A brother for a brother M/M/M (new chapter 1st Sep.)

Postby DWilD » Sat Dec 26, 2015 10:09 am

Here I am, Richard "Ricky" Knutworth, walking my usual route towards my part-time job as a cashier, down an alleyway, as I always do, listening to the latest Ed Sheeran song through my headphones, what could possibly happen? Well, on any other day, absolutely nothing. Not today though.

Ok, I suppose it's my own stupid fault for going down an alleyway at this time of night, but hey, when you're 17 years old, on your school holidays, and your boss offers you double pay for the night shift, well you'd be a fool to turn it down. And as I said, I've walked down that alleyway hundreds of times, day and night, and nothing has happened before, so how did I know this was going to happen?

What is "this", I hear you ask? Well let me explain ....
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Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby mitchelaiden » Sat Dec 26, 2015 10:52 am

Glad to see another m/m story! The board is getting pretty dry of new mm stories.
Can't wait to read what comes next :)
Sock gags, underwear gags;
I don't care as long as they are well worn and sweaty

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby wataru14 » Sat Dec 26, 2015 9:55 pm

Good setup. I'm excited to see where it goes.

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby DWilD » Sun Dec 27, 2015 11:17 am

I was walking down this alleyway (had I mentioned this already?), minding my own business, when all of a sudden, a hand comes around covering my mouth, and I am pulled backwards, around a corner, likely to stop prying eyes and ears from inquiring, and I end up with my back against a wall, this persons hand covering my mouth still (but from the front this time, given that my back is against the wall), and worryingly, he had a gun pointing at me ...... specifically positioned right in front of, and pointing at, my crotch. It was easy for him to creep up on me like that because I was listening to music through my earphones which meant I had no chance of hearing the approach. Given my predicament, I was not about to scream out for help, and I could sense this person could tell this.

I could now see my captor face to face. Well, they were covered entirely in black clothing, and with a balaclava covering their face (when aren't captors dressed like this?!), so not exactly face to face, but you get my meaning. This person spoke. I don't know what this person said though, given that I had my earphones in, but the gun was being moved about, which to me most likely indicated my balls would be blown off if I didn't co-operate. To explain, my earphones were being covered by my hoodie, so it is understandable how he missed these. The puzzled expression that formed on my face was starting to anger my captor, but as their face got closer to me, they clearly noticed the earphones, and understood my confusion.

The hand covering my mouth quickly turned into a single finger touching my mouth, in a fashion to indicate that I must be silent. I nodded to acknowledge my understanding. The hand moved from my mouth, towards my right ear to remove the right earphone, but with their arm covering my mouth to ensure my silence. The movement was repeated with the other earphone, at which point the hand was firmly covering my mouth once again.

"Do exactly as I say kid, or your balls will be blown to fuckin' pieces!" the person (who by their voice sounded male) exclaimed, in a tone that was demanding, but not loud enough to arouse suspicion from passing members of the public on the nearby street, and that statement was one I was certain he would keep to his word. Given the likelihood of my balls being annihilated if I didn't follow his every word, I was keen to oblige. I noted he addressed me as "kid", which seemed odd to me, as I imagined, based on his voice, size and demeanour, that he was not many years older than me, mid 20-s at most.

Now normally, at this point, I would assume this was just a standard robbery, keen for my wallet, phone and any jewellery I had on my person, but this seemed different. This seemed more. This seemed planned - I mean, he was covered in black with a gun pointing at my testicles for gods sake! Then the final question was - Was I being targeted, or was this just the work of some perverted bastard keen to have his way with some kid?

"Now kid, there's two ways this can be done - the easy way involves your complete co-operation, the hard way involves chloroform. Your choice kid, one nod for the easy way, two nods for the hard way". What was my response? Well, at this point, I was shit scared. I nodded once.

"Good choice .......... Now, in my back pocket is a bag. Retrieve the bag, and put on the goods inside." I found this to be an odd request, but I suspected that since both of his hands were currently preoccupied, this was the only way to carry out the action. Given my feelings above, I retrieved the bag and put on the items inside - some handcuffs. I awaited the next instruction. " Now place your wallet into the bag. Place your phone into the bag AFTER you have taken your phone out CAREFULLY, stopped the music & put the phone onto silent, and put the bag back in my pocket." I undertook these actions, struggling since I was now handcuffed.

