Chris's Birthday Surprise (M/M)

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:12 am

CHRIS’S BIRTHDAY SURPRISE



Chris was *extremely* annoyed with his cousin Tim. Chris was just about to turn 15, while his cousin had only just turned 12. Tim was three years younger than Chris and wasn’t particularly large or strong for his age at all… but he was larger and stronger than Chris! A fact he liked to demonstrate at every opportunity. Tim couldn’t take on most kids his own age; in fact, other kids thought it was fun to tie him up or beat him up! But he could take on Chris (who couldn’t take on *any* kids *his* own age!), and thought it was fun to tie Chris up the same way others tied him up! It would have been humiliation enough to Chris for his brother or one of his friends (who were older and much bigger than he was) to do this to him! But for a kid three years younger and not that all that much bigger than he was to do this to him - in front of other people, no less - frequently filled Chris’s mind with thoughts of mayhem.

Chris’s friends and other relatives were no help; they thought it was funny for a 15-year-old to get ‘owned’ by a 12-year-old on a regular basis. Sometimes they just watched as Tim walked up to Chris, pinned him to the ground with ridiculous ease, tied him hand and foot, and tickled the hell out of him. Sometimes the on-lookers laughed just as hard as the extremely ticklish Chis did. They almost never moved to help him out of a jam until Tim was bored and walked away – often leaving Chris tied up where he’d left him! Only then would the others help Chris get untied – if they didn’t tickle him into hysterics themselves first!

Chris’s sister was supportive, but she was an adult with a home of her own and usually couldn’t be around to help him when Tim decided wanted some TUGs practice. His girlfriend Amy was also supportive, but she sometimes thought it was fun to tie Chris up herself. Not that he minded *that* quite as much, but there was no real help there either.

On the weekend before Chris’s 15th birthday, Tim had a field day with Chris when Chris had to sleep over at his cousin’s house for the weekend. The idea was for Chris (a responsible young lad despite a love for occasional mischief) to babysit Tim while his family and Tim’s were away visiting relatives in another part of the country.

But Chris was the one who got babysat - literally. The moment he was alone in the house with Tim for the weekend, his younger but stronger cousin wrestled him down to the floor and tied him up – and kept him tied up all weekend long. Even worse, Chris got tickled long and hard and frequently until he either cried or came close to wetting himself! And worst of all, Tim had developed the annoying habit of treating Chris like a piece of living furniture; preferring to sit on top of him while he lay on the floor rather than sitting in a nearby chair! Chris’s wrists were bound to his ankles, and Tim would use Chris’s propped up legs as a backrest while he sat on him– often for *hours!* - while watching TV or playing computer games.

Where was Jason Toddman when he needed him? Chris thought sourly to himself. Maybe *he* enjoys this, but *I* sure don’t!

All the same, Chris wasn’t set free until Tim’s own family were walking in the front door Sunday evening. “Don’t tell anyone about this, or I’ll tie you up a lot more often!” Tim threatened him with a cheese-eating smirk Chris desperately wanted to wipe off his face.

Then, on the night before Chris’s birthday, a strange and wonderful thing happened. There was an electrical storm in the area just a few minutes before midnight. Chris was running his computer after the rest of his family had gone to sleep and was writing PMs to several of his friends on the Canuck’s Stories of Tie Up Games Website he spent a lot of his free time on. He was telling his friends about his recent humiliating experiences with Tim. He wrote to Jason Toddman, Shane Bikman (aka Cricks5), Spiderlads, Wedgieboy14, and Naruto Uzumaki. The last two were Chris’s own age, and Wedgieboy14 admitted that he got teased a lot for being small and skinny also. Jason and Shane (aka Chase) were adults; Jason merely unhelpfully wished he could change places with Chris (I knew it! thought Chris). All his online friends expressed their support and wished they could be there to lend Chris a hand. But all of them lived far away from Chris as well as one another, and coming to help Chris was simply out of the question!

