Kidnapping a Friends Dad.

Postby jak2002003 » Mon Jan 12, 2015 8:57 am

It was Friday night.. school finished and I was excited about the weekend ahead. My parents were going to visit my Grandmother in the next town and me and my kid brother were to stay at home. I was planning a party with my friends and was really looking forward to it, until I got home and my dad called me into the kitchen.

He told me that due to my recent bad behaviour at school, and with the neighbours, I could not be trusted on my own to look after my brother.. so, I was to spend the weekend with my brother at his best friends house (as my kid brother had arranges a sleep over there anyway).

I was mad and started to argue with my Dad, but it was no use once his mind was made up. I ran up to my room yelling that I was too old for little kid sleepovers... and I slammed my door shut.

After I calmed down I got some clothes ready to go.. and, as usual my little brother was annoying me running about going on and on about the sleep over and how it was going to be great.. he was packing his batman costume as his friend has a robin one. I just sighed.

We got into the car and drove 15 minutes to his friends house.. where my parents dropped us off after saying a few words, warning his friends Dad about my bad attitude. My Dad told me to come say hi to Steve.. and told me to behave. I went slowly over to him.. he was standing in the driveway, having been working on his car engine.. i looked him up and down.. he was sure handsome... and dressed in a greasy oil stained shiny nylon soccer shirt that clung to his muscular chest, and the tightest, sexiest, faded old Levi Jeans I ever saw.. He was tall and had blond hair.. slim, but well muscled. I felt myself blush and I stammered a 'hello' at him. Then turned and followed my brother and his friend into the house.

He shouted after us to make ourselves at home and told me my brother knows where the TV and everything was. My Dad shouted a farewell and my parents drove off in the car.

I got a soda from the kitchen and sat on the sofa watching the handsome guy bending over the hood of the car.. his faded tight levis ass looked so good as he bent over. I wondered how his ex wife could have left him. I felt sorry for him.. and he only got to see his son on weekends.. (that's what I overheard my parents taking about a few days ago).

I felt so miserable and bored and the time just dragged by.. the two boys running about and play fighting. I heard them put on a movie of an old Batman TV series form years ago. They lay down on the floor to watch it.. I was texting my friends on my phone.

Then I glanced back at kids.. on the screen was a scene where the Joker and his henchmen had just kidnapped a surfer, and I see the poor guy is tied up and struggling.... Then I get idea.. I look back out the window at the sexy man wiping oil and sweat off his hands onto the legs of his tight Levis....then I grin to myself..........

''hey bro.. I am bored, you wanna play Batman and Robin like you wanted? Remember you have your Batman costume?''

''Yeh sure'', they say and jump to their feet.. and rush off to the bedroom''....

I go into the garage and start to open draws and look into cupboards.. until I find what I am looking for... a roll of thick shiny silver tape. I go back into the house to see the boys running down the stairs together.

When they come down my little brother is dressed as Batman, and his friend as Robin. I say they look great.. and I tell them I will play the part of Joker... we chase each other around the living room and wrestle a bit... then I make my suggestion...

''you know what will be really fun?''

They look up and me and shake their heads.

''let's play that the Joker kidnaps someone and you have to save them''.

They agree and jump up and down yelling... ''yes, like on the TV''....

I nod.... but then they stop jumping and ask...

''but we ain't got anyone to kidnap have we?''

''Let's get your Dad to play.. he can be the Mayor of the city and I can tie kidnap him and tie hin up. ''

They look at each other.. then big smiles came to their faces and they rush outside to their Dad, who is just finishing working on the car and coming in to make food for us..

I go to the doorway and listen.... He says no to them and tells them he has to cook dinner. But those pesky brats are wining on at him and tugging his arm...

''but Dad.. you promised you would play with us... you never have time for me'', his son said sadly.

His dad sighed and nodded his head.

''OK son, but only for 10 minutes, then I have to get the food ready., OK?''
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They cheered and jumped up and down.. all 3 of them passed me in the doorway and went into the kitchen.. the Dad to wash his oily hands.