Whilst I was placing the bag in his pocket, he quickly pulled me off the wall and led me backwards, where soon he (surprisingly forcefully, given his size not much taller than my 5'10") pushed me, and I ended up falling into a van, hitting my head on its floor, which temporarily rendered me feeling dizzy.

My new best friend (a term I use incredibly loosely) takes this opportunity to pull my hood over my head as far as he can to blindfold me (the hood is big enough that the front can go over my eyes if forced), and sealed it with duct tape. I was also gagged with the duct tape wound around my mouth (in my opinion, too many times) - luckily with my hood up, no hair was harmed in the process. The handcuffs were taken off and, after being put face down, my hands were brought behind my back. They were tied together with rope at my elbows & wrists. Yet more rope bound my ankles together & the remainder of the rope was attached to the ropes on my wrists & elbows to form a hogtie. As a final punishment, tape was wrapped around my body, just above the elbow ropes, for further restraint. My legs were spread apart as much as possible, and were connected via restraints in the floor.

At this point, I was fully aware of what was going on, and was not liking the situation one bit. It dawned on me that I seemed lower than I should be. I had been kidnapped. I was in darkness, bound with no chance of escape, in a strangers van. I was scared.

"Have a good ride, Ricky". Those words took a few moments to register, as I was still getting used to my new surroundings. Something had been lowered above me, as if a false floor or something was now covering where I lay (This would explain the feeling of being low I mentioned), and the doors had been shut before I registered what had been said - Ricky! If I wasn't scared before (which I was), I was most certainly scared now! He knew my name! This was planned. Who was this? How did he know me? What was he wanting me for? It must be something serious to go to all this trouble. All these thoughts were going through my head as the journey went on. I did try to struggle - I don't know why though. I was scared, in darkness, bound, and getting increasingly tired the more I fought the restraints. I just wanted out. But that was clearly never going to happen.

I didn't even realise we had come to a stop when the 'floor' was lifted up above me. it must be soundproof I thought, since I felt, or heard, nothing before that point. I was lifted out and thrown on the floor, face up. My landing was less than ideal, and hurt like a bugger. I could hear a chair being brought towards me. The ropes connecting the hogtie were undone, and I was placed on the chair. My ankles were untied, and my feet were tied separately to the chair legs. The tape on my body was ripped off, and the rope around my arms was undone. My hands were untied, and handcuffed behind the chair. Finally, the tape was unwound from my eyes & I could finally see my new surroundings. We appeared to be in a disused warehouse. This is where I am currently situated, since the man left what seemed like hours ago. I may have fallen asleep, I do not know. I certainly will be soon if I haven't already - it's better than trying to work out what the fuck is going to happen next.
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Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby Onodera » Sun Dec 27, 2015 11:40 am

Really interesting first chapter :3! I wonder what will happen to him now and how did that guy know him x3!

I did liked the kidnapping scene, it seems to be really possible to happen IRL. The way that he was tied up and gagged was really good too, and all the descriptions. Loved the way that your character gave his opnions and feelings during all the process :3! Indeed a really great story and I cannot wait for the next part :3!
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Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby tiednw » Mon Dec 28, 2015 4:08 pm

Good start! Pleas continue!

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby DWilD » Sun Jan 24, 2016 4:53 am

It had now been a number of hours since I had been kidnapped. I had been in and out of sleep. But I somehow no longer felt sleepy. I could see hints of the beginning of daylight through the small, and few, windows that were in this warehouse. I was still in the chair, in the position my kidnapper had left me in.

I had been awake for (what felt like) an hour when the door opened, with my new best friend approaching me. He was now in casual clothes, jeans and a hoodie, and trainers, but with a balaclava still covering his face. I gave him a long, angry stare, not giving him the pleasure of seeing me struggle. He put a small bag down next to him.

"Look kid, you've been here for a few hours now, and I am imagining you're thirsty, and I bet you really need a piss. There is no hard way this time. There is the easy way or no way. The easy way involves some rules: 1, Absolutely NO talking. 2, You will be escorted to the bathroom with some restraints. 3, Don't try to escape. 4, Do EXACTLY as I say. What does no way involve I hear you say? Well, I'm sure you guess. No water, no toilet break. You thirsty? Tough shit. You need a piss? Well, you should've thought of that before you wet yourself.

