FAKE KIDNAPPING ...... OR WAS IT? (mm/m & MM/m & M/m)

[izzyb]

Part 1 of 5 .....

For most of my short life I have fantasized about being kidnapped. My name is Edgar Buchan and I am currently 15 years old.

How would I feel? Would I be scared, afraid, terrified or would I be calm, composed and thoughtful, thinking about how I would escape. Would I escape or would the kidnapper keep me forever?

Would I be tied up so tight it would be impossible to get loose or would I get rid of the ropes in a few minutes. Would I be tied with ropes, with tape, with straps, with zip-ties or with chains. Would I be tied to a bed, to a chair, to a tree or pole, or hogtied?

Then there were the gags and blindfolds – cloths or tapes, or something more sinister?


So many questions for when I was 11 years old and no answers. I had told my father and a few friends about my fantasies. I bugged a couple of my friends so much that they arranged, with the blessing of my father, to stage my fake kidnapping.

In the dead of night my two friends snuck into my bedroom and ‘kidnapped’ me. One held his hand over my mouth while the other blindfolded me with a cloth. In their best fake voices they told the 11 year old “You are being kidnapped. Don’t make any noise and put your hands behind your back.” I was then gagged with a cloth pulled between my teeth and knotted behind my head.

One of my friends crossed my hands behind my back and tied them, rather inexpertly, with a few loops of rope. The other friend took care of my ankles the same way. Still in my Star Wars pyjamas, I was then carried outside, sat on the ground and tied to a fence post.

“You’ll stay there tonight and tomorrow we’ll bring our car and take you away from here.” The raspy voice of my friend wasn’t recognisable to me at that time.

Believing that I had been kidnapped for real, I began tugging at the rope around my wrists. The rope was tied so loosely, I was free in ten minutes. Taking off the gag and blindfold and untying my ankles, I fled back inside the house intent on telling about my escapade to my father.

However, standing just inside the front door were my two friends who were laughing their heads off when they saw how terrified I was.

“Surprise Eddie. How did it feel to be kidnapped?”

My face turned beetroot red when I realised I had been duped by my friends. “I knew it was you two all along” I lied, but my blushing face told another story.

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Despite ‘escaping’ from the ‘kidnapping’, my fantasies did not fade. I continued to ask questions of myself and also my father.

After another couple of years my father could take only so much that he was pushed to a point where he decided to quash my fears and questions once and for all.

I was then 13 and had started to fiddle around with self-bondage with a few ropes and cloths. My pathetic attempts at self-bondage did nothing to answer any of my questions and desires. Sure, I could tie my legs in inescapable bonds and I could fashion a decent gag so that only muffled sounds came out of my mouth and it was easy to blindfold myself.

But my hands were another matter, I didn’t have access to all the grown-up stuff like handcuffs and zip-ties, and couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to tie my hands behind my back. Maybe I should have asked my father to tie me up so that there was no chance of me escaping, but I didn’t.

I’ve always been a deep sleeper and it normally takes nothing less than an atom bomb exploding next to me to fully arouse me from from dreams.

That is why the 13 year old Edgar didn’t hear the two men sneak into my bedroom late one night. One of them place a gloved hand over my mouth and said “Don’t make a sound young fella. If you co-operate we wont have to hurt you.”

[60Cancer]

The adventures are promising.

[TuggyMale]

I‘m very excited for part 2

[Snozzberry]

Edgar wished and the Kidnap genie answered for the second time.

🖐🖐

[60Cancer]

Hopefully we have an actual kidnapping for ransom here .

[alkaid_]

how many of you were about edgar...

my granda used to said me, take care about what you dream because will turn true!!!!

lets see how about edgar story

[Snozzberry]

Edgar needs a good BONDAGE session in the Kidnapper's home dungeon.

[Solarbeast]

Intersting premise, but don't forget to gender tag this story and any you wish to share with us in the future.

[izzyb]

Apologies for not entering the gender tag.
Could one of the admins enter it for me? It is mm/m & MM/m & M/m

[izzyb]

Part 2 of 5 .....

My half-awake mind tried to fathom what was going on when I realised that the men intended kidnapping me. Now fully awake, my heart skipped a few beats as the men started to tie me up. The gloved hand was removed but was immediately replaced by a rag thrust into my mouth. The bed clothes were peeled back, I was flipped face down on the sheets and rope was wound around my wrists. Whilst one man was busy securing my wrists, and then my ankles, the other was pulling a cloth gag over my stuffed mouth and tying it at the back and then tying another cloth over my eyes.

The ropes were tight but not uncomfortable and the two pieces of cloth around my head seemed to be only loosely tied. ‘I reckon I could get out of these ropes in ten minutes, thirty max.’ Even at 13 I was still pretty confident that I could escape.

