Tony De Costa sat outside Franklin Middle School with the top down on his '67 Chevy Camaro. The car was his pride and joy. He's purchased it at a steal from some guy off Ebay and had been disappointed, but honestly not surprised, when the car had arrived and, after two days of driving, the engine had died.
"I guess that's why I could afford it," Tony had laughed to anyone who asked him about it.
In the weeks that followed, Tony had pieced the car together himself, not only replacing the engine, but updating the cooling system, battery, and installing brand new taillights to the back of the automobile. At 42 years old, Tony had years of experience working on cars. In high school, he worked at his father's auto repair shop for chump change he would use to take various girls out to the movies or to a bar that didn't card its patrons. Throughout the years, Tony maintained his mechanical skills by dropping in to help his dad and the employees of the shop whenever work got too backed up at the shop. His dad would throw him a couple of bucks, but Tony enjoyed the work so much he eventually stopped taking a check and told his dad to pay him with a burger and fries instead.
Tony had a job working virtually from home as a translator for a company that worked exclusively with international clients. Tony was skilled in Spanish, Italian and, oddly, Arabic, making him somewhat of a hot commodity in the translator world. He enjoyed a comfortable life, living in an upper-middle class neighborhood amongst families, most of whom had kids that ran around the block shouting from the time school let out to whenever the street lights came on.
The setting, while ideal, also exacerbated the already bothersome understanding that while Tony might have had a great job and, according to the stares from the women he passed daily, incredible good looks, he was missing one important thing: a family of his own.
Tony had never been very good at commitment. He'd dated through the years and at one point in his twenties was engaged to a girl who left him weeks before they were set to marry. In the years that followed, Tony had been "licking his wounds," so to speak, picking up women in bars and taking them back to his place for a one night stand.
All of that changed when he met Denise...
It started out as it normally did: Tony, fresh from the gym and itching to have some adult company, had spotted Denise at a local watering hole, Martini's, he frequented whenever he was in the mood for fun. She was beautiful: blonde hair, great body, and legs that he couldn't wait to explore. He figured he'd buy her a drink and then the two of them would head back to his place.
But that's not how it went down. Denise, aside from being a bombshell, was one of the best conversationalists he'd ever met. She made him laugh and, in return, when Tony told a joke, Denise would throw her head back and let out the most charming, musical giggle he'd ever heard. As one drink turned to two, then four, then six, he realized they were speaking about subjects he never shared with anyone, let alone the women he picked up from Martini's. Denise, he came to realize was special and made him feel special, something he hadn't felt since the fiancee who broke his heart.
The couple took a cab back to Tony's where the drinking and discussion continued. Denise, he found out, was only in town for the evening. She lived 1,000 miles away with her son and daughter from a previous marriage. Her job had her traveling for work and she had a plane back home the next morning. Tony felt his heart drop.
"I hope you don't think I do this all the time; go back with the first good looking guy who buys me a drink," Denise blushed.
"Wasn't even a thought," Tony said. And it was true. There was something about Denise that made him feel as though she were incapable of being dishonest or manipulative. It seemed, and he laughed to himself recognizing the cliche, they'd known each other in a past life. It was then he made the decision, even if it were to only last an evening, Tony would make the most of their time together.
Tony moved in and softly asked Denise if he could kiss her. She obliged. Their lips met and it was... everything.
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The next morning, after Denise had left and while Tony nursed a hangover from bed, he heard his phone ping. His heart jumped and a smile came across his face when he saw "Denise" pop up on his screen.
He looked over to his bedside table and saw the empty champagne bottle.
"You deserve this headache, bud," Tony said aloud to himself while unlocking his phone and going in to his messages to read Denise's text:
Tony, Thank you so much for an incredible evening. I'm still smiling. I hope what you said last night about coming out this weekend to stay with me and the kids still holds true. Normally, I would never dream of having a man I just met be around my kids, but the fact that you'll have custody of your son this week and be bringing him along makes me feel better. I think you're something really special, Tony. And I hope this weekend will be the start of something incredible.
Fuck.
Tony clamped his hand to his throbbing head. A memory of a conversation flooded into his consciousness from the previous night. In a drunken attempt to tighten the bond between them, Tony had admitted to having a son around the same age as Denise's two kids. Why? At the moment, Tony wasn't exactly sure himself.
But he wanted to see Denise, needed to see her. He knew he couldn't show up without a kid in tow. She admitted in her text the idea of him coming alone made her feel uneasy. Unfortunately, Tony's nephews lives a couple of thousand miles in the opposite direction of where Denise reported to have lived. If he was meant to see her by the weekend, he couldn't make it out to grab a nephew and enlist him in a plan to help bag a lady he'd only just met the night before.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Tony shook the anxiety from his head in an attempt to appear clearheaded for whoever was at the door.
Upon answering the door, Tony was greeted by his next door neighbor, Dan. Dan lived two houses down with his wife and thirteen-year-old son, Nick. He was a couple of years older than Tony, but in the years since Tony moved in to the neighborhood, Dan had sought out his company a number of times, Tony believed because time spend tinkering with the Camaro and smoking cigars in the backyard made Dan feel less like the suburban father and more like free-spirited bachelor.
"Dude, you look a little worse for wear!" Dan said, noting Tony's unshaven face and bed-tussled hair. "Good time last night?"
"Life changingly," Tony sighed. "What's up?"
"Well, I hate to ask you this, given your current state," Dan began, "but Georgette just got a call from her father. Her mom's in the hospital. It's a long story, but we need to head upstate to take care of things for a bit. I know this is super last minute, but is there any chance Nick can stay with you?"
Tony felt the sudden urge to make up a lie as to why he was unable to help watch Nick. He didn't mind the kid, actually the two of them got along pretty well. Nick sometimes came over without Dan to watch Tony tinker away at the car. Tony had promised the kid he would teach him how to change a car's oil one day so that by the time he was sixteen, Nick could save money servicing a car for himself. The last time he dropped by while Dan and Tony had been drinking a few brews and looking over the progress of the vehicle, Nick had asked Tony maybe thirteen questions in the span of five minutes. Tony hadn't minded, but Dan was becoming more and more frustrated with each passing inquiry from the boy.
"That's enough yappin out of you," Dan said, coming up behind his son and cutting him off by clapping a very large hand over the kid's mouth. Nick's eyes widened as his dad pressed the boys head against his sturdy torso. At 6'7, Dan towered over not only Nick, but even Tony himself, who at 6'1 was no shrinking violet. Tony chuckled as he watched the boy squirm and continue trying to talk under his dad's massive hand.
"Kid's curious," Tony said, "Even covering his mouth doesn't seem to dissuade him from asking more about the car!"
Dan smiled and looked down at his boy, forcing the kid's head up so he was looking his dad right in the face, "Yea," Dan laughed, "But if he keep up the mumbles, you'll have to help me pack his mouth with one of these engine rags."
It had been a bluff and after declining another beer, Dan had waved good night with his free hand and marched Nick back home. Tony laughed as he heard the kid's muffled grunts get softer and softer as the two disappeared towards their house.
Back in his doorway, Tony suddenly remembered his talk with Denise. He smiled, actually letting out a sharp laugh. How could this be lining up so perfectly? Tony immediately began devising a plan on how to get himself and Nick out to Denise's by Saturday evening. It was Tuesday morning, leaving them three-and-a-half days almost of travel time. Sure, he'd have to get Nick to agree to go along with the lie, but he figured he'd cross that bridge when they got there.
"Aw, man, I feel terrible for you guys," Tony feigned compassion. "Of course, Nicky can stay with me as long as you need."
"Great," Dan said and from behind his back he revealed a duffle bag. "We already locked up the house and I was kinda hoping you'd say yes, so we went ahead and packed Nick an overnight bag for a few days. He'll be getting off the bus around 3:20. I figure you can grab him at that point and let him know?"
"Sure thing!" Tony said. "Actually, why don't I plan to pick him up directly from school? I gotta run a few errands so I might not be back in time to catch him at the bus."
"Whatever you need, dude" Dan exclaimed, "I'll shoot the kid a text and tell him to be on the lookout for you in the school parking lot. You're a lifesaver!"
Tony smiled, thinking Dan didn't realize he and Nick were the one's who were the lifesaver. " Don't mention it, man."
To be continued.....
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cmcm2789 wrote: 10 months ago Tony De Costa sat outside Franklin Middle School with the top down on his '67 Chevy Camaro. The car was his pride and joy. He's purchased it at a steal from some guy off Ebay and had been disappointed, but honestly not surprised, when the car had arrived and, after two days of driving, the engine had died.
"I guess that's why I could afford it," Tony had laughed to anyone who asked him about it.