So, comprende?"

My initial reaction was just to keep the angry stare I had maintained throughout his speech, but knew it was pointless. It would only make him angry, and well, I was indeed not only thirsty, but now realise I was in fact in desperate need to relieve my bladder, so decided to change my expression to a more cowering defeat, and a nod to indicate my understanding. This was not the time or the place (or indeed the setting) to upset my captor.

He reached into the bag to retrieve a bottle of water. He removed my gag, which had remained the same since I entered (well, fell into, to be more accurate) the van. I was able to consume the water, with his help of course, whilst keeping to the rules. Once this was done, my hands were uncuffed, only to be cuffed in front of me instead. My legs were untied from the chair, and some sort of leg restraints were placed on me, with just enough chain to enable me to walk with some sort of comfort. I was now able to stand up, a relief of some sorts having been on that chair for a number of hours. I thought that was the restraints complete, until my captor decided to place a collar on my neck. I could see where this was going.

My captor was now pulling me by the collar through the warehouse, and ended up in a grimy bathroom. I'm sure it was a nice bathroom at one stage, but had clearly been abandoned for some time. I needed no explanation on what to do next. My captor entered the bathroom with me, but he let go of the collar, choosing to step back, obviously just making sure I don't try anything stupid. Hey, maybe this means he isn't a perverted bastard after all - successs! (At least to some extent)

I managed to undo my jeans, and with one hand hold my jeans and boxers up so they didn't fall too far down, and the other hand .... well, I'm sure you can guess. Once I'd done my business and my jeans were done back up, he flushed the toilet for me (how kind of him!), let me wash my hands, and he was once again leading me by the collar back to the chair. I was restrained roughly the same as before, except the gag wasn't wound around my head so roughly this time, thankfully. He then silently left the room, with no words spoken since he very clearly explained the rules.

This was strange, I thought. No explanation. He didn't seem to want me for my body, so he must be keeping me here for another reason. It can't be money - my family have enough money to get by comfortably, but I wouldn't describe us as rich. He knew my name, so he must be out for some sort of revenge. But I'm not sure I have done anything to want to kidnap me ....... My thoughts were rudely interrupted by a very unexpected event ......

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby devon1029 » Sun Jan 24, 2016 7:55 am

What! Cliff hanger?! No!!! Why there :x :cry:
Sticks and stones my break my bones but chains and whips excite me. So tie me up and throw me down and show me that you like me

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby DWilD » Sat Jan 30, 2016 2:50 am

devon1029 wrote:What! Cliff hanger?! No!!! Why there :x :cry:


:D hehe I'm so cruel.

I'm glad you appear to like my story. I was loving your story (A long day .... ) - get back to writing it goddammit!!!

Oh, and expect more cliff-hangers to come (mwahaha).

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby devon1029 » Sat Jan 30, 2016 11:28 am

DWilD wrote:
devon1029 wrote:What! Cliff hanger?! No!!! Why there :x :cry:


:D hehe I'm so cruel.

I'm glad you appear to like my story. I was loving your story (A long day .... ) - get back to writing it goddammit!!!

Oh, and expect more cliff-hangers to come (mwahaha).


I know :( I've been avoiding it for no reason :worried: I guess I should be punished :spank; lol

And more cliff hangers!? One was bad enough :annoy:
Sticks and stones my break my bones but chains and whips excite me. So tie me up and throw me down and show me that you like me

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby cyrus6347 » Sat Jan 30, 2016 2:06 pm

This is a very interesting story indeed. :) Enjoying it a lot.

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby mikeybound » Wed Feb 03, 2016 11:37 am

Nice story. I'd touch up the grammar here and there, and I don't remember him being hogtied at all, but you have some good writing and great tastes.
Sorta hope they end up doing things "the hard way".

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby fratboydanny » Sat Feb 06, 2016 5:54 am

This is very enjoyable. And, it is always good to see a M/m story. I look forward to more.

