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Small Town Terror (M/M)
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Wow awesome stuff so far.
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Bandanasandrope
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I'm working on the next chapter as we speak. I will post an update at some point this week. I need some feedback. What would everyone like to see happen to our poor protagonist? Any specific ties or gags?
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Ooh can’t wait for the next one. Some good old fashioned teasing , spanking, and tickle torture would be nice to see.
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Chapter 5:
"Since you pulled a damn stupid stunt like that, I'll be sure to not go easy on your gag, winner," the man whispered into Ryan's ear, while simultaneously clamping his hand over Ryan's stuffed mouth, keeping the bandana in. "Mmmmph!" Ryan tried to beg his captor to let him go, but his pleas were only heard as low muffled grunts.the man picked the other bandana off the floor and retied it over Ryan's mouth, forcing the stuffing deeper into his throat. The man patted Ryan on the cheek and smiled. "Don't worry, that..." pointing to Ryan's gag, "is just temporary. I got better things to shut you up with." He ruffled Ryan's hair playfully and began rummaging through the duffle bag. Ryan sat on his stool, bound basically from his shoulders to his ankles. The stranger had ambushed him and forced him inside of his own food truck, before tightly tying him up and gagging him and taking him away. The mysterious captor chuckled as he began laying even more bandanas and cloths on the counter in front of Ryan. His eyes went wide as the man also sat a roll of black gorilla tape and a roll of Ace bandage down with them. Ryan new he was about to be shut up for good. He began to struggle in his bonds. With all of the ropes and belts pinning his body into a stiff position on the stool, he could barely move at all. The man chuckled and grabbed Ryan by the chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. "Now this is going to be fun." He sat on the counter in front of Ryan and began unlacing his boot, all while taunting his roped up captive. "You know, Ryan, I've gotten so tired of your cheerful 'sunshine-and-rainbows' attitude. You always had it easy, haven't you? Everything always looked up for 'dear sweet Ryan.' Well that will change today. Its time you have a little reality check." He plucked his boot off to reveal a very worn and obviously sweaty black sock. The smell that followed quickly filled the room and made Ryan's eyes begin to water. "Sheeeewww. That's ripe alright," the man teased, "and it's all for you, winner!" Ryan immediately knew his captors intentions and began to thrash in his bonds. At one point in his futile struggle, he almost tipped the stool he sat upon over. The man caught him by his apron strap and began to pull upward, causing Ryan to cough and choke. "Easy there, buddy, we don't want you too banged up yet. We'll fix that moving around problem in just a minute too."
With one hand holding Ryan firmly in place, the man slowly began to peel the sock off his foot with the other hand, causing the already pungent smell to intensify. Ryan began to beg behind the bandana crammed into his mouth. He knew where the sock was going, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Since you pulled a damn stupid stunt like that, I'll be sure to not go easy on your gag, winner," the man whispered into Ryan's ear, while simultaneously clamping his hand over Ryan's stuffed mouth, keeping the bandana in. "Mmmmph!" Ryan tried to beg his captor to let him go, but his pleas were only heard as low muffled grunts.the man picked the other bandana off the floor and retied it over Ryan's mouth, forcing the stuffing deeper into his throat. The man patted Ryan on the cheek and smiled. "Don't worry, that..." pointing to Ryan's gag, "is just temporary. I got better things to shut you up with." He ruffled Ryan's hair playfully and began rummaging through the duffle bag. Ryan sat on his stool, bound basically from his shoulders to his ankles. The stranger had ambushed him and forced him inside of his own food truck, before tightly tying him up and gagging him and taking him away. The mysterious captor chuckled as he began laying even more bandanas and cloths on the counter in front of Ryan. His eyes went wide as the man also sat a roll of black gorilla tape and a roll of Ace bandage down with them. Ryan new he was about to be shut up for good. He began to struggle in his bonds. With all of the ropes and belts pinning his body into a stiff position on the stool, he could barely move at all. The man chuckled and grabbed Ryan by the chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. "Now this is going to be fun." He sat on the counter in front of Ryan and began unlacing his boot, all while taunting his roped up captive. "You know, Ryan, I've gotten so tired of your cheerful 'sunshine-and-rainbows' attitude. You always had it easy, haven't you? Everything always looked up for 'dear sweet Ryan.' Well that will change today. Its time you have a little reality check." He plucked his boot off to reveal a very worn and obviously sweaty black sock. The smell that followed quickly filled the room and made Ryan's eyes begin to water. "Sheeeewww. That's ripe alright," the man teased, "and it's all for you, winner!" Ryan immediately knew his captors intentions and began to thrash in his bonds. At one point in his futile struggle, he almost tipped the stool he sat upon over. The man caught him by his apron strap and began to pull upward, causing Ryan to cough and choke. "Easy there, buddy, we don't want you too banged up yet. We'll fix that moving around problem in just a minute too."