In the weeks that followed, Tony had pieced the car together himself, not only replacing the engine, but updating the cooling system, battery, and installing brand new taillights to the back of the automobile. At 42 years old, Tony had years of experience working on cars. In high school, he worked at his father's auto repair shop for chump change he would use to take various girls out to the movies or to a bar that didn't card its patrons. Throughout the years, Tony maintained his mechanical skills by dropping in to help his dad and the employees of the shop whenever work got too backed up at the shop. His dad would throw him a couple of bucks, but Tony enjoyed the work so much he eventually stopped taking a check and told his dad to pay him with a burger and fries instead.
Tony had a job working virtually from home as a translator for a company that worked exclusively with international clients. Tony was skilled in Spanish, Italian and, oddly, Arabic, making him somewhat of a hot commodity in the translator world. He enjoyed a comfortable life, living in an upper-middle class neighborhood amongst families, most of whom had kids that ran around the block shouting from the time school let out to whenever the street lights came on.
The setting, while ideal, also exacerbated the already bothersome understanding that while Tony might have had a great job and, according to the stares from the women he passed daily, incredible good looks, he was missing one important thing: a family of his own.
Tony had never been very good at commitment. He'd dated through the years and at one point in his twenties was engaged to a girl who left him weeks before they were set to marry. In the years that followed, Tony had been "licking his wounds," so to speak, picking up women in bars and taking them back to his place for a one night stand.
All of that changed when he met Denise...
It started out as it normally did: Tony, fresh from the gym and itching to have some adult company, had spotted Denise at a local watering hole, Martini's, he frequented whenever he was in the mood for fun. She was beautiful: blonde hair, great body, and legs that he couldn't wait to explore. He figured he'd buy her a drink and then the two of them would head back to his place.
But that's not how it went down. Denise, aside from being a bombshell, was one of the best conversationalists he'd ever met. She made him laugh and, in return, when Tony told a joke, Denise would throw her head back and let out the most charming, musical giggle he'd ever heard. As one drink turned to two, then four, then six, he realized they were speaking about subjects he never shared with anyone, let alone the women he picked up from Martini's. Denise, he came to realize was special and made him feel special, something he hadn't felt since the fiancee who broke his heart.
The couple took a cab back to Tony's where the drinking and discussion continued. Denise, he found out, was only in town for the evening. She lived 1,000 miles away with her son and daughter from a previous marriage. Her job had her traveling for work and she had a plane back home the next morning. Tony felt his heart drop.
"I hope you don't think I do this all the time; go back with the first good looking guy who buys me a drink," Denise blushed.
"Wasn't even a thought," Tony said. And it was true. There was something about Denise that made him feel as though she were incapable of being dishonest or manipulative. It seemed, and he laughed to himself recognizing the cliche, they'd known each other in a past life. It was then he made the decision, even if it were to only last an evening, Tony would make the most of their time together.
Tony moved in and softly asked Denise if he could kiss her. She obliged. Their lips met and it was... everything.
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The next morning, after Denise had left and while Tony nursed a hangover from bed, he heard his phone ping. His heart jumped and a smile came across his face when he saw "Denise" pop up on his screen.
He looked over to his bedside table and saw the empty champagne bottle.
"You deserve this headache, bud," Tony said aloud to himself while unlocking his phone and going in to his messages to read Denise's text:
Tony, Thank you so much for an incredible evening. I'm still smiling. I hope what you said last night about coming out this weekend to stay with me and the kids still holds true. Normally, I would never dream of having a man I just met be around my kids, but the fact that you'll have custody of your son this week and be bringing him along makes me feel better. I think you're something really special, Tony. And I hope this weekend will be the start of something incredible.
Fuck.
Tony clamped his hand to his throbbing head. A memory of a conversation flooded into his consciousness from the previous night. In a drunken attempt to tighten the bond between them, Tony had admitted to having a son around the same age as Denise's two kids. Why? At the moment, Tony wasn't exactly sure himself.
But he wanted to see Denise, needed to see her. He knew he couldn't show up without a kid in tow. She admitted in her text the idea of him coming alone made her feel uneasy. Unfortunately, Tony's nephews lives a couple of thousand miles in the opposite direction of where Denise reported to have lived. If he was meant to see her by the weekend, he couldn't make it out to grab a nephew and enlist him in a plan to help bag a lady he'd only just met the night before.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Tony shook the anxiety from his head in an attempt to appear clearheaded for whoever was at the door.
Upon answering the door, Tony was greeted by his next door neighbor, Dan. Dan lived two houses down with his wife and thirteen-year-old son, Nick. He was a couple of years older than Tony, but in the years since Tony moved in to the neighborhood, Dan had sought out his company a number of times, Tony believed because time spend tinkering with the Camaro and smoking cigars in the backyard made Dan feel less like the suburban father and more like free-spirited bachelor.
"Dude, you look a little worse for wear!" Dan said, noting Tony's unshaven face and bed-tussled hair. "Good time last night?"
"Life changingly," Tony sighed. "What's up?"
"Well, I hate to ask you this, given your current state," Dan began, "but Georgette just got a call from her father. Her mom's in the hospital. It's a long story, but we need to head upstate to take care of things for a bit. I know this is super last minute, but is there any chance Nick can stay with you?"
Tony felt the sudden urge to make up a lie as to why he was unable to help watch Nick. He didn't mind the kid, actually the two of them got along pretty well. Nick sometimes came over without Dan to watch Tony tinker away at the car. Tony had promised the kid he would teach him how to change a car's oil one day so that by the time he was sixteen, Nick could save money servicing a car for himself. The last time he dropped by while Dan and Tony had been drinking a few brews and looking over the progress of the vehicle, Nick had asked Tony maybe thirteen questions in the span of five minutes. Tony hadn't minded, but Dan was becoming more and more frustrated with each passing inquiry from the boy.
"That's enough yappin out of you," Dan said, coming up behind his son and cutting him off by clapping a very large hand over the kid's mouth. Nick's eyes widened as his dad pressed the boys head against his sturdy torso. At 6'7, Dan towered over not only Nick, but even Tony himself, who at 6'1 was no shrinking violet. Tony chuckled as he watched the boy squirm and continue trying to talk under his dad's massive hand.
"Kid's curious," Tony said, "Even covering his mouth doesn't seem to dissuade him from asking more about the car!"
Dan smiled and looked down at his boy, forcing the kid's head up so he was looking his dad right in the face, "Yea," Dan laughed, "But if he keep up the mumbles, you'll have to help me pack his mouth with one of these engine rags."
It had been a bluff and after declining another beer, Dan had waved good night with his free hand and marched Nick back home. Tony laughed as he heard the kid's muffled grunts get softer and softer as the two disappeared towards their house.
Back in his doorway, Tony suddenly remembered his talk with Denise. He smiled, actually letting out a sharp laugh. How could this be lining up so perfectly? Tony immediately began devising a plan on how to get himself and Nick out to Denise's by Saturday evening. It was Tuesday morning, leaving them three-and-a-half days almost of travel time. Sure, he'd have to get Nick to agree to go along with the lie, but he figured he'd cross that bridge when they got there.
"Aw, man, I feel terrible for you guys," Tony feigned compassion. "Of course, Nicky can stay with me as long as you need."
"Great," Dan said and from behind his back he revealed a duffle bag. "We already locked up the house and I was kinda hoping you'd say yes, so we went ahead and packed Nick an overnight bag for a few days. He'll be getting off the bus around 3:20. I figure you can grab him at that point and let him know?"
"Sure thing!" Tony said. "Actually, why don't I plan to pick him up directly from school? I gotta run a few errands so I might not be back in time to catch him at the bus."
"Whatever you need, dude" Dan exclaimed, "I'll shoot the kid a text and tell him to be on the lookout for you in the school parking lot. You're a lifesaver!"
Tony smiled, thinking Dan didn't realize he and Nick were the one's who were the lifesaver. " Don't mention it, man."
To be continued.....
great start, can't wait to read more
Awesome i'm impatient to read more
very intriguing and exciting plot
Can't wait for the next part, fantastic start!
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Super interesting start!
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Awesome opener @cmcm2789! I'm really enjoying this fresh and original plot. Big Dan applying that massive handgag to his thirteen-year-old son's face was the cherry on the cake. I bet @squirrel and a bunch of other readers on here were melting at the thought of being in talkative Nick's place during the lengthy handgag.
Really enjoying your descriptive writing.
Will be keeping my eyes peeled for the continuation. Cheers!
Really enjoying your descriptive writing.
Will be keeping my eyes peeled for the continuation. Cheers!
PART 2
"I'm surprised my dad didn't say anything about you taking me up to the lake for a fishing trip, Tony," Nick was sitting in the passenger seat of Tony's convertible. Tony had found the kid before he hopped on the bus and told him he was there to take him on a trip up to Lake Slipknot to catch some bass while his parents went out of town. Tony had come up with this false narrative literally en route to pick the kid up from school. He figured telling the truth this early, that he intended to portray Nick as his own son, might lead to an adverse reaction from the kid and then there would be no hope in getting him to cooperate and go along with the charade. Better to ease him into the ploy, make more of a connection with the kid and eventually figure out a way to go along with the ruse.
