## 'In Dutch' with Chris12's Cousin Tim MMMMM/MM

Post by Jason Toddman » Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:04 am

â€˜IN DUTCHâ€™ WITH CHRIS12â€™S COUSIN TIM
(A sequel to the story â€œChrisâ€™s Birthday Surpriseâ€)
Author's Note: All personal details given about Wedgieboy14 and other characters in this story are entirely fictional and have no basis in reality.
Chris was as happy as he was mischievous. After his recent birthday, his cousin Tim had been treating him a lot better than he had been. Although almost three years younger than Chris, Tim was a bit larger and stronger and had become fond of tying Chris up and placing him in utterly humiliating situations. Chris might have gotten more sympathy from family and friends if in fact he wasnâ€™t so fond of causing mischief himself. But letâ€™s face it; people thought it was just comeuppance for Chris when someone else tied him up and tickle tortured him half to death. Sometimes even passers-by got involved - by helping his tormentors rather than rendering him any assistance. Chrisâ€™s reputation as a bit of a troublemaker â€“ albeit a cute one â€“ had spread far and wide long before now.
For now the shoe was on the other foot. After a little timely assistance from a mysterious computer entity and a few of his online friends, Tim had gone from being the bane of Chrisâ€™s existence to being his virtual slave. Heâ€™d been kidnapped by five strangers and deceived into believing that he was going to be sold into some kind of horrible slavery overseas somewhere. He had also been led to believe that this awful fate was averted only by the timely intervention of Chris himself, who had entered the house where Tim was being held and freed him (at great personal risk, Chris was careful to emphasize).
Tim had fled to his home, and only then realized that he had (as far as he knew) thoughtlessly abandoned his own cousin to the fate Chris had just rescued him from. But when Tim got home and began trying to get help for Chris from his family, Chris himself showed up â€“ glibly explaining that heâ€™d managed to escape and that Timâ€™s kidnappers had fled the scene. Subsequent investigation turned up no clues as to the kidnappersâ€™ identities; not even a single fingerprint. But plenty of evidence (such as pieces of rope Tim had been tied with) was left to show that Tim had indeed been held captive at the abandoned house at the edge of town, and Chris was duly commended by one and all for his heroism in rescuing his cousin.
Now Chris had it made. Everyone thought he was a hero, and he was being treated nicely by everyone. His brother and friends began to brag about knowing him (instead of laughing almost ruefully about it), did nice things for him, and stopped tying him up for fun. His girlfriend Amy was as proud of him as could be â€“ and showed it in a great many delightful ways that (unfortunately) are no part of this story. But best of all, a chastened Tim (perhaps pressured by everyone else) apologized for being so mean to Chris before and â€“ in order to win full forgiveness â€“ agreed to practically be his slave from now on.
Unfortunately for Chris, his mischievous streak soon spoiled a good thing. At first he simply had his cousin fetch and carry things for him (â€œCould you go get me a soda from the â€˜fridge?â€ Carry my books to school for me, would you?â€ â€œLet me borrow that new computer game from youâ€). Then he decided that a few TUGs were in order, and heâ€™d tie Tim to a tree in some public place and leave him there for others to laugh at. Eventually, less than a month after his â€˜rescueâ€™, Tim was being run so ragged by his rescuer than he began to believe heâ€™d have been better off with his kidnappers!
Tim began grousing about the unkind whims of Fate to a few of his own online friends late one night when an electrical storm (unusual for November) came through the area. Tim was so busy on his computer that he never noticed the storm until a crash of thunder right outside his bedroom window brought it forcefully to his attention. This was because (1) the flash was blindingly bright, (2) the clap of thunder was deafeningly loud, and (3) all the power went out of the house and throughout the neighborhood, leaving Tim in the dark.
The, as Timâ€™s vision began to recover, he noticed that his computer was shooting sparks!
Tim muttered an expletive in Dutch, fearing his computer might have been damaged â€“ if not completely ruined. Then, to his surprise, the computer came back on line even though the power everywhere else was still out. Were this a laptop this might not have been *too* amazing, but this was a desktop with no battery; it should be as dead as the light fixtures currently were. But what was more, it was still sparking â€“ and the sparks were coming together to form a tiny humanoid figure a mere three inches tall.
