## What Was and What Should Never Be

Post by mikeybound » Wed Mar 28, 2012 6:42 am

I was walking home from the village this Monday, and there was a van in front of me with someone in the drivers seat, and a guy stepped on to the street and started walking right behind me! They were just landscapers and nothing was going on, but feel free to take this in to TUGs territory! I like M/M intimate, but other than that, have fun with it. I want this alternative future to have me kidnapped and tied up to this day.

### Re: What Was and What Should Never Be

Post by mikeybound » Mon Apr 09, 2012 7:38 am

Really? Nobody?

### Re: What Was and What Should Never Be

Post by Canuck33 » Fri Apr 20, 2012 7:39 pm

Hmm, sounds interesting. I'm trying to get into writing again, would you like me to write a story about the landscapers in the van? (was it a black van, btw)? It sounds like an excellent set-up for a kidnapping. Any details you'd like me to add? What types are restraints are you into? I'm open to anything. Well, almost anything... PM me for any intimate details ok
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: What Was and What Should Never Be

Post by mikeybound » Sat Apr 21, 2012 7:37 am

Finally! I'm into rope, bandanas, tape. I like leather muzzle and plug gags. And chloroform is a plus. Like an almost knocked out haze.

### Re: What Was and What Should Never Be

Post by mikeybound » Tue May 08, 2012 8:24 am

Hellooooo!?!?! (waves)