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby DWilD » Sat Feb 06, 2016 8:37 am

mikeybound wrote:Nice story. I'd touch up the grammar here and there, and I don't remember him being hogtied at all, but you have some good writing and great tastes.
Sorta hope they end up doing things "the hard way".


Ricky was definitely put in a hogtie - 3 paragraphs above where he was released from the hogtie. And hopefully the odd grammar mistake is nothing major, because I do try and go over to check mistakes before submitting (without seeming like Captain Grammar, obviously .....). Glad you enjoy it though.

I'm in the process of re-writing the next chapter - I wrote it last week, but the damn system logged me off when I tried to submit. It slightly pissed me off.

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby DWilD » Sat Feb 13, 2016 2:34 am

My thoughts were rudely interrupted when I noticed what appeared to be a large screen being mechanically lowered from the ceiling a few metres in front of me. It must have been well hidden in the ceiling - then again, it is quite dark in here, given the few windows as mentioned previously. The screen eventually lowered firmly in my eyeline - he must be somewhere close to get it to lower so precisely. A few minutes had passed before the screen flickered into life. Eventually, some sort of recording started, but all that could be seen was a shadowy figure.

"H ... H ..... Hello. I'm ..... not really sure how to start one of these, so I'll start by saying that ... well ..... there is something I need to get off my chest .....because.... because I've been too scared to speak out. Well, not anymore, I don't give a shit what happens now ........ they have ruined my life, and the truth needs to be told!"

The (male) voice, which seemed to sound familiar to me, was speaking in a defiant, I don't care attitude, but also with a hint that he was about to embark on an emotional monologue.

" Those bastards at school have ruined my life - and why? All because I found them with a handful of drugs at school 2 years ago. The torture they have put me through ever since then has made me feel .... mentally, emotionally raped - though thankfully not physically. I'll be surprised if those wankers haven't ... well .... been getting off thinking about torturing me. I would detail the torture, but ... but .... I can't, it's too .... emotional. The videos .... the photos .... the threats .... have been too damaging against me to reveal what has been going on all this time, and I have been too scared about their threats towards myself and others if any of this ever got out. ... They have made me feel trapped, scared, depressed. I might have been putting on a brave public face, but every waking moment has become increasingly difficult for me to cope with. They have made me feel as though there is no way out of this hell. Well not any more! I feel I have now found a way out. A way out that will free me from this torture".

I was indeed correct in my predictions of this becoming an emotional monologue - This figure was sounding increasingly tearful, and his few last sentences made me fear I knew what was about to be said next. A simple sentence confirmed my fears.

"Take this as my suicide note. Goodbye."

At this point, even I was starting to become emotional - the emotion in his voice was as if you could feel his pain, the pain of two, long torturous years at the hands of these "bastards". The figure moved - his face came out of the shadows, into full view of the camera to turn it off, and I could now see who was talking. My eyes widened when I realised the identity of the figure - I knew his voice sounded familiar!

My mind was now all over the place trying to take in all that I had just watched. Thinking this through, the pieces of the jigsaw were starting to come together over past events, but one question still stood out - what does this have to do with me?

During this time, the screen had been retracted back into the ceiling, but I was too busy to notice, too busy to notice in fact that my captor had now returned and was standing over me.

"Remember the rules" he said as he undid my gag. "Now, I'm sure the video has put many questions in your head.......".

"Look, I dunno who you are, but I had nothing to do with that". I immediately regretted saying this looking at his reaction.

"SHUT UP YOU FUCKING IDIOT" A punch to the chest swiftly followed, with my natural reaction meaning I leant forward as much as my restraints allowed me, because it was a bloody painful punch! I supposed I deserved it. I noticed my captor had a tinge of emotion towards those words, and the punch was almightily strong for a man of his stature - he must have been close to the guy in the video.

"Look, I know it wasn't you, and it is ONLY because of this, and because you seem genuinely shocked at the contents of the video, that it was only a punch you received for disobeying my rules. Count yourself lucky kid, because there will be no second chances. Trust me, I was certainly not going to disobey him anytime soon if that punch was me being lucky.

"Oh, and have you still not worked out who I am yet?" My captor took his balaclava off to reveal himself - of course, this is all starting to make sense now. It's ..........