It opened its eyes, and it looked at him!!!
Tim thought he was dreaming... until the thing spoke to him in his mind!
*Hello Tim!* the creature made of sparks said to him telepathically in flawless Dutch (but translated in English for those of us who know not a word of Dutch).
â€œGhuck!â€ was the most intelligent response a now nervously shaking Tim could come up with under the circumstances. This was followed by an equally lucid â€œGhack!â€
*No Tim, you are not going crazy!* the strange being said to him. *I am real. My name isâ€¦ unpronounceable to you, so you may call me Sparks! And I am here to help you.â€
This sounded encouraging to a still-dazed Tim, who managed to get his trembling under control and splutter outa more intelligent, â€œHuh?â€
*A while ago, a different entity from virtual reality decided to help an acquaintance of yours named Chris play a prank on you,* explained â€˜Sparksâ€™. *This being brought five of Chrisâ€™s online acquaintances from all over the world to your village and temporarily gave them the power of what some in your realm call â€˜limited wishâ€™. With Chrisâ€™s knowledge and consent, they used this power to kidnap you and hold you captive until Chris â€“ who only pretended he was in danger himself â€“ came along and finally freed you. He of course knew where you were all the time and could have freed you at once, but decided to let you â€˜sweatâ€™ a bit first.â€
â€œWhat?!â€ exclaimed Tim, as his stunned wits recovered. â€œChris did that toâ€¦â€
Before Tim could continue speaking, the computer suddenly switched off and the sparkling being abruptly disappeared. A mere second later, Timâ€™s parents came into the room with lit candles to check up on him because of the storm outside and the power outage. Satisfied that he was unhurt (if apparently shaken by the storm), they wished him a good night and left him alone in the room again. The moment they had closed the door behind them, the computer suddenly came back on and â€˜Sparksâ€™ reappeared.
*Yes, Chris helped to set up the entire kidnap scenario,* confirmed Sparks as if their chat had not just been briefly interrupted. *The being that helped him did so because Chris seemed to be the â€˜underdogâ€™ of the relationship that exists between the two of you. But Chris did not settle for a more balanced relationship like he had asked for. Instead of parity, the balance has gone horribly the other way, and now he dominates you far worse than you had ever dominated him before. He has abused the gift he was given, and I am now here to help you regain the status that you have lost.*
â€œHow?â€ asked Chris skeptically. â€œHeâ€™s a jerk, but I canâ€™t see the use of turning the tables on him by kidnapping him right back! It wouldnâ€™t fool him, and Iâ€™d never get away with it anyway.â€
*What you do is up to you,* replied Sparks. *But what I intend to do is grant you the same favor that was granted to Chris. He summoned aid from his friends; you may now do the same, and call any five people here that you wish.*
Tim thought carefully for a moment. He had four friends online he could think of easily who might be glad to help him, but who could he summon as the fifth person?
Then, true to his nature, an utterly devious idea occurred to him. â€œCould I ask for any of the same people that Chris brought here himself earlier?â€
*Yes you may,* replied Sparks with a glint of amusement in its strange eyes. *And there is no need to explain the reason for your request; I have already read it within your mind. Your friends â€“ and the other - will appear inside this room in thirty minutes. Write to your friends and tell them what is about to happen and what they must do when they arrive. They will believe whatever you tell them. In addition, the moment they arrive, no one will be able to see or hear any of them unless you desire otherwise, regardless of their own wishes in the matter. This will last until the balance between you and Chris is resolved to your satisfaction. Farewell*
â€˜Sparksâ€™ suddenly disappeared. In the same instant, the lights were restored throughout the neighborhood, and the storm raging outside quickly faded away. Tim acted quickly to type out an email to his four chosen friends (whom he was sure would all still be online) and tell them what was to happen. At the same time, a timer appeared on his computer screen counting down the minutes and seconds starting from thirty minutes. Sparks had conveniently set up the means to let Tim know precisely when his friends â€“ and the other â€“ would be arriving inside his own room.
