## Visionary Kidnapping

Post by HandgagAzBoy1 » Mon Jan 03, 2011 6:21 pm

Before you exit out or migrate away, know this: This is not supposed to be some mystical fantasy crap. It has some psychic stuff involved, but if you keep your mind open, I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Part I - The Vision starts off a little slow. But I assure you that Part II is infinitely better. Please give it a chance and please tell me what you think.
Part I
The Vision
Terry, a 17 year-old boy has the innate ability to view events from across time. Some of these visions he can control, and others come at night when his subconscious takes control. Lately he's been having a dream of being kidnapped. His best friend, Donny, also 17 and an astounding empath - a person who can see and manipulate auras or emotions - comes to stay at his house for the weekend while his parents are away.
A hand slammed down over his mouth, muffling his screams. Arms wrapped around his torso, pinning his own arms to his sides. There were four of them scooping him up and carrying him away. He writhed in their embrace, making a desperate attempt to escape. This couldn't be happening. The kidnappers quickly piled into a van waiting by the side of the road. Why wasn't anyone helping him? Why was no one coming to his rescue. If they got him in that van, it'd be over. There would be nothing he could do. He fought against them, but their muscles were taut against his weaker form. He screamed into the meaty hand that covered his mouth â€œHELP ME!â€ but all that came out was â€œMmmph!â€ Just as the lip of the threshold swallowed him and despair filled him, he woke up.
With a violent gasp of morning air, Terry lurched up out of his bed. Beads of sweat rolled down his cold forehead. His amber-brown eyes filled with tears as he brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. His whole body was shaking. It was so real. Terry's room was swimming through the veil of tears. He blinked, forcing the water droplets from his eyes and took in his surroundings. The little room with tan walls and black dresser stared back at him. Terry put his bare feet on the carpet and felt its rough texture. He took in a deep breath and then let out a quaking sigh. He was back in his room. Everything was fine. It was only a dream. It was only a dream...
No. He knew it was more than that. He was living it. He could feel them, smell them, see them. It was more than a dream. It was a vision. Being a seer had its benefits, but knowing that sometime in the future he'd be kidnapped and there was nothing he could do to change it made Terry very uneasy. He hugged himself and let out another sigh. He wished he had more details about the dream. Where it happened. When it happened. Why no one was helping him.
Terry got up and shambled out of the room. He hooked a left and went down the stairs into the main room of his parents house. He looked over to the right wall and saw the couch, littered with blankets and pillows, but his friend who had been sleeping there was gone.
â€œDonny?â€ Terry called out. There was no response but the echo of his voice bouncing off the walls. â€œDonny?!â€ Again, the only response was his own echo.
Terry decided to call upon his gift. Seers possessed post-cognitive abilities as well as precognition, allowing them to see the past and future. Misty shapes of Donny lying in bed suddenly materialized. The lighting of the sun coming through the window changed to fit the earlier setting. Terry waited, straining his mind to keep a grip on the hazy vision. He saw the ghost image wake up and stretch. The past-Donny stood and sleepily walked to the front door and then went out. Terry's head felt as though it was about to split in two so he let the ghost images evaporate.
After a moment of recovery, Terry made for the door. Just before he reached it, it swung open to reveal Terry's Asian friend. His black hair was messy, his brown almond-shaped eyes stared up at Terry. They stood there for a moment in silence before Terry threw his arms around him.
â€œI'm so glad you're okay,â€ he managed to say. A very confused Donny patted his friend on the back.
â€œYeah,â€ he said back, unsure of what else to say. â€œUh, are you okay?â€
â€œI had a vision last night,â€ Terry said, pulling away from Donny so that his friend could come inside.
â€œWas it about me?â€ Donny asked, still confused. He closed the door behind him and the pair of them walked into the kitchen.
â€œNo. I was being kidnapped,â€ Terry answered. Donny shot his friend a glance.
â€œWhat?â€
â€œThere were these men that suddenly surrounded me and were grabbing me and they were taking me to a van,â€ Terry said. Donny stared, waiting for more. â€œI... I could feel their hands on me. I could see the street, the van, their dark clothes, the clouds, but I don't know where I was â€“ or rather... where I will be â€“ and I kept screaming, but no one heard me, or no one came to my rescue.â€
â€œAre you sure it was a literal kidnapping and not just one of those symbolic dreams that you get?â€ Donny suggested.
â€œI'm sure,â€ said Terry. â€œThere were too many details for it to be anything but a glimpse of the future.â€
â€œWhat are you going to do?â€ Donny said.
â€œI don't know!â€ Terry snapped. â€œThere's nothing I can do!â€
Donny took a step towards Terry and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. Terry's fear and dread suddenly melted away as a tingle of warmth and hope swelled up inside him. Terry shot Donny a look.
â€œDonny?â€
â€œI'm an empath, Terry,â€ Donny said smiling. â€œI can control emotions. You already knew that. You just need to relax okay?â€ Terry took a deep breath, soaking in the positive energy.
â€œOkay,â€ he said. â€œWe can figure this out.â€
â€œWe're going to have to,â€ Donny said. â€œWe need to talk to Dean.â€
To be continued...
In the next installment, Professor Dean is putting Terry's mind and power's to the test in order to enhance the vision. But what price will he pay? Stay tuned!