"Now ..... this is what is going to happen ........."

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby DWilD » Sat Feb 13, 2016 2:40 am

:quirk:
devon1029 wrote:
DWilD wrote:
devon1029 wrote:What! Cliff hanger?! No!!! Why there :x :cry:


:D hehe I'm so cruel.

I'm glad you appear to like my story. I was loving your story (A long day .... ) - get back to writing it goddammit!!!

Oh, and expect more cliff-hangers to come (mwahaha).


I know :( I've been avoiding it for no reason :worried: I guess I should be punished :spank; lol

And more cliff hangers!? One was bad enough :annoy:


How's this next part for you devon1029? This must be your idea of torture ....... or is it ........? :quirk:

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby devon1029 » Sat Feb 13, 2016 4:13 pm

DWilD wrote:How's this next part for you devon1029? This must be your idea of torture ....... or is it ........? :quirk:


You're evil! You can't just tease me like that and then walk away! :cry:
Sticks and stones my break my bones but chains and whips excite me. So tie me up and throw me down and show me that you like me

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby Sniffmyfeet » Sat Feb 13, 2016 10:20 pm

This story is exciting. I have absolutely no clue where DwilD will lead us with this story. Poor Ricky!
bondage /'bɒndɪdʒ/ noun & verb. ME.
A The condition of being bound or tied; fig. subjection to authority, constraining force, or obligation. LME.
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spec. Sadomasochism involving binding, handcuffing, etc. M20.

(SOED, 6th ed.)

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby DWilD » Sat Feb 20, 2016 10:54 am

devon1029 wrote:
DWilD wrote:How's this next part for you devon1029? This must be your idea of torture ....... or is it ........? :quirk:


You're evil! You can't just tease me like that and then walk away! :cry:


:big: I aim to please.

I can just imagine you, reading this story on your computer, and you kneeling (as if you are talking to me through the computer), begging for the cliff-hangers to end. This sight pleases me, knowing I am putting you through so much torture :P

Expect as much teasing as I can possibly think of (just to torture you, of course!) *evil laugh, evil grin, evil EVERYTHING*

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby DWilD » Sat Feb 20, 2016 2:18 pm

"I'm sure you are well aware by now that the figure in the video is ..... *sigh* ...... was ....... Nate Cray. He is my wonder ..... *sigh* .... was ..... my wonderful, caring little brother. A brother I was extremely close to. A brother that I loved with all my heart, and I know he felt the same about me."

At this point, I was preparing myself for another emotional monologue, hoping I would be strong enough not to show my emotional side to my captor.

"When I was told he had committed suicide, it was a total shock, for myself, our family and his friends. It was totally unexpected - I mean, why would he hang himself on a tree in the local park during the middle of the night ........ and then this video came addressed to me, the day he was found. I was a total wreck after I had watched the video - it's a good thing our parents weren't in when I watched it, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hide it - the truth. If only Nate had told me - I could have done something. I felt like I had failed as a big brother, as I had been unable to protect him. I realised he planned this - he sent it to me, to arrive on that day , on purpose. He meant for it to be our little secret. No one else has seen this video, because he wanted me to get revenge on these bastards for what they have done."

For reference, Nate was in my year at school. We weren't particularly friends, but occasionally talked to each other. It is true that his suicide last year was a total shock to everyone. No-one expected it. As he mentioned in his video, he didn't seem at all nervous, scared or whatever in public, but he clearly was feeling different inside, for now obvious reasons. His suicide was treated as unexplained - it was decided the stress of his upcoming GCSE exams were the cause of his suicide. It was explained that this outcome is more common than everyone thinks. Now having seen this video has certainly opened my mind. His brother Jamie was 2 school years ahead of us, meaning he was in the final year of 6th form at the time, and now out of 6th form.

They were clearly very close siblings, so could understand the anger & frustration he felt following the terrible incident last year. Oh Jesus Christ, I'm suffering from Stockholm Syndrome - I'm feeling sadness & empathy towards Jamie! Anyway ......

