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Note from the author: I've been pretty busy and dealing with a lot of stuff in my personal life these past few weeks. Writing helps me unwind, so I wrote a little something to get me back into the spirit of things. Hope you guys enjoy this silly little two-parter.
STEPDAD VS THE BOY SCOUTS
PART I OF III
With his girlfriend out of town visiting relatives for the weekend, thirty-nine-year-old Bryan figured he'd schmooze his way into her teenage son's good graces and win his favour by being the "cool dad" – even though, technically, he wasn't the kid's father.
Much to Bryan's satisfaction, Skyler was pretty stoked upon being told he could have some friends over for a pool party. Pretty soon, the backyard was filled with the dissonant hollering and incessant cackling of no less than twelve adolescent guys, all of whom ranged from fourteen to sixteen years of age.
Though Bryan was accustomed to his quiet suburban life, he took the raucous bustle in stride and refrained from interjecting even when the racket grew noisy to the point of becoming irksome.
It was still early in the afternoon when an ominous grey cloud loomed overhead and the telltale rumbling of thunder was heard. Rain started coming down, and the boisterous cacophony grew even louder when the partially soaked teens excitedly filed into the house via the half-open patio door. Things nevertheless calmed down as they followed their adolescent host - Skyler - down into the basement game room, tracking a fair bit of dirt, mud and grass into the house as they did so.
Bryan cleaned up after the muddy tracks left by their wet, squeaking sneakers, but nary a rebuke or a frustrated huff left his mouth. Having a bunch of teenage guys over was bound to generate a bit of chaos. It sorta came with the territory.
Save for the sound of excitable chattering and strident laughter rising up from the dedicated game room, most of the house had grown quiet over the course of the following hour. Bryan had no doubt that the TV, PlayStation 5, air hockey table, dart board and snack fridge would keep the boys occupied until the rainstorm subsided, but he still made a point of checking up on them, if only to make sure they weren't tearing the place down.
Most of the boys were indeed enjoying the finished basement's numerous amenities, but the big clutter of rope that generously lined the hobby room floor left little doubt as to the fact that a few of them had gone snooping into the nearby storage closet where most of his old camping equipment and unused sporting gear was kept.
Bryan was a little irked at the mess, but instead of scolding, he asked - almost pleadingly - for them to tidy up and return everything to the storage closet once they were done fooling around.
The teens – though obnoxiously loud and raucous – politely acknowledged their slightly taller, though significantly older host. Several "Absolutely, Mr Howard." and "Sure thing, Mr Howard." followed suit.
Satisfied with the surprisingly polite acknowledgement, Bryan was about to depart from the game room and head back upstairs to watch some TV and get some chores done when an unexpected request suddenly met his ears.
"Hey, Mr Howard! How about letting us test our roping skills on you?" one of the lanky, fifteen-year-old teens excitedly suggested, as if it were the best idea he'd had all day.
Bryan raised an eyebrow and instinctively dismissed the notion with a chuckle, but then another one of Skyler's friends chimed in, stating that it would be super fun and that it would make for great ropeworking practice.
Excited cheering pressed in from all sides as the room immediately grew taken with the possibility of subjecting a fully grown thirty-nine-year-old to this impromptu escape challenge.
Bryan sighed, rolled his eyes up and shook his head at the sheer folly of their ridiculous idea before reluctantly going along with it and agreeing to be the group's practice dummy, albeit only for a short while.
He knew Skyler and his friends all enrolled in month-long scout training sessions every summer, but due to their wiry frames and the fact that they were less than half his age, he thought little of the potential threat they posed and saw little risk in surrendering himself to their amateurish knots. That would, of course, turn out to be a rather big mistake.
It's nice to see the father tied up and gagged (even if in this case it's a step-dad). Anyway, since the topic, I ask you if you are interested in my request?viewtopic.php?t=23318
Sorry for asking but I would really like to see this request realized.
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DeeperThanRed wrote: 2 weeks ago
Looks like a fun story!
It's always entertaining to see kids tying up an adult who mistakenly thinks he can get out of their knots without an issue.
Absolutely yes, and even better is seeing the adult's revenge on annoying children.
Especially since they were so disrespected with their sneakers and socks dirty with water and, I imagine, dirt; a good punishment is in order.
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Thanks for the comments, guys. Glad to see a couple of you interested in this silly little snippet.
Just a small side comment, but I'd appreciate it if we forgo using the word "children" here. There are no children in this story. As a reminder, "children" in English refers to little kids between the ages of birth and puberty (typically 1-12). The Scouts in this story are all well into their teen years, with the older ones being just two years shy of adulthood.