### Re: What Was and What Should Never Be

Post by Canuck33 » Wed May 09, 2012 8:06 pm

Hey Mikey, funny thing, a while ago I started writing this story but I left my page open for too long so I lost everything. I didn't even save a draft. I was pretty upset so I forgot about it for a while, but seeing how you really cared about this story, I decided I should write something. Here you go:
WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE
It was a warm Monday late afternoon and Mikey was jogging in the village absentmindedly. He must've been jogging for 20-25 mintes because he was getting short-winded when he noticed the black landscapers' van slowing down to a halt behind him. Was he being followed? Weird, he thought.
When then van stopped, a short man in a black suit and tie walked out. He looked nothing like a landscaper. He was older, with slicked back hair and a mustache and looked sharp. The man called after him: 'Hey you! Do you know how to get to Sherbourne?'
Deciding this man was too old and frail to be dangerous, Mikey happily obliged and gave the instructions: ‘Keep going north, I’m not sure how many lights, probably five or six, then you will see an intersection...’ ‘Heh? I can’t hear you, son. Come closer.’ Meh, though Mikey as he jogged towards the elderly man. He was old, and probably hard of hearing, he though. Then suddenly, the back door slid out and a huge man jumped out. He was much younger, in his thirties, had black curly hair, dark eyes and a menacing goatee. He wore a black suit just like his partner, except he was about almost a foot taller and very sturdily built (so around 6’5’’, at least 220 pounds). ‘Don’t move,’ the hulk snarled. Scared senseless, Mikey lifted his hands and surrendered himself. God, please don’t hurt me, he though. ‘I have money, around $20, if that’s what you want,’ he mumbled, almost inaudibly. ‘SHUT UP! I’m not interested in your money!’ The larger man shouted. He had one of those deep, booming voices that could scare any insignificant mortal into submission. ‘Well, not if it’s only twenty bucks. Is he the one, papa?’ The old man inspected Mikey’s face and eventually concluded ‘yes, it is him.’
‘GET IN THE CAR!’ The giant shouted again. At this point, Mikey became disobedient, so the man simply grabbed him and threw him in the van. (Now Mikeybound, forgive me since I don’t know what you look like, but for the story’s sake, I will assume you’re much smaller than your kidnapper and therefore easily dominated.) ‘HELP!!!’ Screamed Mikey, and in response, the old man wrapped a soaking rag around his mouth and nose. The rag smelled sickeningly sweet. Chloroform! Damn it, thought Mikey, this can’t be happening. He tried to fight his abductors, but the chloroform was far too strong, and after only several seconds his mind began drifting. He fought to keep his eyes open, but his muscles betrayed him and out he went like a drunk. The last thing he heard was the revving of the van engine and the giant man chuckling menacingly on top of him.
‘Hey, wake up, spoiled brat!’ This time, it was the old man’s raspy voice he heard. Mikey opened his eyes very slowly; it took him several seconds to remember what happened and accept his surroundings. He was in a semi-industrial, abandoned basement room, with gray cement walls, several blacked-out windows, and no furniture other than several chairs and wooden cabinets. These cabinets were equipped with working tools – several saws, hammers, screws, just simple woodworking tools, but he had the chilling sensation those sick men intended to hurt him. He did not need to look down to realize he was tied up to a chair. He was still wearing his gray training pants, white socks, sneakers and windbreaker jacket. His ankles were taped to the legs of the chair in several layers of duct tape. His midsection was tightly bound in yellowing hemp rope, with his hands taped behind his back, palms facing outward. At least he wasn’t gagged or blindfolded, or both. He was scared enough as it was. The restraints were tight, but not uncomfortably so. He assumed they were going to keep him like that for a long time.
‘What do you want from me?’ He asked in the most unassuming voice he could master under the circumstances. ‘Well firstly, allow us to introduce ourselves. My name is Lorenzo Cesi, and this is my son Vince,’ the hulk nodded slightly in recognition. ‘Does my name ring any bells, young man?’
‘Cesi, Cesi, hmm...’ Mikey scanned his mind audibly, fruitlessly trying to remember the name. ‘No, sorry guys.’ Ouch, this isn’t going to be good...
‘HE’S LYING!’ Vince the Giant yelled again. In the small basement room, his voice echoed like an earthquake. ‘His parents must owe you at least a hundred K!’
‘Vincenzo, basta! Essere tranquillo, bambino!’ The old man snapped again. For a second, Mikey seriously believe Vince wanted to turn his face into a pulp using his fist. ‘I’m sorry about him, my son is a little angry these days, problems at home and such. Anyways, here’s the thing: We believe your parents owe us a great amount of money they borrowed for starting a type of business...what was it again?’
‘You mean the computer hardware store?’
‘That’s it! They sell computer parts, keyboards and monitor and random crap like that? Sorry son, I’m old and not technologically savvy.’
‘Yes. Well, they actually do more programming, my dad is a computer programmer and he worked in high tech for like, 15 years...’
‘That’s all very fine and dandy, but they owe us a little over one hundred thousand dollars and it’s been several months since the deadline we set them, yet they still haven’t come up with the money. Do you see where I’m going with this?’
Mikey became very angry. His parents were financially irresponsible, and as a result, he was kidnapped by their loan sharks who will now demand a ransom for his release. He tried to turn the blame onto them: ‘So you’re trying to tell me you led my parents a hundred thousand big ones, fully knowing they will not be apply to repay you? That’s a little irresponsible, don’t you think? And you’ve kidnapped their son as a form of revenge?’
‘I wouldn’t call it revenge, Mikey Smith...’ hissed Vince. His voice was even more menacing when he’s calm. Crap, he knows my last name! Thought Mikey. ‘We just really need that money, and if your parents weren’t going to pay us, we needed to put a little pressure on them. And you literally ran into my arms, who would’ve thought?’ Vince laughed loudly. I didn’t.
‘I see exactly what you did. I’m your prisoner, and you’re not going to release me until my dad pays those one hundred thousand dollars?’
‘It’s one hundred fifty four thousand, two hundred and seven dollars,’ Lorenzo corrected me, ‘and fifty eight cents. We’re going to hold on to you for as long as we need, eventually your parents will realize that they miss you and something will happen.’
‘Crap! And if they don’t pay, you’re not going to kill me, are you?’ Mikey pleaded.
‘As unbelievable as this might sound, we do not want to hurt you, son. We’re more worried about the police getting involved. We’re organized criminals; we have a reputation to uphold. If your parents dare to even think about calling the cops, you’re going to be sent home in a wooden box, do you understand me?’ Meanwhile, Vince noticed my ropes have been getting loose around my chest and stomach so he fastened them and tied additional ones to keep me secured to my chair.
‘This is not fair! Is there anything I can do?’
‘Mr. Smith, life isn’t fair, I believe you’re old enough to know that. Now we’re going to leave you here for an hour or two, and then we’ll have to ask you some questions, which you will have to answer. Vince, do me a favour and put the sleeping mask on him?’
The sleeping mask ended up being a black sleeping blindfold which Vince used to cover Mikey’s eyes. ‘Oh God, No! Take that thing off me! Please!’
‘We suggest you stop screaming, or else we’ll have to gag you too. Come on Vincenzo, let’s go.’ And there they left Mikey, bound tightly to his wooden chair, his hands taped behind his black, and a blindfold covering his eyes, disorienting him. He could scream for help, but he knew they were in an abandoned place, and he would only tire himself. Mikey had no idea how long his parents, or anybody else for that matter, would take before they decided to pay his ransom. All he could do is contemplate about his horrible fate, and hope that somehow he would be saved.
Should Mikey be saved? Or should Vince Cesi have some fun with him first?
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: What Was and What Should Never Be