I followed into the kitchen... to see his Dad with his back to me as he washed his hands at the sink... His butt looked so sexy in the tight worn Levis.. the faded denim running up the crack of his ass.. and his long legs and work boots were also a turn on.

Then my brother tells me they have a mask of the Joker I can wear for the game, and a plastic gun too.... he runs upstairs and comes back down with them.. As I am putting the mask on I listen to the man's son explaining the game to his Dad. ''Your going to be the Mayor and the Joker will kidnap you and then Batman and Robin are going to come save you, OK?''

''Sure, whatever son'' he shrugs, as he turns around to face us.... then he seems slightly startled to see me wearing the Joker mask and holding the plastic gun and roll or silver tape. I tell the kids that they will have to play my evil villain helpers first to help me kidnap the Mayor.. so they agree and Robin takes off his face mask, and batman take off his helmet.

I tell the Dad to sit on the kitchen chair and pretend to be working in his office... then I go out to the hallway with the kids.. I give my brother the roll of tape.. telling him he has to use it to tie the his friends dads hands behind his back, while I will use the gun. We are all laughing... then we rush in on him.

I point the toy gun at him and tell him to stand up slowly and raise his hands.

He plays the part beautifully.. Getting up and holding his hands high in the air. saying things like, ''OK OK just don't shoot''.

My eyes are drawn to his bunging denim crotch and the buttons on his jeans are nearly popping open with the amount of stuff he has packed into the tight jeans... He also has a thick black leather belt.. very long... the end of it swaying down over his package, with are area over his ball and crotch fated to almost white.

Lucky no one can see what I am looking at because of my mask.

''OK.. keep your hands raised, Mr Mayor, and walk over to the wall nice and slow.. no tricks, got it? I say.

He nods, 'OK no tricks... what do you want... I'll never give you the combination to the safe''.

He is now standing facing the wall, when I order my henchman to 'tie his hands behind his back.'

I wave the gun at him and tell him to put his hands behind his back.

He hesitates and says, ''you kids don't have to really tie me up do you?''

''It's only your hands, that's all, don't worry, it's just for the game''.. I tell him.

His son and my brother plead with him to go along with it.... and then, to my surprise he puts his hands behind his back...

He stands there as the boys wrap the thick silver tape around each wrist and then wrap them together over and over with the tape...

''Hey not too tight boys'' he says nervously, wriggling his fingers and looking over his shoulder to see his tied hands.

I can't believe he has allowed this to happen....It's all going perfectly.

Seeing him standing against the wall with his hands taped together behind that sexy Levis butt makes my heart race.

The kids look up at me when they are finished...''Are we going to take him to our hideout now boss?''

I snap out of my trance.... And look at the tied man... I walk up to him and put the toy gun to his back..
''now get moving.. it's time for us to take a little trip.'' I look to my henchmen.. ''Grab his arms lads and lets get him out of here before anyone sees us.'' I laugh like the Joker and they laugh too.

They each grab an arm and walk him through the kitchen and through the door that leads into the garage. I can't keep my eyes off his sexy ass, with his table bound hands.. watching the frayed dusty pocket of his tight jeans raising and falling as he walks slowly ahead of me. His dad again playing the part of the victim....

''No please, where are you taking me, let me go, this is kidnapping, help me someone.... help me Batman!''

I rush up behind him and put my hand tight over his mouth ''shut up, you are coming with us and Batman is not around to help you now.''

He lets out a long deep moan under my hand.. and his brown eyes wider with surprise at my hand gagging him.. I keep my hand over his mouth until we are all standing in the middle of the dim dusty garage. I can feel the breath from his nostrils on my hand. And I can feel his rough stubble too.

''Get down on the floor!'' I order him.

All 3 of us helped him to lay on a dirty old thin rug in the centre of the concrete floor. He is laying on his stomach.

I order my helpers to sit on top of him while I tape his ankles together.

''eh, er, no don't tie my ankles up.. just my hands are enough.. remember you said only my hands. right?'' he said nervously.