With one hand holding Ryan firmly in place, the man slowly began to peel the sock off his foot with the other hand, causing the already pungent smell to intensify. Ryan began to beg behind the bandana crammed into his mouth. He knew where the sock was going, and there was nothing he could do about it.
what a hot chapter! Nothing better than sweaty socks to shut a feisty guy with!
Hahaha Ryan done messed up. He's getting a freshly used sock soon 
Actually feel bad for the poor guy. He's got no real answer to why this is happening yet, is being put through the ringer and there's only more coming. Maybe I wouldn't feel so bad if I knew vs speculating why
. In due time, I'm sure we'll find out the why!
Actually feel bad for the poor guy. He's got no real answer to why this is happening yet, is being put through the ringer and there's only more coming. Maybe I wouldn't feel so bad if I knew vs speculating why
. In due time, I'm sure we'll find out the why!Also under the same name on Twitter
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Hey folks. Time has gotten away from me but I promise an update is coming soon!
Loving this story
It takes more time than people may think to keep these stories going.
I’ll wait patiently because this is a great story so far!
I’ll wait patiently because this is a great story so far!
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@Bandanasandrope absolutely love where this story is going! The gags are fantastic and so hot! I look forward to the next chapter. Take as much time as you need though, we will be here when you are ready!
I am loving this story- particularly the initial zip tie bondage. Apart from handcuffs there is no better way to quickly immobilize someone The authour has wisely left the more intricate rope bondage until his prisoner is already firmly secured. Great gagging as well. NO smelly socks which have been worn for a week. I JUST HOPE THAT THIS STORY IS CONTINED.
Loving this story! Ryan apparently has a dark past, his attacker is really mad at him. I love the gags used in this story; sweaty socks are great for keeping a captive in line, or maybe he'll struggle more, but who cares? Chew on those socks, Ryan!
Yes, it's me in the picture. What are you waiting for to tie me up and gag me?
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Thank you all! I promise an update is coming soon.