The computer counted down to 0. There was another bright flash of lightning and roar of thunder, and five people appeared inside Timâ€™s room. Unlike Chris, Tim knew what each of his four online acquaintances looked like. They were all people heâ€™d met in person at one time or another and lived in the same province, rather than living in foreign countries in which heâ€™d ever been. In fact, two of them (Dennis and Mickey, both 12) were regular buddies of his. The other two were Hans (14), and Tomas (13), both of whom heâ€™d met in a soccer tournament last summer. Both were older and stronger than Tim but still good friends and willing to help him seek revenge against his duplicitous cousin Chris.
The fifth person was also known to Tim: it was the rat-bag who had shoved a pie in his face, gave him the finger, made kissy noise like a gay-boy, and enticed him away from the safety of his own house where the others heâ€™d come with could kidnap Tim!
A bewildered Wedgieboy14 looked around him in complete bewilderment. Although heâ€™d experienced a sudden transition like this once before (just a few weeks earlier), he had never expected to go through another like it ever again. He was therefore the only person present who had no idea what was going on when he appeared suddenly in a strange room, and one boy suddenly pointed straight at him and exclaimed to the others, â€œThatâ€™s him! Get him!â€
Wedgieboy14 just had enough time to recognize Tim and grasp the basic situation when the other four boys grasped him and bore him down to the floor. Wedgieboy14 might barely have been a match for any one of them in a fair fight (had he been prepared for one that is), but under these conditions he didnâ€™t have a chance. Tim had already laid out plenty of ropes, duct-tape, and other bondage essentials prior to the arrival of his target and his reinforcements, and moreover his four allies had already known what they were supposed to do. And so before Wedgieboy14 had been in Holland for even one full minute, he was tied up as helplessly as a person could get and still be alive and healthy.
Once he was thoroughly trussed up, Wedgieboy14 was lifted up and dropped carelessly on the bed. A moment later, Tim climbed upon top of the bed and casually straddled Wedgieboy14â€™s skinny chest.
â€œWelcome back to Holland, scum bucket,â€ Tim greeted his prisoner contemptuously.
â€œYou know, I know someone named Jason whoâ€™d really like this kind of welcome better than I do,â€ put in Wedgieboy14 with false bravado.
â€œShut up!â€ snapped Tim as he gave Wedgieboy14 a hard slap in the face, which elicited some cruel laughter from the other boys as they stood around the bed and looked on. â€œI donâ€™t care that much about the others who were with you when you kidnapped me. The only one I remember was *you*, and now youâ€™re the one who is going to suffer for it. Moreover, youâ€™re going to help me get my revenge on Chris!â€
â€œIâ€™ll never help you do anything against Chris!â€ declared Wedgieboy14 stoutly.
â€œYou already *are* helping me, stupidâ€¦ just by being here!â€ replied Tim as he began flicking Wedgieboy14 in the nose. â€œAnd youâ€™re going to get me everything I want!â€
â€œOw! Quit it!â€ snapped Wedgieboy14 as Tim flicked his nose and ears harder and faster. â€˜Hey! Wait a second! I thought you didnâ€™t speak English very well. How come youâ€™re speaking it so well now I donâ€™t even hear an accent?â€
Tim paused in his childish torture for a moment to think; it hadnâ€™t occurred to him until now that he and his prisoner should have been unable to understand a word the other said; Wedgieboy14 understood Dutch even worse than Tim understood English. Then he realized that â€˜Sparks' must have done something to remove language difficulties between the two of them to make it easier to get his revenge on him. But he didnâ€™t explain about â€˜Sparksâ€™; he merely slapped Wedgieboy14â€™s face and told him to shut up before an even more fiendish idea occurred to him.
When Wedgieboy14 appeared in Timâ€™s room, Timâ€™s mind was abruptly filled with a great deal of knowledge of Wedgieboy14â€™s personal life; he knew all there was to know about him, and decided to use this knowledge to torment him even further. â€œI know many things about you,â€ Tim told his prisoner with an evil smile. â€œYou like to play an online game where you call yourself â€˜Onion Knightâ€™. Quite a sense of humor you have there, considering â€˜Knightâ€™ is your *real* last name. Tell me; do you hate your parents for tagging you with a ridiculous first name like â€˜Oscarâ€™ with a last name like that?â€
Wedgieboy14â€™s eyes gaped wide open in shock; none of his online friends knew his *real* first name; even Chris himself thought it as something else! Heâ€™d never told it to *anyone* - mainly for fear of being laughed at!!!
