## Uncle Vexatious' Hostage Situation (MMM/M)

Post by KingMush » Sun Jan 01, 2017 3:32 pm

Title: Uncle Vexatious' Hostage Situation
Cast: 3M (Dom) // 1M (Sub)
Doms: Nathan (14), Matt (13), Ali (11)
Subs: Alex (16)
It was a lovely night out, after going to the cinema to see the brand new, though exciting Rogue One film from the Star Wars series. It's basically between episode 3 and 4, often nicknamed Episode 3.5. It's quite a good film in my opinion, holds up to its potential. So there, after watching the fun film and getting back home, we had dinner at my friend's house. He is called Nathan, a bit younger than me with his two younger brothers respectively as well. The dinner was quite good, filled with some seafood and a nice, refreshing iced dessert to fit the New Years celebration. We decided then to go upstairs and, as I and them are still quite young and they being tweens generally, we decided to play a game we almost always do. That game is called, as you guessed it, Uncle Vexatious. Basically, yes it's a weird name, vexatious a synonym of annoying, and rightly so.
Basically the game is I, since I am the older and I guess, more mature and honoured one, am always Uncle Vexatious and the other three are the children or tweens I have to take care of during the night, with scenarios of parents going out for dinner and such. Basically we've had this game since we were young, as we've been friends for 10+ years for now, nearly for some at least. It's quite a successful friendship journey, in my honest and thorough opinion. So the basic, though open goal of the game is to put the kids to sleep, and then they make some noise and you have to make them shush in any way possible. Most of the time it turns into a big battle, trying to overpower the Uncle, mostly unsuccessfully time after time again with pillows, swords and whatnot, remnants from their close, although ungoing, childhood.
Anyway, as I was telling, we started the game as we wanted to avoid possible, yet unprobably boredom. It was kind of a tradition to play that game really, even at times I did not even know we were actually playing it. Anyhow, I started putting the roleplaying kids (they're very good) to bed after doing some versi-versa things, and they kept quiet for a while. Walking around the room and turning off the big lights, though leaving the small ones on, I left the room. Utter, dark, non-eerie, natural-sounding silence. Quite a good feeling after a long day's work. It is then that I ready myself for their possible attacks, like a raider in ancient, haunted temples, as I grab a pillow for a shield and a plastic, flexible sword to defend myself against their overpowering tactics.
It is then that I hear the ritualistic noise of them partying inside, and banging on the floor (in the right way, ye dirty minded geezas) with their feet and knuckles. As I enter the room, however, they all dramatically jump and fall back on the big, large bed, all pretending to be asleep, knowing full well I just seen them partying like rabid, wild monkeys in a living zoo. I walk around the room like a dominant, non-verbally but psychologically punishing them and telling them off before living the room. Few seconds after the shortly-ended this time silence, I hear the jumping and the banging again inside the room. Turning around, I open the door wide open again, causing it to slightly smack the side of the wall and bouncing back slightly before I open the room as they all try to now, overpower me with their pillow riot shields and plushies they are throwing as artillery.
But I was not to be easily defeated, as I drew my medieval-style sword out and started smacking the pillows by the side, creating large frictions in the air, causing huge BANGS, sore in the ears, to be heard withing the room, as with my increased force, I pushed back the frontal attack and put all my attacks into the right pillow attacker, deflecting the artillery with rotating sword movements as Nathan jumps at my sword and tries to grab it. Quite unfortunate but with my sweat and courage and energy from my past sailing experiences and adventures, I have a good grip on the sword and it is very hard to let go as I am rolled to the floor as the artillery pushes me in the bum or the back with a huge pillow and I do a front, perfect front roll into the unfortunate chair that was in the way.
Although my sword and weapons are gone, I can now escape! As I leave the room, I see the knights chasing me, as I go forward to the front room next to the stairs and close the door, although it is inevitable open again as I fight off the attackers in the smaller room, I push one into the other and they clumsily fall onto the floor, giving me some time to defend to nowhere. Thankfully I grab the last remaining sword, a bit more bendy this time, and covered in asian-like cultural fire-dragon tattooing, as I demonstrate my great battle skills as I fight through the pillows and push aside the 3 attackers who are now invading the room, slowly but surely now overthrowing and overpowering me in the process. Quite bad news for me! Although this is the case, my confidence was still high, inevitably, as I always got out of these silly situations.