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**MANY APOLOGIES TO YOU ALL AS LIFE HAS GOTTEN INTO MY FREE TIME LATELY. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE NEXT CHAPTER OF THIS TALE. AFTER THIS, THE STORY WILL BEGIN TO MOVE ALONG A BIT FASTER.**
Chapter 6
As the captor pulled the putrid sock off of his foot with one hand, his other held Ryan still by his apron strap. "Now then, as I said, I have better things to gag you with," his captor sneered as he held the sock up to Ryan's face. He released his grip on Ryan and moved behind him to untie the bandana holding the temporary stuffing inside his mouth. Ryan attempted one last time to beg his captor not to stuff his mouth with the sock. His captor chuckled. "You really think I'm going to show you ANY leniency after that little stunt you pulled, winner? You must have a few screws loose." The bandana fell away and his hand quickly clamped over Ryan's mouth. "If you even attempt to scream like you did a minute ago, don't think I won't filet you right here," the man leaned into Ryan's ear, "and I'll be long gone before they find anything that might be left of you." Ryan gulped with nervousness, and nodded slowly. "Good, you learn quick. Now do me proud and open real wide for me, bud." Ryan's eyes grew wide as the sock in the man's hand made it's way closer to Ryan's face. He relented and opened. The salty fabric was quickly thrust into his mouth. Flecks of dirt and sweat speckled his tongue as it was pushed in by his captors large fingers. He made sure Ryan's cheeks were stuffed well and he had no chance of spitting it out. He coughed into the fabric as the taste assaulted the inside of his mouth as well as his nose. "Good, good. Let that be a reminder of why you shouldn't do what you did." He patted Ryan on the cheek before grabbing a bandana that had been knotted in the middle. He quickly tied the red cloth between Ryan's lips, the knot pushing the sock further into his mouth. "I bet you want to know what this is all about, huh? Who I really am?" His captor said as he picked up another folded bandana and swiftly tied it over Ryan's mouth. "Well, I'll tell you as soon as I make you a bit more restricted." He picked up the wide roll of gorilla tape and pulled the end of the tape free of the roll. Ryan began to sweat as he plastered the end of the tape on Ryan's cheek and began to wind tape around his face, pulling tight with each revolution. Ryan counted 10 turns around his head before the man ripped the tape and smoothed it down over his mouth with both hands. He tore a smaller piece free and pulled Ryan's head back so he was forced to look up to his captor. The piece of tape was pulled tight under his chin and smoothed down, ensuring Ryan's jaw wouldn't budge. He then made one more pass with the black material around his mouth. The man walked around Ryan again. He put a hand on the top of Ryan's head. "Oh...I'm not done." He then tied another bandana over the tape, knotting it tightly behind Ryan's head. He then began to remove his other boot. The smell of sweat once again filled Ryan's nostrils. His captor removed the sock, and, similar to the one now shoved into Ryan's mouth, was stained with dirt and sweat. Ryan's efforts to struggle were futile as the man moved behind Ryan once again. He grabbed a big white cloth from behind him and moved to shove the sock under Ryan's nose, forcing him to breathe in the putrid smell. He then tied the cloth over the bridge of Ryan's nose and the sock underneath before tying it off tightly. "And that," his captor pointed to the sock and cloth, "is a reminder that you are no longer the winner here. So enjoy that." Ryan's eyes began to water. Every breath he took in through his nose was rank with the smell of sweat and dirt. There was no hope for fresh air anytime soon. The man pulled another stool and placed it in front of Ryan. "So, you ready to figure out what this is all about, huh?" He asked as he sat on the stool. "Very well." The man began to remove the mask that had hidden his face since the moment Ryan first saw him. If Ryan's jaw wasn't taped shut it would have hit the floor when he saw who his captor actually was.
Chapter 6