Lightning suddenly crackled right outside Chris’s house as he was writing to his online friends, and his computer flickered. For a brief instant Chris thought he saw a tiny humanoid figure six inches tall and made of bright swirling sparks standing on top of his computer screen and looking at him! Chris panicked for a moment in the fear that the electronics in his computer were getting fried, but the flickering stopped a moment later – much to Chris’s relief. But then a very strange message appeared in the Inbox of his PM profile precisely as the on-computer clock registered 12:00 a.m. It read:

I will help you. For the duration of your birthday, let distances between the physical forms now be closed for a time, as the distance between their hearts and minds have been.

Chris had time to read the message just once when it suddenly vanished from the computer screen. A moment later, there was another flash of lightning…

…inside Chris’s room!!!

Chris yelled in fright, dived behind his nearby bed, and covered his eyes for a moment against the glare. His ears rang like crazy from the horrendously loud clap of thunder that had resulted. After a few seconds, he realized that all was quiet again. And then, just as he was wondering why no one else in the house was checking on what made that awful noise…

“What the fuck?!?” exclaimed an unfamiliar man’s voice in apparent bewilderment.

“Where am I?” asked another voice; this one sounding like that of a teenage boy.

“And who are the rest of you guys?” asked another voice, also teenaged but older and definitely feminine.

Chris uncovered his eyes and looked around from where he huddled on the floor behind his bed; shaking like a leaf from the recent clamor and now hearing unfamiliar voices in his own room. He looked up over the top of his bed (which was directly between him and the voices he was hearing) and saw five people – two men, two boys, and a very thin young woman - standing around on the other side of it, looking around at his room in bewilderment. One of them caught sight of him for the first time and pointed him out to the others. Everyone started to look at him; not angry or threatening or anything – merely puzzled.

“Uh, hi kid,” greeted the largest of the five; an overweight, balding man in his fifties who wore a set of thick glasses. “Is this *your* room?”

Chris was dazed; the fellow spoke in English rather than in his native Dutch; he realized now that all of those he’d heard speaking had spoken in English. Fortunately for Chris, he could speak and understand English reasonably well from his foreign-language classes at school – although the way these people spoke it sounded rather different than the British style that he’d been taught. In any case, he understood the man well enough but, still being in a state of shock, simply nodded his head numbly without saying a word.

The man looked around the room, spotted a small pile of magazines, and looked at them quickly. “Hmmm… these are all in German… no, Dutch!” the man said quietly to the others. “Hmmm… I wonder… I say…” and here he looked over to the still-shivering Chris, “do you go by the name Chris12 online at a certain website by any chance?”

Chris’s eyes opened up wide and his jaw hung open in amazement, but at least he quit shivering. “Huh?! How’d *you* know that?! I mean… yeah, I’m Chris 12!” Chris replied as he hesitantly began to get to his feet – glad he was still fully dressed despite the late hour. “Who are you?”

“Well, you never knew my real name, but you know me as Jason Toddman,” replied the man with a pleasing (if rather goofy-looking) grin.

“What?” gasped Chris in happy astonishment. “For real? I’m not dreaming all this?”

“Not unless I am too,” replied the other adult man in the room; he was shorter than Jason, much younger, yet with not much more hair on his pate than Jason had. “My username was Cricks-5 – or Shane Bikman, now. But please call me Chase.”

“Cool!” exclaimed Chris. His fright having suddenly evaporated away, he jumped onto and over his bed to shake hands with these two, and to meet the others. The other three, all teenagers, quickly introduced themselves. All were known to Chris, even though he’d never met them before; these five were the same five he’d just been writing to!

Spiderlads was the next oldest in the group at 19. Her name fairly well fit her frame (though not her gender!). Even though, at 5’ 5” she was a foot taller than Chris, she wasn’t much if any heavier – and Chris wasn’t exactly a heavyweight for his height. Her eyes and hair were both brown.

