## Kidnapping Andy

Post by asdf2e » Thu Nov 19, 2009 9:28 pm

Kidnapping Andy - Chapter 1
â€œShut him up!â€ the disguised figure yelled in a heavy Jersey accent.
â€œWait wait Mmmmmm,â€ Andy pleaded. He was an average built teenage boy, slender, no match for the burlier guys attacking him. Yet he was not one to give up. He tried to fight them off. It was no use. They had guns too.
As one masked man held the teenager, another close by stuffed something in his mouth, a gag. That shut him up quickly. Then they duct taped his face like crazy. Andy kept struggling, trying to prevent the tape assault. They just grabbed and pulled it tighter. Without any semblance of concern for his comfort. It was pretty brutal. In fact one had to mutter, â€œHeâ€™s just a kid, go easyâ€¦â€ Another snapped, â€œYa but a punk brat. Heâ€™ll have to tough it out!â€
So wrap after wrap was wound around his mouth. Duct taping Andy was a real process they subjected on him. Layers ran pressed down on his face from the bottom edge of his nose, over all the skin of his cheeks, covering the arch of his chin, going behind his head pressing down against his brown hair, even wrapped vertically going under his head â€“ his jaw area â€“ ultimately getting dangerously close to the Adamâ€™s apple! When they were done, only his eyes and part of his head of hair on top were left un-assaulted. It was an extraordinary sight; how extensively they â€œshut him up.â€ A mummified face.
Worst of all for Andy. Only seventeen but had proudly started to grow a light goatee. This made the duct tape over his face particularly painful.
â€œMmmmmmhhhmmm!â€ Andy grunted in fear as loud as he could but it was a mere gasp, barely audible. The gag in his mouth was completely filling him, preventing even his tongue from moving. Poor punk.
The two masked men flanking the slender teen threw him to the floor, handcuffed his wrists behind his back and placed a pillowcase over his head. â€œUse the tape,â€ he heard as the sound of more duct tape was followed by the pressure of it wrapping the cotton fabric of the pillowcase around his neck. It basically sealed his head and immediately took away his ability to see. He barely could breathe much air now too!
Hot, muted oxygen. Taking in his sweat and limited breathe racing in and out of his nostrils.
All three men regrouped, pulling their freshly restrained victim to his feet and darted out of the house. Andy was whimpering. Who were these guys he thought? They threw him into the back of a van behind Andyâ€™s house. The men removed their masks as they climbed in; they made sure they returned to a relaxed, normal poiseâ€¦ they were dressed in service uniforms. Their disguises. Professionals most likely. They calmly drove away, journeying out of the suburban street Andy called home.
Andy was handcuffed so getting his wrists free was a useless task. He laid on the floor of the van, breathing heavily, sweating like a pig. The air in that pillowcase getting heavier and hotter. Yelling for help was futile he knew. That makeshift hood made air a real fight. As they said he had to â€œtough it outâ€ no doubt. He knew his muffled yelps wouldnâ€™t draw attention. At various times when they were at stoplights, he thought about screaming as best as he could still. He laid there. He knew better.
It was a few minutes of driving and stopping and such when it dawned on him to just roll around, or even try to stand up. So at the next stop, he assumed a stoplight, he started rolling over, moving about, and attempting to stand on his feet. He knocked into something back there, making a lot of noise. But he was on his feet, trying to get to the back door. The van then suddenly took off, throwing him off balance back to the floor.
â€œTake care of that!â€ he heard. Then one of the men, jumping back, grabbed him. He pinned Andy down on the floor, on his stomach, easily holding him still with his weight. â€œThrow me some more tape!â€ the kidnapper yelled to the front.
â€œMmmmmm!â€ Andy groaned in anger. He was pissed off now, not caring his struggles made his air even harder to breathe.
â€œYou gotta lot of fight kid,â€ the man commented, seeming impressed. But still with a job to continue. Andy heard the menacing sound of more duct tape unwrapped. He felt tape wrapping his ankles, multiple times. His Vans were knocked off his feet. â€œPhew! Nasty smell,â€ the man muttered. â€œDoes your mom know you donâ€™t wash your socks?â€ He heard the others laughing up front. All of them laughed now. Indeed even Andy, with that pillowcase, could start to smell the faint odor of his Vans sneakers and dirty socks filling the air.
The taping continued. The sound of it breaking off the roll at times. More tight wraps around his legs, all up and down the lower half below the knees. He squirmed less and less now. That still wasnâ€™t the end. The kidnapper wrapped tape around his wrists, over those cuffs and between them, around the chain link. He pulled Andyâ€™s feet back and after at least ten, maybe even fifteen wraps, used the duct tape to hogtie Andy. He even added an extra few rounds crisscrossed so it pressed his wrists and ankles into his back and wrapped around his waist. â€œThis oneâ€™s spent!â€ the kidnapper said, Andy hearing the empty roll dropped to the metal floor. â€œBut this should do, ha hah.â€
And yup, it did. Poor Andy was uncomfortably, tightly bound up hogtied. He finally gave up fighting.
At some point he passed outâ€¦ the increasing trapped exhalation of his nostril breaths and sweating face just made things worse. It made him dizzy and weak. Passing out was within an hour of the ordeal.
By then they were likely out of the city, consistently driving on the highway. Off to an unknown destination.
to be continued.... (comments?)