I managed to, thoroughly this time, push off one of the attackers, although one quickly overpowered me and was pushing me fully onto the wall, making me trick over an empty treasure box and being overthrown, quite literally in fact, by the attacking pillows and artillery, them jumping at me like I was some invincible trampoline. It did not hurt at all but was quite an uncommon and possibly embarassing to be trampled on by rampaging monkeys, younger than me too, although slightly. As I was overpowered, I tried to gain control of my sword but it was no luck. The parents were too busy talking and chatting over at dinner, often for hours, as always. It's the holidays. So no need to bother.
It was then that the unique and alien experience started to happen. They had started to drag me, and talked about keeping me some kind of 'prisoner'. How weird.. I was arrested, so as to roleplay, I indeed went along and played for it a bit. They took me as their prisonner, well fun-like family prisonner, not serious war crime prisonner type roleplays. They took me to their room, effectively, with the big bed. I thought it would be another attempt to overpower me. I then noticed they wanted to try something new, albeit childish-behavioural supported, and then they decided to use some of the rope they have in the cupboard, mostly used to fix old things, to bind my arms. So I decided to try this for roleplay sake, hoping they didn't actually know how to tie, or maybe the opposite, but they tied my arms to my back pretty good. In fact, I greeted them and praised them as I was rather impressed, although undirectly for the time being. I was helpless to them, I suppose. Maybe it was a mistake, probably was.
It was then, that in the midst of this, they decided to overpower me once again, they got some scarves out, and after throwing me on the floor and attacking me with pillows, they, in the midst of the action, decided to bind my legs together as well, from the ankles to my thighs in little bits of rope along the way. It was quite enraging at the end and I started to struggle but their combined strenght was getting too exhausting and too strong, especially after a quite long and energy-expending day. They could've tied me into a hogtie, they should've maybe, but they didn't, presumably unknowing of the bondage stuff and just having a giggle at their poor uncle. Neverthless, I was now bound and struggling, although some scarves came flying off because of the pressure and their general lack of knowledge and experience on matters like these.
Liberation is our very nature. We are that. The very fact that we wish for liberation shows that freedom from all bondage is our real nature. It is not to be freshly acquired. All that is necessary is to get rid of the false notion that we are bound. When we achieve that, there will be no desire or thought of any sort. So long as one desires liberation, so long, you may take it, one is in bondage.
They ended up attacking me with the pillows a bit, and seeing I was complaining, thought it was a fun idea to finally blindfold me with a scarf, reducing my senses greatly, and then gagging me by shoving a scarf in my mouth and tying it pretty well at the back of my head. Not bad, to be honest. It lasted a while, maybe too long even, but they untied me in the end and we carried on like nothing happened. Quite a fun, albeit short, interesting story I had to tell. I do play it often so we'll see how it goes. It goes on quite naturally so there's that. That's always good, and I will have more stories soon!
THE END
War, war never changes.

### Re: Uncle Vexatious' Hostage Situation (MMM/M)

Post by xtc » Sun Jan 01, 2017 4:05 pm

Nice little tale.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Uncle Vexatious' Hostage Situation (MMM/M)

Post by KingMush » Sun Jan 01, 2017 4:12 pm

> xtc wrote:Nice little tale.

Thanks! I'll write some more soon, longer ones I hope.
War, war never changes.

### Re: Uncle Vexatious' Hostage Situation (MMM/M)

Post by xtc » Sun Jan 01, 2017 4:18 pm

There's nothing wrong with short stories.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Uncle Vexatious' Hostage Situation (MMM/M)

Post by Jack Roper » Sun Jan 01, 2017 4:24 pm

Who is that quote from near the bottom of your story?

### Re: Uncle Vexatious' Hostage Situation (MMM/M)

Post by KingMush » Sun Jan 01, 2017 4:28 pm

@xtc: Thanks again, and yes I know
@Jack: Hmm I don't actually know.. I found it randomly in my archives.
War, war never changes.