Tim and his cronies laughed at Wedgieboy14â€™s discomfort as Timâ€™s jibe obviously struck a nerve. Wedgieboy14 even began a futile struggle to get loose from his bonds, even though his situation was clearly hopeless.
â€œI know a lot of other things about you too,â€ Tim told his prisoner as he got off him and had his friends stand him up. â€œI especially know how much you loveâ€¦ *this!*â€
Wedgieboy14 was suddenly given an atomic wedgie!
*****
Chris was slightly puzzled. His online friend Wedgieboy14 had promised to correspond with him for their newest RP game on the Tug website every day at a certain time when both were awake and had some free time. This wasnâ€™t always easy when you were several time zones apart but theyâ€™ve managed to work out a pretty good system, and they had been especially close sine that fantastic day the two had actually met in Chrisâ€™s own room! But for three days now, Wedgieboy14 had not only not contacted Chris but apparently (judging by his profile) had not even visited the Tug-site at all.
Chris began to wonder if Wedgieboy14 was ill or away or something when he suddenly got an e-mail from his cousin Tim. This was unexpected, as Tim had rarely e-mailed him before. Chris casually opened the mail, figuring his cousin was trying to get out of doing his chores for him as heâ€™d told him to do, and got a shock.
The e-mail had a picture of Wedgieboy14 tied in the same chair in the same house Tim had been held captive in during Chrisâ€™s birthday. He was entirely naked except for what were evidently an oversized diaper and a baby bonnet. Two other boys Chris recognized as Timâ€™s friends Mickey and Dennis were also in the picture; one was holding a baby bottle full of milk to Wedgieboy14â€™s mouth and evidently compelling him to drink from it, and the other was holding a baby rattle to Wedgieboy14â€™s ear. There was a short text message below, which read:
I am babysitting one of your friends. Come on over and play, or baby gets spanked and then Iâ€™ll give YOU something to cry about!!!
Your loving cousin
Tim
Chris was a very smart kid for all his mischievousness and understood in a flash what must have happened as if heâ€™d witnessed everything himself. He didnâ€™t know just how Wedgieboy14 wound up back in the Netherlands, but knew his friend was in real trouble. Oh, he doubted Tim would *really* hurt Wedgieboy14, but his cousin knew many ways to make a victim very unhappy to be at his mercy (Timâ€™s own friend Dennis was as frequently a tie-up victim as Chris had been, for instance). Until Chris did as Tim said, Wedgieboy14 would be a target for every torment Tim would dare inflict on a helpless target. Of course, once Chris was there, he would undoubtedly receive similar attention for himself. But there was no choiceâ€¦ whatever faults Chris might have had (and these were mainly ones common to many boys his age), disloyalty to friends was definitely not one of them. For Wedgieboy14â€™s sake, Chris had to get there as fast as he could in hopes of deflecting Timâ€™s wrath away from Wedgieboy14 and entirely on Chris himself.
Besides, if he didnâ€™t, Tim had the means to expose the truth about Chrisâ€™s â€˜rescueâ€™ of his cousin from kidnappers. Chris would rather go through any amount of punishment at Timâ€™s hands rather than endure the public shame of being exposed not only as a fraud but as an accessory to that very same kidnapping. At best, he could expect to be ostracized by his own family and friends for the rest of his life â€“ and he might even go to prison! Heâ€™d crawl on his knees and beg forgiveness (degrading though that would be) if that would save him from what to a teenage boy was a fate worse than Death!
Wedgieboy14 was indeed not a happy camper. Tim and his friends had managed to secret him inside the abandoned house Tim had once been held in without being seen. Worse, even could he escape, he was in a foreign country where many people would not understand him, and where heâ€™d be arrested for being in the country illegally. And Tim was using his intimate knowledge of Wedgieboy14 to torment him without mercy without really harming him.
For instance, Wedgieboy14 was being fed all he could eat (Tim was not cruel enough to starve him after all), but what he *was* fed were his all-time least favorite foods. Asparagus, squash, turnips, liver and onions, macaroni and cheese, eggplantâ€¦ all in disgustingly generous proportions and often forced down his throat even when he tried to refuse.