"Ever since I have known the truth, I have been on the search for information on who these bastards are, and what they did to Nate. Unknown to me, Nate had left a diary of his torture in his bedroom, in a place he knew only I would find it - that is how close we are. He didn't reveal the identity of his torturers, but other clues, along with my own personal investigations, have meant I now know who they are. It seems there were three people involved - one 'leader', and two who were more like 'followers'. I won't bore you with all the details, but I have managed to ....... convince the two followers into revealing what really went on, and they were even kind enough to spill the name of the 'leader' to me. I mean, I knew all this information anyway, but they didn't know that, and it's nice for others to confirm what I knew ..... anyway you, Ricky, are going to help me bring revenge on this bastard 'leader'....."

Wait, what????? was my immediate thought as my head perked up out of shock.

"Ah good, I see you have my full attention now" He smiled now, clearly happy at my sudden reaction, as if expecting it. " That's right Ricky, you are going to help me take out my full revenge , because if you don't co-operate, you WILL die (at this point he was pointing towards a gun-shaped object in his jacket, meaning this is an action I was very sure he would undertake!). Plus, you won't even realise what you are doing..."

He said this last sentence with a sort of wry smile, he has clearly got a detailed plan, which worried me immensely - I mean what does his last sentence even mean?????????

"So, any questions?"

Oh, I had many, but wasn't sure if this was a trick (given his previous rule of no talking, and his threat if I talked again after last time), or he was genuinely wanting me to ask questions. Something told me the latter, so, after a brief pause, I decided to take the plunge.

"Yes. Why me?"

"Ah, a predictable question at this stage. ...... Well, Ricky, you don't know how important you are at this stage. But trust me, you'll soon understand why you - I don't wanna give the game away too soon". Again, a wry smile from Jamie. ".... although I would have thought a clever chap like you would have figured it out by now......"

My earlier fears of Stockholm Syndrome symptoms (try saying that when pissed :) ) were now no longer appropriate as I was now feeling the exact opposite - anger and hatred - I feel as if now he just mocking me, I didn't know whether he meant his clever chap quote in a serious manner, or if he was just pissing me off, trying to get me angry.

"WHY ME JAMIE?????????"

"Oooooh feisty, I like it!" He was loving this, and I was trying (not completely successfully) to ignore his games. "As I said, you'll find out soon enough, but think about it, what vital piece of information haven't I told you yet?

........

...... think about that for a minute, while you staaaaaaaaaarrrrrrtt tooooooooo feeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllll drowwwwwwwwwwwwsyyyyyy, aaaaaaa lossssssssss offfffffff vissssssionnnnnnn ............... annnnnndddddddd ........ tooooooooo ......... slllleeeeeeeeeeeeee ..........."

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby DWilD » Sat Feb 20, 2016 2:24 pm

devon1029 wrote:
DWilD wrote:How's this next part for you devon1029? This must be your idea of torture ....... or is it ........? :quirk:


You're evil! You can't just tease me like that and then walk away! :cry:


Sorry devon1029, it seems I've put more cliff-hangers in this most recent chapter. Oh no wait, I'm NOT sorry :). My evil knows no bounds mwahaha.

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby xtc » Sat Feb 20, 2016 3:25 pm

Keep it up. So far - so good.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby devon1029 » Mon Feb 22, 2016 8:08 pm

DWilD wrote: Sorry devon1029, it seems I've put more cliff-hangers in this most recent chapter. Oh no wait, I'm NOT sorry :). My evil knows no bounds mwahaha.


If I could reach you in person, you'd get tied up and spanked! :spank; :bondage:
Sticks and stones my break my bones but chains and whips excite me. So tie me up and throw me down and show me that you like me

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby DWilD » Sat Feb 27, 2016 2:09 pm

devon1029 wrote:
DWilD wrote: Sorry devon1029, it seems I've put more cliff-hangers in this most recent chapter. Oh no wait, I'm NOT sorry :). My evil knows no bounds mwahaha.


If I could reach you in person, you'd get tied up and spanked! :spank; :bondage:


Oooooh, I don't know if I should be excited or terrified by this prospect ........

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby devon1029 » Sat Feb 27, 2016 11:14 pm

DWilD wrote:
devon1029 wrote:
DWilD wrote: Sorry devon1029, it seems I've put more cliff-hangers in this most recent chapter. Oh no wait, I'm NOT sorry :). My evil knows no bounds mwahaha.