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Post by boundboy » Tue Jan 04, 2011 12:28 pm

nice start!
This boy is ready to be bound with rope and gags
-boundboy

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Post by dreadnaught3200 » Thu Jan 06, 2011 10:59 pm

I'm always happy when new and interesting elements are brought into bondage stories. I'm looking forward to the next part!
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

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Post by Jack Smith » Wed Jan 12, 2011 4:04 am

good story please continue.

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Post by HandgagAzBoy1 » Wed Jan 12, 2011 12:49 pm

Part II
The Revelation
Terry's visions have been growing worse. Donny finally decided to take matters into his own hands and alerted their tutor, Professor Kyler Dean, of the upcoming threat. Dean gives the boys advice, but are they willing to take it?
The sun tore through the clouds. He felt relieved to finally see the sun. It had been so long since he had seen the blue sky, felt the golden sunlight warm him. He inhaled through his nose and closed his eyes. He tried to relax and shake the worry that had been eating at him for the last few days, but the screeching of tires, brought him out of his meditative state. He turned and saw the white van suddenly stop in the road beside him. A group of men in black swarmed out. He had a sudden realization. They were after him! He turned to run, but a hand grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked him back against a hard, muscular torso.
â€œTâ€“â€ he began. A hand slammed down over his mouth, muffling his screams. Arms wrapped around his torso, pinning his own arms to his sides. There were four of them scooping him up and carrying him away. He writhed in their embrace, making a desperate attempt to escape. He fought against them, but their muscles were taut against his weaker form. He screamed into the meaty hand that covered his mouth â€œHELP ME!â€ but all that came out was â€œMmmph!â€ He wriggled and struggled, but their firm grip was all too strong. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. The hand on his mouth moved up over his nose. He couldn't breathe. He tried not to scream, tried to keep as much air in his lungs as he could for as long as he could, but the air was being squeezed out by the massive arms wrapped around his torso. They were piling into the van. He was going to be taken. He was going to disappear! No! No! NO!
Terry woke up screaming. Sweat covered his nearly naked body. His swimmer's build was exposed and dripping with a cold sweat. Donny rushed to his side, but a man held out a hand to keep him from approaching. The man was tall, young, blonde, and had a pair of golden eyes that seemed to burn like fire. It was Professor Dean.
â€œTerry,â€ he said calmly. Terry shook against the restraints that bound him to the gurney. He needed to be let loose. He couldn't be bound like this. Not in reality! Not in the present! He couldn't. He screamed again. Dean walked over and cupped his hand over Terry's mouth. Terry shouted muffled words into Dean's hand.
â€œTerry,â€ he said again. â€œI need you to calm down. I need to you relax. Just breathe.â€
â€œI canâ€“â€ Donny began, reaching for Terry.
â€œDon't touch him,â€ Dean said without looking away from Terry. â€œHe needs to suppress his own emotions. If you do it for him, he'll never gain control of these dreams.â€ Donny's hand retreated. â€œNow stop screaming, Terry.â€
But Terry couldn't stop. The bonds on his wrists and ankles, the straps of leather around his chest and thighs, the hand on his mouth, all kept the vision from escaping his mind. Terry protested, but his mouth was sealed shut by the hand.
â€œBreathe,â€ Dean said. â€œFocus.â€
â€œMmmph! Mmph! Mmmmmph!â€ Terry moaned.
â€œShh,â€ whispered Dean. â€œShh. I've got'cha.â€
Terry fought against his hand on his mouth for another minute, but after realizing that it wasn't going anywhere until he stopped, he tried to relax. But the emotions raging through him were so extreme, so intense, that he couldn't stop. He couldn't breath. He couldn't focus. He started to cry.
Donny had to look away. He turned and folded his arms. Dean leaned over Terry, one hand on his mouth, the other moving up and down the ridge in the middle of his abdomen. Dean's eyes rolled back into his head. Terry felt a trickle of energy seep out of his stomach and into Dean's fingers. Whatever he was doing, was suddenly making Terry's vision very blurry.
â€œYou've got a lot of energy built up in here. You need to relax,â€ Dean said. â€œYou're making yourself sick.â€
Terry felt the tears roll down his temples and into his ears. His chocolate hair was sticking to his forehead. The cold sweat was making him shiver. He wished he was wearing something besides his boxer-briefs.
Donny turned back around and looked at Terry with tears in his almond-shaped eyes.
â€œTerry,â€ Dean said. â€œI'm going to let go of your mouth. Tell me, very calmly, what happened.â€
Dean removed his hands from Terry's body. Terry took slow, shaky breaths. After a few minutes of him struggling to find his voice, Terry finally relayed the vision to the two others in the room. Dean put a hand to his chin in thought.
â€œCan we stop now?â€ Terry pleaded. Dean shook his head.
â€œYou've never had a vision like this one, Terry,â€ Dean said. â€œIt's a rare occurrence for seers to see things through another person's eyes.â€
Terry and Donny both shot a puzzled look at Dean.
â€œWhat does that mean?â€ Donny asked. Dean lifted a white cloth off the counter. He crossed the small office to the boy on the gurney.
â€œIt means, someone else's future is bleeding into him,â€ Dean said. â€œWe need to trace the source of the vision.â€ The professor covered Terry's nose and mouth with the chloroformed rag. â€œI'm sorry, Terry.â€
Terry moaned his protests and tried not to breathe, but after a minute, he could no longer hold his breath. He gasped in the chloroform and soon the world was melting away. The images in the office swayed and spun and soon turned to liquid and were drained from sight, leaving Terry tied to the gurney in a void of darkness. He saw nothing in this black void and fear was swelling within him. Suddenly, he felt a warmth flicker in his abdomen. He heard Donny's voice.
â€œIt's okay. I won't let it happen to you,â€ he whispered. Terry wanted to thank Donny, but sleep was suddenly swallowing him. He closed his eyes and descended into the vision once again.