### Re: Kidnapping Andy

Post by gagged-cowboy » Fri Nov 20, 2009 4:26 am

Very well written and interesting story. I would like to read more.

### Re: Kidnapping Andy

Post by asdf2e » Fri Nov 20, 2009 9:43 pm

> gagged-cowboy wrote:Very well written and interesting story. I would like to read more.

ya i think this one when i get the time will be the one i continue first... hoping you others who read will give me some inspiration for stuff in the next chapter
thanks!!

### Re: Kidnapping Andy

Post by tiedlad » Sat Nov 21, 2009 7:40 pm

Loved it so far, can't wait to read what happens next!

### Re: Kidnapping Andy

Post by chloroformmeplease » Sat Nov 21, 2009 7:56 pm

I do like your story and it is well written. I enjoy a good F/M or FF/M kidnapping story more but you do write very well.
Treat others as you wish to be treated. Having said that I will not sit idly by while someone is disrespecting another just because they think they are better than everyone else.

### Re: Kidnapping Andy

Post by asdf2e » Sat Nov 21, 2009 8:22 pm

> chloroformmeplease wrote:I do like your story and it is well written. I enjoy a good F/M or FF/M kidnapping story more but you do write very well.

ya i'm pretty exclusive m/m writing but hearing from you, considering my thing isn't necessarily yours, makes it even more flattering... so THANK YOU!

### Re: Kidnapping Andy

Post by italianarg » Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:34 pm

Awesome job dude, looking forward to more!