If I could reach you in person, you'd get tied up and spanked! :spank; :bondage:


Oooooh, I don't know if I should be excited or terrified by this prospect ........


Maybe a little of both :roll:
Sticks and stones my break my bones but chains and whips excite me. So tie me up and throw me down and show me that you like me

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby DWilD » Mon Mar 28, 2016 12:01 pm

In the supermarket:

"Hey Ryan"

"Hey Mike, How's things?"

"Yeah good thanks mate. I'm glad I've caught you, Ricky didn't come into work yesterday evening - you don't know anything about that do you?"

"Hmmmm, that seems strange, he never said anything about changing shifts, he always does the Friday night shift ......... let me ring him, see what he says"

"........................"

"Hmmmmm, no answer ........... he's probably asleep or something ........ Once I contact him, I'll let you know - I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation. Sorry Mike, can't chat, got things to do, hint why I'm out shopping this early In the morning!"

"Yeah thought it was far too early for you! I've got work to be doing anyway. Thanks anyway Ryan, appreciated, I'll let my manager know".

A short while later, in his car:

*[Beep Beep]*

A text from Ricky - "I need to see you Ryan urgently. Your house 20 mins OK?"

"Yeah sure. You OK Ricky?" was Ryan's reply.

Ryan drove to his house, increasingly concerned. Everything was so out of character for Ricky - the missed shift, the text, even the fact that there was no reply to the text when Ricky reached his house. Ryan was convinced something dodgy was up. He stopped the car outside his house - nothing out of place so far. He took his bags of shopping and approached the window of his house, and could see Ricky inside, on the sofa. He seemed, well, normal. He approached the door and put the key in the lock. He opened the door , and that's when ........

....... nothing happened. Ryan was increasingly expecting some burly bloke dressed in black to jump him and kidnap him. But nothing happened as of yet. Ryan brought the bags in, closed the door and popped his head into the lounge to see Ricky on the sofa, in silence, though slightly dazed looking.

"I'll be with you in a minute Ricky, just need to get rid of these bags". No reply. Ryan took this opportunity to scan the rest of his house for anything suspicious. He checked every room, every cupboard in every room ....... and nothing (and more importantly no one) was out of place. Ryan decided at this point he was being ridiculous, and that there was nothing to worry about.

"So .... Ricky, tell me, what's so urgent? Mike told me you weren't at the store last night - is this what you want to talk to me about"

"Partly, yes. ......... I don't know how to start this ....... I found out something last night, something ...... disturbing"

"You OK bruv?" Ricky was staring straight ahead to the wall, almost trembling with fear. I knew something was up.

"No, not really.......... I need to make a drink, it'll calm my fears"

"Do you want me to make them Ricky, you don't look in a fit state to be in charge of a ket......"

"NO RYAN, I WANT ....... I want to make it myself - as I said, I'll feel calmer after making it....

.....

..... I'm sorry Ryan, I'm just not feeling myself this morning".

Usually, I would insist on doing this myself for guests, but I wasn't going to argue with Ricky in his seemingly fragile state of mind. I followed him into the kitchen to make sure he was OK and didn't hurt himself. He seemed very protective over the cups, but I wasn't keen to start an argument, for reasons already mentioned, so I stood back and watched from a distance.

Back in the lounge, I was keen to know what was worrying him.

"Ricky, seriously what's up? You're starting to worry me now - as you said yourself, you're not feeling yourself this morning, but I think it's more than that ......."

A long pause ensued before Ricky spoke up, although after some sips of drink, he seemed to calm a bit.

"I found something out last night ...... about somebody who was in my year at school."

"Right ..... OK ........" I wasn't really sure where this was going, or why this was causing him so much distress, but I continued to listen and not question anything at this point.

"Do you remember that kid at school? I can't remember his name .......... he was in my year as school ......"

"You're going to have to expand on that a bit Ricky ......"

"Nate I think his name was ....... he was the one that ..... comm.....

...........

...........

...........

"RYAN ...... are you listening to me ......."

At this point, I was starting to feel ... unwell. I was losing concentration, feeling drowsy ..... Ricky shouting my name temporarily brought me back to reality, so to speak.

