## The Prank War, never answer Sat Morn calls [M/M] [Prt 1 Cpl]

Post by PolygonCactus » Sat Mar 15, 2014 10:45 pm

Alright, new story.
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"Morning, James speaking?" Who in their right mind calls at 8am on Saturday morning. I pulled myself out of bed, blue eyes blinking out sleep, a loose singlet over my well defined chest and short blond hair pulling itself from the pillow.
"Good morning James, it's Mitch's mum. We're going on holiday this coming weekend and were wondering if you could look after Mitch for us?"
Mitch was only 18 months younger than me, just turning 16, nonetheless his parent’s were terrified of leaving him home alone. I can assure you he hears no end of it.
“Yeah sure, I’ll see you on Friday.” Me and Mitch had been good friends, sadly we didn’t see as much of each other now. I remembered the prank war we’d had, past tense - something to rectify no doubt.
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An ivy wood door swung open to reveal Mitch’s household.
“Haven’t seen you in a while, James” Mitch’s father welcomed me in, “Mitch is on his way home, make yourself comfortable”
“Alright! We’re going.” Mitch’s mum appeared and dragged him out of the doorway “call us if he doesn’t behave James!”
I left the small entry room through a doorway to the lounge and planted myself on the couch. Before I could get comfortable, however, an idea occurred to me. I jumped up and hurried towards the kitchen.
The bucket balanced precariously on top of the door as I placed the last water balloon in it. Satisfied with my work I quickly hid away the step ladder and returned to my place on the sofa, cat purring happily under my left arm and a glass of iced coke in the right.
I sipped the cola, it tasted on impending victory.
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“Good afternoon Mitch, I’ve been expecting you.”
“James!” I yelled bouncing forward, pushing open the door.
With a splash I crashed down onto the wooden floor, water running through my shirt. James laughed as the cat dived behind the relative safety of the couch. Narrowing my eyes I lifted my face.
“I see how it is.” Defeat was current, but not eternal - at least that’s what I told myself as I wandered towards the shower.
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“The tuxedo penguin enjoys the long spr…” the monotone voice of James’ documentary wandered onwards as I quietly moved through my bedroom’s draws, assembling everything that would be needed.
A few minutes later I quietly dragged the bag of books and clothes, a handful of ropes, scarves and other useful artifacts out of the room.
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“During the fish period when the mal…” A crash ripped me away from my documentary, as the thumps came from the staircase.
“Mitch!!”
A groan sounded from the hallway.
I yelled as I dashed towards the corridor, “Don’t mov- SHI!! mmmph”
Entering the corridor I caught my leg on a rope run across its width, falling I found my face buried in a quilt (thank god, wood floors aren’t fun to fall on). ‘What the hell?’
Before I could lift my face from the mattress Mitch jumped on top of me, pinning me to the floor.
His hot breath hit my ear “Don’t move.”
Naturally, I immediately began trying to buck him off. Mitch was no lightweight, even at 20cm shorter he had plenty of muscle mass. He grabbed both my arms and pinned them underneath his crotch, kneeling with his knees either side of me.
“Get off me you little squirt!” Trapped between him and the quilt my face was red with perspiration as I struggled to get free.
Too late, a rope looped around my wrists and bound them tight.
“Hey, let’s -- mmmphh” Mitch stuffed a gag into my mouth.
“Now, let the torture begin” He was grinning (yes, the eyes in the back of the head thing comes with babysitting duty).
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Yay, Nay? ... May? I apologize if there's any grammatical or spelling errors - my proof reading isn't quite up to scratch.
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Post by atilaus » Sun Mar 16, 2014 12:41 am

Great start, keep going

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Post by Chris12 » Sun Mar 16, 2014 1:27 am

Pretty good so far

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Post by xtc » Sun Mar 16, 2014 5:25 am

Lively start. If I may say: don't try to get too much into a page. Some detail is welcome.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

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Post by Veracity » Mon Mar 17, 2014 12:43 pm

Liking it so far. Looking forward to more.