I took no notice and quickly taped his ankles together above his boots. He was wiggling around and struggling, and the 2 boys were playfully punching him lightly and telling him to keep still while we tie him up good and tight.

I stood over him.. seeing him writhing in the bonds in his sexy tight clothes was such a turn on. I had to put a hand in my pants pocket to hid my growing erection.

''Now my evil henchmen, it's time for some torture''.. I laugh again in a creepy evil Joker style.

The bound man looked up at me.. ''what torture?!'' He looked really frightened for a moment.

I nodded my masked face.. ''yes we are going to have to tickle torture you until you give us the code for the safe''.

The dad laughed with relief, but is was short lived, as we all got to work tickling him all over his upper body.. over the silky white soccer shirt. We were all piled on top of his bound body.. fingers wiggling at his muscular sweaty body... feeling him writhe and struggle under us.. laughing for us to stop.

It was then, in his struggles, as he swayed form his stomach to rock side to side.. I notices the swelling inside his tight jeans... I grinned again under my mask...

I orders the boys to stop the torture.... ''Will you tell us the combination now'?'' I demanded.

He shook his head and breathing heavily out of breath said... ''No never!''.

''Right you asked for it'' I said, laughing evilly... I looked at my brother... and told him to get me a rag off the workbench. He ran over and came back to me with a dirty rag, which I balled up in my hand.

''What are you going to do with that?'' asked my brother.

''We have to gag him so no one can hear him call for help when we are gone''

The boys nodded their heads and laughed thinking it was a very clever idea.

I bent down to the our hostages head. ''Open up you moth Mr Mayor, we have to gag no one can hear you shouting for help''.

He looked up at me is astonishment, ''Oh no way, that's enough now, I have to go make the dinner, you better untie me.. your have had you fun, time to stop the game.'' He looked at each of the younger boys in turn... ''We agreed only 10 minutes, remember boys?''... he looked pleadingly at his son and his friend...

I shook my head and tutted, ''Oh, and since when did our kidnap victims give us orders, right boyrs?' They laughed and agreed with me. I turned back to him.. ''Now open your mouth now!''

He wiggled in his bonds and shook his head...''Your not putting that dirty thing in my mouth''....

I nodded to the boys,''Quick my friends,, tickly him again!''

They started to tickle him as hard as they could... he opened his mouth to laugh out, and as he did, I shoved the balled up rag deep into his mouth.

''murrrphhh!!!!''

He shook his head and tried to push it out with his tongue. I clamped my hands tight over his moth to prevent him spitting the rag out.. and told my brother to grab another rag quickly.... He rushed to give me it.. and I tied it round his friends dads head to hold the rag in, making sure it was really tight, the gag pulling his lips back as I tied the know behind his head.

''Murphh , purshhh!!! '' He looked up at us, and wiggled in his bonds... making sexy frantic and annoyed grunting noises into his gag.. which silenced him very will.. no chance of the neighbours hearing him.

''More tickling boys''.... The 2 kids went to work on his upper body, under his armpits too.. while I concentrated my efforts at his lower down out of sight of the 2 younger boys.. tickling him on his jeans ass crack between his buttocks where the denim was worn paper thin.

In his desperate rolling from side to side, as he tried in vain to get free, unseen form the other boys.. i tickled his balls though the stretched faded jeans.. and felt his huge erection, that was trapped uncomfortably down his inner thigh under the oily tight Levis.

His body tensed and he tried to struggle away from me as he felt my hand slide over it, but the weight of 3 of us pinning him down, and his tight bindings prevented his escape. I then looked down to see a small wet patch of pre cum soaking through his dusty and oily jeans.

And the tickly torture continued, tears running down the helpless bound and tightly gagged mans face. His mind reeling realising how stupid he was to allow himself to be tied and gagged like this, at the mercy of crazy kids and a perverted delinquent teenager wearing a Joker mask.....

To Be Continued....
Last edited by jak2002003 on Tue Jan 13, 2015 5:22 am, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Kidnapping a Friends Dad.