Still wearing my dinosaur-themed pyjamas, and bare footed, I was picked up and tossed over the shoulders of one of the men. I felt the fresh night air as I was carried out of the house and heard car doors opening. I was dumped with a thud onto the floor of the vehicle and my wrists and ankles were tied together with a short rope. The door was slammed shut, leaving me in total darkness. I was in a car trunk.

I had secretly been hoping that this was another prank pulled on me and that, in a few minutes, I would be released and my kidnappers would yell out ‘Surprise!’ However, when the car drove off with me in the trunk hogtied, gagged and blindfolded, my mind came to the conclusion that a real abduction was taking place.

The car drove for hours (probably only thirty minutes) before it reached its destination. The trunk opened and I was hauled out and carried like a baby into a house, still in my hogtied state. Once inside the hogtie rope was released and I was plopped into a chair.
“Now let’s get you properly tied up” said one of the men “You’ll stay here for the night and we’ll decide what to do with you in the morning.”

The rope securing my wrists and ankles were about as loose as when I had tied myself but they were now cruelly tightened around both limbs. Even the gag was re-tied so much so that the sodden rag inside my mouth found its way further into the cavity. More ropes fastened my upper torso to the chair and my legs were likewise bound to the chair. There was no getting out of these bonds, I thought, until someone does it for me.

In my self-bondage games the thrill of feeling the ropes or tape against my skin was exhilirating. However, after two or three hours, the thrill begins to wane and I untied myself. Now, after a few hours of tied to the chair, I began to hope for a release and started to struggle as much as I could. The chair started to wobble but, with all the ropes as tight as ever, I stopped as I didn’t want the chair to tip over and possibly break an arm.

The sounds of birds chirping meant that morning had arrived and I was still tied to the chair after about eight hours. The ropes weren’t fun anymore. My arms were starting to throb, I had lost feeling in my fingers and the rag inside my mouth tasted foul. What had the kidnappers in mind for me? They had not spoken a word to me since I was taken inside the house.

Footsteps. Here they come. What will they do?

My feet were untied and the ropes securing me to the chair were removed. When the blindfold was taken off my eyes, standing in front of me was …… my father? “oommmpph?” Dad had saved me from the kidnappers!

“Good morning Edgar. I hope you weren’t too uncomfortable sitting in that chair all night. Now, how’s it feel to be ‘kidnapped’ as you thought?”

“grrmmmph” I was still heavily gagged.

“That’s what a kidnapper would do. Keep you tightly tied, gagged and blindfolded for hours on end. Now, to teach you a lesson, I wont remove the gag and your hands will stay tied until midday. That is, unless you can untie yourself.”

“If you haven’t already guessed, I was the 'kidnapper' who grabbed you last night and I got help from our neighbour Mr Johnson.”

I spent the next four hours trying to get rid of the gag and to untie my hands. No success. Dad had done a good job.

Did the second fake kidnapping cure my fantasies? No.

[TuggyMale]

Woooooww, Great plot twist

Amazing new part

[Snozzberry]

Great story, Dads ya can never trust em.

🖐🖐

[alkaid_]

again as my granda said...

be careful abour what you dream!!!

[izzyb]

Part 3 of 5

Back to the present day where I am 15.

The third fake kidnapping occurred late one warm summer’s evening. I went to sleep wearing only my shorts as I lay on top of my bed. Too hot for any sheets and doona. I heard sounds coming from my parents bedroom but thought nothing of it as I drifted back into the land of nod.

I was having a fantastic dream about scoring the winning goal at basketball when my dream abruptly ceased. Someone had turned me face down on the bed and wrenched both arms behind my back and I felt something plastic on my wrists. My foggy, sleep-interrupted brain didn’t fully register what was occurring until I heard “Lay still Edgar. I wont hurt you unless you struggle.”

“Wha… what …..who are you?” “Ow, that hurts” I cried as the plastic was wrapped around my wrists and biting into my skin as I heard a riiiiping sound.

“Now for your legs” More plastic around my ankles trapping my feet together. Who is this person tying me up?

“Who are you? Get off me. What are you doing?” “Mum, Dad, there’s a man in my room and he’s tying me up.” I screamed.

“Yell all you want boy. Your parents cant help you as they’re both bound and gagged in their bedroom. But, just to keep peace and harmony, suck on these.”

Some material was thrust into my mouth, followed by another cloth. They smelt and tasted like my socks! My cheeks were bulging as the man shoved the socks further and further into my mouth. I then heard the unmistakable sound of duct tape being torn off a roll. A strip was plastered over my mouth and around and around my head it went. Ten times.

As the man was gagging me I twisted my head around to see what was tying my ankles. I’d seen these before. They were zipties or cable ties.