Tony had mapped the trip out. It would take him four days to get to Denise's place. He'd selected Lake Slipknot as the ruse for his destination with Nick because, in actuality, Denise and her boys lived an hour away from the hot-fishing destination. Maybe if Nicky-boy played his part as the doting son, Tony could reward him with a day on the lake for his troubles.
That said, he had yet to figure out how he was going to broach the subject of roleplaying father-and-son with the kid. Tony knew if his neighbor from childhood had done the same to him, there would have been no way he would have gone along with the charade. Tony figured in the four days it would take to get to the destination, he would be able to develop a rapport with Nick, making the favor more palatable than it would appear at the present time.
However, this meant that for the first five hour portion of the drive, Tony would have to ignore Denise's many phone calls. "Jesus," he thought, "Hasn't this woman ever heard of text?!" He knew if he picked up the phone, he ran the risk of blowing his cover in front of the kid, and, while he was pretty confident in his plan thus far, he hadn't necessarily factored in calming a panicking child while talking to his love-interest and operating heavy machinery. Denise would have to wait until they arrived at their first time.
At around 7:15pm, Tony pulled off the interstate and into the lot of a Comfy Inn Motel. The place looked desolate but didn't give off serial killer vibes, a major plus for off-brand motels in this area of the state.
"Alright, champ," Tony said to Nick, "You wait here. I'm gonna go grab us a room."
"You don't want me coming in with you?" Nick said.
In fact he didn't. Tony didn't know when he would get another opportunity to be out of eartshot from the boy, so he figured while he checked in, he'd give Denise a call. She'd tried him three times and he felt bad letting her go to voicemail. But he couldn't very well saying he was on his way with his son in front of Nick... just yet, anyways.
"Better you stay here," Tony winked, "You can keep on eye on the bags."
Nick laughed as Tony ruffled the boy's sandy blonde hair. Tony felt confident he could win the boy over in a few days and have him spewing whatever crazy tale he'd concoct to Denise and her sons by the time they arrived at their destination.
The man behind the counter of the motel was a towering presence, and looked like he might have been a bodybuilder in his younger years. Tony smiled as he approached.
"One room, two beds please."
"Only got singles here," the man grunted.
"Really?" Tony grimaced. "That's a little odd."
"Yea well, most of the clientele we get rent by the hour." Tony noticed the man's gaze drift out to the parking lot. Nick had gotten out of the car and was standing by the driver's side door, looking in to the front office. "Will you be renting by the hour?"
"Oh, God, no, man. No way!" Tony grimaced. He paused and then said, "That's my son actually. We're on our way up to fish."
Tony noticed the man relax a bit. "Ah, gotcha. Great catchin' this time of year. Well I can get you two a room with a king bed if you want. Your son looks like a skinny little thing. Likely won't take up too much space in bed."
Tony weighed this. Nick probably wouldn't like the idea of sharing a bed with his neighbor. "Any cots?" he inquired.
"Actually, yes we have a couple. I could bring one by later this evening if you'd like."
"That'll be great," Tony said, relieved. "Maybe I'll treat the brat and give him the bed and take the cot myself."
The men laughed and the clerk asked Tony for ID and his credit card. He told Tony the machine was in the back office and he'd be back in a few. Tony took the opportunity to ring Denise.
"Hey stranger!" She said after the second ring. "I thought you'd ghosted me!"
"Never," Tony beamed. "Just bad reception. Nicky and I just got to our first stop. He's really excited to meet you and the boys."
"Well, we're excited to meet him, too," Denise assured. "But I have to say, I'm even more excited to get to reconnect with you."
"Should I stop by a drug store and buy some cough syrup so we can have the boys knock out early?" Tony joked.
Denise laughed. "I don't think that's necessary. Even if they get to bed at midnight, you won't want to fall asleep, I can assure you."
Tony felt his crotch get warm. His jeans, super tight, betrayed his hidden emotions. He looked back into the office and saw the clerk at the credit card machine.
"Your mouth is gonna get you in trouble, girl," Tony smiled. "I might have to gag you."
"You'd better," Denise purred. "Can't have me waking up the boys."
Tony blushed with the image in his head, Denise with his necktie tied in her mouth. He had to snap out of this, if not for the clerk that would be coming out any moment, then for Nick when he returned to the parking lot. Couldn't look flushed in front of the kid.
"Well, me and Nick are really excited to see you. I've told him all about you and the boys. The divorce has been hard on him, so I think this trip is actually going to be really good for us. I haven't had this kind of quality time with my son in a long while." Tony was surprised at how easy it was to lie about this. He really hadn't done much planning at all. He had to give it to himself, he thought as he turned to look out the window, he really was great at improvisation.
Fuck.
Nick was standing in the lobby, mouth agape, staring at him. Tony registered the fear in his eyes and knew he had to act fast.
"Denise, gotta run," he stammered, "Nicky's callin me."
He didn't even wait to hear a reply before hanging up the phone.
"Wh-who was that?" Nick said, his voice trembling.
"Oh, hey buddy," Tony's head was racing. He peeked over his shoulder and saw the clerk walking back towards the front desk.
"Where are you taking me?' Nick said, his voice rising, "I'm not your kid. What is it you want fro--mph"
Tony moved faster than he could think. Just as the clerk got to the counter, Tony had sidled up next to Nick and clamped a large, callused hand over the kid's mouth. Nick let out a surprised little grunt as Tony turned him to face the clerk.
"Everything ok out here?" the clerk said, warily, nodding at the squirming boy in Tony's chiseled arms.
"Oh, this?" Tony faked the biggest smile he could and tried to sound composed. "Little guy is just givin me a hard time about there only being one bed."
"Is that right, buddy?" The clerk let out a chuckle and walked around to the front of the desk where Tony stood with a squirmy Nicky. "Think you're too old to share a room with your old man?"
Tony could feel Nicky trying to shake his head "No," but caught him just in time, forcing the boy to nod his head up and down in an exaggerated motion.
"Yea," Tony laughed. "He's at the age where everything I do embarrasses him. You need me to sign something?"
"The clerk laughed, "Ha! Yeah, I remember those days. And yes, just those two forms right there."
Tony dragged a squirming Nick up to the counter, ready to sign when he realized his fatal error. His left hand, his writing hand, was over Nick's mouth. His other hand had both boy's wrists in a vice-like grip keeping him from either squirming off or pulling the gag off of his mouth.
The clerk laughed. "Seems like you could use an extra hand," he said and held up his massive palm. Nick's eyes got as big as dinner plates, but Tony felt relieved.
"Would ya mind?" he asked, anxious to get the forms signed and get into the room asap.
"Not as all," the clerk laughed, and walked up next to Tony so Nick was sandwiched in between the two men. The clerk put his hand over Tony's hand and counted, "One, two, three."
On three, Tony slipped his hand off of Nick's mouth and the clerk clamped his paw over the kid"s mouth. All Nick was able to get out was a "Call-mph!"
Tony walked up to the counter and wondered what the kid had been trying to say. Call the cops? Call my mom and dad? Regardless, the clerk's hand was doing it's job. Tony looked over and saw Nick with his head resting on the protruded stomach of the man. The man's hand was so big it made Nick's nose resemble that of a little pig, and he hoped for the kid's sake the man washed after using the restroom.
After signing and dating the forms, Tony held up his right hand, "Maybe I should use this hand to keep him quiet while I bring him back to the room?"
The clerk laughed, "Good idea," and again there was a countdown and Nick's mouth was successfully gagged by another towering captor.
"I'll bring that cot by later on," the clerk said. "In the meantime, you might try the lost and found by the ice machine and see if there are any extra pairs of socks in there you can use to stuff the kid's yip." He winked at Nick, and Tony felt a tear hit his finger.
"Haha, I'll keep that in mind," Tony waved. "But I'm hoping it won't be necessary."
Even as he said that, while dragging Nick down to their room, he knew it was inevitable.
"I'm surprised my dad didn't say anything about you taking me up to the lake for a fishing trip, Tony," Nick was sitting in the passenger seat of Tony's convertible. Tony had found the kid before he hopped on the bus and told him he was there to take him on a trip up to Lake Slipknot to catch some bass while his parents went out of town. Tony had come up with this false narrative literally en route to pick the kid up from school. He figured telling the truth this early, that he intended to portray Nick as his own son, might lead to an adverse reaction from the kid and then there would be no hope in getting him to cooperate and go along with the charade. Better to ease him into the ploy, make more of a connection with the kid and eventually figure out a way to go along with the ruse.
Tony had mapped the trip out. It would take him four days to get to Denise's place. He'd selected Lake Slipknot as the ruse for his destination with Nick because, in actuality, Denise and her boys lived an hour away from the hot-fishing destination. Maybe if Nicky-boy played his part as the doting son, Tony could reward him with a day on the lake for his troubles.
That said, he had yet to figure out how he was going to broach the subject of roleplaying father-and-son with the kid. Tony knew if his neighbor from childhood had done the same to him, there would have been no way he would have gone along with the charade. Tony figured in the four days it would take to get to the destination, he would be able to develop a rapport with Nick, making the favor more palatable than it would appear at the present time.