Wedgieboy14 was Chris’s own age or slightly older. He was about the same height as Spiderlads and (being a boy) not quite as skinny as she was – though he was still quite slender (but healthily so) for a guy. He had blond hair and blue eyes.

Naruto was the same age and height as Wedgieboy14, but had a more solid build- being noticeably heavier. He was probably the most physically fit of the five though he wasn’t particularly athletic. Like Spiderlads, he had brown hair and brown eyes.

Meeting these five was a real learning experience for Chris – and for one another. None of them looked the way he had imagined except Cricks (whose picture he’d seen on the Tug site board months ago where he’d posted it before it had gotten deleted). He’d imagined Jason to be older looking (he looked more in his late-30s than his mid-50s) and thinner (wow, was he fat!), for instance. Jason seemed astonished that Spiderlads was a girl (then why aren’t you called Spider*lass*? he asked her a bit lamely). But, once they’d gotten over their surprise at being somehow teleported to the Netherlands, they felt to Chris as if he’d known them all his life. They even exchanged their real names and other personal details with Chris and one another.

At first, the other five were understandably concerned about how they would get home. All but Jason had too little money to pay for a trip home, and even he would have to use a bank’s services to get the needed funds in Euros. He had more than enough funds in his checking account to pay for a trip home for all five and offered to do so, but there was another problem to solve. As all five were essentially inside the Netherlands illegally (none of them were carrying passports, for one thing), they faced the possibility of arrest the moment they tried to make travel arrangements. But Chris remembered the mysterious message that had appeared on his computer before their arrival and told it to them in hopes that might provide an answer.

Chase and Jason arrived at the answer simultaneously and independently: As mysteriously as they arrived, they would depart again 24 hours later; the moment Chris’s birthday ended. They told the others this; and everyone felt assured that their stay with Chris would end with a safe return journey home. Once this conclusion was reached, all five agreed upon the other logical conclusion: All five of them had been sent to Chris for a reason – the very thing they all said they wished they could do for Chris but for the impossible distance between them. But this was impossible only before they had arrived in the flesh. Now that they were here, it was obvious *why* they were here, and what they must do.

Well, obvious to everyone there except maybe Chris. “What good will it do if you tell Tim to lay off me?” he asked with a bit of disappointment. “It’s great that you guys are here and I’m getting to meet all of you, but once you’re gone Tim will just go back to being a brat and make my life more miserable than ever!”

“Leave that to us,” Chase assured Chris with a grin. “I already have a basic plan worked out… but to make it work we need a little more info about your cousin Tim and the layout of your village. For instance, are there any abandoned, out of the way buildings around here that nobody goes to?”

Suddenly the door to Chris’s room was opened from the other side and Chris turned in shock and dismay. His mother was standing at the doorway and looking straight at him. Chris suddenly realized that he and his visitors had been talking quite loudly for the last few minutes, and their voices must’ve awakened everyone else in the house. Chris was dismayed; how was going to explain what five total strangers were doing in his room in the middle of the night? He was so dismayed that he was speechless; he simply gaped at his mother like he was a small child caught stealing money from her purse.

“Chris? Why are talking out loud to yourself in the middle of the night?” she asked Chris with the kind of long-suffering patience reserved for mothers talking to adolescent sons.

Talking to *himself*? Chris suddenly looked around the room in bewilderment and disappointment… everyone else was gone!! Chris was saddened; he’d have rather had to make awkward explanations to his mother than for his friends to turn out to be just a figment of his imagination.

“I – I’m sorry, mom!” Chris managed to stutter out. “I – I just woke up from a strange dream. Guess I was talking in my sleep. I’m sorry.”

Mistaking his disappointment for contriteness, Chris’s mother let the matter drop (not even asking why he was sleeping in his clothes), bid him a quiet good night, and closed the door behind her. Relieved that his mother had not made an issue of things, Chris sadly turned to look at the places where he friends had disappeared…

…only to see that they were back again!