"yeah, yeah ..... sorry Ricky, just feeling a bit dizzy that's all ... errrr how long have you been talking?

"Oh not long ... anway, abou ......."

At this point, I stood to get another drink - I had already finished my drink as I was really thirsty this morning. In my thirst, I had forgotten I often feel ill if I drink too quickly, although admittedly, I had never felt this bad. I stood up quickly, so that quickly that I felt even more dizzy, to only collapse straight on the floor. Before I fell unconscious, I heard Ricky on the phone, to 999.

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby DWilD » Sun Jun 26, 2016 6:59 am

I came to - I was very dazed, confused, trying to remember anything that had happened to me. I didn't seem to have energy, I was struggling to open my eyes. What had happened? Where was I?

My eyes were still closed - I concentrate better that way - and my memory was slowly coming back to me. I was at the supermarket, my friend told me my brother Ricky had not turned up for work. Ricky called me saying he had something to tell me. I went home, concerned something was wrong with Ricky. He started explaining, when I started to feel queasy. I stood up ..... and don't remember anything after that. I must've blacked out at this point. Oh no, I remember one more thing - I seem to remember Ricky picking up his phone, calling 999. Oh few, that must mean I'm in hospital ........

..... it was at this point I realised all was not what it seems, as I was by now regaining my full conscience.

I opened my eyes .... and all I could see was black. I must be blindfolded. It was then I tried to move. I couldn't. I was then I tried to talk. I couldn't.

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I felt like I was sitting on a chair. I could feel my hands taped to the arms of the chair. I could feel my torso roped to the chair. My legs and ankles were taped to the chair legs. I had what felt like a ballgag in my mouth, and something covering my eyes.

I tried in vain to escape this situation, but my struggling was of no use. The bindings didn't feel particularly strong, but I was still feeling weak from earlier events.

OH SHIT! What about Ricky. Where is he? Is he OK? What happened, what ..........

"I see you are awake Ryan" .........

Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby DWilD » Sun Jun 26, 2016 7:48 am

The voice, which seemed remarkably close to me, startled me - I must have been so engrossed in my thoughts I had not sensed anyone around me.

"I imagine you have many questions in your head - why are you tied up? who tied you up? where are you?, maybe more. Well, those questions will be answered, all in good time. First however, I imagine you are thirsty - would you like a drink of water?"

I nodded my head

"OK, but be clear they are ground rules and MUST be obeyed, or there will be punishments. I will ungag you - for what length of time is determined by your behaviour and ability to follow the rules. Unless requested to by myself, you MUST NOT TALK. You must answer any questions with the truth. You must address me as Master or Sir. Any request for removal or any restraint will be punished. Only I decide when/if any restrains are removed. Any rule broken will mean punishment for you. Understood?"

I nodded again, seeing I really had no other choice. I could sense he was smirking - he must be some sadistic arsehole who is clearly enjoying this. My gag was removed and a water bottle placed to my lips. I drank enough, and signalled I was happy. The bottle was taken away, and a strange silence commenced. I was expecting him to re gag me as soon as I was finished, but he didn't. I realised he must be waiting for a response from me.

"One question". My captor requested.

"Why am I here". Silence. Then, out of the blue, a punch to my chest. I screamed in pain.

"Why am I here ..... what?" was my captors response.

Oh shit, those rules!

"Is that rule really needed ......." These words just came out of my mouth - I spoke before I thought. I immediately regretted saying that, but it was too late, as I felt a kick to the chair, which toppled over backwards, and I hit my head on the ground as a result.

"ARE YOU FUCKING DISOBEYING ME, BOY?????"

"N ... N ...... No Sir" was my weak, frightened response.

"Good boy. Now, we can see how angry I can get, are you going to keep disobeying me?"

"No Sir".

"Good. Now since I'm feeling especially generous, I am giving you ONE last chance. Be warned there are no second chances with me boy. ONE question"

"Why am I here ...... sir?"

"hehehe, I'm oh so glad you asked that question, and well, since you asked so nicely, eventually, let me show you......." With this, he removed my blindfold. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light, and what stood before me was not what I was expecting.
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Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

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Re: A brother for a brother M/M/M

Postby Nicktie » Thu Jul 21, 2016 3:17 pm

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