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Post by Ossassin » Fri Mar 21, 2014 3:31 am

Not bad at all
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

### Chapter 2

Post by PolygonCactus » Sun Mar 23, 2014 11:01 pm

Sorry for the late and short update, things got a bit heptic. Hopefully more will come out this week.
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Chapter 2
Mitch had tied my hands behind my back with a length of silk like rope and was now doing the same with my legs. Securing them together at the ankles he ran a length of rope between my ankles and hands. “mmmphhhmmm”, he pulled the length tight, bringing me into a crude hogtie.
Happy with the bonds he began running his hands over my exposed palms.
I bit down hard on my gag, resisting the urge to give in.
Gently Mitch slid his hands into my sweaty arm pits and began stroking the sensitive skin.
“MMMMM” I screamed into my gag, twisting and turning to try and get free from his grip. No luck.
Over the next 15 minutes Mitch moved down my body, finally ending at my feet.
Finally I had an idea, I began screaming into my gag intermittently and tossing my head.
Mitch took out my gag.
“What’s wrong?”
“F” I panted “Football game”
“Shit” Mitch jumped off me looking at the clock. He undid the ropes around my hands and ran to get changed into his gear for afternoon practice.
I loosened the ropes around my hands before hurrying to untie myself and get into some less dirty clothes.
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Having driven Mitch to football practice I began plotting my revenge. No doubt a quick stop at my house to supply up would be required.

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Post by PolygonCactus » Mon Mar 24, 2014 11:30 pm

Chapter 3
“Goes to shirts!” The voice of the coach was followed by the shriek of his whistle. Leaning over with my hands on my knees and sweat running down my face into my white shirt I panted gently.
“Good game” was echoed around the pitch as my team members patted each other on the back, wandering towards the car park.
I stood in the car park watching as everyone disappeared into their cars and drove off, wondering where James was. I didn’t think he’d make me walk home over a bit of tickle torture.
Where u?
Comin
I looked up from my phone to see James driving into the now empty parking lot. Noting that he was driving his own car now.
“Sorry I’m late, oh and the front is full of shit, you’ll have to sit in the back.”
“That’s fine.”
Opening the door I found that the only seat not covered in boxes and books had a one-size-fits-all toddler/baby seat in it. Unable to move it off the seat I sat into it awkwardly, not quite fitting.
“Here” James leaned down towards the straps.
“Really?”
“It’s not safe to drive without seat belts” scorned James.
He brought straps across my chest, clicking them in the middle. Another larger one came from underneath my crotch and two from over my shoulders. I squirmed uncomfortably, smiling now James tightened all the straps, the crotch one pulling my legs apart.
“Not funny” I tried to grab James but he stood up and closed the door. However, when I tried to loosen the straps I found them locked.
I began struggling on the straps. “Oi James, let me go” I grabbed one of the boxes of James’ stuff and up ended it.
“Ok, Ok”.
He came back and opened the door. However, instead of loosening the strap he grabbed one of my hands and pulled it out of the car - where my other hand couldn’t reach. “It’s payback time” James goaded, slipping on a skiing mitten and securing it he grabbed the other hand and did the same. The mittens had straps to keep them together when in storage, straps which James secured to the chair’s harness, leaving me hopeless.
“Fuck off!” I struggled against the bonds, succeeding only in continuing to drench my sweat covered shirt.
James grabbed my shoe and pulled it off.
“Those cost money” I moaned. James pulled off the sock, wet with perspiration, as well.
I was confused now as he stood up, leaving the other shoe on.
That is until he grabbed my face and pinched my nose. I opened my mouth instinctively, my sweaty pants leaving me no choice. He stuffed the sock into my mouse and quickly tied it in with a wrap of fabric.
“MMMMM” I yelled into the gag. The salty, disgusting taste of my own sweat filling my mouth. I succeeded only in squeezing the sock, causing a flow of sweat to run down my throat.
James closed the door, I stopped struggling. Trying to block out the taste of sweat and the feeling of being confined to the small chair. My white football shirt and shorts was soaked in sweat and my crotch felt uncomfortable being held up against the chair with my legs spread strictly apart.