### Kidnapping Andy (Chapter 2)

Post by asdf2e » Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:17 pm

Kidnapping Andy â€“ Chapter 2
It was pitch black. Andyâ€™s face surrounded by trapped hot air. His panting for breath the only discernable familiarity. He was somewhere and hooded. Andy heard a commotion of young men coming into the room, wherever he was. They were laughing and making fun of him.
â€œWelcome!â€ he heard followed by a quick release of the nylon hood covering his sweaty face.
Gathered over him were a group of young boys, dressed in soccer uniforms. His teammates! They were in the locker room. Andy was half dressed, just in his shiny soccer shorts and long white socks. He had been tied down to the bench with athletic tape.
This was his initiation onto the soccer team. Andy was gagged with a knee brace held in place by ace bandage. But he was laughing, taking the rite of passage in stride. These were his friends. He knew how to keep his cool anyway. All good fun.
Oddly a player from the team he didnâ€™t recognize suddenly came forward and started slapping him. Huh? It was jarring. Even painful. It increased, the slapping.
â€œWake up!â€ a voice said, the vision once again unreadable. Another place now. Not black, just foggy. When his sight regained, still confusing nonetheless by the surroundings.
â€œWake up sleeping beauty!â€ again the voice said.
Andy woke up to the horror that he was only dreaming about the locker room hazing. It was a memory.
He was back to being a captive. Standing over him was a young man who looked Italian-American. He was short with a small frame but a tough faced kid with a pug nose. Thick curly black hair and brown eyes. Dressed plainly but wearing a hip pair of white skater shoes with black laces. He was no older than Andy but clearly â€œin chargeâ€ of the present situation.
â€œDrink this,â€ the young man ordered. He extended a soda can to Andy. Hawaiian Punch?
The young victim was no longer duct taped in a helpless ball or gagged. Just handcuffed with his wrists now in front. A mess of layered duct tape, stretched, cut and dampened with sweat was collected on the floor next to him. He had been cut out from it. In fact there were several rips in his clothes, still soaked in his own sweat.
Andy took the refreshment and it was an immediate relief. Plain water would be nice but Hawaiian Punch still hit the spot. The dry mouth from being gagged disappeared. The brave teenage boy still kept a vigilant readiness but felt his first semblance of comfort for hours.
â€œWhy are you doing this?â€ he asked looking up at the young man standing over him. Andy was on the floor, previously passed out on his side next to the tape remains.
The hoodlum only smiled and grabbed Andy by the handcuffs, forcing him on his feet. He led him through the room, what was a small storage room. Beyond a door he was taken to another room, much larger with windows. It looked like a warehouse but strangely had a small kitchen area in a corner. There were two other young men at a table playing cards. Also Italian American and full of energy as they enjoyed their game.
â€œHey Mr. T., whereâ€™s that bread and shit?â€ the guy holding Andy asked. The tallest young man at the table, a slender built rough trade looking guy, mumbled something. He called the detainer â€œJoe Joeâ€ but the reference was followed by some laughter. It was a funny exchange, as if they were playful nicknames they casually made up. In fact â€œJoe Joeâ€ said under his breath something about that being a cool name.
Joe Joe led Andy to the kitchen and prepared a peanut butter sandwich. He placed it in Andyâ€™s handcuffed hands and suggested he eat it. As he did, Joe Joe lit a cigarette standing watch closely. He looked Andy over too as he smoked. Andy was starving so eating the food wasnâ€™t a problem.
â€œStop playing with the burb, get back here JJ!â€ the other young man said. He was average height but stocky, a thick neck and huge chest.
â€œJoe Joe!â€ said JJ. â€œThatâ€™s my alias!â€ he finished, laughing along too.
â€œThatâ€™s a queer name. â€˜Joe Joe?â€™ What the fuck?â€ Mr. T scoffed. â€œLV, you like the name â€˜Joe Joe?â€™â€
The stocky boy, identified as LV, laughed and shook his head.
JJ relented and walked his handcuffed hostage over to the poker table game. The other boys noticed how sweat soaked Andy was.
â€œDid we pull him out of a river or something?â€ T asked.
â€œPlease.. what is this about? I donâ€™t understand,â€ Andy asked.
Again no response to his question. Just ignored. In fact after the thugs finished their banter with one another, JJ decided to gag Andy again. He tied a bandana around his mouth. Then JJ led Andy back to that storage room as the other two continued the card game.
â€œNo moving!â€ he warned as he uncuffed Andy briefly and recuffed his wrists behind his back. Andy was whimpering, even showing signs of crying now. Starting to get broken. JJ noticed. He eased up a little.
â€œIâ€™m puling that gag down for a bit so I can ask you something. Just give me answers. No questions dude! Iâ€™ll tape your mouth shut worse than that. Got it?â€ JJ warned.
Andy nodded. The gag was pulled down.
â€œYouâ€™re gonna be here a while. I have to cuff you to something but this fucking room doesnâ€™t have anything. So I gotta hogtie you or shit. Any requests?â€
Andy didnâ€™t understand. He risked asking the simple question, â€œWhat do you mean?â€
JJ laughed and shrugged, â€œAhâ€¦ Iâ€™ll just hogtie you. Whatever. Why do I give a fuck?â€
He started pushing Andy to the floor and Andy suddenly understands the question. â€œA chair or something. That would be better. Sorry.â€
JJ nodded and left briefly to the other room. He returns holding a standard wooden chair. He placed in the middle of the storage room. â€œSit there!â€
As Andy sat in the chair, wrists guided behind the backing of the chair, JJ started to produce rope in hand from a corner of the room.
â€œWait! Please,â€ Andy said. â€œWhat if I have to take a leak?â€ he asked.
â€œPiss in your pants!â€ JJ snapped.
â€œWell I have to go now,â€ Andy said sheepishly.
JJ looked at Andy, pausing. Thinking. Ultimately consenting to helping the poor hostage. He didnâ€™t want to deal with the smell of the urine while tying him up anyway.
He took Andy over to a narrow rusted metal gutter running along the floor next to a wall. He unbuttoned his jeans and dropped the pants. JJ pulled Andyâ€™s boxer briefs down and said â€œFire away.â€
Andy started to pee but it was jumping around, aimless. Not hitting the gutter to JJâ€™s frustration. Just making a mess. So he reluctantly decided to grab Andy down there and hold it for him. This startled Andy a little and he briefly looked at JJ. There was a quick, curious, uncomfortable exchange with one another. Then back to business for both of them.
Andy finished peeing so JJ could let go. Instead of pulling his jeans back up, JJ striped them off Andy. Leaving him in his white boxer briefs and t-shirt. Showing off his dirty white ankle socks too. â€œSo you donâ€™t soak your jeans when you pee again,â€ JJ explained about the pants removal.
Andy was shoved back into the wooden chair. JJ used the rope to bind Andy to it. His ankles, legs, thighs, stomach, rope around his chest. Lots of rope! Well restrained! JJ made sure the work was tight while asking Andy along the way if he was â€œokay.â€ Not totally evil Andy thanked to himself about JJ.
â€œDonâ€™t gag me,â€ Andy requested. â€œOk??â€
â€œI gotta. T and.. ahâ€¦. LVâ€¦ ha hahâ€¦ theyâ€™ll be pissed. The bosses are coming later anyway. Sorry!â€
JJ started to raise the bandana gag to Andyâ€™s lips as Andy continued, â€œJust not as tight then! It was pinching my lips.â€
JJ nodded and loosened the knot a little, returning to finish the gag.
Suddenly a voice yells out. Itâ€™s T. Heâ€™s angry. â€œJJ, youâ€™re a pansy! Stop babying this dude. Get back to the card game!â€
JJ left as instructed, clearly showing T was the one in charge. T came over to Andy.
T pulled a gun from his pocket and points it right into Andyâ€™s crotch. Pressing down, caving the material into his ball sack! It hurts too.
â€œYou think this is a fuckinâ€™ spa? Nice try!â€ he laughs.
â€œLetâ€™s use those notorious socks of yours. They stink. You need those in your mouth.â€
Andy pleads thru the bandana but T concentrates on removing the dirty socks. He pulls down the bandana, shoves both socks into Andyâ€™s mouth and holds his hand over it.
â€œMmmphhh!â€ Andy gasps. He can taste them already too.
Then T manages to unwrap some duct tape he had close by and duct tapes Andyâ€™s mouth shut. Once again, Andy is subjected to the cruel punishment of a tight tape gag. Now it includes having to â€œeatâ€ his used socks.
T slaps Andy on the face saying â€œThatâ€™s better!â€ and grabs the frame of the chair by the backing. Andy can only buckle helplessly in the chair as T pulls it across the concrete floor. Almost completely silenced by the gag that plugs his mouth, pressing down his tongue, Andy just moans.
T drags the chair tied teenager into the other room, puling him up to the table. Heâ€™s kept there are the three boys play cards, watching him. Every so often they laugh at the state of Andyâ€™s embarrassing and uncomfortable predicament. Even JJ to an extent, in between sympathetic glances.
Andy can only watch the young criminals playing their game of poker as he vainly tries to avoid tasting his smelly socks in his mouth. Damn duct tape!
Through conversation between the juvenile thugs, he learns another transport is in store for him. Theyâ€™ll be moving him to a new location. And it requires either knocking him out or making sure he is completely immobile and â€œmuzzled.â€ Its terrifying to hear the discussion and unbelievable how casual they are about it. When the other men return, theyâ€™ll have the van again for executing.
Eventually thereâ€™s the sound of the van pulling up to the building.
â€œItâ€™s time!â€ T says. They stand up from the table.
â€œHey JJ! Your call. How do you want your new friend?â€ T playfully asks. â€œKnock him out or mummify the bitch?â€
Andy breaks into a sweat, beads dripping down his face over his duct tape.
He doesnâ€™t want either to happen. But heâ€™s not in control. What is next?
To be continuedâ€¦
(any interested readers, post your request for whatâ€™s nextâ€¦ is he knocked out or mummified?â€¦. If knocked out, it will go right to a new situation in peril for himâ€¦ if mummified the next chapter will account that predicamentâ€¦)