As the captor pulled the putrid sock off of his foot with one hand, his other held Ryan still by his apron strap. "Now then, as I said, I have better things to gag you with," his captor sneered as he held the sock up to Ryan's face. He released his grip on Ryan and moved behind him to untie the bandana holding the temporary stuffing inside his mouth. Ryan attempted one last time to beg his captor not to stuff his mouth with the sock. His captor chuckled. "You really think I'm going to show you ANY leniency after that little stunt you pulled, winner? You must have a few screws loose." The bandana fell away and his hand quickly clamped over Ryan's mouth. "If you even attempt to scream like you did a minute ago, don't think I won't filet you right here," the man leaned into Ryan's ear, "and I'll be long gone before they find anything that might be left of you." Ryan gulped with nervousness, and nodded slowly. "Good, you learn quick. Now do me proud and open real wide for me, bud." Ryan's eyes grew wide as the sock in the man's hand made it's way closer to Ryan's face. He relented and opened. The salty fabric was quickly thrust into his mouth. Flecks of dirt and sweat speckled his tongue as it was pushed in by his captors large fingers. He made sure Ryan's cheeks were stuffed well and he had no chance of spitting it out. He coughed into the fabric as the taste assaulted the inside of his mouth as well as his nose. "Good, good. Let that be a reminder of why you shouldn't do what you did." He patted Ryan on the cheek before grabbing a bandana that had been knotted in the middle. He quickly tied the red cloth between Ryan's lips, the knot pushing the sock further into his mouth. "I bet you want to know what this is all about, huh? Who I really am?" His captor said as he picked up another folded bandana and swiftly tied it over Ryan's mouth. "Well, I'll tell you as soon as I make you a bit more restricted." He picked up the wide roll of gorilla tape and pulled the end of the tape free of the roll. Ryan began to sweat as he plastered the end of the tape on Ryan's cheek and began to wind tape around his face, pulling tight with each revolution. Ryan counted 10 turns around his head before the man ripped the tape and smoothed it down over his mouth with both hands. He tore a smaller piece free and pulled Ryan's head back so he was forced to look up to his captor. The piece of tape was pulled tight under his chin and smoothed down, ensuring Ryan's jaw wouldn't budge. He then made one more pass with the black material around his mouth. The man walked around Ryan again. He put a hand on the top of Ryan's head. "Oh...I'm not done." He then tied another bandana over the tape, knotting it tightly behind Ryan's head. He then began to remove his other boot. The smell of sweat once again filled Ryan's nostrils. His captor removed the sock, and, similar to the one now shoved into Ryan's mouth, was stained with dirt and sweat. Ryan's efforts to struggle were futile as the man moved behind Ryan once again. He grabbed a big white cloth from behind him and moved to shove the sock under Ryan's nose, forcing him to breathe in the putrid smell. He then tied the cloth over the bridge of Ryan's nose and the sock underneath before tying it off tightly. "And that," his captor pointed to the sock and cloth, "is a reminder that you are no longer the winner here. So enjoy that." Ryan's eyes began to water. Every breath he took in through his nose was rank with the smell of sweat and dirt. There was no hope for fresh air anytime soon. The man pulled another stool and placed it in front of Ryan. "So, you ready to figure out what this is all about, huh?" He asked as he sat on the stool. "Very well." The man began to remove the mask that had hidden his face since the moment Ryan first saw him. If Ryan's jaw wasn't taped shut it would have hit the floor when he saw who his captor actually was.
it was definitely worth the wait!
Ryan is soooo screwed up! I loved the idea to make him sniff his captor's socks...
Ryan is soooo screwed up! I loved the idea to make him sniff his captor's socks...
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oh loving it.like applying that style of gag on my victims.
Awesome!
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Chapter 7: The Reveal
If Ryan's jaw wasn't taped shut it would have hit the floor when he saw who his captor actually was.
Brant.
His older brother.
Ryan's eyes grew wide with shock.
Brant was the oldest of three kids in the family. Then Ryan followed 8 years later, and after them his sister Elizabeth. Brant had not had the best of luck when it came to success. In the years prior to him cutting everyone in the family off, Brant's luck was always on his side. A turbulent childhood in school, failed relationships and job opportunities jaded the older brother. He had disappeared years ago after being released from prison on charges that Ryan had no idea about. He dropped communication with their parents, his siblings, and the two friends he had, who weren't exactly the ideal guys women would be proud to introduce to their parents. Ryan tried to find him, as did his sister and parents, but it was always coming back to a dead end. Now here he was. Holding his younger brother captive in his own food truck.
A wry grin pulled at the corner of Brant's lips. "Surprise, little brother." Ryan didn't move, his body still in shock. His heart raced in his chest as he struggled to comprehend the situation. He knew it was his brother, but the man he once knew was buried beneath layers of bitterness. The reunion was nothing like he imagined.