But the worst of all were peanuts! Loads and loads of peanuts! To many people this would not be a torture â€“ but Wedgieboy14 was *allergic* to peanuts! VERY allergic. And now he was breaking out into extremely itchy rashes because of all the peanuts heâ€™d been forced to eat! Several times Tim had even spread some peanut butter onto some bread and then mashed the result all over Wedgieboy14â€™s face and left the results there for quite some time afterward. Tim was definitely not letting that incident with the pie in the face go!
And now this! Being dressed as a baby and fed like one too â€“ while being photographed! Wedgieboy14 had never been so humiliated in his life! What could be worse?
He just had to ask. While they awaited Chrisâ€™s arrival, Wedgieboy14 was untied from the chair, Hans sat in it, and a bound and helpless Wedgieboy14 was laid across his lap. Hans was given a ping pong racket, and he began to give Wedgieboy14 the spanking of his life! Wedgieboy14 tried to keep count, but lost track somewhere after whack number 50. Did I mention that Hans had rather strong arms? Tireless, tooâ€¦ or so they seemed to a thoroughly sore Wedgieboy14 by the time his tormentor finally stopped the spanking.
The spanking did not cease because of any merciful impulses on Hansâ€™ or Timâ€™s part, but because Chris had finally arrived at the house (having peddled there at reckless speed on his bicycle) and was banging on the front door. Hans and Tomas immediately went to the door, opened it, grabbed Chris by the front of his winter jacket, and yanked him inside the house without a word. Before Chris could do more than utter a single squawk (or maybe squeak would be a better word) of outrage, he was wrestled down to the floor and hogtied by his two assailants while Tim casually walked to the door and closed it shut. By the time he finished locking it and turned to look contemptuously down at his cousin, Chris was already bound hand and foot and being dragged to another chair right beside Wedgieboy14 and sat down within it.
â€œAre you all right?â€ Chris started to ask his friend, but couldnâ€™t get more than two words out before Mickey gleefully stuffed a large lemon inside his mouth. â€œLetâ€™s see you bite into *that*!â€ he told Chris cheerfully. Before he could try to spit it out, Dennis gagged Chris with a dirty old rag that looked like it had been in some very unsavory places. In the meantime, Hans and Tomas were binding him thoroughly to his chair while Tim stood in front of him with his arms folded across his chest.
â€œWell, how do you like it when youâ€™re the one whoâ€™s all tied up in this dump?â€ Tim asked his two prisoners when Chris was completely bound. â€œYou two and your other friends must have thought it was real funny telling me all those horror stories about how I was going to be some dudeâ€™s sex-toy, and then leaving me to sweat in terror for several hours afterward. I thought I was doomed, until Chris came along and â€˜saved me at the risk of his own lifeâ€™. I was so scared theyâ€™d hurt you after I ran, until you â€˜escapedâ€™. After that, everyone thought you were such a hero! Even me! I was so glad I even let you make me your freaking slave. And all this time you knew it was all a lie, and yet you let me go on thinking I owed my life to youâ€¦ youâ€¦ filthy pig!â€
Chris wilted in the face of his younger cousinâ€™s anger. And though he was a bit reckless and mischievous, he wasnâ€™t a bad kid at heart. As Tim ranted at him, Chris realized that his cousin had a valid point. He *had* taken unfair advantage of Timâ€™s gratitude to him to make his cousinâ€™s life a misery. Chris began to feel deeply ashamed of himself and wanted to admit as much, but because he was gagged he couldnâ€™t make a sound that was audible over Timâ€™s continued angry shouting. All he could do was to wait for his cousin to run out of steam, end his tirade, and make his next move.
This took a while. Tim was really angry and had a lot of steam to work out of his system. Finally though he wound down, fell silent, and simply stared at his captives for a while. â€œSo, what *am* I to do with you two?â€ he asked aloud, as if talking to himself rather than to anyone else in the room.
Had Chris been ungagged he would have tried to beg Tim to let Wedgieboy14 go free; but as it was, trying to say anything would likely have been worse than pointless â€“ perhaps even causing Tim to torment Chrisâ€™s friend rather than free him. Wedgieboy14 was also gagged, or he might have tried to crack a joke, such as suggesting that Tim let bygones be bygones and let them both go. Under the circumstances, it was probably just as well for Wedgieboy14 that he couldnâ€™t talk either.