However, this meant that for the first five hour portion of the drive, Tony would have to ignore Denise's many phone calls. "Jesus," he thought, "Hasn't this woman ever heard of text?!" He knew if he picked up the phone, he ran the risk of blowing his cover in front of the kid, and, while he was pretty confident in his plan thus far, he hadn't necessarily factored in calming a panicking child while talking to his love-interest and operating heavy machinery. Denise would have to wait until they arrived at their first time.
At around 7:15pm, Tony pulled off the interstate and into the lot of a Comfy Inn Motel. The place looked desolate but didn't give off serial killer vibes, a major plus for off-brand motels in this area of the state.
"Alright, champ," Tony said to Nick, "You wait here. I'm gonna go grab us a room."
"You don't want me coming in with you?" Nick said.
In fact he didn't. Tony didn't know when he would get another opportunity to be out of eartshot from the boy, so he figured while he checked in, he'd give Denise a call. She'd tried him three times and he felt bad letting her go to voicemail. But he couldn't very well saying he was on his way with his son in front of Nick... just yet, anyways.
"Better you stay here," Tony winked, "You can keep on eye on the bags."
Nick laughed as Tony ruffled the boy's sandy blonde hair. Tony felt confident he could win the boy over in a few days and have him spewing whatever crazy tale he'd concoct to Denise and her sons by the time they arrived at their destination.
The man behind the counter of the motel was a towering presence, and looked like he might have been a bodybuilder in his younger years. Tony smiled as he approached.
"One room, two beds please."
"Only got singles here," the man grunted.
"Really?" Tony grimaced. "That's a little odd."
"Yea well, most of the clientele we get rent by the hour." Tony noticed the man's gaze drift out to the parking lot. Nick had gotten out of the car and was standing by the driver's side door, looking in to the front office. "Will you be renting by the hour?"
"Oh, God, no, man. No way!" Tony grimaced. He paused and then said, "That's my son actually. We're on our way up to fish."
Tony noticed the man relax a bit. "Ah, gotcha. Great catchin' this time of year. Well I can get you two a room with a king bed if you want. Your son looks like a skinny little thing. Likely won't take up too much space in bed."
Tony weighed this. Nick probably wouldn't like the idea of sharing a bed with his neighbor. "Any cots?" he inquired.
"Actually, yes we have a couple. I could bring one by later this evening if you'd like."
"That'll be great," Tony said, relieved. "Maybe I'll treat the brat and give him the bed and take the cot myself."
The men laughed and the clerk asked Tony for ID and his credit card. He told Tony the machine was in the back office and he'd be back in a few. Tony took the opportunity to ring Denise.
"Hey stranger!" She said after the second ring. "I thought you'd ghosted me!"
"Never," Tony beamed. "Just bad reception. Nicky and I just got to our first stop. He's really excited to meet you and the boys."
"Well, we're excited to meet him, too," Denise assured. "But I have to say, I'm even more excited to get to reconnect with you."
"Should I stop by a drug store and buy some cough syrup so we can have the boys knock out early?" Tony joked.
Denise laughed. "I don't think that's necessary. Even if they get to bed at midnight, you won't want to fall asleep, I can assure you."
Tony felt his crotch get warm. His jeans, super tight, betrayed his hidden emotions. He looked back into the office and saw the clerk at the credit card machine.
"Your mouth is gonna get you in trouble, girl," Tony smiled. "I might have to gag you."
"You'd better," Denise purred. "Can't have me waking up the boys."
Tony blushed with the image in his head, Denise with his necktie tied in her mouth. He had to snap out of this, if not for the clerk that would be coming out any moment, then for Nick when he returned to the parking lot. Couldn't look flushed in front of the kid.
"Well, me and Nick are really excited to see you. I've told him all about you and the boys. The divorce has been hard on him, so I think this trip is actually going to be really good for us. I haven't had this kind of quality time with my son in a long while." Tony was surprised at how easy it was to lie about this. He really hadn't done much planning at all. He had to give it to himself, he thought as he turned to look out the window, he really was great at improvisation.
Fuck.
Nick was standing in the lobby, mouth agape, staring at him. Tony registered the fear in his eyes and knew he had to act fast.
"Denise, gotta run," he stammered, "Nicky's callin me."
He didn't even wait to hear a reply before hanging up the phone.
"Wh-who was that?" Nick said, his voice trembling.
"Oh, hey buddy," Tony's head was racing. He peeked over his shoulder and saw the clerk walking back towards the front desk.
"Where are you taking me?' Nick said, his voice rising, "I'm not your kid. What is it you want fro--mph"
Tony moved faster than he could think. Just as the clerk got to the counter, Tony had sidled up next to Nick and clamped a large, callused hand over the kid's mouth. Nick let out a surprised little grunt as Tony turned him to face the clerk.
"Everything ok out here?" the clerk said, warily, nodding at the squirming boy in Tony's chiseled arms.
"Oh, this?" Tony faked the biggest smile he could and tried to sound composed. "Little guy is just givin me a hard time about there only being one bed."
"Is that right, buddy?" The clerk let out a chuckle and walked around to the front of the desk where Tony stood with a squirmy Nicky. "Think you're too old to share a room with your old man?"
Tony could feel Nicky trying to shake his head "No," but caught him just in time, forcing the boy to nod his head up and down in an exaggerated motion.
"Yea," Tony laughed. "He's at the age where everything I do embarrasses him. You need me to sign something?"
"The clerk laughed, "Ha! Yeah, I remember those days. And yes, just those two forms right there."
Tony dragged a squirming Nick up to the counter, ready to sign when he realized his fatal error. His left hand, his writing hand, was over Nick's mouth. His other hand had both boy's wrists in a vice-like grip keeping him from either squirming off or pulling the gag off of his mouth.
The clerk laughed. "Seems like you could use an extra hand," he said and held up his massive palm. Nick's eyes got as big as dinner plates, but Tony felt relieved.
"Would ya mind?" he asked, anxious to get the forms signed and get into the room asap.
"Not as all," the clerk laughed, and walked up next to Tony so Nick was sandwiched in between the two men. The clerk put his hand over Tony's hand and counted, "One, two, three."
On three, Tony slipped his hand off of Nick's mouth and the clerk clamped his paw over the kid"s mouth. All Nick was able to get out was a "Call-mph!"
Tony walked up to the counter and wondered what the kid had been trying to say. Call the cops? Call my mom and dad? Regardless, the clerk's hand was doing it's job. Tony looked over and saw Nick with his head resting on the protruded stomach of the man. The man's hand was so big it made Nick's nose resemble that of a little pig, and he hoped for the kid's sake the man washed after using the restroom.
After signing and dating the forms, Tony held up his right hand, "Maybe I should use this hand to keep him quiet while I bring him back to the room?"
The clerk laughed, "Good idea," and again there was a countdown and Nick's mouth was successfully gagged by another towering captor.
"I'll bring that cot by later on," the clerk said. "In the meantime, you might try the lost and found by the ice machine and see if there are any extra pairs of socks in there you can use to stuff the kid's yip." He winked at Nick, and Tony felt a tear hit his finger.
"Haha, I'll keep that in mind," Tony waved. "But I'm hoping it won't be necessary."
Even as he said that, while dragging Nick down to their room, he knew it was inevitable.
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great story!!
Great chapter! The idea to have the clerk switch with Tony to keep Nick hand gagged was amazing... Can't wait for the next part!
I'm a professional novelist. The quality of your writing is amazing. Waiting for a new chapter.
PART 3
Tony made his way down the rows of rooms, Nick squirming in his arms. With his head coming up to right under Tony's chest, Nick was hardly a match for the muscled and toned heartthrob. Still, the kid put up a hell of a fight trying to wiggle free.
"MMphg grlffm mrgrmmm flrrmphh," Nick had managed to free one of his hands from Tony's grip and currently was in the midst of trying to pry his mouth loose of his captor's very large hand.
"I know buddy. Just a little bit further and then I'll let you go and we can all just take a few minutes to chill," Tony said, his pelvis pushing Nick's behind forward in an attempt to get the kid to take bigger steps towards their reserved room.
When they finally got to the door, Tony adjusted his grip on Nick. Letting go of the boy's captive hand, Tony positioned the kid's head in the crook of his arm, hand still firmly clamped over the boy's mouth. With his free hand, Tony reached into his back pocket and removed the room key. He was happy the bags were still in the car, lest he run out of hands.
Opening the door, Tony frog-marched Nick into a small but quaint room, with one large bed at the center. There was a bathroom in the back left corner of the room and in the front right, near the widow, sat a small dinette with two chairs.
"It's not The Palace, but it'll do for one night," Tony said, a futile attempt to lighten the mood. Nick hadn't stopped trying to talk since they'd walked out of the front office, although Tony's hand was so large and his grip so tight, he couldn't even begin to guess what the kid was saying.