Brant stood up from his own stool and began to walk menacingly around Ryan. "I figured you'd be happy to see me," he taunted, "but I'm very happy to have you here." He stopped in front of Ryan and leaned down so he was face to face with his bound captive. “You always had it so easy,†Brant hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "Always the big achiever. Never had any string of bad luck. 'Ryan never let's us down!' they said." He grabbed Ryan's cloth-covered chin and lifted it so he looked into Brant's cold eyes. “Mom and Dad couldn’t stop praising you, Lizzy too. But me? I was just the screw-up.†He began to squeeze Ryan's chin to elicit some discomfort. "You're always the favorite," his brother spat, voice dripping with resentment. "Always the successful one. But look at you now," he looked Ryan up and down, taking note of his bound and helpless state. "Now you're the one that's helpless and no longer in control. The 'Star Of The Show'", Brant gestured his hand into the air as if reading out a billboard, "well that's about to change." He walked behind Ryan, who was now profusely sweating. He clamped his hands on Ryan's shoulders and leaned into his ear. "You took everything from me, Ryan. Every little thing. The jobs, the attention, even our parents—especially them. Even our little sister overlooked me.†He grabbed the neckband on Ryan's apron once again and yanked it tightly, watching with cruel satisfaction as Ryan’s breathing hitched in panic. “It’s my turn now. Ill make sure to get what you took from me out of you somehow. I got big plans, winner, and don't you worry, you'll still be the center of attention," his crooked grin turned into a devilish smile that stretched from ear to ear.
If Ryan's jaw wasn't taped shut it would have hit the floor when he saw who his captor actually was.
Brant.
His older brother.
Ryan's eyes grew wide with shock.
Brant was the oldest of three kids in the family. Then Ryan followed 8 years later, and after them his sister Elizabeth. Brant had not had the best of luck when it came to success. In the years prior to him cutting everyone in the family off, Brant's luck was always on his side. A turbulent childhood in school, failed relationships and job opportunities jaded the older brother. He had disappeared years ago after being released from prison on charges that Ryan had no idea about. He dropped communication with their parents, his siblings, and the two friends he had, who weren't exactly the ideal guys women would be proud to introduce to their parents. Ryan tried to find him, as did his sister and parents, but it was always coming back to a dead end. Now here he was. Holding his younger brother captive in his own food truck.
A wry grin pulled at the corner of Brant's lips. "Surprise, little brother." Ryan didn't move, his body still in shock. His heart raced in his chest as he struggled to comprehend the situation. He knew it was his brother, but the man he once knew was buried beneath layers of bitterness. The reunion was nothing like he imagined.
Brant stood up from his own stool and began to walk menacingly around Ryan. "I figured you'd be happy to see me," he taunted, "but I'm very happy to have you here." He stopped in front of Ryan and leaned down so he was face to face with his bound captive. “You always had it so easy,†Brant hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "Always the big achiever. Never had any string of bad luck. 'Ryan never let's us down!' they said." He grabbed Ryan's cloth-covered chin and lifted it so he looked into Brant's cold eyes. “Mom and Dad couldn’t stop praising you, Lizzy too. But me? I was just the screw-up.†He began to squeeze Ryan's chin to elicit some discomfort. "You're always the favorite," his brother spat, voice dripping with resentment. "Always the successful one. But look at you now," he looked Ryan up and down, taking note of his bound and helpless state. "Now you're the one that's helpless and no longer in control. The 'Star Of The Show'", Brant gestured his hand into the air as if reading out a billboard, "well that's about to change." He walked behind Ryan, who was now profusely sweating. He clamped his hands on Ryan's shoulders and leaned into his ear. "You took everything from me, Ryan. Every little thing. The jobs, the attention, even our parents—especially them. Even our little sister overlooked me.†He grabbed the neckband on Ryan's apron once again and yanked it tightly, watching with cruel satisfaction as Ryan’s breathing hitched in panic. “It’s my turn now. Ill make sure to get what you took from me out of you somehow. I got big plans, winner, and don't you worry, you'll still be the center of attention," his crooked grin turned into a devilish smile that stretched from ear to ear.
Oh, I wasn't expecting that! Ryan seems to be in real trouble now...
Wow!
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oh nice twist,