â€œObviously I canâ€™t bluff you into thinking something terrible is going to happen to you, like having some pedo offer to buy you and take you off to some dungeon somewhere,â€ Tim continued in a calm tone of voice that was somehow scarier than his rant. â€œBut just keeping you tied up here for a few hours and then letting you go doesnâ€™t seem quite adequate to me either. So Hell, I guess Iâ€™ll just keep you here a little longerâ€¦ like a few *weeks*!â€
Chrisâ€™s eyes opened wide in alarm and his made some frantic (if pitiful sounding) sounds through his gag. A few *weeks*?! God, please let this be just Timâ€™s idea of a plausible-sounding substitute for a threat of sexual slavery to some high-paying client! Even Tim wouldnâ€™t *really* keep his own cousin prisoner in this vacant house for several weeks while his family got worried sick, would he?
Chris looked more closely into his cousinâ€™s eyes, and then decidedâ€¦ yes he would!
â€œI have to go home now, so no one has any reason to suspect me when you turn up missing,â€ Tim said to Chris. â€œIâ€™m afraid the search for you is going to be rather longer than the search for *me* was, so youâ€™re going to be here a long while. In the meantime, Iâ€™m sure my friends will be more than happy to keep you and your friend entertained!â€
Mickey, Dennis, Hans, and Tomas chuckled with derisive mirth, which caused Chris and Wedgieboy14 to break out in nervous sweats! Both made pleading noises to their chief captor as he slowly sauntered toward the front door, opened it, and stepped out of sight. Dennis followed Tim to the door, closed it again after Tim was gone, locked it, and walked back with a grin that promised a rough time for Chris and Wedgieboy14!
Chris tried to appeal to Dennis and Mickeyâ€™s sympathies. He already knew both boys and had friendly interactions with them in the past; Dennis had even been the victim of Timâ€™s TUG pranks himself on a number of occasions. But Mickey and Dennis were only too happy to have a couple of helpless victims of their own rather than *being* helpless victims themselves; they completely ignored Chrisâ€™s attempts to appeal for mercy. As for Hans and Tomas, they were total strangers to Chris and unlikely to have any sympathy for his plight either.
Mickey suddenly walked over and sat in Chrisâ€™s lap facing his victim, grabbed Chrisâ€™s cheeks in both hands, and began stretching and twisting Chrisâ€™s cheeks like he thought he was playing with silly putty. Dennis laughed, sat down in Wedgieboy14â€™s lap, and started doing the same thing to him. They mussed their victimsâ€™ hair, slapped their faces, flicked their ears, pinched their noses shut (which, while they were gagged, deprived them of air), and then took brightly colored markers and drew all over their faces and chests.
The captiveâ€™s gags were removed, and each was given a drink of bottled water. Chrisâ€™s shirt was then pulled up and Mickey and Hans began to tickle torture him, while Dennis and Tomas tickled a still-diaper-clad Wedgieboy14. Their captors tickled them for ten minutes without mercy (pleas for which fell on deaf ears), gave them five minute mercy breaks along with a drink of water, and then tickled them for another ten minutes. This went on for hours, until Chris and Wedgieboy14 were too exhausted to move even if they werenâ€™t tied securely to their chairs.
Night approached, and since the house had no electricity (though luckily it had heat, set at a low level, to keep winter temperatures from damaging the house interior) it was decided to put the captives to â€˜bedâ€™ for the evening. Rolls of duct tape were produced out of a paper bag and held by the two younger boys while the two older ones untied Chris from his chair. Too weakened from being tied and tickled so long to resist, Chris let his captors lay him down on the floor and wrap him in duct tape from his shoulders down to his (now bare) feet. His legs were taped securely together but strangely they left his hands and arms completely free. Once they finished taping him up, Chris was laid on the floor and watched carefully, with the stern warning to make no attempt to move his arms or try to un-tape himself.
Wedgieboy14 was then untied from his chair and â€“ after being allowed to change into his normal clothing rather than forced to remain in that God-awful oversized diaper - was given the same treatment. However, his legs were not taped up. His arms were also left free. Wedgieboy14 was highly suspicious if this. Why would their captors leave their arms free unless there was a nasty trick involved? And why werenâ€™t *his* legs being taped up?