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Post by mikeybound » Tue Mar 25, 2014 6:30 am

Best update so far! Bet some fellow students will see him in this position.
If you don't mind me asking, will this become intimate?

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Post by NemesisPrime » Tue Mar 25, 2014 9:38 am

I doubt it Mikey.
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

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Post by PolygonCactus » Tue Mar 25, 2014 11:07 pm

> mikeybound wrote:Best update so far! Bet some fellow students will see him in this position.
> If you don't mind me asking, will this become intimate?

Not sure to be honest, I don't think so however. I plan for it to have a definite end, afterwards I'm thinking of a PG-17 fic - perhaps as a sequel or adaptation (although tbh I'd rather do something new).

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Post by tony2 » Wed Mar 26, 2014 7:41 am

i could imagine how hard it would be to get a football player locked into a baby seat (without destroying the seat).
you have a tiget by the tail now. Great to see what you do with it.
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.
ANTS viewtopic.php?f=85&t=22496
Talk is cheap viewtopic.php?f=78&t=21971

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Post by mikeybound » Wed Mar 26, 2014 8:41 am

> tony2 wrote:i could imagine how hard it would be to get a football player locked into a baby seat (without destroying the seat).
> you have a tiget by the tail now. Great to see what you do with it.

Well don't forget, he must be exhausted after practice. He's probably all weak and tired. Plus, it could turn out something was slipped in his water bottle...

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Post by Lake Lover » Wed Mar 26, 2014 9:15 am

Nice reunion for the boys. And, uh, a little intimacy might be fun.

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Post by PolygonCactus » Thu Mar 27, 2014 11:58 pm

Chapter 4
As we drove through the city I struggled against the chair, to no avail. Sweaty, slightly cramped and with bad mouth ache we arrived home. The door opened.
“Now, can we be a good boy?”
I nodded without hesitation.
“No noises.” James leaned in and released the gag, I spat out the sock and began trying to rid my mouth of the taste with what little saliva I had left.
As I spluttered James wandered around to the rear of the car and came in through the boot, I felt him moving things around until I could hear him directly behind me.
“Close your eyes.” I squinted.
“I can see you in the rear view mirror, close them.”
I closed my eyes shut, and felt an odd sensation around my throat. A leathery device had been tightened around my neck, I opened my eyes quickly.
A leather dog collar was secured around my neck. James clapped his hand over my mouth before I could yell out in complaint.
“Quiet”
I nodded. He moved his hand.
I tried to get comfortable with the collar, it wasn’t restricting my breath but it felt weird and alien. No matter how hard I shifted it was still there, in the forefront of my mind.
Now around the side of the car James secured a rope to the collar’s D ring. He checked my mittens were firmly attached to each other and removed my other shoe so that I wasn’t unbalanced. Finally he tied a blindfold around my eyes.
“Hey”
“Unless you like your socks, practice not talking.”
I felt him release the car seat straps and I was able to move my legs and upper body. With the rope wrapped around his hands, so that he was nearly holding the collar, James pulled me up from the seat and placed his other hand firmly on my back. His soft pushes guided me into the house, he pushed me up against a wall and secured my collar to it, leaving me with no option but to stand on my toes against the wall.
“Well at least you’re enjoying yourself.” James nodded downwards as he removed my blindfold.
“Alright, stand still.” Like I had a choice.
James ran another rope up my back, underneath the shirt, and attached it to the collar. Securing one end to the wall behind my head he tightened it, lifting up my shirt from behind. I squirmed as my glistening chest was revealed. James now released the first rope and slid the shirt off my head, removing the mittens as he did so.
Untying me from the wall he lead me into the bathroom. Here my collar was securely tied to the shower rack.
“Alright undress and give me your clothes.”
“Will you turn around?”
“I won’t stare”
Humiliated I removed the shorts and damp jock strap. Unable to lean down due to the collar I had to ask James to pick them up from my feet. I turned on the shower and quickly cleaned my body.
Before I could clean myself to satisfaction James leaned over and turned off the shower.
“Ready?”