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Jan 12, 2015 10:07 am

Pretty interesting so far. One wonders where this is headed though, since it's in the PG-17 section.
I wrote a story with the same concept once but never dared post it here because it gets... well... too explicit. So please be careful this story doesn't cross some of the lines mine did.
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Re: Kidnapping a Friends Dad.

Postby jak2002003 » Mon Jan 12, 2015 8:20 pm

How do I put photos into this story?.. I have a few to add but can't work it out...

Re: Kidnapping a Friends Dad.

Postby jak2002003 » Mon Jan 12, 2015 8:21 pm

After more tickling our tied and gagged prisoner is worn out. His face is red and he is breathing heavily through the gag, sweat pouring off his face. I tell the boys that he has had enough.. for now. They ask me what do we do next? I tell them its time for the second half of the game.... where Batman and Robin come to rescue him. They again jump up and down and cheer, thinking its a great game indeed. I tell them to go up to their room and put back on their face masks and get ready.. Then wait 10 minutes and come back down to fight with me, the Joker, and rescue the kidnapped Mayor. They rush out and up the stairs laughing. When they are out of the way I turn and look down at the victim.... I am alone with him at last...

But, then, the door bell rings... I shout for the kids to answer the door.. but they ignore me... so I have to go myself. Its some sales persons.. and it takes me a while to get rid of them. I shout up to the kids to wait until 10 minutes and then I will be ready to fight them... They agree and I hear them playing upstairs.

I rush back to the garage find my friends dad has managed to wiggle over to the corner of the room and is sitting up, back against the tool shelves.. I see his arms going up and down.. frantically trying to cut through the tape around his wrists using the sharp side of the shelves. I rush up to him...

''Oh no you don't, the games not finished yet''.... and I use my strength to push him back down onto his side.
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I roll him onto his stomach to see the tape is nearly cut through.

''looks like I came back just in time, you nearly got free,'' I laugh.

He moans under the gag and looks angry.

''Now I am going to have to re tie you hands properly so you can't escape''. I look around and find some old rope.. but its too long, so I cut a length off using a small saw on the work bench.. the gagged mans eyes watching me.

I get him to stand up, with some difficulty, and get him with his side to the shelves. He shakes his gagged head as I bind one of his wrists tightly with the rope... then I tie the other end to the heavy book shelves. I then use the small saw to cut through the tape.. and his other hand is free. He immediately reaches up to take off his gag... but I grab his hand away from his mouth and pull it down and quickly tie it in front of him to his other wrist.. During this time he attempts to struggle and pull away... but I tell him to stop or he will make the heavy shelves and all the tools and paint cans fall down on him.. and that would hurt. He thinks about it and then stands still....Now his hands are tied in front of him and he is attacked to the work tool shelves.

I can see his erection has gone now.. and he looks tired and worried. I tell him I need to move him to a new location so he can't be found.... and he has to cooperate... he shakes his head and tugs at his bindings. I bend down and cut the tape around his booted ankles. Now he legs are free. He looks to worried. I lighten the mood.. saying the kids are really enjoying themselves and not to worry..we don't want to spoil the game and disappoint them.. I am only taking him to the shed at the back of the garden.. and then they will come and rescue him, and then he can cook the dinner, as we are all really hungry now. He looks relived now.. thinking he will soon be free and the game over.

''But before we go, I need to make your gag is better, so you can't call out to them.. or they will see where I am taking you''.

I get the roll of silver tape and, despite his efforts to shake his head, I wrap layers of it around and around his already gagged face... making his lower face covered in the thick shiny material. I make sure its very tight.. and smooth it over with my hand.

''There, that's better,'' I snigger. 'Now time to get going''. I pick up the rest of the rope and put it over my shoulder.

I cut the rope securing his wrists to the shelves and then push him forward, telling him to get a move on. He hesitates at first, until I give his tight jeans butt a kick with my foot, leaving a dusty print of the bottom of my boot on his jeans ass cheek.. to which he murphs with surprise. I walked him back through the kitchen, out the back door and down the long garden towards a small wooden shed hidden behind some bushes, right at the back of the garden. Every time he slowed down I shoved my knee into his butt.. telling him to keep moving.