He looked straight ahead at a mirror hanging just above the headboard of the bedroom. The reflection sent a shiver down his spine: his hand so large over Nick's mouth the kid's left nostril was fully scrunched up. Anyone looking would be able to notice just how tight Tony's grip on the boy was, even without hearing the faint muffled grumblings. Tony's hand, dark, tanned and veiny, stood out extra against Nick's fairer complexion.
Turning to the left, Tony noticed a small closet. He had to think, but he couldnt well do it with Nick squirming in his arms.
"Alright, dude," Tony said, "I'm sorry about this, but I gotta take a leak and wash my face."
"Mppphhffgrrrllg!!!" Nick cried, as Tony slowly inched him towards the closet door.
"Just for a few minutes, dude," Tony reassured him. "I promise."
With that, he released his grip on Nick and shoved him into the tiny closet. Nick braced himself against the wall, and only just had time to turn around and face Tony before the door was shut.
"No! Please don't!" Nick cried, before Tony shut the door and pushed against it with his back. Immediately, he felt tension from Nick trying to pry open the door. Searching the room, Tony managed to reach across the room and grab one of the dinette chairs from the table, forcing the back of it under the knob, effectively locking Nick in. The door did a good of enough job muffling the boy, but just in case, Tony grabbed the remote laying on the side table next to the bed, switched on the tv to a car race, and turned up the volume.
Sweaty and stressed, Tony made his way first out to the car to retrieve the luggage. On his way in, he ran into the clerk.
"Move yourself in alright?" the clerk inquired.
"Oh yes, thanks again for all of your help!" Tony said politely, eager to get back in in case Nick managed to shimmy the door open and come running out of the room.
"You mean help in getting the room squared away? Or help keepin' your boy gagged?" the clerk laughed and slapped Tony on the back with his massive paw. Tony couldn't help but feel bad for Nick having such a massive appendage over his mouth for close to a minute.
"Oh, yea" Tony laughed, "About that. I'd hate for you to think that I --"
"Nonsense, my good man," the clerk chuckled. "I had twin boys. I always said God gave me twins and not triplets cuz he knew I only had two hands to hush 'em. Matter of fact, there were a few times I kept the boys tied to chairs with bandannas in their mouths in that back office in there. People would come and go and be none the wiser. You gotta be firm when they're young. Otherwise they walk all over ya."
Tony smiled and thanked the clerk. He started to head inside when he suddenly turned around and asked about a place to grab a bite. The clerk pointed down the road and mentioned a bar that offered standard pub fare, and Tony figured that would be a good a place as any to get some grub for the night. Also, he could get a much needed drink to ease his anxieties.
Entering the room, he tossed both bags on the bed. He looked over at the closet. Nick was still trying to jimmy the door open, but the tv was doing its job muffling the noise. Still, if he was going to leave, Tony wanted to make certain Nick wasn't going to go running off anywhere.
Tony unzipped his overnight bag and grabbed a necktie. Walking over the the door, he moved the chair out from under the knob. Nick immediately opened the closet door, but Tony was quick. He grabbed the kid and pinned him so the boy's back was against the wall. Again, Tony's hand flew up over Nick's mouth, his pinky threatening to block the boy's nose from air.
"Alright, dude. Here's the deal," Tony sighed. "I'm gonna explain everything to you in a bit, but first I gotta get some grub in my stomach. And I imagine you're hungrier than a bear after a winter's sleep."
Nick was trying to shake his head back and forth, Tony figured in a futile attempt to free his mouth from its callused gag.
"There's a pub down the street," Tony continued. "I'm gonna run and grab us some eats. I don't have a menu, but I gotta imagine they got burgers. You cool with a burger for dinner?"
Nick was still wiggling under Tony's grip. Tony smirked and rolled his eyes. "Alright, killer," he sighed, "Sorry about this."
Moving his hand ever so subtly, Tony's pink finger suddenly inched up to block the boy's nose. Nose scrunched up, Nick's eye's widened, realizing his air supply had been confiscated. Too scared to make a peep, he looked Tony in the eyes with a concerned plea.
"You gonna behave?" Tony asked.
Nick nodded, eyes tearing up.
"You gonna answer my question?"
Nod.
"Atta kid," Tony said, and moved his hand back to it's original spot, the boy's nose free to breathe, although Tony realized the kid was likely breathing in his scent. Without thinking, he cupped his free hand over his nose and sniffed. Musky, he thought. He wondered when the last time he washed his hand had been.
"Alright," Tony said, snapping back into focus. "Burgers sound good?"
There was a pause before a defeated Nick slowly nodded his head.
"Good," Tony smiled. "I'll accept one grunt for cheese, and two for no cheese."
Nick rolled his eyes before letting out an exasperated grunt.
"Man after my own heart!" Tony laughed. He paused, considering for a moment and then said, "Quietly now: what temp?"
Tony loosened his grip on the boy's mouth so his palm just barely kissed the kid's lips. Nick let out a muffled, but audible, "Medium well," before Tony clamped his hand back on his mouth.
"Easy enough to remember," he said, and with his free hand, ruffled Nick's shaggy hair. "Now, I'm gonna put you back in the closet for a bit, but only because I figure it's better than lockin you in the trunk, right dude?"
Nick again began to wiggle and grunt. Tony held fast.
"Hey. Hey! Clam down. I promise it's only temporary. When I get back I will let you out and explain everything that's going down. There's a lot to say, but know, first and foremost, this is not a kidnapping. You are not going to be hurt. I've gotchu."
These words seemed to reassure Nick, and for a moment he calmed. Tony smiled, "Now, I gotta take my hand off your mouth so I can set you up in there. Can I have your word you won't holler?"
There was a beat before Nick eventually nodded. "Good boy," Tony said and slowly, hesitantly, he lifted his hand from the kid's mouth. To his delight, the boy kept his word.
Tony put both hands on the boy's shoulders and backed him back up into the closet. "Put your hands together in front of you," he said. Obediently, Nick offered his hands. Tony pulled the necktie from his pocked and looped it around the boy's wrists. He then raised the boy's arms above his head and fastened the tie to the coat rack in the closet.
"Hey!" Nick said, "That's kinda tight!"
"Sorry, dude," Tony smiled, "I'll throw in a dessert for your troubles ok?"
Nick rolled his eyes but stopped as he noticed Tony unlooping his belt from around his waist. Gripping the belt in both hands, Tony tried to look as friendly as he could.
"Alright, buddy. Say 'aaah'"
"No, wait, you don-ggmpphh," Nick's words were cut off by Tony's belt being wedged in between his lips. Tony looped the leather around the boy's head before fastening it in the back. Tony stepped back and appraised his captive. Hands bound above his head and a belt looped between is lips, Nick stared up at him, half frightened and half humiliated by his predicament. Tony brought his hands up to the belt, and running his thumb along the leather between Nick's lips, pressed to check the tightness.
Nick let out a muffled groan, barely audible. "mmmm."
Tony smiled, an attempt to soothe, and ruffled the boy's hair. "One medium rare burger with cheese, coming right up," he winked.
He was closing the door and grabbing the chair to lock it when he heard a small little grunt, "Mpphediummpphhh wlllll!!!"
Tony made his way down the rows of rooms, Nick squirming in his arms. With his head coming up to right under Tony's chest, Nick was hardly a match for the muscled and toned heartthrob. Still, the kid put up a hell of a fight trying to wiggle free.
"MMphg grlffm mrgrmmm flrrmphh," Nick had managed to free one of his hands from Tony's grip and currently was in the midst of trying to pry his mouth loose of his captor's very large hand.
"I know buddy. Just a little bit further and then I'll let you go and we can all just take a few minutes to chill," Tony said, his pelvis pushing Nick's behind forward in an attempt to get the kid to take bigger steps towards their reserved room.
When they finally got to the door, Tony adjusted his grip on Nick. Letting go of the boy's captive hand, Tony positioned the kid's head in the crook of his arm, hand still firmly clamped over the boy's mouth. With his free hand, Tony reached into his back pocket and removed the room key. He was happy the bags were still in the car, lest he run out of hands.
Opening the door, Tony frog-marched Nick into a small but quaint room, with one large bed at the center. There was a bathroom in the back left corner of the room and in the front right, near the widow, sat a small dinette with two chairs.
"It's not The Palace, but it'll do for one night," Tony said, a futile attempt to lighten the mood. Nick hadn't stopped trying to talk since they'd walked out of the front office, although Tony's hand was so large and his grip so tight, he couldn't even begin to guess what the kid was saying.
He looked straight ahead at a mirror hanging just above the headboard of the bedroom. The reflection sent a shiver down his spine: his hand so large over Nick's mouth the kid's left nostril was fully scrunched up. Anyone looking would be able to notice just how tight Tony's grip on the boy was, even without hearing the faint muffled grumblings. Tony's hand, dark, tanned and veiny, stood out extra against Nick's fairer complexion.