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Post by Ossassin » Fri Mar 28, 2014 2:38 am

Good boy
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

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Post by Jason Toddman » Fri Mar 28, 2014 9:11 am

Not my cup of tea either... but that's because i don't drink tea.
I hate tea in fact, but i do like this.
So far so good, though the changing viewpoints was unexpected and confusing at first.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

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Post by PolygonCactus » Fri Mar 28, 2014 7:55 pm

> Jason Toddman wrote:but that's because i don't drink tea.
> I hate tea in fact,

Please leave and do not return .
Sorry about the unexpected change in perspective. I can think of some better ways to do it now of course .

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Post by Jason Toddman » Fri Mar 28, 2014 9:47 pm

My post was in response to a snarky post by someone else which has evidently been deleted, in case you didn't see it. They'd simply said, not my cup of tea. It was apparently a banned member named Vantran posting with a new identity, which has since been banned as well.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

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Post by PolygonCactus » Fri Mar 28, 2014 11:54 pm

I do see, still, you said you hated tea . Nonetheless, if I do decide to make this intimate what's the procedure for moving posts? Is it possible?
Edit: it appears I'm a bit special and posted an incomplete portion of Chapter 5 here, scroll down to my next post to read the entire thing. Sorry to those who already read this post and must now re read the first bit of chapter 5.
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Post by mikeybound » Sat Mar 29, 2014 4:12 pm

Nice update. Looks like it's getting more intimate.
Is it just me, or is this kinda overkill for revenge from last time?

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Post by Jason Toddman » Sat Mar 29, 2014 8:57 pm

> PolygonCactus wrote: Nonetheless, if I do decide to make this intimate what's the procedure for moving posts? Is it possible?

It's not possible for regular members like you without a tedious cut and paste of your entire thread, but as a mod I can do it in a moment.
Just let me know where you want it when you want it moved, and I'll take care of it the moment I see the request. Either here or by PM is fine; a PM might get my attention faster though.
Oh, and nice chapter btw. Short, but nice.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

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Post by mitchelaiden » Fri Apr 11, 2014 7:08 am

Love this story, can't wait for the next chapter.
Hoping for more sweaty sock gags in the future, hopefully James'
Sock gags, underwear gags;
I don't care as long as they are well worn and sweaty

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Post by PolygonCactus » Mon Apr 14, 2014 9:38 pm

Well I guess James does care about his body, so he should really go for a long, difficult run,no?

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Post by mikeybound » Tue Apr 15, 2014 5:52 am

I was hoping for another type of endurance contest.

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Post by PolygonCactus » Tue Apr 15, 2014 11:17 am