I was hoping no neighbours were watching out of their window. They would have seen a very strange sight.. a skinny teenager pushing a fully grown adult man down the garden path.... they would see his hands were bound in front of him with the rope, and they would see his moth was tightly gagged with tape. They may have thought it was a game.. or they may have called the police. Luckily no one saw.. the tall fences and bushes in his garden helped too.

I opened the door and pushed him inside. Inside was very cramped.. full of junk, garden equipment and dust filled the air. I closed the door behind us and stood my prisoner in the middle of the shed. I looked up to see the beams in the ceiling.. they were thick and strong. I tell him to lift his bound hands above his head. He does nothing, so I grab them myself and pull them up.. using more tope to secure his bound hands to the thick wooden beam. All the time pressing my body against his hot sweaty body.

When I am finished I step back. He looks at me with his handsome gagged face.. then looks up at his secured hands.. and gives a few hard tugs at the ropes.. but they are tied tight and he can't get free. I walk slowly up to him.. still wearing my mask I tell him there is no use struggling, Ihave him tied up good and tight. He moans into the gag. The sound is so sexy. Then we hear the boys in the garden shouting us. They must be wondering where we have gone. The kidnapped man tries to yell for help, but the layers of tape over his mouth, and the rags stuffing his mouth smother his cries. As the kids turn to go back inside my prisoner gets an idea. He starts to kick out with one of his booted feet at the wooden wall.. making a banging noise to try to attract their attention.. still yelling under his gag. ''Helphh helphh mmmm!''.

I grab the remaining rope...''Oh no you don't''.

I grab his ankles and rope them together, then use the rest of the rope to wind around and around his legs.. making my way up towards his crotch.. where I keep winding.. making sure the rope is pulled tight over his bulging package. He is yelling frantically into the gag... as he watched through the dirty window the boys heading back to the house.. I continue to wrap him in the rope... over his upper body, over his silky sweaty soccer shirt. and even have enough go around his neck (loosely or course) and over his tape gagged mouth. So now is his gagged with a ball of rag, a rag tied through his teeth, layers of tape and now several coils of rope! He is also cocooned in the rope all over his body.

His struggling and writhing about have got him very sweaty now.. and the small place smells of his aftershave and fresh sweat. The kids are standing at the open door near the kitchen.. still shouting for us. He yells with all his strength under the gag.. and I come up behind him, pressing my body into his back.. my crotch (with tenting pants) at has levis butt.. and put one of my hands over has cruelly gagged mouth.. and whisper into his ear to shut the F@@k up. I look him up and down, my eyes resting on his jeans dusty crotch.. and I smile as I see the swelling coming back into my hostages tight jeans.. trapped and constricted by the mans jeans and the tight ropes over his balls and crotch area. The small wet patch of pre cum has grown too, soaking into the dusty faded denim.

He lets a shocked grunt out from under the gag as he feels my free hand resting on his package. I ask him what it is.. I give it a few firm squeezes... He tries to wiggle away.. arching his body.. pressing his jeans butt into my crotch and shakes his gagged head for me to stop. With some effort I start to unbutton his jeans.. and slide my hand inside.. I feel the silky material of his satin boxer shorts..and feel the dampness too... He grunts into the gag sounding angry.. as I unfasten his thick leather belt and open out the front of his jeans as best I can with the ropes around him. I see his is wearing tight white satin boxer shorts... and in the front of them a huge wet patch and I can see his thick stiff dick tripped in the silky material. He suddenly struggles hard and shouts into the gag... but he is powerless to stop my fingers running up and down the length of his dick over the silky shiny material of his shorts..

''Wow your dick is so big man.. maybe when I older mine will be like that...do you want to see mine''? He shakes his gagged head trying to say no... but I pull down my sweat pants and he seem my own stiff prick sticking up into the air.