Turning to the left, Tony noticed a small closet. He had to think, but he couldnt well do it with Nick squirming in his arms.
"Alright, dude," Tony said, "I'm sorry about this, but I gotta take a leak and wash my face."
"Mppphhffgrrrllg!!!" Nick cried, as Tony slowly inched him towards the closet door.
"Just for a few minutes, dude," Tony reassured him. "I promise."
With that, he released his grip on Nick and shoved him into the tiny closet. Nick braced himself against the wall, and only just had time to turn around and face Tony before the door was shut.
"No! Please don't!" Nick cried, before Tony shut the door and pushed against it with his back. Immediately, he felt tension from Nick trying to pry open the door. Searching the room, Tony managed to reach across the room and grab one of the dinette chairs from the table, forcing the back of it under the knob, effectively locking Nick in. The door did a good of enough job muffling the boy, but just in case, Tony grabbed the remote laying on the side table next to the bed, switched on the tv to a car race, and turned up the volume.
Sweaty and stressed, Tony made his way first out to the car to retrieve the luggage. On his way in, he ran into the clerk.
"Move yourself in alright?" the clerk inquired.
"Oh yes, thanks again for all of your help!" Tony said politely, eager to get back in in case Nick managed to shimmy the door open and come running out of the room.
"You mean help in getting the room squared away? Or help keepin' your boy gagged?" the clerk laughed and slapped Tony on the back with his massive paw. Tony couldn't help but feel bad for Nick having such a massive appendage over his mouth for close to a minute.
"Oh, yea" Tony laughed, "About that. I'd hate for you to think that I --"
"Nonsense, my good man," the clerk chuckled. "I had twin boys. I always said God gave me twins and not triplets cuz he knew I only had two hands to hush 'em. Matter of fact, there were a few times I kept the boys tied to chairs with bandannas in their mouths in that back office in there. People would come and go and be none the wiser. You gotta be firm when they're young. Otherwise they walk all over ya."
Tony smiled and thanked the clerk. He started to head inside when he suddenly turned around and asked about a place to grab a bite. The clerk pointed down the road and mentioned a bar that offered standard pub fare, and Tony figured that would be a good a place as any to get some grub for the night. Also, he could get a much needed drink to ease his anxieties.
Entering the room, he tossed both bags on the bed. He looked over at the closet. Nick was still trying to jimmy the door open, but the tv was doing its job muffling the noise. Still, if he was going to leave, Tony wanted to make certain Nick wasn't going to go running off anywhere.
Tony unzipped his overnight bag and grabbed a necktie. Walking over the the door, he moved the chair out from under the knob. Nick immediately opened the closet door, but Tony was quick. He grabbed the kid and pinned him so the boy's back was against the wall. Again, Tony's hand flew up over Nick's mouth, his pinky threatening to block the boy's nose from air.
"Alright, dude. Here's the deal," Tony sighed. "I'm gonna explain everything to you in a bit, but first I gotta get some grub in my stomach. And I imagine you're hungrier than a bear after a winter's sleep."
Nick was trying to shake his head back and forth, Tony figured in a futile attempt to free his mouth from its callused gag.
"There's a pub down the street," Tony continued. "I'm gonna run and grab us some eats. I don't have a menu, but I gotta imagine they got burgers. You cool with a burger for dinner?"
Nick was still wiggling under Tony's grip. Tony smirked and rolled his eyes. "Alright, killer," he sighed, "Sorry about this."
Moving his hand ever so subtly, Tony's pink finger suddenly inched up to block the boy's nose. Nose scrunched up, Nick's eye's widened, realizing his air supply had been confiscated. Too scared to make a peep, he looked Tony in the eyes with a concerned plea.
"You gonna behave?" Tony asked.
Nick nodded, eyes tearing up.
"You gonna answer my question?"
Nod.
"Atta kid," Tony said, and moved his hand back to it's original spot, the boy's nose free to breathe, although Tony realized the kid was likely breathing in his scent. Without thinking, he cupped his free hand over his nose and sniffed. Musky, he thought. He wondered when the last time he washed his hand had been.
"Alright," Tony said, snapping back into focus. "Burgers sound good?"
There was a pause before a defeated Nick slowly nodded his head.
"Good," Tony smiled. "I'll accept one grunt for cheese, and two for no cheese."
Nick rolled his eyes before letting out an exasperated grunt.
"Man after my own heart!" Tony laughed. He paused, considering for a moment and then said, "Quietly now: what temp?"
Tony loosened his grip on the boy's mouth so his palm just barely kissed the kid's lips. Nick let out a muffled, but audible, "Medium well," before Tony clamped his hand back on his mouth.
"Easy enough to remember," he said, and with his free hand, ruffled Nick's shaggy hair. "Now, I'm gonna put you back in the closet for a bit, but only because I figure it's better than lockin you in the trunk, right dude?"
Nick again began to wiggle and grunt. Tony held fast.
"Hey. Hey! Clam down. I promise it's only temporary. When I get back I will let you out and explain everything that's going down. There's a lot to say, but know, first and foremost, this is not a kidnapping. You are not going to be hurt. I've gotchu."
These words seemed to reassure Nick, and for a moment he calmed. Tony smiled, "Now, I gotta take my hand off your mouth so I can set you up in there. Can I have your word you won't holler?"
There was a beat before Nick eventually nodded. "Good boy," Tony said and slowly, hesitantly, he lifted his hand from the kid's mouth. To his delight, the boy kept his word.
Tony put both hands on the boy's shoulders and backed him back up into the closet. "Put your hands together in front of you," he said. Obediently, Nick offered his hands. Tony pulled the necktie from his pocked and looped it around the boy's wrists. He then raised the boy's arms above his head and fastened the tie to the coat rack in the closet.
"Hey!" Nick said, "That's kinda tight!"
"Sorry, dude," Tony smiled, "I'll throw in a dessert for your troubles ok?"
Nick rolled his eyes but stopped as he noticed Tony unlooping his belt from around his waist. Gripping the belt in both hands, Tony tried to look as friendly as he could.
"Alright, buddy. Say 'aaah'"
"No, wait, you don-ggmpphh," Nick's words were cut off by Tony's belt being wedged in between his lips. Tony looped the leather around the boy's head before fastening it in the back. Tony stepped back and appraised his captive. Hands bound above his head and a belt looped between is lips, Nick stared up at him, half frightened and half humiliated by his predicament. Tony brought his hands up to the belt, and running his thumb along the leather between Nick's lips, pressed to check the tightness.
Nick let out a muffled groan, barely audible. "mmmm."
Tony smiled, an attempt to soothe, and ruffled the boy's hair. "One medium rare burger with cheese, coming right up," he winked.
He was closing the door and grabbing the chair to lock it when he heard a small little grunt, "Mpphediummpphhh wlllll!!!"
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another great chapter cant wait for next part!! surly tony will get or give nick better gag somehow
Amazing chapter! I loved the little insight into the clerk's life 
Really curious what will happen next!
Really curious what will happen next!
I think the best proof that Nick isn’t as scared as before now, is that his major complaint after getting gagged by the belt and locked in the closet again is that his burger has to be medium well. 
Maybe he even enjoys it now that he knows he isn’t in danger.
Maybe he even enjoys it now that he knows he isn’t in danger.
A good tape gag would be grea for Nicky
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You're on a roll, @cmcm2789!
Really enjoying your descriptive writing and the story's development. Awesome stuff!
@Stormee I'm pretty sure this hit story will be right up your alley, buddy.
Really enjoying your descriptive writing and the story's development. Awesome stuff!
@Stormee I'm pretty sure this hit story will be right up your alley, buddy.
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Such a fantastic read! Can't wait to see what happens next! Details are incredible 
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@cmcm2789
I sent you a PM over a week ago and it's still sitting in the outbox. Be sure to check out your PM inbox when you have the time.
Now that you've got 10 posts under your belt, your account can receive/send messages.
I sent you a PM over a week ago and it's still sitting in the outbox. Be sure to check out your PM inbox when you have the time.
Now that you've got 10 posts under your belt, your account can receive/send messages.
We need another part of this. I wanna know how this story continues
I want more. It's a good yarn. But I am a little disappointed that Tony apparently isn't kidnaping the kid for ransom.
PART 4
Tony sat at the bar nursing a Rolling Rock and watching the game on tv. It was baseball, a sport Tony never found particularly riveting. He couldn't wait for football season to start up again.
He'd put in two orders of cheeseburgers and fries, with Cherry Cokes and a slice of cheesecake for the kid. Tony had told the bartender to take his time putting in the order. He wasn't in any rush to get back. Primarily because he knew that it meant untying Nick, a future task that was causing him a great deal of anxiety. The motel hadn't looked too crowded, but the rooms were small and the decor so dated he felt as though it signaled thin walls. Tony worried about how long he'd be able to actually let the kid walk about untied and, more importantly, ungagged.