“Huh?” Chris said with literally slack-jawed amazement; as surprised to see them again as he was glad. “Where’d you guys go?”

“Wow! That was cool!” exclaimed Naruto. “Did you see?”

“Uhhh… no,” replied Chris quite literally. “See what?”

“It was very interesting,” said Chase. “The very moment the door opened, I was thinking: ‘This is going to be awkward for Chris. I wish we were invisible and inaudible.’ And just like that, we *were*!”

“Invisible and in-what-ible?” asked Chris, whose English vocabulary was good but still no better than that of any other boy of fifteen.

“He means we couldn’t be heard either,” put in Spiderlads with a smile. “Sorry if you thought we’d abandoned you. But we’re back, and with no one else the wiser.”

“We also wished your mother would simply drop the matter, and she did,” added Jason.

“Neat, huh?” chimed in Naruto gleefully with a grin matching his online avatar’s.

“Uh, yeah. It sure is,” agreed Chris happily with a grin almost as wide as Naruto’s.

“Better than ‘neat!’ asserted Chase. “If we can make other such wishes come true – or even just repeat that same trick as often as we like – my plan is assured of success!”

“And while we’re planning… anyone up for a little TUGs?” asked Jason hopefully.

*****

Tim never saw it coming. One minute he was answering a knock on his front door, and the next thing he knew some kid he’d never seen before was shoving a pie into his face!

“Aaarrgghh!” he snarled as he wiped blueberries out of his eyes and hair to see who had done this. He thought certain that Chris had done this as some kind of prank. Instead, it was some other kid he never saw before who wasn’t very much larger or older looker than Chris himself was.

Wedgieboy14 backed away a few feet and made ludicrous faces at Tim, taunting him in English (which Tim understood poorly if at all), and gave him “the finger”. He then puckered his lips and made loud kissing noises. Tim was incensed with rage that this kid apparently thought he was gay. Seeing only a kid little if any larger than he was, Tim shouted a war cry, charged out of the house and charged his foe; intending to knock him down to the ground and pound the pucker right off his face!

Halfway to reaching his target, Tim tripped over something he couldn’t see; it felt for all the world like a person on hands and knees right in front of him – but he saw no one. He saw plenty of swirling stars though as he fell flat in his face on the lawn. Angrily he started to get up… only to feel the weight of a person or persons unknown suddenly pin him to the ground, grab his arms and legs, and start tying him up!

Tim started to scream for help as Wedgieboy14 approached him… and both of them suddenly vanished from the view of anyone else who might have around to see. Except that no one else was there to see anything at all.

*****

Tim found himself being rapidly but securely tied hand and foot. He was gagged and blindfolded by unseen hands, and the same unseen hands carried him away as he struggled fruitlessly. His cries went unheard and his struggles unseen by anyone else in his neighborhood, and he had no idea where he was being taken to.

Eventually, from sounds he could hear, he was taken to the inside of a house and tied into a wooden chair. Once his unseen captors were finished, his blindfold was removed and he saw five strangers – two men and three teenaged boys – looking at him. A more motley assortment of lowlifes and scoundrels could not be imagined, Tim thought to himself in his anger and fear. He wondered what these people planned to do with him. Judging by their looks – especially the two seedy-looking men – it probably wasn’t good!

“Well, we’ve caught ourselves a likely looking prospect, haven’t we?” asked the big guy with the glasses. “What do you think he’ll fetch on the black market?”

“Maybe 50,000 Euros,” replied the other man.

“Aw, I wouldn’t pay a cent for the little fuck-wad,” snarled Spiderlads.

“Could we beat up on him a little just to pass the time until the client comes to pick him up?” asked Naruto. “Please? I’m bored!”

“Naw, then we couldn’t get as much for him” replied Wedgieboy14. “His price would be lowered more than your share in the money we’d get for him.”