Keeping my hand over his gagged mouth and go back around behind him and start to hump his levis ass.. my stick dick rubbing up and down his sweaty jeans ass crack.. getting sticky pre cum on his faded jeans. I tell him I love is tight sexy jeans, and he was just asking to get tied and gagged up, kidnapped. Its then we hear the kids again.. they have given up looking for us and are kicking a football about in the garden. We watch them through the dirty glass window.

''Looks like Batman and Robin have given up looking for you. Poor kidnapped man.. all tied up and gagged tight, helpless.. no one knowing where you are.... no one will find you in here, you are my prisoner now... my handsome hostage.'' I whisper into his ear.

I start to rub his tight worn levis butt up and down with my hand.... He is whimpering and moaning for me to stop under the tight gag. The deep moans and whimper of this strong handsome man turn me on so much.

Just them my kid brother looks toward the shed and sees our faces through the window... the window is high and he can only see my standing behind his friends dad.. who's gagged face is looking desperately out at them.. my hand over his gagged mouth. Our lower bodies hidden out of sight.

''Hey, look there are hiding in there.. lets go Robin!!''.

I curse under my breath and struggle to fasten his belt and jeans back up.. pulling up my own pants quickly.... as they run towards the shed. I step back as the door opens and they rush in.

''We have come to rescue you, Mr Mayor'', they shout and start to play fight with me.......

Then they look at the trussed up man.... they are taken by surprise at all the rope and the big gag....

''Wow you really have got him tied up tight'' they say.

I have to back down and let them win... and I watch as they start to unwind the rope from the mans legs and body.. and from his mouth. Soon he is free from the rope.. legs free.. but still gagged with the tape and hands tied over his head.

One boy starts to unwrap the tape.. getting it all off, and the other tries to untie his dads tied hands.. but can't reach..

'' Get a chair from the kitchen, '' one says.. and he runs off into the house....

My brother is about to untie the knot at the back of the mans cloth gag, when we hear music of an ice cream van outside. To the tied mans horror my bother stops what he is doing, yelling ''yeh ice cream''. and runs off into the house.. leaving me and the still tied and gagged Dad in the shed. My hostage yelling under the gag for him to come back.. and tugging at his wrist still tied tight over his head.

I take off my mask.. smile and him... and turn to close the shed door again........

To Be Continued..
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Re: Kidnapping a Friends Dad.

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Jan 12, 2015 8:41 pm

jak2002003 wrote:How do I put photos into this story?.. I have a few to add but can't work it out...

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Re: Kidnapping a Friends Dad.

Postby Allensmithy » Fri Jan 16, 2015 1:39 pm

Awesome story man! Can't wait to read more!

Re: Kidnapping a Friends Dad.

Postby tony2 » Sat Mar 21, 2015 10:11 pm

Great job --- thanks for posting it.
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Re: Kidnapping a Friends Dad.

Postby jak2002003 » Wed Apr 01, 2015 11:15 am

As I turn back to face my prisoner I see him trying to work the gag out of his mouth using his teeth and pushing with his tongue. I shake my head in disapproval and pick up the roll of tape off the workbench. As I begin to peel off the shiny black tape he shakes his head pleading with his eyes for me not to gag him with it. I take no notice and start to wind it around and around his head.. over his cleave gagged mouth.

I then tape around his ankles. Despite all his time in bondage.. he still puts up a struggle, but by now he is much weaker. I re check the ropes binding his wrists to the beam over his head.. but they have actually got tighter.. not looser. I grin to myself.. reassured he can't get loose. After I have finished I tell him I have to go take care of the little brats to make sure they don't come back to disturb us this time. He moans under the tight gag... and wiggles slowly in the bindings.

I open the door.. and close firmly behind me.. before rushing off into the house to find out what the kids are up to, glancing back to see the mans gagged face through the dirty window.