Tony looked ahead at the tv but he wasn't paying any attention to the stupid game. Instead, he was going over how tightly he had tied Nick's hands with his necktie. The coat rack in the closet seemed sturdy enough and Nick wasn't a big kid by any stretch of the imagination. Even if he had spent the last hour wigglin and pullin at his restraints, Tony felt confident he wouldn't be able to pull himself loose.
The gag was another story. After leaving the motel and starting down the road, Tony had a moment of doubt as to the efficacy of the kid's gag. Tony realized, perhaps too late, that he should have stuffed the boy's mouth with something first, to provide extra packing and silencing power. True there hadn't been anything particularly on hand, but Tony knew he was crafty and could have figured something on the fly, even if it had been his filthy sock. Come to think of it, that might have been an excellent choice, as Tony had gone a full day without a shower and his sock was sure to be extra rank. Tony made a mental note to put the socks aside for another inevitable moment when the kid would have to be gagged.
This image of Nick with his mouth full of stinky socks caused Tony to chuckle aloud to himself right as the bartender carried over the food in a to-go bag.
"Anything else I can get you tonight, sir?' the bartender asked.
Tony looked at his almost empty bottle of beer, then up at the tv. He was amused thinking about Nick locked in a dark closet with his leather belt gaggin his little mouth. It would serve the brat right to spend a little more time in this predicament.
Tony smiled and said, "Ah what the hell. I'll take one more beer. It's a good game tonight."
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Tony walked in to the dark motel room, bag of food in hand and head full of beer. From across the room, he could hear the muffled whines of his young captive. Tony smiled, officially relieved Nick hand been able to wiggle loose and jimmy open the door.
Tony dropped the bag of food on the little dining table then went to the bathroom to take a leak. The three beers he'd consumed were making their presence known. Tony drained the snake then went back out to set up the grub, making the conscious choice to not wash his hands before returning. He figured smellier hands over the kid's mouth would entice the boy to remain more obedient rather than risk Tony's massive, smelly mitts covering his yap.
With the food and drink set up at the table, Tony walked over to the closet door and removed the chair from under the knob. He opened the door and light shown into the dark closet, causing Nick to squint as his eyes adjusted. Tony observed the gag still tight as ever, but the leather in his mouth was much darker due to the spit and chewing the boy was doing to try and extricate the evil restraint. Looking up at the closet bar, Tony saw the boy's hands still bound tightly, his small fingers grasping at nothing in a futile attempt to gain freedom. What's more, Nick was drenched in sweat, leaving Tony to believe the boy had spent the better part of two hours in a constant struggle for victory. Feeling guilty, Tony brought his hand up to the boy's face and rubbed the kid's cheek with his large thumb for comfort.
"Ok, buddy. I'm gonna get you outta here. Just hand tight."
With that, Tony set to unfastening the necktie from the closet bar. Nick's squirming must have tightened the knot, for it took Tony a good minute to loosen the tie from the bar. Once loose, Tony brought Nick's hands down to his side and saddled up next to the boy so Nick was in the crook of Tony's arm and shoulder.
"Alright, killer," Tony started, "I'm gonna take this gag off and walk you over to the table. No noise?"
Nick's cheeks were bulging at the tightness of the belt gag and his eyes were wide with panic. He nodded intensely and Tony knew the boy wouldn't be able to keep quiet initially. Still he unfastened the belt and, with his large fingers, helped extricate it from Nick's mouth.
Tony noticed immediately the corners of Nick's mouth looked chafed and bruised. He allowed the boy to gently tongue the sides of his mouth to sooth the pain before ultimately clamping his hand over the boy's mouth. A surprised cry erupted from beneath Tony's massive hand. Tony smiled and rolled his eyes.
"Shhh," he whispered, "Come here."
Half walking, half dragging the boy, Tony brought him over to the table and stood before their feast. Nick settled a bit and took in the food.
"I can only imagine how hungry you are, buddy," Tony said, "And I can assure you this smells even better than it looks. Not that you can smell anything other than my hand at the moment."
He laughed and Nick mumbled something incoherently under his palm.
"I wanna let you go so we can both eat. But I also need to make sure you stay quiet. I'm trusting you to sit down and quietly break bread with me right now. Can I trust you to do that? Or do I have to tie you to the chair and feed you a supper of my dirty socks?"
Nick's mumbles stopped after hearing this last part and nodded his head.
"Good boy," Tony said, and slowly took his hand off the kid's mouth.
"Wait!" Nick said as Tony sat him in the chair and walked over to the seat on the opposite side of the table. "What about my hands?"
Nick raised his hands, still bound at the wrist by Tony's red and yellow striped necktie.
Tony wagged his finger and stuffed a napkin in his collar, "This is finger food, man! You can eat a burger with your hands tied no problem."
"Ah, come on, Tony," Nick whined, "You gotta be kidding me."
"Would you rather be gagged?" Tony grinned, anticipating the answer.
Nick lowered his head and grumbled, "No, sir." Defeat.
"Atta, kid." Tony smiled, and then, greedily, dove into the juicy burger.
Nick stared at his bound hands for a while. Finally, after a minute or two, he slowly brought the burger up to his mouth and took one small bite. Tony saw the pleasure fill the kid's face almost instantly, and soon enough, Nick was tearing away at the burger and fries and gulping down his Cherry Coke.
Tony just laughed and shook his head, "Atta, kid."
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Tony stood under the hot shower for several minutes. There was nothing better than a long hot shower on a full stomach. Before jumping in, he'd shot a text to Nick's dad saying all was well and reporting their meal of burgers and fries. He omitted the part about his son's hands being bound, but Nick's dad had sent a thumbs up emoji as response. Tony figured this lack of communication was due to pressing family matters and chalked the circumstances up to luck on his own behalf.
Turning off the shower, Tony reached an arm out and grabbed the towel he had left on the top of the toilet seat. Stepping out into the steam filled room, it took him a moment to fully see the figure across the room.
Hands tied to the towel rack, Nick moaned into the washrag Tony had stuffed in his mouth before undressing and hopping into the shower. When he started to tie the boy, Tony had initially anticipated cramming his filthy socks in the boy's yip to maintain a silent security while he took a much needed shower. At the last second, he figured he would hold off on this form of torture until the kid had done something wrong. But all through dinner Nick had behaved himself, and had even offered to split the cheesecake with Tony for dessert. Wanting to acknowledge his gratitude, Tony snatched a washrag from the bathroom sink and, with quick skill, got to work packing the kid's mouth.
"hhhhnnnnggg" Nick moaned as Tony's very large fingers got to packing a pretty big cloth into a relatively small mouth.
"That's it, sat "Aaahh,'" Tony instructed.
At one moment Tony was packing the cloth in Nick's mouth with his middle and index finger when suddenly the boy started to wretch on his gag. Remaining calm, Tony held the kid's face in his hand, fingers still but still in the kid's mouth, and locked eyes with him.
"Breathe, kid," Tony said calmly and then demonstrated, "Slowly, through your nose."
A tear started to roll down Nick's cheek, but the boy followed Tony's breathing. Slowly, very slowly, in through his nose, and then out.
Tony started to gently resume packing the gag deeper into Nick's mouth. "You gotta make this whole rag disappear, buddy."
The sound of this seemed to stir a bit of anxiety in the boy, so Tony smiled and said, "I know you can do it, champ."
Eventually, several minutes later, the washrag was completely pack into every space of Nick's little mouth. Tony stepped back and smiled at the boy. He couldn't help but recognize the striking resemblance the boy had to a greedy chipmunk, cheeks stuffed with goodies.
Throughout the shower, Tony would peak his head out from behind the curtain and ask, "How's it goin, buddy?" to which Nick would reply with a timid little "nnnnnggg."
Now with a towel wrapped around his chiseled waist, Tony walked past the kid, patting him on the head, but leaving him bound and gagged. He figured he would seize the opportunity of the boy being incapacitated to reach out to the woman he was on his way to see and, in doing so, reveal his true intentions to Nick without fear of verbal interruption.
Tony had picked up the motel phone and was getting ready to dial out when he heard a knock at the door.
Nick perked up and immediately started makin a ruckus under his gag.
""Cool it, tiger," Tony said, walking over to the bathroom door. He stuck his fingers back in Nick's mouth to ensure the gag was still packed effectively, before shutting the bathroom door, the squirming boy trapped behind it.
Tony, still with a towel wrapped around his waist, walked over to the door and peaked outside. Nothing could have prepared him, or relieved him, for the sight he saw:
The burly motel owner stood outside with his huge arm around a young boy no more than 7 or 8, who, though unbound, had a tight, white cleave gag tied tightly in his mouth.
Tony sat at the bar nursing a Rolling Rock and watching the game on tv. It was baseball, a sport Tony never found particularly riveting. He couldn't wait for football season to start up again.
