Your captor has returned. He holds up something in his hand. You recognise hair clippers.
Has it been 3 hours already?
He moves forward, smiling. You freeze in fear. Heâ€™s got something in his other hand, held down by his side. You wonder whatâ€™s in it.
He speaks.
You lie rigid on the floor at his feet.
â€˜I think youâ€™ve had enough for the first time mate. Looks like I was right to bring you a change of clothesâ€™ he raises the bag.
He reaches into it and pulls out a camera.
â€˜First some pictures, no-one will believe the state youâ€™re inâ€™ he laughs
You wilt into a heap, grateful that itâ€™s almost over, but wishing it wasnâ€™t. Youâ€™re oblivious to the camera, savouring the last moments of bondage, of the hated gag. The first time is nearly over, will there be others?
Who knowsâ€¦â€¦â€¦..
Last edited by jb99 on Mon Jun 21, 2010 10:20 am, edited 1 time in total.

### Re: Liam's Abduction

Post by xtc » Fri Jun 18, 2010 11:19 am

Change of title - right decision!
Excellent pace.
xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: Liam's Abduction

Post by Jason Toddman » Fri Jun 18, 2010 11:50 am

Finally, someone says I pointed out soimething In a very nice way! I appreciate your appreciation.
"Feedback is always appreciated, and if you want to see more please say so."
Right then, I'm saying so! Definitely!!!
PS When you update you may want to edit that line about it being the same story to say it is the updated story - so peoples' eyes won't glaze over again!
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Liam's Abduction

Post by capturedsuperhero » Sat Jun 19, 2010 7:27 am

WoW!
Very good story, excelent writing style, this is very intense.
Are we going to find out why he has been kidnapped? Or is it left to out imagination?
Arrogant Superhero here, Looking for a Nasty Villain!!!!

### Re: Liam's Abduction

Post by Jack Roper » Sat Jun 19, 2010 11:13 am

Great story! Leaves you wanting more, so please continue.