Just as I glimpsed at my feet my vision was blocked as the man continued to wrap the tape around my head, continuing on to cover my eyes.

When I thought things couldn’t get any worse, the horrible ripping sound of another ziptie fastened itself in between my ankles, pulling my legs up towards my wrists and fastened there. I was now hogtied with zipties! This was already painful, putting stress on my shoulders. If I was to be tied like this for a considerable time it would be agonising.

I was carried out of the house and dumped on the back seat of a car and was to be driven to …. Who knows where? I was now ‘officially’ kidnapped. This was no prank.

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I spent the night at the man’s house in that position – bound with zipties, hogtied, gagged and blindfolded. It was a huge relief when the zipties were cut off me the next morning but were immediately replaced by duct tape smothering my wrists and ankles. Though the clammy and sticky tape stuck to my skin like glue, it was certainly a whole lot better than the zipties which had threatened my circulation.

It wasn’t just my wrists and ankles that received the duct tape treatment. My legs just below my knees and just above them and my thighs were all covered in the restrictive tape. Even more tape was wrapped around my upper arms and chest and around my stomach and hands.
Whilst the man was encasing my body with duct tape, he detailed just why he had kidnapped me.

“You probably deserve to know just why I have snatched you, don’t you?”

“As you know, your father is the coach of the Townsleigh Terriers. They are playing the Morningtown Maulers in the playoffs tomorrow. The Terriers are red hot favourites to win the title but I have bet a huge amount of money on the Maulers to be the champions. Hundreds of thousands of dollars, millions even, will be mine if the Maulers win.”

“Your father needs to make sure that the Terriers do not win this game. You are my bargaining chip to make sure this happens. As soon as the Maulers are crowned champions I’ll send you back home. If the Maulers lose to the Terriers tomorrow well ……. you really don’t want to know.”

I know my father is a very good basketball coach and he has his team in prime position to be the champions. I hated this man for having put Dad in this position. A championship title for his team or the life of his son.

What would he choose? The latter, I hoped.

[Snozzberry]

He will choose the Basketball Championship and then go home, clean out your room and rent it to his star player.

🖐🖐

[60Cancer]

Interesting story.

[izzyb]

Part 4 of 5

The championship match between Mornington and Townsleigh took place at six o’clock the following evening. Throughout the day I was kept in the tape cocoon. Where the tape had loosened slightly, the kidnapper added another couple of layers – over my mouth and eyes.

The match was telecast live and, for most of the match, the lead was see-sawing with neither team unable to get more than a four point lead. Coming up to the last minute Townsleigh was ahead by four points. A couple of three pointers dropped and Mornington snatched the lead by two. They each traded a basket so, with fifteen seconds to go, Mornington still were in front by two points. Then, with one second on the clock, a foul by one of the Maulers players sent the Terriers to the free throw line.

The first two throws are netted and, with the scores tied, it all came down to the final throw. A hush fell over the crowd (and my kidnapper) as the ball sailed through the air. It landed on the rim, circled the rim twice and dropped. Townsleigh had won by a single goal.

Their players and the crowd were ecstatic with jumping, high-fives, hugging and cheering by all involved with the Terriers. The TV cameras focused on my father, the Terriers coach, and the commentators were perplexed when they saw him seated with his head in his hands. Why wasn’t he cheering like everyone else?

Two people that were also not cheering were me, 15 year old Edgar, and my kidnapper. He was absolutely furious, throwing things all around the room and issuing expletives I had never heard before.

“You know what this means to you kid? The end of the line.” “The idiot. Why didn’t he follow instructions? Doesn’t he value your life kid? Doesn’t he love you?”

I was terrified. The man was either going to leave me there in my present state, i.e. almost mummified, gagged and blindfolded by duct tape, or he was going to slit my throat there and then. Either way, what a way to die.

To my utter amazement, after he had calmed down a bit, the man approached me and ripped the tape from my eyes. “Your old man has deprived me of almost a million bucks and I’ve got to decide what to do with you.”

“I took you so that your Dad would throw the game and, for some reason, he couldn’t manage that, so you and I have got a problem, haven’t we?”

“I’m not a violent man so, kid, you can be assured that I wont harm you in any way (Phew!!) but I’ve got a decision to make. Do I just let you go, do I hold you for ransom or just leave you here bound and gagged for someone else to find.” ‘Let me go’ I screamed into the gag but, of course, the man couldn’t hear me.

What I did know was that my kidnapping fantasies had suddenly turned sour. A kidnapping was not all fun and games and could end up with deadly consequences.

The two fake kidnappings that I had been subjected to in the past four years ended with the kidnappers and the victim (i.e me) all laughing when the prank had been revealed.