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Post by dreadnaught3200 » Sat Jan 15, 2011 1:53 am

Due to how you present bondage in this story (Almost in a purely incidental way) I don't think this is the kind of story that will be showered with compliments left, right and center. Though I hope I'm wrong about that. But don't be discouraged. The premise of the story is interesting and it is very well written. Keep going!
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

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Post by Jack Smith » Sat Jan 15, 2011 2:35 am

I like the story. It could have a little more bondage or something, but it is still a good story.

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Post by Jason Toddman » Sun Jan 16, 2011 9:34 am

Please keep on going. I was writing a fantasy/superhero story here where bondage was only incidental (at least at first) as well, but I didn't continue it long enough for it to develop stronger bondage elements like I'd intended.
This is a well developed and well thought out story you have here so far and I'd like to see how it progresses.
You know, we have a non-Tugs chat section on this site; maybe it's time we also had a section for stories like this one where TUGs aren't the only essential element of the plot. Like my Lightboy's Legion story as well as fantasy stories like this one; stories that have other interesting things going for them too.
Anyway, pleasse don't give up on this story like I did (at least for now) on mine!
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

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Post by HandgagAzBoy1 » Fri Jan 21, 2011 8:51 am

Thank you all for the advice. Unfortunately, the next few parts become even less and less bondage-esque, with the threat of the vision coming true, Terry and Donny are going to have a chapter that doesn't include very much bondage at all. Hm... Perhaps I can re-write it and make the bondage a little more prominent. Anyway, expect the next part tonight. Hopefully it will be entertaining. It will hopefully be shocking so... yeah. Stay tuned!

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Post by RichGirl$ » Sat Jan 22, 2011 2:39 pm

great story so far. I can't wait to read the rest of it!
roll out the red carpet for the walk of shame.