Then, somewhat to the consternation of both captive boys, they were both stood up onto their feet, made to face each other, and embrace the other boy in their arms!
Resistance was futile, though both boys foolishly tried. Chrisâ€™s arms were forced round Wedgieboy14â€™s waist and hand-cuffed behind his friendâ€™s back. Wedgieboy14 was then forced to embrace Chris in return and he was also handcuffed. Now Wedgieboy14 found out why his legs hadnâ€™t been taped: had they been, he and Chris could only stand toe-to-toe. But now he and Chris could be forced *much* closer together by the simple expedient of making him spread his legs apart and place his feet on either side of Chrisâ€™s. He tried to pull back but was slapped into submission. Then he was held in place while his legs were taped to Chrisâ€™s from the ankles up. Tape was wound around the both of them â€“ up their legs, and then down their torsos, and then, as they were pulled ever closer together, around their middles. Before long, their hips were forced to grind together!
At least their captors had allowed both boys to remain fully clothed. Even so, each could feel the other getting an erection in such close quarters, and were extremely mortified.
The fact that their captors continually taunted them and made crude suggestive remarks about their sexuality didnâ€™t help. Tomas even went so far as to suggest they be stripped naked and retied together in a â€˜69â€™ position. They debated this for over an hour, much to the horror of both captives, but fortunately the others decided it would be too much work. Perhaps they could do it tomorrow.
Both boys were gagged, carried upstairs, and locked inside a closet for the night to ponder their fate.
Neither one got a wink of sleep that night, and could only talk to each other through muted and muffled grunts, moans, and groans. Neither was terribly happy with the situation - or with Tim and his allies either
The next morning, both were dragged out of their closet prison by their gleeful tormentors, freed of the duct tape, handcuffed (hands behind back), hobbled, and forced to walk back downstairs. They saw Tim standing in the middle of the main room waiting for them. They were made to walk up in front on him and then kneel behind him by their thuggish escort. Chris noted with dismay that Tim had a camcorder with him.
â€œYouâ€™re both going to confess everything you did to me while I videotape you,â€ Tim told Chris flatly. â€œAnd I mean everything. Including how you arranged for this other punk and his friends to kidnap me, and then fake my rescue. Then youâ€™ll agree to be my slave for the next four years. Once you do that, Iâ€™ll let you both go free. Keep your word about being my slave, and nobody will ever know about any of this but the seven of us. You can still be the hero who rescued me to everyone elseâ€™s eyes; after all, thatâ€™ll give you incentive to keep your word, wonâ€™t it? But renege after I let you go, and Iâ€™ll make sure everyone in town sees your confession! Iâ€™ll bet youâ€™d die than let *that* happen!â€
â€œNo one is going to believe I said such a thing willingly,â€ Chris protested.
â€œSure they will,â€ replied Tim, â€œbecause Iâ€™ll be in the shot with you. Youâ€™ll be the contrite cousin who felt guilty and confessed to me. And I, being the loving cousin that I am, will forgive you. Whoâ€™ll believe kidnappers would arrange all that? Youâ€™re even going to explain that you ran away because you couldnâ€™tâ€™ take the shame of it all anymore but I found you and you admitted everything to me of your own free will. And you *will* too, because if you donâ€™t Iâ€™m going to have you stripped naked and taped together in a â€˜69â€™ with Oscar over there just like the others debated doing last night â€“ and Iâ€™ll videotape *that* instead! And that one will go straight to YouTube!â€
â€œYou â€“ wouldnâ€™t!â€ exclaimed Chris, but he already knew that Tim most certainly would!
â€œSo is this movie going to rated PG or X?â€ asked Tim. â€œYou have one minute to decide!â€
Regretfully, Chris and Wedgieboy14 both agreed to the PG option.
Once Tim had made his movie, he bid his friends keep Chris and Wedgieboy14 literally under wraps for the rest of the morning, giving him plenty of time to burn and hide so many copies of his evidence that Chris could never hope to find and destroy them all.