Inside the 2 kids are eating their ice creams and I see my brothers friend is on the phone.. talking to another one of his friends. He looks at me and tell me its his friend from school and he has invited them both over to pizza and to watch a movie. They ask me if they can go for a few hours.. its only down the road and they don't need a lift in the car. I say I will go ask their dad... the mans son wants to come with me to ask.. but I tell him to stay and finish his ice cream.. there is no need to rush.

I can't believe my luck.. my heart is racing when I run down the garden and burst into the shed.. The boys father is still tightly bound up.. and he thinks I am the boys come back.. he moans desperately for help under the tight layers of tape and cloth gagging him.. I pat him on the cheek and tell him is only me come back... and he lets out one long low moan is despair. I can see that he still has an erection in his pants.. I again start to caress his jeans package and grope his ass.. I feel his dick stiffen even more.. and he is whimpering under the gag...

Then I see through the window, the mans son walking down the garden. I lean into the mans body and whisper into his ear that his son is coming.. and he is going to asks if they can go play at their friends house.

''I am going to have to take off your gag.. and you are going to tell your son that he and my brother can go to that boys house.. and tell them not to rush back.... Don't try to get him to help you... Or else I will pull down your jeans and then he will see you have a big boner in you wet silky pants.. and you don't want that do you''?

He looks at me angrily..

Again I squeeze his denim bulge.. and ask him ''you understand''?

He pauses, then slowly nods his gagged head and fights back the tears. I tell him he is a good fella for cooperating.. and I will remember that.. and go easy on him.

I peal off the tape over his mouth.. then untie the tight knot in the bandanna at the back of his head.. It falls to the floor and he spits out the ball of soaking wet dirty rag onto the floor. There are red lines on the sides of his cheeks where the tight gag has been... He stretches his aching jaw... and start to speak...

''Now.. look.. its time to untie me noupphhhh!!!''

I clamp my hand over his mouth.. and tell him again not to say anything and not to try to get help off his son. He nods and I take off my hand, just as the boy opens the shed door and steps inside.

''Dad, lets finish the game now OK, I want to go to Martins house for pizza.. can I Dad''?

The man looks at him.. then at me.. My heart pauses as I think he may take this chance to try to get him to help him escape. I walk up behind him.. and, unseen by his son.. grab the hair on the back of his head with one hand.. and force him to nod his head.

As he does not answer, his son looks unconvinced.. 'Please we go, please''.

I poke the mans levis butt. up his ass crack.. with the handle or a broom that was up against the wall behind us.. which shocks him into speaking...

''OK, sure son, just.. just.. er.. don't be too late.. and can you just.. un..tie.. ''

I again quickly give is levis ass a jab with the handle... to make him stop talking...

'Yes, thanks dad''. his son smiles and goes to leave.. then turns back...

''Er, do you want me to help get you untied before we go, dad'',
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I can see the man is about to blurt out to get him untied right now... so I speak up quickly.. grabbing the boys shoulders I march him out into the garden.. saying not to worry I will untie his dad right now.. and he better get a move on or the pizza will be getting cold.... He agrees and both the boys leave and close the front door.

Now I lock the front door.. breath a sigh of relief.. then down a drink of water from the tap. As I drink my glass I can hear a voice from outside.. is the boys father... I can hear him yelling for the boys to come back.. he has changed his mind.. telling them to come and untie him. I down the water and run quickly back down to the shed to silence my prisoner before any of the neighbours hear his cries for help....

Re: Kidnapping a Friends Dad.

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Apr 03, 2015 11:37 am

Depending on how the narrator looks, I probably would be happy to be the dad.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Kidnapping a Friends Dad.

Postby wataru14 » Thu Sep 10, 2015 6:37 pm

Do you have any plans to continue this story? It's too good to just let fade away unfinished.

Re: Kidnapping a Friends Dad.

Postby Lake Lover » Mon Sep 14, 2015 2:32 am

Jak2002003 Thanks for the great story. I can fantasize where it went from here.

Re: Kidnapping a Friends Dad.

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Oct 04, 2015 11:26 pm

Just found this story and have to say; I really enjoyed it.
The gagging scenes were really well done, loved it all.

I really hope you get to continue this in the near future.
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