“I’d like to beat up on the little puke myself just for fun,” said Spiderlads. “But not if I have to give up my share of his price for it. Besides, what he’ll face is *much* worse!”

“Really?” asked Naruto skeptically. “Like what?”

“You’re too young to know stuff like that,” replied Chase.

“I wasn’t too young to help kidnap him or those other six kids we’ve snatched so far,” said Naruto truculently (making up the story of other kidnaps on the spur of the moment to make them all sound more ruthless). “Now tell me; what happens to these little fucks?”

Jason described in gruesome and graphic detail the likely fate of a young boy like Tim on the black market. Tim’s eyes opened wider and wider in pure terror as the fat man with the glasses went on and on… and on. His terror grew by the moment, while Naruto listened with utter fascination. What Tim did not understand was that Jason was now describing everything in Dutch – which Tim thoroughly understood but which Naruto did not – instead of English. The upshot was that Naruto did not understand a word of it while Tim was being given a crash course in sexual perversion.

Jason of course did not speak Dutch normally – but he wished Tim would understand him while at the same time Naruto’s innocence (such as it was for a 15-year-old American boy living in 2010) would not be eroded. And so it was. This was necessary for Tim to fully understand what a horrible predicament he was (theoretically) in.

Of course, Jason and the others had no more intention of selling Tim anywhere or otherwise harming him than they did of subsisting on an exclusive diet of eucalyptus leaves for the rest of their lives like so many koala bears. The idea was to frighten Tim so much that he’d be grateful beyond words for *any* way out of this fix!

Jason was describing a certain disgusting act that Tim would likely find himself doing before long (“It won’t be just a swear word any more, kid!”) when Chase decided that Tim had heard enough. “Right! Let’s take a siesta! The client won’t be here for hours!”

“What about the brat?” asked Naruto, pointing to Tim tied securely in the chair.

“Aw, that little punk ain’t going anywhere tied like that!” said Spiderlads. “No need to even guard him, and we all need some rest. Let’s go get some shuteye!”

Tim heard all five of his kidnappers tromp upstairs, and soon all was quiet. If he didn’t know better, he’d had thought he was entirely alone inside the house! Tim frantically tried to squirm free of his bonds, but it was hopeless. He was tied immovably to the chair in such a way that he couldn’t move anything except his head; even his fingers were covered in duct tape so that he could not even attempt to pick at the knots of his ropes.

Hours passed, and Tim’s fright grew and grew. Soon they’d come back for him, and sell him to that horrible man they were talking about, and the vilest things would be done to him! Tear filled Tim’s eyes; if only someone else knew where he was and saved him!! Anyone at all! He’d be their devoted slave forever!

Night fell outside and the room became steadily darker. It was almost too dark to see anything at all when Tim suddenly heard a strange noise nearby. He turned to look, and realized that someone was attempting to quietly slide open the curtained and shaded window beside him from outside. Tim stared at the window with wide eyes – not knowing if this was some new threat or his only hope of salvation.

Tim heard the window slide open, and in the dim light saw a small hand part the curtains and closed shade that completely hid the outside from view. Then a sneakered-covered foot appeared, and then a blue-jeans covered leg after it – and then a small, familiar figure all but tumbled into sight through the window.

It was… Chris?!? What was *he* doing here?

Chris looked around the room, spotted Tim, put a forefinger to his lips, and made a quiet hushing noise. Then he tip-toed the few steps over to Tim’s side and quickly removed his gag. “Chris! How did you find me?” Tim whispered in mingled relief and fright.

“Everyone’s been looking for you,” Chris said truthfully. Indeed, the entire village was looking for Tim by this time; but for some reason no one seemed to want to check this empty house – as if someone *wished* that they would not do so. “I just happened to be looking around here and saw your ring lying on the lawn outside and recognized it.”