James passed me a towel and I dried myself. Having cleared off the worse of the water I held my towel over my regions. James led me over to the middle of the bathroom where he’d placed some sturdy boxes.
My house, several times older than my parents, had originally been constructed as a mill barn, and then converted into a living space. The original barn had great wooden beams running across it, with various hooks attached for day to day work. Now these beams ran just below the ceiling, jutting from one wall to the next.
James allowed me to climb up on the crate and then stood up on it himself. All too close for comfort.
“Grab those with your hands” indicating to two steel pegs in the beam. I did so and was left with my arms outstretched in a spread eagle like position. James tugged the now useless from my hand.
James swiftly tied my hands to the pegs, satisfied with his tie removed the collar and dried my neck.
Breaking my silence I whined “James, can I put some clothes on.”
“Just a second.”
James left the room, returning a few moments later. I tried to twist my neck around, as I was facing away from the door, however I couldn’t see what he was carrying.
Living inland I’d never seen a wetsuit in real life, only on television. However I figured that’s what was placed at my feet.
“Step into the legs.”
James pulled the wetsuit up onto my body roughly. It was a size too small and I’d never worn one before. I shivered as the tight, slightly rough neoprene swallowed my legs, thighs and crotch.
“Do I have to wear this, please?” I asked, feeling the tight material around my bulge.
James abruptly walked over to the sink, where he’d dropped some equipment before. He returned from behind, leaving me unable to see him. Returning, he stood up on the crate behind me, his body heat hitting my still uncovered back. He placed something on top of my head and began to roll it down, I realized it was a sort of wetsuit hood.
“Alright, please?” I asked.
Silence.
“Ple- mmmgff” James shoved a ball into my mouth, holding it there with his sweaty hand.
WIth his other hand he rolled down the hood. It left an open window for my eyes and nose, and had a thin breathable patch than covered from the chin to below the nose.
Once it was secured he stepped back and admired his handy work, the hood keeping the gag in place.
“mmmggfff” I yelled, I could already feel the drool wetting the hood.
James loosened my left hand and forced it into the sleeve of the wetsuit, quickly tying it back up. He did the same with the other and then zipped up the wetsuit as I struggled. I tried to kick him, however feared losing my footing and falling with my hands supporting me.
James quickly leaned down and tied my legs together with a length of rope. He then pulled a pair of wetsuit boots over my feet and reattached my faithful mittens, now cold with sweat.
My hands were loosened and I moved my arms around uncertainly, feeling odd in the restricting wetsuit. He then released my legs and gently pushed me off the stack of crates, allowing me to land on two feet.
“Ok, if you don’t muck around I’ll release you this evening” James said seriously.
I nodded and James led me back into the living room. The documentary was resumed and we sat down on the couch, awkwardly adapting to the new sensations of the tight, warm wetsuit.
After 20 minutes or so I stood up and returned to my room. By now the wetsuit was steamy and uncomfortable, I could feel the layer of sweat built up underneath the neoprene.
As I slid down on to the bed the wetsuit tightened, with the friction holding some parts back. Gently began rubbing my hands against various parts of the wetsuit, feeling the new sensations.
My enjoyment was suddenly interrupted as the door swung open. James stood in the doorway as I turned around quickly, trying to act casual. It was hard when you were wearing a full wetsuit while gagged and tangled in the bedsheets.
“Having fun” he smirked “I guess I won’t let you go then”.
I mmmphed angrily.
“Fair’s fair, I guess” James walked over and removed the mittens before turning and leaving.
With the mittens off I was able to begin pulling off the wetsuit. First I pulled off the hood, allowing my sweaty hair to flop over my face. Spitting out the gag I massaged my jaw, biting at empty air as I acclimatized to not having the gag. Finally I stood up and began peeling of the wetsuit, making a squelching sound as the sweat filled wetsuit separated from my skin, shiny with perspiration.
Quickly I pulled on a pair of boxers and leaned out of my bedroom door.
“Hey, James!”
“What?”
“What do I do with these?”
“I don’t know. I got them at a yard sale. Do you want to keep them?”
Why the hell would I want to do that? Mouth opening to form words No thanks I looked back at the garments and paused, my hand subconsciously shifting down.
“Yeah. Thanks. I’m going to bed now.”
I dug around my room a bit and found an old wooden box underneath my wardrobe (a pile of clothes in a corner). I folded up the wetsuit neatly and put it in the chest, along with the other gear. I threw in some memorabilia, putting some money and an old hard drive on top. An innocent chest of private objects, locked to protect my money.
There we go, that's part 1 complete, I guess. I think I want to develop this more, perhaps as an intimate TUG. In the meantime I'm going to write another PG-17 fic. So do look out for it. I apologize for the late reply - This was actually all prewritten, I just had issues with Google locking me out for moving around (no I am not going to tie my drive full of textual porn to my mobile number thank you very much).

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Post by mikeybound » Tue Apr 15, 2014 1:54 pm

This is great. A bit of an anticlimactic end, but it's not like you're done with these guys. Can't wait to read more of them.
Also, though you may have noticed this already, you reposted to ending to the previous chapter by mistake.