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Post by HandgagAzBoy1 » Mon Feb 07, 2011 2:31 pm

They had come. They had swooped in. They had carried him into the van and shut the sliding door behind them, speeding away with utmost haste. The one holding his feet had already begun to tied them together. He tried to hold his breath, but was losing consciousness. The hand over his mouth and nose was smothering him. He couldn't focus. Somehow his hands had been tied behind his back. He could feel the smooth ropes biting into his skin. They were tied so tight that it almost hurt. The hand suddenly slid off his mouth. He gasped and gulped in as much air as he could. The burly men forced him onto his stomach and began tying his wrists to his ankles.
â€œPlease!â€ he begged. â€œLet me go!â€
â€œShut up!â€ one of them said.
â€œNo! No! Let go of me!â€ He screamed. He struggled, but the big men sat on him and kept him still. â€œLet go of â€“ Mmmph!â€ The meaty hand came back down over his mouth. He couldn't do much more than moan into the hand.
â€œIf you be a good little boy and keep quiet, we promise not to hurt you.â€
â€œMmmhmmhmmph!!!â€ he cried.
â€œI said be quiet!â€ the man whose hand was clamped down on his mouth. Suddenly, he felt a hand fondling his backside. He screamed into the hand and started crying. This couldn't be happening! He couldn't focus when under this much stress. He couldn't use his gift against them. Suddenly more hands were upon him. More hands were feeling him, pushing under the hem of his shorts, up into his shirt, rubbing his calves and inner thighs.
â€œI guess I'll have to gag you with something a little bigger,â€ said the man sitting on him. He moaned and sobbed into the hand as he heard a zipper unzip. Suddenly there was a loud screech and a deep, low hum. The van suddenly came to a complete halt, launching everyone forward towards the windshield. There was a moment when he felt weightless as he drifted through the air towards the pile of men behind him. He felt like he was flying. Just before he hit the pile of people, he woke up.
Terry slammed back into the present, his body jolting against the restraints. He cried out, not in terror, but in pain. His whole body ached, as though his spirit had been away for some time and was now back. Donny rushed to his side.
â€œTerry! Are you okay!?â€ he said. Terry's eyes closed, his jaw shut tight, his fists clenched. He breathed in labored and pained breaths. â€œTerry! Speak to me!â€
â€œIt hurts!â€ he said. â€œIt hurts! Make it stop!â€
â€œDean said not to touch you untilâ€“â€
â€œMAKE IT STOP!!!â€ Terry screamed in pain. Donny slapped a hand to Terry's stomach and unloaded a flurry of positive emotions. A numbness flooded into Terry's body, and suddenly the world had vanished, leaving Terry and Donny together in the void.
â€œAre you okay Terry?â€ Donny asked, his voice echoing in the blackness around them.
â€œI... I'm fine...â€ Terry muttered. Donny seemed to be glowing with a foggy white aura.
â€œGood,â€ he said. Terry could feel the restraints on him, still, but he didn't see them. In fact, he didn't see anything. He only saw his and Donny's spirits. They weren't clothed, but the auras around them blurred them enough to hide any private area. Donny smiled at Terry, who simply stared back. Donny started leaning closer to Terry, his left hand glued to Terry's abs by his psychic powers. His other hand reached up and brushed the strands of hair off Terry's brow.
â€œD-Donny?â€ Terry began. â€œW-whatâ€“?â€ Donny placed his fingers on his free hand gently on Terry's lips.
â€œShh. Don't worry about it,â€ he muttered. He leaned in closer and the hand on Terry's mouth moved out of the way. Donny's eyes closed, but Terry's eyes widened. He didn't understand what was happening. He had never felt like this before. Never felt this warmth, this pull, this yearning. What was going on? Suddenly, he realized that Terry's lips were being touched. He felt Donny kissing him. Terry's gift as a seer activated. He saw through Donny, through what was happening. Massive chains were wrapped around him,embedding themselves under Donny's hand and into Terry's stomach. They were spiraling in twisted knots, coiling through the darkness... and sinking back into Donny's back.
You... Terry thought. You're the link! You're the one who's getting kidnapped! Donny! Wake up! You're bleeding your powers into me! Donny! WAKE UP!
Once again, the darkness was consumed by the office, as Terry and Donny slammed back into their bodies. Donny's lips were still connected to Terry's for a brief moment, but then he pulled back and looked into Terry's eyes.
â€œWhat did you say?â€ he said.
â€œDonny... I...â€ Terry stuttered. â€œI'm flattered... but I'm not... I'm not...â€
â€œGay?â€ Donny finished. â€œI know. But I can fix that.â€
â€œDonny, you don't understand,â€ Terry said. â€œYou can't force people to fall in love with you.â€
â€œI already have. You're in love with me.â€
â€œNo I...â€ Terry hesitated. â€œI... I'm not. You've been using your powers on me when I sleep haven't you?â€
Donny hopped up on the gurney and straddled Terry. â€œOnly a little,â€ he said.
â€œDonny, my vision,â€ he said. â€œMy visions are about you! You've been dumping your powers into me and the bond is making me see the future through you! You're going to be kidnaâ€“mmmph!â€
â€œShh! Not so loud,â€ Donny said putting his hand gently on Terry's mouth. â€œWouldn't want Dean to hear us.â€
â€œMmm! Mmph!â€ Terry protested. He struggled against his bonds.
â€œShh, shh, shh,â€ Donny said. â€œYou'll be okay. Soon you'll love me.â€ He stretched his hand forward and touched it to Terry's chest. Terry quickly thought of blocking Donny's power's with his own. His brain thudded against his skull, his eyes burned like gold fire, and suddenly, a wave of energy, followed by a screech and a low hum ripped through the air. Donny was hit by some invisible wall of energy than threw him into the wall opposite of Terry. He felt the chains of the empath snap and crack. They all popped and hissed and he could see them with his mind's eye break and crumble, turning to powder and evaporating.
Donny sat up and looked around the room. When he spotted Terry, he looked down and started crying. â€œI'm sorry Terry!â€ he sobbed. â€œI don't know what came over me.â€
â€œI do,â€ Dean said as he entered the office. The boys looked up at the teacher who made his way to Terry and began undoing the straps. â€œWhen an untrained empath with as much power as you have, Donny, uses his gift to make someone else change who they are, he loses his grip on the power and it consumes him with primal instincts. In this case: lust.â€ Terry sat up as Dean undid the straps around his thighs and ankles.
â€œI'm surprised that you were able to break the link, Terry,â€ Dean went on. â€œDonny's the most powerful empath I've ever met. Even while his powers are as raw as they are, it's still incredible to see you undo what has been done.â€
â€œY-yeah...â€ Terry muttered, looking at Donny. â€œSo I guess this is all over?â€
â€œNot quite,â€ Dean said. â€œDonny is still going to be kidnapped.â€
â€œWhat do we do?â€ Terry asked, still staring at Donny, who was staring at the floor.
â€œDon't worry,â€ Dean said. â€œI have a plan.â€