Post by mikeybound » Thu May 10, 2012 5:42 am

I'd like some fun! And no, they don't know my last name

### Re: What Was and What Should Never Be

Post by Canuck33 » Thu May 10, 2012 8:12 am

Well, if they know your parents owe you money, they must know what their names are, they even know where to find their son. Those guys are pretty clever...
Sorry if it doesn't seem that great, I wrote and proofread this in about 30 minutes. Comments are welcomed.
With the black blindfold obscuring his vision, Mikey decided his best option would be to try relaxing. He was not in immediate danger, and even though his bonds were tight, they were not particularly uncomfortable. In fact, he was starting to enjoy the snugness of the ropes against his windbreaker jacket. He thrashed against his bonds, they did not get any looser, but the helpless struggling was a great enough source of entertainment. Then Mikey remembered his situation. This was a real kidnapping, and he was a real victim, he was blindfolded, and if his parents or anybody else was going to come up with the money, god knows what these mobsters had in mind. They looked like mobster, especially that Vince hulk...
After about twenty minutes, which seemed longer, Mikey heard heavy footsteps approaching him. ‘Ahhhh! Ahhhh!’ He started shouting unintelligibly, hoping for the threatening person to leave him alone. ‘Shut up, twig, it’s me Vince, your kidnapper,’ Mikey heard Vince’s voice clearly. Somehow, this information came as a relief to him. Why was that? This guy is a hardened criminal...
Vince sighed. ‘Look man, I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but my father’s business is not doing so well. Ever since he survived his heart attack, he’s been a little soft, and people are taking advantage of him, not paying his debts. That’s where I came in. I’ll be honest with you, I never killed anybody...’ he paused as if waiting for Mikey to comment, but he couldn’t think of anything to say except for a four-letter word.
‘I know what you’re thinking, my appearance says otherwise, but the truth is...I’m not cruel. I’m a big softie inside,’ he was now speaking to him delicately, almost intimately.
‘What the hell are you trying to say to me?!’ Asked Mikey.
Vince breathed deeply, ‘well, despite the circumstances or perhaps due to the circumstances, I thought I could offer you a little bit of, um...pleasure,’ he caressed Mikey’s cheek with his hand. ‘You have very nice skin; you’re a good looking guy.’
‘Thanks...’ mumbled Mikey. He was seriously confused right now.
‘My dad doesn’t know anything about me. He thinks me and Evelyn are still an item. Well, only for show really...’ he laughed softly. ‘You’re not going to tell him anything, are you?’
Mikey managed a very soft ‘no’.
Vince sighed, ‘Thanks Mikey, I really appreciate it,’ he was now massaging the side of his neck, below the ears. Mikey was pretty certain where this was going. He felt Vince’s warm breath close by. The next thing he knows, Vince was kissing him in the mouth. He started gently, tracing his lips with his tongue, slowly increasing the intensity. He hugged Mikey’s bound body, massaging his arms, feeling him. Mikey could only reciprocate with his lips, but he wished he could do more. At first the whole thing felt way too bizarre, but now it became extremely enjoyable. Mikey began picturing how this was going to escalate, but after five minutes, Vince pulled back and kissed him lightly on the cheek. ‘I have to go now, some business I have to attend,’ he said, his voice almost regretful. ‘I know you enjoyed this. I hope you don’t tell my dad anything.’
‘Or else what are you gonna do? Kill me?’
Vince started laughing. Mikey couldn’t help himself and laughed too. Vince waited for him to calm down and then answered, ‘Nah, but don’t push your luck. I’ll need to make sure you can’t talk,’ Mikey heard the rip of duct tape, and he knew what was going to happen. No point resisting. Vince wrapped the duct tape over his mouth and around his head twice. He looked at his work, and for good measure, decided to wrap duct-tape around the blindfold to secure it.
‘Hmpf! Hmmm!’ Mikey starting moaning loudly.
‘The more you resist, the cuter you look, man. By the way, you got a boner,’ said Vince. Mikey didn’t need to look down to know Vince was telling the truth. He felt it sticking up in his loose training pants. He wanted to ask: ‘When are you going to free me?’ But Vince seemed to know what he’s thinking.
‘We’re going to find out about the money situation. If all goes well, then you’ll be released. I’m hoping I can have some fun with you first, though.’
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: What Was and What Should Never Be

Post by mikeybound » Thu May 10, 2012 8:23 am

Liking it so far!