Great to see you back mate! and awesome little short story, it has a pretty interesting and fun start. can't wait to see what the bois come up with hehe.
Great story , I sure hope the thar Boy Scouts remember all the knots and other ropework, it looks like Bryan will be to good of a catch to let him escape because little Johnny didn't pay attention during Knot Class.
To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME
I'm honestly surprised to see so many comments on a tale that I haven't advertised anywhere and that most of my regular readers haven't noticed yet. Thanks for all the comments and PMs, guys. I appreciate the extra time you're taking to signal interest. My time is somewhat limited for the time being, so I'm extending the story to feature three short instalments instead of just two longer ones.
Bryan laughed but was nevertheless a little taken aback by how daring and heavy-handed his teen captors were. The group swarmed him; eagerly reaching out to hold their thirty-nine-year-old victim in check before corralling him deeper into the game room and slowly toppling him down to the floor.
A veritable buzz of activity filled the air as barked commands rose up and ecstatic cackling ensued.
Bryan willingly surrendered to the dozen pairs of hands that slowly brought him down to the floor, but his playful attempts at simulating defiance left him feeling a tinge more vulnerable than he initially expected. The rowdy throng dogpiled atop him with the force of an angry tidal wave; rushing to subdue his struggling frame and pinning his wrists and ankles to the floor so as to prevent their squirming host from escaping.
Bryan let out a series of hearty laughs as one of the teens verbally rebuked him for trying to make a run for it so soon, but his amused chuckling was almost instantly drowned out beneath the ambient cacophony - not to mention the collective mass of struggling bodies.
Endless coils of black, red and tan-coloured ropes were hurriedly pulled into the fray as all twenty-four rope-savvy hands worked in coordinated unison to either restrain the captive or prevent his early departure.
Bryan's cosmetic displays of resistance were effortlessly quelled, but when his more genuine attempts to break free were just as easily crushed, the frightening reality of being outgunned and outmatched suddenly dawned upon him. He was helpless.
Muffled laughter again rose up above the melee when his wrists were very forcibly pulled behind his back and cruelly lashed together. Bryan managed to pull them apart before the binding was properly initiated, but his simulated resistance only had for effect of causing additional hands to join in and forcibly pull his wrists together.
Two of the heavier teens were still sitting on his back, and two more were positioned on his legs and thighs when his ankles were pinned together and ruthlessly subjected to a similar treatment.
More and more rope was drawn into the increasingly swarmy dogpile, but the older man's laughter – which gradually betrayed notes of both alarm and concern - kept mingling with the ambiant dissonance...right up until the point where he felt the amount of ropework veering into sheer excessiveness.
The first hints of a groan left his mouth about fifteen minutes into the melee, by which point most of his body was very tightly lashed up, and another box filled with old rope was excitedly pulled out of the musty storage closet.
Bryan's voice rose up to decry the unboxing of more rope, alerting his testosterone-amped captors to the fact that he was more than amply restrained as is. But his meagre objections were hopelessly drowned out by the hearty cheers and cacophonic laughter that filled the bustling game room. When his protesting voice did in fact manage to briefly pierce the deafening clamour, one of Skyler's more daring friends took notice and promptly brought one of his sizeable palms to bear - briefly and singlehandedly muffling the defenceless man's objections.
The squirming thirty-nine-year-old managed to work his head away just enough to semi-laughingly protest the clammy handgag, but only a short syllable left his mouth before yet another hand shot forth, this one pushing against the back of his head and forcing his face back into the muffling palm he had sought to protest.
Additional rope continued being pulled into the chaotic frenzy, with many of the fresh bindings now beginning to overlap the already generous ropework covering most of the writhing prisoner's heavily trussed body.
Only when the telltale screeching of clear packing tape managed to breach the ambient dissonance did Bryan's worried protests grow noticeably more virulent. Unfortunately for him, by that point, it was already too late.
It's so rare to feature stories where the strong older man gets subdued so I am thankful that you decided to write a story on this theme. It's a really interesting theme which is often overlooked. Looking forward to the next Installment!
I think "boiling frog" is a nice way to sum up the predicament Bryan found himself in. Though even if he resisted, I wonder if it'd mean much with the teenagers' sheer number advantage.
The boys forcing Bryan's head into the handgag was a nice touch, btw
Bondage enthusiast in his 20s, a fan of cute guys, underwear, and bondage, preferably together.
That's a ton of rope. And they're busting out the tape too?! At this point, the Halo voiceover guy needs to show up and say, "Overkill."
Well done as always.
let's not wait too long 