This, a real kidnapping, was vastly different, and no-one was laughing this time.

Taped up from head to toe, I was helpless and at the mercy of my kidnapper. What would he do? Will I ever see my parents again?

If I ever get out of this alive I made a promise to myself. I would never again hassle my father about wanting to be kidnapped.

[Snozzberry]

Take Edgar home with you and train him to be a house slave with a chain on his ankle, connected to an Eye Bolt in the basement concrete, to keep him from escaping.

🖐👁🖐

[izzyb]

Part 5 of 5

My mother and father were at their wit’s end when the basketball game was over and the prospect of never seeing their son again became reality. They had a description of my kidnapper but had no idea who he was or where he had taken me. They had given a description of the man to the police but even they had no clues about his identity or where I might be stashed.

The kidnapper also worked out that he would very likely not be found but, in a change of mind, he said to me “Listen Edgar. That’s your name isn’t it? (I nodded) I’ve decided that I can recoup some of the money that I would have received if the Maulers had won that game. I’ll ransom you off to your folks. What do you reckon they’ll pay? Say two hundred thousand?”

I didn’t know just how rich, or poor, my parents were so I just shrugged my shoulders as an answer.

“Good, that’s settled. I’ll contact them tomorrow. Now I’ll get you settled down for the night but I’m afraid you’ll stay taped up and, of course, the gag stays.” I was the lifted up and laid on a bed but I was sure I wouldn’t get much sleep, trussed up the way I was.

Intermittent dreams punctuated a more or less sleepless night. I had one dream that I was back in my own bed snuggled up under the sheets. I woke up to reality that I was still tightly taped up from head to foot. Another dream had me running through the woods but woke up to find my legs still taped together.

The morning broke to a sunny and hot day. I was still wrapped up in tape and the hot and humid conditions would make me sweat profusely.

“Edgar, I’m going to have to leave you for a few hours. I’ll take that gag off and give you some water but no screaming OK?”

I was parched and the water that passed my lips was like manna from heaven. “Could you please take this tape off too. It’s too hot and I’m already sweating.”

“Sorry lad. You’re my ticket to a stack of money so I cant take a chance on letting you go.”

It was worth a chance to try to get rid of the tape but it didn’t work. When I had gulped down the water the sodden socks were thrust back into my mouth and a half dozen turns of duct tape around my head sealed them in. Also, to make absolutely sure that I couldn’t escape, the man tied a rope around my taped ankles and attached it to the bottom of the bed. I was alone until the man returned.

What I didn’t know was that the man actually went to my parents home and told them what they had to pay for my safe return. He must have surmised that my parents, who had already seen him when I was snatched and thus could identify him, but still weren’t aware of his actual identity.

The man returned a couple of hours later with some news. “You’ll be pleased to know that your folks have agreed to my proposal. Two hundred thousand. It’s a lot less than I would have won on the game but at least it’ll tide me over for a few months. Later today you’ll be on your way home.”

“For now, let’s get you out of that tape. What’s it been? Twelve hours? Fifteen hours?”

“Please stay still while I snip this tape off you with this knife. I’d hate to cut you.”

I was finally free of zipties and duct tape for the first time since I was abducted two days ago.

“You can use the bathroom if you want to.” As I went to take the tape off my mouth and get rid of that cursed gag the man slapped my hand away. “No, no that stays in place. If you try to take it off the tape goes back on.”

Coming back from the bathroom I was grabbed and thrown onto the bed.

“All right Edgar, I cant have you running away. You’re going home in a few hours anyway,”

My arms were wrenched behind me and my hands were once more secured with zipties. My ankles too. I hated those zipties and my socks that were stuffed in my mouth and kept in place by layers of duct tape tasted foul. I couldn’t wait until this whole terrifying kidnapping was over.

Later that day the man took me from the bed and placed me in his car and we were off to meet my parents. A short drive and the vehicle stopped. Pulling up alongside was another vehicle. It was my father’s!

An exchange was made. My father handed over a package – presumably the two hundred thousand dollars – and I was given back to my father.

The kidnapper took off, at speed, with his loot. My father smothered me with hugs and kisses but I was still ziptied and gagged. “mmmpphh mmmpphh” which translated was “Get me out of these zipties.” After snipping the zipties my hands and ankles were free at last.

Then my father surprised me when he said “I reckon I will leave that gag in place. Maybe that will stop all your fantasies about being kidnapped. It wasn’t fun, was it?”

No Dad. Not fun.

THE END

[60Cancer]

Well done.

[squirrel]

Haha leaving the gag in place was a fantastic idea

Awesome tale!

[Snozzberry]

Great story.

A gagged boy is a very obedient quiet boy.

🖐🖐