### Re: Kidnapping Andy

Post by gagged-cowboy » Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:49 pm

Thanks for another chapter. I would prefer if he was koncked out.

### Re: Kidnapping Andy

Post by italianarg » Sun Nov 29, 2009 4:03 pm

Knock him out!

### Re: Kidnapping Andy

Post by tiedlad » Mon Nov 30, 2009 3:56 am

I love this story so far! Keep going! And I agree, he should be knocked out and face a new peril.

### Re: Kidnapping Andy

Post by asdf2e » Mon Nov 30, 2009 1:17 pm

ok knocked out it will be

### Re: Kidnapping Andy

Post by kidnapplz » Sun Dec 06, 2009 6:17 pm

What a great story. I wish i was Andy. Can you Knock him out please.

### Re: Kidnapping Andy

Post by mikeybound » Sun May 09, 2010 6:20 pm

ok, is this post dead? and btw, mummify the boy.

### Re: Kidnapping Andy

Post by Jason Toddman » Sun May 09, 2010 9:18 pm

I agree with Mikeybound - why rush the story? Mummify him and THEN he can face the new peril!
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Kidnapping Andy

Post by barefootethan » Sun May 09, 2010 9:25 pm

Add one to the mummify column.
Sweaty bare feet + tight ties = AN AWESOME FUN TIME!!!

### Re: Kidnapping Andy

Post by mikeybound » Fri Mar 09, 2012 7:35 pm

Really? No more? And I changed my mind. Knock him out!