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Post by king tugger » Mon Feb 07, 2011 7:25 pm

luv the story! even if tugs are not involved, please continue

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Post by ilikebeingtiedup » Tue Feb 08, 2011 10:20 pm

omg pleeeeeease continue!!!

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Post by Jack Smith » Wed Feb 09, 2011 2:03 am

I like it too. Keep writing please.

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Post by HandgagAzBoy1 » Thu Feb 10, 2011 7:11 pm

I hadn't written anything else, let alone planned anything after that. I didn't think anyone would like it. Thank you all for your comments. I'll try to post the final part by Monday. Thanks for reading guys and gals!

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Post by HandgagAzBoy1 » Fri Feb 25, 2011 10:57 am

I don't think I can continue this story. I've tried and tried, but I can't get anything to work. Sorry everybody.

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Post by Jason Toddman » Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:26 am

> HandgagAzBoy1 wrote:â€œDon't worry,â€ Dean said. â€œI have a plan.â€

> HandgagAzBoy1 wrote:I don't think I can continue this story. I've tried and tried, but I can't get anything to work. Sorry everybody.

Noooooo! You mean Dean LIED?!? Say it ain't so!
Just kidding. I know personally what it's like to start a story and then not be able to finish it. At least, here I do... though I never had that problem much before I started writing about TUGs.
If the rest of the story won't come to you, don't try to force it. Move on to other projects that are more appealing to you (writing or otherwse). Maybe someday when you aren't even thinking about it something will click, you'll think of something that works for you, and you'll want to come back to this story again (however unlikely that may seem to you now).
If it is any comfort to you, this kind of thing happens to even the best professional writers a great deal; I was never a professional writer (officially) but have worked with some people who were and occasionally did some paid (unofficially) ghostwriting for those with writer's block. The best and most prolific writers like Isaac Asimov simply moved on to a different work and often resumed the original story more happily at a later time. It'd be just that one idea they couldn't develop, whereas others proved easy and fun to do. Perhaps you just need to start a different story. Just find whatever appeals to you now and go with it.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...