He'd put in two orders of cheeseburgers and fries, with Cherry Cokes and a slice of cheesecake for the kid. Tony had told the bartender to take his time putting in the order. He wasn't in any rush to get back. Primarily because he knew that it meant untying Nick, a future task that was causing him a great deal of anxiety. The motel hadn't looked too crowded, but the rooms were small and the decor so dated he felt as though it signaled thin walls. Tony worried about how long he'd be able to actually let the kid walk about untied and, more importantly, ungagged.
Tony looked ahead at the tv but he wasn't paying any attention to the stupid game. Instead, he was going over how tightly he had tied Nick's hands with his necktie. The coat rack in the closet seemed sturdy enough and Nick wasn't a big kid by any stretch of the imagination. Even if he had spent the last hour wigglin and pullin at his restraints, Tony felt confident he wouldn't be able to pull himself loose.
The gag was another story. After leaving the motel and starting down the road, Tony had a moment of doubt as to the efficacy of the kid's gag. Tony realized, perhaps too late, that he should have stuffed the boy's mouth with something first, to provide extra packing and silencing power. True there hadn't been anything particularly on hand, but Tony knew he was crafty and could have figured something on the fly, even if it had been his filthy sock. Come to think of it, that might have been an excellent choice, as Tony had gone a full day without a shower and his sock was sure to be extra rank. Tony made a mental note to put the socks aside for another inevitable moment when the kid would have to be gagged.
This image of Nick with his mouth full of stinky socks caused Tony to chuckle aloud to himself right as the bartender carried over the food in a to-go bag.
"Anything else I can get you tonight, sir?' the bartender asked.
Tony looked at his almost empty bottle of beer, then up at the tv. He was amused thinking about Nick locked in a dark closet with his leather belt gaggin his little mouth. It would serve the brat right to spend a little more time in this predicament.
Tony smiled and said, "Ah what the hell. I'll take one more beer. It's a good game tonight."
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Tony walked in to the dark motel room, bag of food in hand and head full of beer. From across the room, he could hear the muffled whines of his young captive. Tony smiled, officially relieved Nick hand been able to wiggle loose and jimmy open the door.
Tony dropped the bag of food on the little dining table then went to the bathroom to take a leak. The three beers he'd consumed were making their presence known. Tony drained the snake then went back out to set up the grub, making the conscious choice to not wash his hands before returning. He figured smellier hands over the kid's mouth would entice the boy to remain more obedient rather than risk Tony's massive, smelly mitts covering his yap.
With the food and drink set up at the table, Tony walked over to the closet door and removed the chair from under the knob. He opened the door and light shown into the dark closet, causing Nick to squint as his eyes adjusted. Tony observed the gag still tight as ever, but the leather in his mouth was much darker due to the spit and chewing the boy was doing to try and extricate the evil restraint. Looking up at the closet bar, Tony saw the boy's hands still bound tightly, his small fingers grasping at nothing in a futile attempt to gain freedom. What's more, Nick was drenched in sweat, leaving Tony to believe the boy had spent the better part of two hours in a constant struggle for victory. Feeling guilty, Tony brought his hand up to the boy's face and rubbed the kid's cheek with his large thumb for comfort.
"Ok, buddy. I'm gonna get you outta here. Just hand tight."
With that, Tony set to unfastening the necktie from the closet bar. Nick's squirming must have tightened the knot, for it took Tony a good minute to loosen the tie from the bar. Once loose, Tony brought Nick's hands down to his side and saddled up next to the boy so Nick was in the crook of Tony's arm and shoulder.
"Alright, killer," Tony started, "I'm gonna take this gag off and walk you over to the table. No noise?"
Nick's cheeks were bulging at the tightness of the belt gag and his eyes were wide with panic. He nodded intensely and Tony knew the boy wouldn't be able to keep quiet initially. Still he unfastened the belt and, with his large fingers, helped extricate it from Nick's mouth.
Tony noticed immediately the corners of Nick's mouth looked chafed and bruised. He allowed the boy to gently tongue the sides of his mouth to sooth the pain before ultimately clamping his hand over the boy's mouth. A surprised cry erupted from beneath Tony's massive hand. Tony smiled and rolled his eyes.
"Shhh," he whispered, "Come here."
Half walking, half dragging the boy, Tony brought him over to the table and stood before their feast. Nick settled a bit and took in the food.
"I can only imagine how hungry you are, buddy," Tony said, "And I can assure you this smells even better than it looks. Not that you can smell anything other than my hand at the moment."
He laughed and Nick mumbled something incoherently under his palm.
"I wanna let you go so we can both eat. But I also need to make sure you stay quiet. I'm trusting you to sit down and quietly break bread with me right now. Can I trust you to do that? Or do I have to tie you to the chair and feed you a supper of my dirty socks?"
Nick's mumbles stopped after hearing this last part and nodded his head.
"Good boy," Tony said, and slowly took his hand off the kid's mouth.
"Wait!" Nick said as Tony sat him in the chair and walked over to the seat on the opposite side of the table. "What about my hands?"
Nick raised his hands, still bound at the wrist by Tony's red and yellow striped necktie.
Tony wagged his finger and stuffed a napkin in his collar, "This is finger food, man! You can eat a burger with your hands tied no problem."
"Ah, come on, Tony," Nick whined, "You gotta be kidding me."
"Would you rather be gagged?" Tony grinned, anticipating the answer.
Nick lowered his head and grumbled, "No, sir." Defeat.
"Atta, kid." Tony smiled, and then, greedily, dove into the juicy burger.
Nick stared at his bound hands for a while. Finally, after a minute or two, he slowly brought the burger up to his mouth and took one small bite. Tony saw the pleasure fill the kid's face almost instantly, and soon enough, Nick was tearing away at the burger and fries and gulping down his Cherry Coke.
Tony just laughed and shook his head, "Atta, kid."
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Tony stood under the hot shower for several minutes. There was nothing better than a long hot shower on a full stomach. Before jumping in, he'd shot a text to Nick's dad saying all was well and reporting their meal of burgers and fries. He omitted the part about his son's hands being bound, but Nick's dad had sent a thumbs up emoji as response. Tony figured this lack of communication was due to pressing family matters and chalked the circumstances up to luck on his own behalf.
Turning off the shower, Tony reached an arm out and grabbed the towel he had left on the top of the toilet seat. Stepping out into the steam filled room, it took him a moment to fully see the figure across the room.
Hands tied to the towel rack, Nick moaned into the washrag Tony had stuffed in his mouth before undressing and hopping into the shower. When he started to tie the boy, Tony had initially anticipated cramming his filthy socks in the boy's yip to maintain a silent security while he took a much needed shower. At the last second, he figured he would hold off on this form of torture until the kid had done something wrong. But all through dinner Nick had behaved himself, and had even offered to split the cheesecake with Tony for dessert. Wanting to acknowledge his gratitude, Tony snatched a washrag from the bathroom sink and, with quick skill, got to work packing the kid's mouth.
"hhhhnnnnggg" Nick moaned as Tony's very large fingers got to packing a pretty big cloth into a relatively small mouth.
"That's it, sat "Aaahh,'" Tony instructed.
At one moment Tony was packing the cloth in Nick's mouth with his middle and index finger when suddenly the boy started to wretch on his gag. Remaining calm, Tony held the kid's face in his hand, fingers still but still in the kid's mouth, and locked eyes with him.
"Breathe, kid," Tony said calmly and then demonstrated, "Slowly, through your nose."
A tear started to roll down Nick's cheek, but the boy followed Tony's breathing. Slowly, very slowly, in through his nose, and then out.
Tony started to gently resume packing the gag deeper into Nick's mouth. "You gotta make this whole rag disappear, buddy."
The sound of this seemed to stir a bit of anxiety in the boy, so Tony smiled and said, "I know you can do it, champ."
Eventually, several minutes later, the washrag was completely pack into every space of Nick's little mouth. Tony stepped back and smiled at the boy. He couldn't help but recognize the striking resemblance the boy had to a greedy chipmunk, cheeks stuffed with goodies.
Throughout the shower, Tony would peak his head out from behind the curtain and ask, "How's it goin, buddy?" to which Nick would reply with a timid little "nnnnnggg."
Now with a towel wrapped around his chiseled waist, Tony walked past the kid, patting him on the head, but leaving him bound and gagged. He figured he would seize the opportunity of the boy being incapacitated to reach out to the woman he was on his way to see and, in doing so, reveal his true intentions to Nick without fear of verbal interruption.
Tony had picked up the motel phone and was getting ready to dial out when he heard a knock at the door.
Nick perked up and immediately started makin a ruckus under his gag.
""Cool it, tiger," Tony said, walking over to the bathroom door. He stuck his fingers back in Nick's mouth to ensure the gag was still packed effectively, before shutting the bathroom door, the squirming boy trapped behind it.
Tony, still with a towel wrapped around his waist, walked over to the door and peaked outside. Nothing could have prepared him, or relieved him, for the sight he saw:
The burly motel owner stood outside with his huge arm around a young boy no more than 7 or 8, who, though unbound, had a tight, white cleave gag tied tightly in his mouth.
I just can't wait for the next installment.
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thos story is really grewt