At noon, Timâ€™s friends released Chris and Wedgieboy14. Moments later, all four of them abruptly vanished like so many soap bubbles. Wedgieboy14 vanished at the same moment. Presumably all had been safely returned to where they had come from. Chris soon learned from using his computer that Wedgieboy14 had indeed returned home safely and remembered his entire experience. Undoubtedly Timâ€™s allies would too.
And so Chris was forced to serve as his younger cousinâ€™s abject slave.
However, right after Wedgieboy14 sent his PM to Chris saying he was back home and was okay, there was an electrical storm in his area. His computer sparked, ad a strange figure made of electrical sparks appeared. *So, how would you like to show a certain Dutch boy named Tim some good old-fashioned American hospitality for a while?* the strange tiny creature asked an amazed Wedgieboy14.
Wedgieboy smiled and nodded his head.
Amazingly, Tim disappeared once again for a couple of days. When he mysteriously returned, the first thing he did was destroy all of the copies heâ€™d made of Chrisâ€™s forced confession, swore his allies into secrecy, and told Chris that heâ€™d let bygones be bygones. Wedgieboy14 never told Chris anything about his encounter with â€˜Sparks,â€™ and Tim would never explain what had happened. He only ever said one thing about the entire matter: â€œIâ€™ll go back there if I donâ€™t behave. I never want to go back there ever again!â€ Nothing could induce Tim to discuss the matter further, but â€“ as Tim seemed to be less of a prick these days - Chris decided it would be wiser to drop the matter.
A week later, Chris was returning home from a football game when he had a strange encounter.
â€œDo you know the major advantage of living in this small country, Chris?â€ asked the English guy that had just approached him. â€œYouâ€™re never very far from Schiphol Airport.â€
Living in the Netherlands Chris wasnâ€™t surprised to be addressed in English although he was surprised at how far he had to look up to meet the muscular guyâ€™s eyes. Then the second thought hit him: how the hell did this stranger know his name? As he looked up with puzzlement, he found his arms grabbed from behind in a full nelson and the tall man lifted his feet off the ground.
Chris was taken so much by surprise that he didnâ€™t even have time to cry out as they threw him into the barge by which they were standing. Two smaller guys caught him, one of them hand-gagged him and they quickly took him below. It was in a quiet area that Chris had to walk through on his return from his football match and the whole thing was accomplished so quickly and efficiently that I doubt whether anyone noticed that the slight little blonde boy had been abducted.
To be continued in xtcâ€™s story. â€œJealousyâ€
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Last edited by Jason Toddman on Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:46 am, edited 1 time in total.
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### Re: 'In Dutch' with Chris12's Cousin Tim MMMMM/MM

Post by Chase Ricks » Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:18 am

Jason for once I am glad you did not choose me to be in the story. I wrote a somewhat similar story a few years ago but there is no way I will post it here on this site any time soon until the current uproar dies down concerning aielen's feelings on such stories being sexual.
Keep up the good work!
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.

### Re: 'In Dutch' with Chris12's Cousin Tim MMMMM/MM

Post by xtc » Thu Oct 28, 2010 1:43 pm

Do you think we'll manage a smooth transition?
Let's see.
I'd like to assure anyone who might think Jason has nicked my story that he hasn't. We thought it might make a good joke to segue from one story to the other. I now have to live up to his standards. Someone tell the guy I hate him!
xtc
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### Re: 'In Dutch' with Chris12's Cousin Tim MMMMM/MM

Post by Chase Ricks » Thu Oct 28, 2010 1:47 pm

> xtc wrote:Do you think we'll manage a smooth transition?
> Let's see.
> I'd like to assure anyone who might think Jason has nicked my story that he hasn't. We thought it might make a good joke to segue from one story to the other. I now have to live up to his standards. Someone tell the guy I hate him!
> xtc

Professor I managed to do some smooth ones but Jason and me have different standards of work. Maybe next time, try living up to my standards instead if you possibly can. And I know you did not steal the idea from Jason because I was reading this after "Jealousy" was started on here.
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.

### Re: 'In Dutch' with Chris12's Cousin Tim MMMMM/MM

Post by Jason Toddman » Thu Oct 28, 2010 1:54 pm

I should have mentioned the ending of my story was borrowed from the beginning of yours anyway, xtc. My bad.
And if you *really* hate me, feel free to include me in your strictest stories!!!
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...