### Re: Liam's Abduction Part 2

Post by jb99 » Mon Jun 21, 2010 10:22 am

Part 2
The Characters
You: Liam, aged 17.
Your Captor: Dan, 19.
3 Weeks Earlier.
Youâ€™re at scout camp, you donâ€™t want to be there. Scout camp plays havoc with your hair. You canâ€™t wear your designer gear. Your parents have gone away for the weekend, so no choice.
You go to scouts because you have to, but in 2 months time youâ€™ll have to leave. Youâ€™ll be 18.
Youâ€™ve been sent to fetch wood. Itâ€™s a large camp, there are a lot of other scouts there.
Youâ€™re picking up wood in a clearing, you hear voices. You run for cover, you donâ€™t want to be seen.
You see two people enter the clearing. There is a tree stump in the middle of it. One has the other by the shoulder and is almost pushing him. They head towards the stump. You recognise the one doing the pushing, His name is Dan, heâ€™s a little older than you.
Your parents are friends but youâ€™re not. Heâ€™s in a different scout troop. You didnâ€™t know he was here. He shouldnâ€™t be here, heâ€™s too old.
You hug the ground.
Small details. You check the ground around you for dry twigs. Too many cowboy films.
The two arrive at the stump. Dan takes a back pack off and turns it upside down emptying it on the ground.
â€˜Ready?â€™ he asks.
The other boy nods and stands with his back against the stump.
Dan picks up what you can now see is rope. You notice that the other boy is wearing the strip of the local football team even down to the socks He puts his hands behind the stump and Dan ties them together.
Dan then ties the boyâ€™s knees and ankles together and lashes them to the stump. He then ties another rope to the boyâ€™s wrists and attaches it to a root on the other side of the stump.
The other boy does not resist. He looks about your age. Heâ€™s your size.
You canâ€™t resist getting a better look and slowly raise yourself up on your elbows. Neither Dan nor the other boy appears to notice you.
Suddenly Dan turns and walks to the edge of the clearing. Not directly towards you, but in your direction. If you move he will see you. He reaches the edge of the clearing and picks up a thick stick.
You stop breathing.
Dan returns to the stump.
He removes the other boyâ€™s scout scarf from around his neck and takes off the woggle. He wraps the scout scarf tightly around the stick and offers it to the boy. You notice that the scarf is different from yours and Danâ€™s. The boy is from a different scout troop.
You stifle a sharp intake of breath as the other boy opens his mouth to accept it. Dan then ties it securely around the boyâ€™s face with some more rope. Picking up the remaining things on the floor, Dan turns to the boy and you hear him say â€˜Iâ€™ll be back to let you go, but only when I think you have paid the penaltyâ€™. Dan then turns and leaves, not looking back at the stump.
You watch, fascinated, as the boy struggles with his bonds emitting small grunts from time to time. You feel an irresistible urge to get closer but dare not.
Inspiration!
You take off your own scout scarf and, folding it into a triangle, tie it over your mouth and nose like an old fashioned cowboy game.
Youâ€™ve made a noise, the boy has heard and is stood stock still, looking in your direction.
Heart pounding you stand up and walk towards him. You notice that there is a lump in his shorts. You blush as you realise that youâ€™d be showing the same thing.
You stop directly in front of him.
You eyeball each other.
â€˜You OKâ€™? Stupid question, but all you can think of.
He nods.
You walk behind the stump. You watch him try to swivel his head, to keep you in sight.
He canâ€™t.
You look at his hands. His fingers are twitching, trying to reach the knots.
They canâ€™t.
You notice that the tree stump fits nicely into the gap between his shoulders. Almost as if it was cut to size.
Was it?
You go back round in front of him.
You notice his shoulders moving slightly, heâ€™s still trying to reach the knots.
â€˜Do you want me to untie youâ€™?
â€˜uh uhâ€™ from behind the gag, and a shake of the head.
You stare at him for a few seconds and lose your bottle. You turn and run back to your tent, ripping the scarf from your face as you do.
You sit and wait by the fire near your tent. You tell your mates that youâ€™re keeping an eye on the fire.
After a while, you see Dan leave the campsite, a few minutes later the ties boy returns, running towards his mates. You notice that heâ€™s still gagged and his wrists are still behind his back. His mates gather round, and you stand and walk a couple of paces towards the group.
His gag is removed and they start to question him. You notice that they donâ€™t untie his wrists.
Dan appears and walks toward the group. They surround him and grab his arms.
â€˜No, no, not him, heâ€™s the one that freed meâ€™.
You hear Dan explain â€˜I found him tied to the stump, not sure how he got there, but as soon as I untied his legs he shot off. It wasnâ€™t meâ€™ He reiterated.
You see faces turn to the other boy. â€˜I didnâ€™t see who it was, I bet it was the sea scouts, you know theyâ€™re always doing this kind of thingâ€™ a hint of a stammer, desperation even..
By now youâ€™re nearly at the group. Dan looks at you and smiles, but doesnâ€™t acknowledge you. The other boys donâ€™t notice.
â€˜Youâ€™ve made right fools of usâ€™ You realise that this must be the patrol leader. Heâ€™s the one that took out the boyâ€™s gag. Youâ€™re shocked when he forces it back into the boyâ€™s mouth and ties it off behind his head.
â€˜Take him inside, heâ€™s an embarrassmentâ€™. The boy is led away and the small crowd disperses.
Dan walks over to you.
You ask â€˜What will happen to him?
â€˜Theyâ€™ll probably keep him like that for a while, teach him a lesson not to get capturedâ€™.
He stares at you, willing you to challenge him. You donâ€™t.
â€˜These camps are always like that, other scouts trying to capture other people. We donâ€™t touch you guys, your leaders have made it known that they donâ€™t like that sort of thingâ€™.
He continues, staring into your eyes.
â€˜Although when I found him he was very agitated. I took his gag off and he told me he was sure he saw a scout with your troopâ€™s scarf on just after he was captured. Almost as if he was being inspected. When I found that it wasnâ€™t important, I put the gag back in. I didnâ€™t want him shouting his head off. Wonder who that other scout would have been? We must get together sometime when this camp is over and chat about that.â€™
He smiles and walks away.
Your heart is poundingâ€¦

### Re: Liam's Abduction

Post by Jason Toddman » Mon Jun 21, 2010 11:52 am

I definitely should have joined the scouts when I was a kid!!!
Thing is , my friends (some of whom were scouts) kept me too tied up with other matters to let me join!
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Liam's Abduction

Post by xtc » Mon Jun 21, 2010 12:57 pm

". . . you don't want to be there. Scout camp plays havoc with your hair."
Bloody wonderful line!
"Go, Boy!" as we say round here.
Wassai!
xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: Liam's Abduction

Post by mikeybound » Sun Aug 26, 2012 11:01 am

Like.