Chris held up a ring; sure enough, it *was* Tim’s. By good fortune, Tim thought to himself, it must have slipped off his finger when he was carried here! Actually, unknown to Tim, it had been yanked off his finger by one of his kidnappers and given to Chris to provide an excuse for finding Tim without awkward explanations of how he did it! After all, once Tim had calmed down, he’d begin to wonder: since when was he related to Sherlock Holmes?!? That would be embarrassing for Chris at best!

“Now keep quiet! I’m taking a hell of a risk trying to get you out of here, you know!” Chris whispered. “You’d darned well better appreciate it!”

Tim nodded numbly but gratefully as Chris began untying him – but rather more leisurely than one would think for a boy who was in a desperate hurry to free his beloved cousin. He used the time to milk the situation for all that it was worth, so that by the time he was free Tim was profuse in his apologies for being so mean to Chris and effusive (almost to the point of being sickening) in his gratitude. He sincerely swore that he’d never pick on his cousin ever again, and would stand up for him in a fight forevermore. Any time there was trouble, Chris could count on Tim to back him up!

“Hey! The little bastard’s loose!” shouted the fat man, who seemed to have appeared from out of nowhere.

With a yell of pure fright, Tim ran to the open window and dove headfirst right out of the house through it like the Cowardly Lion from the Wizard of Oz. A small thump and a pained “Oomph!” could be heard by those still inside, followed by the sounds of rapidly retreating sneaker-covered feet and a fading, panic-filled “Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!”

“So much for his standing up for you in a fight!” Jason told Chris dryly.

“You think the little shit-stain has learned his lesson?” asked Naruto.

“I don’t know,” replied Chris with a casual shrug of his shoulders and a wide grin on his face. “But it sure was fun, wasn’t it?”

“You bet!” replied Jason, who’d been tied up by the others most of the day and was in Seventh Heaven as a result; he hadn’t been tied up in *ages!* “Say, we still have a few hours to kill before midnight,” he pointed out hopefully. “Anyone up for more TUGs?”

The others sighed, tied him up like he asked, gagged him too… and then Chris and the others walked out to celebrate what was left of Chris’s birthday somewhere else!

“Mm-mmm-mmm!”# declared a bound and gagged Jason.

# = Happy Birthday, Chris!
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Re: Chris's Birthday Surprise (M/M)

Postby Jay Feely » Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:53 am

Whenever I was a bad and annoying kid to my brother or sister, they would get people to tie me up to a chair as well, so I can relate to this story.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: Chris's Birthday Surprise (M/M)

Postby Chase Ricks » Sat Oct 16, 2010 10:06 am

You delivered it as well as I thought you would Jason. Good job indeed. Now my own imagination is saying it is time for a break indeed.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Chris's Birthday Surprise (M/M)

Postby xtc » Sat Oct 16, 2010 10:53 am

Good one, Jason. I'm glad Stevie allowed use of the pic.
Wassail!
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Re: Chris's Birthday Surprise (M/M)

Postby Chris12 » Sat Oct 16, 2010 11:04 am

Thanks for the story :big: love the pic

Re: Chris's Birthday Surprise (M/M)

Postby Footboy » Mon Oct 18, 2010 6:00 pm

WOW Jason!!!!!! that was a brilliant story :lol: :lol: :lol: i *wish* that when i start writing my tug stories i can be as good as that..... yes the pun is intended 8) 8) :lol: :lol: :lol:

Re: Chris's Birthday Surprise (M/M)

Postby Scottstud94 » Mon Oct 18, 2010 6:23 pm

Nice story! I love the use of real usernames/people on here!

Re: Chris's Birthday Surprise (M/M)

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Oct 18, 2010 8:58 pm

Chris liked the idea too. In fact he's already asked for a sequel! :lol:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
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Re: Chris's Birthday Surprise (M/M)

Postby Chase Ricks » Tue Oct 19, 2010 8:26 am

I will await a pm from you Jason instead of you replying to my post here in this forum. Would love to help collaborate with you for the sequel, with Chris and you of course saying so first.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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